vibrant

four; scribbles

Ophelia softly groans as she wakes up, stretching out her muscles as she sits up in bed. Looking over, Ophelia sees Jj still sound asleep beside her, soft snores coming from him. So, Ophelia flops back down, closing her eyes and attempting to get just a bit more sleep.

After a few more minutes, Ophelia hears Jj's snores cease, and when she opens her eyes and leans up onto her elbows, his blue eyes cast a gaze towards her, "Whoa," He softly says, embarrassingly shifting to look around the room.

"What?" Ophelia asks, her voice scratchy and rough from sleep.

Jj glances back at her, "Uh, nothing, it's just-" Ophelia raises a brow at him, "You look, uh, really pretty in the morning."

With wide eyes, Ophelia is unable to control the blush that burns it's way up her neck and remains on he cheeks. She's never considered herself pretty, average maybe, and hearing it from Jj, a known womanizer, makes her heart beat a little but faster. She coughs, clearing her throat, "Thanks," Ophelia swallows, looking down at her hands, "Should we go back to the Chateau today, do you think?"

"Oh yeah," Jj nods, sitting upright, "I'm getting us down to that wreck, that's for damn sure."

Ophelia smiles at his response, "Okay, well you're gonna have to sneak out and knock on the front door if you're taking me with you."

"You think your dads would let you take one of the cars?"

"I don't think Art Dad has anywhere to be."

"Nice!" Jj exclaims, immediately being shushed by Ophelia, "I'll be right back." Jj stands, picking his tank up fro the floor and heading over to the balcony. Ophelia watches as he disappears down the lattice. Taking the opportunity, Ophelia goes to her closet, changing into a paisley-patterned bikini, a pair of jean shorts, and a black t-shirt.

She can hear the knock on the door as she's throwing her hair up into a bun. Faintly, she hears one of her Dad's opening the door and greeting the blond, "Ophelia!" Michael calls, "Jj's here!"

"Coming!" The girl yells back, grabbing her glasses and putting them on, then, she heads down the stairs, "Hey Jj," She greets, a cool, knowing smile on her face as she sees him, he smirks at her, "What's up?"

"I'm heading to John B's, was hoping to catch a ride."

"Of course, m'lord," Ophelia jokes padding her way down a small hallway, and into the kitchen. She sees Art Dad with a cup of coffee and a book in front of him. Medicine Dad must already be at the hospital, "Morning!" Ophelia chimes, Jj following behind her, "What'cha reading?"

"Take a guess," Michael says, "Epic poem, written in nine thousand heart-breaking lines of dactylic hexameter by the Roman poet, Virgil."

"The Aeneid," Ophelia says automatically, and Michael shows her the cover, confirming her guess. Ophelia turns back to Jj, seeing him smirking at her. Both of her Dads love old literature. Shakespeare, Plato, Virgil, and too many more to name. When she was a kid, they'd read her the old academic texts at bedtime. So, she's a bit of a nerd for it as well. She feels a bit embarrassed as she looks back to her dad, "Could I borrow the car today, please?"

"Where are you going?"

"Just to John B's," Ophelia says before she gestures back to the blond waiting in the doorway, "Jj's getting tired of riding on my handlebars."

"You know, it was really cute when you guys were twelve," Michael endearingly mentions.

Jj nods, "Yeah, I think that was the last time it was comfortable, too."