You Taste Like Candy & Smell Like Vanilla[Ry]

[Mikaela Stone]

Mikaela had come looking for Dane. She wanted to thank him for being there for her-for being a friend when she needed it most. Reaching up, she fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist, tugging on the little Mickey Mouse. She hardly if ever came down here. Mack was in the dance department and Gray was with her in the music department. So she never really had to travel far out of her comfort zone. Now she was so far gone out of it that it was becoming nothing.

Hopefully.

Tugging at the end of her straightened blond locks, she peered into common room. She was not about to go through all the dorms looking for him though. She just wore a simple black tank top and some jeans with flip flops. Seeing a couple people she knew fairly well since they all lived there, Mikaela waved and said hello. But mainly she was lost and just looked like a lost dog.

Walking up to a guy sitting on the couch she decided to be brave. “Um, do you know where Dane Matthews is?”

[Ryan Robins]

Ryan looked up from his place on the couch, one leg tucked underneath his body as he was sketching random things. Trying to find his way, his spark again, but it didn't work. It was so fcuking frustrating that he wanted to scream. And he wasn't sure if he should even take the meds, or if stopping would make him a better artist. Maybe his parents were right. Maybe he did need therapy.

They'd forced him there, after finding him with Jesse in his bed as they came down to the dorm for a surprise visit. It had been a whole ugly scene, and he hated it. Now they wanted him to go into therapy, wanted to make him straight and God, it was getting to him. It was so hard to be strong when everyone wanted him to change.

A girl walked up to him. A pretty girl and he wondered why he couldn't just do them all a favor and fall for a girl like this one. He smiled, trying to put just that little more in his smile than he usually did. See if he could do it. If being straight was even possible. "Hey. I haven't seen him around. I think he might be out, getting some new paint and stuff."

[Mikaela Stone]

Most everyone this way was sketching around here. Or painting. Or something else art related. Sometimes it made her a little upset because she was no where as dedicated as a lot of people in this school and still got all these good remarks. She never sat around just writing songs nor playing piano nor singing just because she could.

Sitting on the arm of the couch she sighed in frustration. Ruffling her hair, she let her hand fall to her shoulder to rest on it. The ruffling of the hair was a thing whenever she was lost as of what to do. Especially with a cute guy who she didn’t know.

“Um do you know if he’ll be back relatively soon or relatively late? I just have something to tell him and want to tell him sooner rather then later.” Looking at the boy she smiled softly considering Dane was more of a charcoal boy then paint. Chuckling that she actually remembered that, she shook out her thoughts. “I’m Mikaela by the way in case you were wondering who the creepy girl talking to you was.”

[Ryan Robins]

Ryan chuckled a little, wiping his hand on his jeans before shaking hers. "I'm Ryan. I think he'll be back soon. Shops close in a little while, so he should be here. But we're not really friends, so I can't tell if he's going to be back for sure." He smiled a bit, putting away his drawing and wanting to tear it up. It sucked, and he was trying so hard his hand felt cramped at night, little flashes of pain tearing through his skin.

"I think I've seen you around. You're friends with Reese, right?" They were close as well, but he barely ever hung out with her when there were other people around. It wasn't easy to like him and he didn't want to put his friends in an awkward situation.

[Mikaela Stone]

Gripping his hand tightly, Mikaela let the smile settle on her lips before letting out a nervous laugh. “Well me and him aren’t either. I think. I dunno. He just helped me out with some things with my father so I wanted to thank him.” She was divulging way too much to a guy she just met. Oh well. That was her.

Pulling back her hand, she easily slide from the arm of the couch ot the seat, sitting next to Ryan but far enough way so not to invade his personal space. “Yeah I am. She’s my home girl.” Mikaela tried to act like a gansta girl all ready to invade someone’s space but it didn’t work out. Finally settling on a nod, she tilted her head back against the couch and stared at Ryan. “”So Ryan, how long have you been chained to this place?”

[Ryan Robins]

"Me? I've been here for...this will be my third year. Got kicked out of a boarding school, but it was fine with me. I always wanted to go here." He smiled at her, wrapping an arm around his knees as he looked at her. She was pretty. She was very pretty. Only he was with Jesse. For as long as it would last, which wouldn't be too long if he was forced to be straight. "How about you?"

