The Exceptions

March 24th 2149

                                                                                    Alessia

"Why are you eating breakfast by yourself, pretty?" Charlie asked, approaching Alessia.

"I wanted to be alone. You're ruining my alone time," he smirked, sitting down next to her. "Go away."

"Tell me, Alessia," He placed his hand on her thigh, a little higher than she was comfortable with. "How would you like a chance to spend the night with me?"

Her face twisted with disgust. "Screw off, Charlie. I'm not going to be your little whore,"

"Why not?" He asked.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope. Completely serious," he smirked.

"Seriously, screw off, Charlie. Except for the fact that not everyone likes you and move on," She grabbed his hand and threw it toward him.

"Hm," he thought. "So, you don't like one night stands or anything like that?"

"No, I don't,"

"So, you're a virgin," He smirked, licking his lips.

"So what if I am?"

"I've never been with a virgin, it would be fun,"

"You're really freaking disgusting, you know that?" she smacked his arm.

"Come on," He chuckled before leaning closer with a serious expression. "I'd go really slow and gentle." He whispered, biting her ear. She closed her eyes for a moment as his hand made its way back to her thigh. Higher than before.

"The only way I'd ever sleep with you is if I loved you. Which I never will," She whispered back, finally getting up and walking back to her room.

                                                                                     Elijah   

"There is a series of storms coming our way, and it's not likely that the domes could help,"

"Scientists are saying that the sun should burst any day now. We advise everyone to only go outside if completely necessary," The TV played in the background.

"There's just no way!" Elijah smiled.

"No, I'm serious. She just face planted right into the dirt!" Nick laughed, recalling an old story about Alessia and the time she got drunk.

While Elijah had indeed come to the studio for his sister, he wanted to make friends... and maybe another kind of friend. Nick was the sweetest guy Elijah had ever met, not to mention how hot he was. "So, I have to ask you something," Nick said.

"Shoot," Elijah smiled.

"I'm usually pretty good at this kind of thing, but with you, I can't be sure," He chuckled nervously before getting up from his bed. "Are you into guys? Or am I just imagining it?"

Elijah laughed. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I am,"

"Okay good. This would have gotten weird if you were straight,"

"Nah, I'm bi,"

"That's a relief," Nick smiled. Elijah smirked, getting an idea.

"Why?"

Nick turned to him. "Why, what?"

"Why is that a relief?"

"Oh!" Nick bit his smile. It must have been a nervous habit. "I-I was just saying. Bec-because-"

"Because why?" Elijah got off the bed and walked toward him.

"You know-"
"Hm?" Nick bumped into the wall as Elijah smirked. They were basically the same height, Nick was just an inch or two shorter. "You're not seeing anyone, are you?"

"No," Nick scoffed.

"Great," Elijah smirked and pressed his lips against Nick's. Elijah wrapped his arm around his waist, kissing Nick gently, but still staying in control. He was a breath of fresh air comparing to his ex's. He had only known him a few days, but damn did he like this blonde boy already.