crowded thoughts

bee

slow nights

• Phoebe (Bee) Susan Jones - A half American, Asian girl trying to lose the weight she's gained over the years of high school. Is a freshman in college
• Leonardo Sinner Moretti - An olive skinned, thin boy with brown hair, hazel eyes, and is almost as awkward as he tries not to be. Is a freshman as well.

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"My names Phoebe, but, I don't know, people call me Bee," she tells him with shrugged shoulders.
"Bee? Like the insect?" He asks her with a raised eyebrow.
"You don't have to call me that..."
"No, I mean, I like it. Just, Bee? Bee. I like Phoebe better."

•|•

There's a knock heard at her door, causing her to turn her head slightly. A boy stands there, his body halfway in her room, halfway out. His dark hair is messy and all over the place, and he holds a piece of paper in the hand he didn't use to knock. He grins at her softly. "I was told to give this to you," he tells her as he patiently waits for her to get up off the floor. She lets out a short laugh and stands up.
"Sorry, I'm still trying to unpack," she explains, taking the paper out of his hand. He shrugs his shoulders.
"I understand. I mean, it's just the second day," he says, rocking back on his heels. She nods her head as she glances over what the paper says. It just tells her some information from the orientation session she missed yesterday. "I'm Leo," he introduces, sticking out his hand. She stares at it for a second before shaking it.
"I'm Phoebe," she replies, "but, I don't know, people call me Bee, if you want to." He furrows his eyebrows.
"Like the bug?" He asks, his eyes wandering off over her shoulder and into her room. She notices, but understands because she's a bit nosey as well.
"Yeah, like the bug," she says. He has a weird look on his face. "You don't have to call me that. It's just shorter than Phoebe."
"Oh," he shakes his head, "It's not that. It's just, Phoebe's nice. I like Phoebe."
"Okay," she nods her head and lets out a breath.
"I live down the hallway. Room 110," He tells her. She sends him a tight lipped smile.
"Well, I guess we'll be seeing each other a lot," She says, crossing her arms over her chest. He lets out a breath and nods his head.
      "Yeah?"
       "Yep."
        "Alright, well, I'll get going. It was nice to meet you, Phoebe," he sends her a small hand wave before stepping out of her room.

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     "You know what I want?" She asks him, her eyes narrowed and seductive. He tilts his head towards her voice.
      "What do you want?" He questions, his voice almost a whisper.
      "I want you to kiss-kiss me," she tells him, "I want you to do it out of the blue, when I least expect it."
      "You're drunk—"
      "But am I not telling you truth?"

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     Her eyes wander around the room, catching the sight of several people pressed against the walls, kissing or talking to each other. There's not a lot of dancing for party, but more communicating with each other, something that she's not doing right now because all of her friends are on the wall with someone else, in the bathroom, outside, or just not here.
      The yellow and blue flashing lights blind her vision for a second, and then her eyes stop. They stop on another pair of eyes, brown ones, to be exact. They're hooded over and red, and she sucks in a sharp breath after realizing whose eyes they belong to. He keeps a strong stare with her, almost daring, waiting for her to blink, but she doesn't. Neither does he.
        He kicks off the wall and is walking toward her, each step bouncing up and coming back down. The music beats with her heart as she waits for him to get to her. Her stomach starts to ache in a weird way, and it makes her feel sick. Her hands start to feel a bit clammy, and the room is suddenly warm. She shakes her head and turns away from him. She gets ready to bolt straight to the kitchen when she feels herself being pulled back.
      "Hey," Leo mumbles, his hand holding hers. She looks down at the floor and then back up at his face.
      "Hey," she lets out. He smirks at her, causing her to gasp at the stir in her stomach. And then, without another thought, he's turned around and pulling her up the stairs. She glances over her shoulder, seeing if anyone is witnessing this, and then she's in a bathroom, the pounding of the loud music still beating along with her heart. "What're you doing?" She asks, watching as he locks the door. He doesn't say anything. He takes a step forward, backing her up against the counter. Snaking his hands on the counter top, he leans in, a few inches away from her lips.