[Mikaela Stone]

Pushing her hair behind her ear, Mikaela didn’t have to think long about that. “Just since the beginning of this year. I-I uh would have been here sooner but my dad died so I wasn’t too enthusiastic about applying.” Mikaela was no longer that upset about the fact that her father was dead. Just the fact that she had this will mess to sort though.

Turning her head to stare at him, she sighed. “But to happier topics. Or so called happier topics, you in the artists showcase? I hear so much about it and don’t of anyone besides Dane in it yet.”

[Ryan Robins]

He could ask her to model for him. That would make his parents happy, wouldn't it? Him spending time with a girl. And maybe then he could see Jesse on the side. Or would Jesse dump him for being so screwed up? He really should. He couldn't even say if he hated this therapy or not. He was so messed up.

"Yeah. I draw, paint sometimes, but usually it's either pen and ink or pencil drawings. Sometimes I go all out though. I've done part of this room." The entire walls were decorated with large paintings, some of familiar faces, others of some twisted reality. Ryan gestured towards a part that had an angel, kneeling down with broken wings, but her head tilted upwards as if she still believed.

[Mikaela Stone]

Mikaela loved to come down here when no one else was around just to look at the drawings. During classes was the only time she was able to come and sneak a glance. Made her happy that art was still appreciated-and that she could be at a school that helped with everyone’s creative abilities.

Slipping off her flip flop, she pulled up her leg and played with the end of her jeans thoughtfully. Staring at the angel, she smiled softly. “We must have known each other previously, for you to draw such a rendition of me.” Complete Freudian slip-not meant to be said. Blushing, she shook her head thoughtfully. “Um not what I meant. A joke is what I was trying to make but it came out completely wrong.”

[Ryan Robins]

Ryan smiled. "She does look like you, doesn't she?" He looked from the angel to her, brushing a finger over her lips. "I like it. There's hope. Even through all the bad things, there's still hope." He blushed a little, fidgeting with his hair, tucking a strand behind his ear. "That's why I drew it. I want to paint, I want to make something that makes people believe." He sounded weird, he knew it. But still. It came straight from his heart.

[Mikaela Stone]

Mikaela was glad her little slip up could be turned in to something beautiful. Who knew artists could also be so sweet at the same time? Not surprising considering Dane was sweet, though he was sweeter.

Leaning in closer, she stayed in close to Ryan. Not really wanting to move away. Staying in close, she got the same feelings she did. “Make them remember that life has it’s down moments, but if you just keep searching, the light is still shining.” Leaning her head in her hand, she smiled at him. He had really gorgeous eyes. Really gorgeous.

[Ryan Robins]

Ryan smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. He couldn't help himself, and she was being sweet. "You understand me" She was beautiful, and he wanted to paint her. Wanted to put that smile on paper, so nobody would ever forget what it looked like, even long after she'd faded. "Can I paint you? I'd love to put your smile on paper."

[Mikaela Stone]

Mikaela didn’t even have time to react much to his kiss. No time to just close her eyes and savor the moment before it happened. Sitting in shock a moment, it was soft yet full of something. Something hidden that weighed down on the kiss. But amazing none the less. It was just…wow.

Nodding, what else could she say. Recovering her words, she smiled again. Just a little wider this time. “Um sure. I’ve never been asked to be painted before so you’re my first.”

[Ryan Robins]

"I'll go easy on you" He laughed a little, couldn't resist the jibe about being her first, though he was excited about sketching her. Maybe if he had the time he could work on painting her from memory. He'd have to wait for the meds to work out though. "Alright, well, when would be a good time for you?" They could do it now, but he didn't want Dane to think that he was hitting on his girlfriend or whatever she was.

[Mikaela Stone]

Mikaela sat up a little straighter to get a good look at him. Smiling, she thought about it looking up and down the common room. If Dane wasn’t around for her to say thanks then his loss. “Whenever. I’m free now if you are. Since Dane isn’t coming around, I can say thanks another time.” Wrinkling her nose, she laughed lightly. “I’m not going to spend all my time waiting for some guy I’m not even dating.”