The Girl in Jeans, Boy in Pink.

ONE SHOT

"People could love, so what would change if it's us?"

Students are cheering at the confetti that went off into the sky, painting the starry night with its colour. Nathalie stares boredly at the people who goes crazy over beer ping pong game. The music is getting loud but the cheering comes from Avon is louder, he is practically sticking to Nathalie like there is a magnet between them holding them together. She has to check on him every now and then, she was sure they didn't bring any alcohol in the college area however Avon show signs that worries her a little. She press close to his ear and shout over the music, "What did you just drink?"

Avon tilts his head and grinning ear to ear. There's a hint of cheekiness in his eyes as he leans closer, "The fake beer doesn't match it names though" Nathalie widens her eyes unbelievably with the smile she couldn't control. Apparently the fake beer that they use in the beer ping pong game is a real beers which they managed to sneaked in into the party because beer ping pong is pointless without the beer itself. Avon still staring at Nathalie, thinking silently. When it's Avon's turn again, Avon let go of her and shoot his shot though it still ends with a sixth cup of the "fake" beer.

"Shit."

Avon returns to her side, and Nathalie's eyes crinkles when she found him starts to daydreaming. For a second, Avon pulls her to the side, away from the crowd and now they standing in the dark empty hallway of their college. "What's wrong?" Nathalie asks. She always worries about Avon even when he just have a bad day, but noticing his little things always gives him butterflies. Still drunk from the beer, he care less about their surrounding, "Let's go somewhere." Knowing her reaction would be denying his request, he still walks confidently toward the place he had in mind. He knows that she still follow him like a lost puppy.

"Avon!" Nathalie calls out as she fastens her steps to match Avon's. They goes to another building which forbidden after 10pm. From there Nathalie freeze in her spot, watching with horror as Avon pulling a hair pin out of his pocket and starts to unlock the steel gate. At first Nathalie was confuse as from where does Avon got the hair pin but when she touches her hair, the pin is gone and it all clicks.

Avon leans off with a soft gasp, turning to watch Nathalie, "C'mon!" Nathalie shakes her head, "Are you crazy? We can't go in there, we gonna get caught!"

Avon chuckles, "We won't if we be quiet."  He didn't wait for her and immediately enters the building. Nathalie groans in frustration and look around once more before she follow Avon, catching up to him. She definitely won't let him wander around alone and do something stupid. The hallway they gone through is somewhat familiar to her and back in her mind, she kind of know where this is leading, where Avon is heading.

"Isn't this the way to the theatre hall?" Asks Nathalie breaking the silence as their shoulders bumps onto each other. Avon smirks, hands in his front pockets as they get closer to the double door. Instead of turning and going through it, he pass by it. Nathalie blinks in confusion, her brow lifts as she look behind her.

"Where are we going? Theatre hall is that way." Nathalie pointing out instead Avon open a white "For Staff Only" door, wriggles his brows as he watches her confused face. Nathalie darts her eyes from the darker room to Avon's smug face. The dark room in question is a stairs to a VIP room where they can see the whole stage and audience seats from above and what both of them finds funny is how there's only one single red couch sitting in the middle of the room. Nathalie leans toward the window glasses in front of her, eyes fall to the empty stage that she remembers watching Avon filled with his elegance moves. A small smile carves on her lips and when she looks up, she blushes at the eyes that has been eyeing her for quite some time.