warmth {complete}

7||me and my isis growing black irises in the sunshine

"You know what's fun?"

I glance up at Griffin and shake my head.

"Singing songs by the 1975."

"Oh, I know!" I exclaim, peeking apprehensively at Miss Levon. "Matty has such a slant-y voice, and it's very British and curved."

"British and curved sounds like a spot-on description of the modeling industry."

"There aren't a lot of curvy models, actually," I say. "Unless they're plus."

"Sorry, K, I'm not up on my models."

"I feel like that was an innuendo, and I'm trying really hard to process it, but I can't."

"It's okay, little duck"—he pats my nose in a very weird and unnecessary way, but I guess it fits little duck nicely— "I'm an enigma."

"If anyone's the enigma here, it's me."

"If you do say so yourself."

I grin and giggle, kicking my feet up on my desk. He's sitting all weird today, with a leg on either side of me and a tiny smile on his face. I'm considering whether or not it'd be weird to prop my elbows up on his thighs; I think it'd definitely be weird, but I don't know.

We're supposed to be working on our project, but he doesn't want to and I don't want to, and it's not due until next week. So we're just sitting here, me between his legs, him looking all pensive. I glance up at him and ponder the thigh-thing again.

"How are you feeling today, buddy?" I ask, and he cracks a smile.

"Oh, you know."

"I think I do, actually."

Then I prop my elbows up on his thighs. He smiles and slouches over me, resting his chin on my head and keeping his hands folded gentlemanly in his lap. I hum a song by The 1975, and he joins me—we harmonize wonderfully.

We hum until Miss Levon clears her throat at us, and then we keep humming until she barks, "Katherine! Griffin! Take a lap!"

I don't know what that means in Home Ec. terms, but she's pointing to the door, so I guess we're supposed to leave? Griffin swings his legs around me and slides onto the floor. He's graceful and sleek, as usual, and he smiles happily as he pulls me out of my seat.

He has an impeccable jawline, I'm noticing, so maybe he's handsome, not cute. My gaze dips to his shoulders and abdomen, and I decide that he's definitely handsome. He clears his throat and I force my eyes back to his with a blush and a guilty smile.

"Sorry," I lie. "Where are we supposed to go?"

"Ooh, ooh, let's go the courtyard and smell the roses."

"Are you high?"

"No; I love roses."

I roll my eyes and hook my arm through his. We flounce through the hallways laughingly, glancing at each other and giggling every few seconds. It's weird to be out of class, and it's even weirder to be out of class with a handsome boy. He's smiling and laughing, and it's very nice.

"I read a book last week." He glances down at me and smiles. I continue, "It was called This Is What Happy Looks Like, and I bought it because of the prologue."

"Tell me about it."

"So this boy named Graham emails this girl named Ellie—accidently."

"Right."

"And he asks her to walk his pig, Wilbur. So then Ellie's all, 'Oh, I'm sorry,' and then she quotes Charlotte's Web, which results in a long string of email-y conversations, and it's real sweet. Then, in June, the boy comes to Ellie's town and she's like, 'Oh, shit,' and he's like, 'Oh, shit'. So then it's really fun and cute, and I loved it s'much. Do check it out, Griffin."

"We'll see, hon."

"Why are you experimenting with nicknames?"

"Because Katherine is long and regal. I'm trying to come up with something that fits you."

"Nothing fits me. I'm a wanderess/I'm a one-night-stand/don't belong to no city/don't belong to no man," I sing, twirling away from him and waving my arms majestically.

Griffin catches my waist when I whirl into him, and I beam. I slip my hands into his and pull him with me, and I sing as loud-softly as I can, hoping people can see us through the windows in classrooms and simultaneously hoping they can't.

A/N: This was only 690 words, but ya know. This chapter title is from a song called "Jackie and Wilson," but that's not in the media section because I'm special. Thank you for reading.