Blank Space °°Brallon/Ryden°°

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Breezy sat criss cross on Dallon's bed. She absently trailed fingers through Dallon's hair, since he was sat on the floor and leaning against the bed, with one hand while holding a book in her other.

"So you're seeing him again tonight?" Breezy asked a bit absently, distracted by her book.

"Yep." Dallon nodded, "I think he wants to paint with me."

"Shall he paint you like one of his French girls?" Breezy giggled.

Dallon rolled his eyes, but a small smile grew on his face. "I'm not getting naked on the second date."

"Date! You said date." Breezy snapped her book closed and looked down at Dallon. "Wouldn't this make date number three, though?"

"Meeting." Dallon corrected himself, choosing to avoid looking at her. "It'll be our third meeting..."

Breezy adjusted her position on the bed. She tapped Dallon's head until he turned, seeing her laying on her side and playfully lifting her leg into the air. "Like one of his French giiiirls." She teased, holding her tongue between her teeth.

"Breezy!"

Breezy laughed, rolling onto her back and kicking her feet on the bed. Dallon pressed his face against the side of his mattress to hide his own laughter. It still leaked out, however, and their combined laughter filled the air. It only began to die down when a knocking started at at Dallon's door.

The two let their laughter completely die as the door was pushed open, revealing Dallon's father. Dallon sat up immediately, while Breezy took her time in a more graceful manner.

"Having fun?" Dallon's father asked with the raise of an eyebrow.

Dallon opened his mouth, but all that came out was a dull 'uuuhh'. Breezy leaned over and ruffled his hair. "Adventures in studying, Mr. Weekes." She replied for the both of them. Dallon nodded, feeling thankful for Breezy in that moment.

His father smiled. "Ah, the fun of studying. Are you teaching my boy anything useful?"

"Hopefully." Breezy said with a sly smirk before a giggle overtook her.

"Good, he can use it during his 'time off' from school." Dallon's father nodded, putting up air quotes in description of Dallon's break from classes.

"Plenty of kids do it, dad..." Dallon muttered at a level no one else could hear.

"Shall I have a room prepared for you to spend the night?" Dallon's father asked.

Breezy shook her head as she grabbed her book from the bed, "No thank you, sir! I have late night classes." She lifted her legs, adjusted her position on the bed, and lowered her legs in order to allow them to drape over the edge. "Thank you for the offer, though."

Dallon's father nodded. "I'll leave you to say your goodbyes. Goodnight, my dear. Goodnight son."

"Goodnight, dad..."

"Goodnight, Mr. Weekes." Breezy waved as he stepped out of the room and shut the door. Once the knob clicked, Breezy let out a sigh of air that send strands of her hair into the air. "So... Didn't tell him you're going out tonight?"

Dallon let a small grin find his lips. "So, didn't tell him that the 'late class' is really just code for a night over at Sara's house?"

She shot him a glare, but there was an underlying smile to it. "Touché, sir, touché..."

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