What a Wonderful Life;;[logan and arya]

[Malachy [MALLY] Jones]

_{There are many things that I would like to say to you
but I don't know how}

Mally was, in a word, BORED.She surveyed her dorm room critically; decided it was the most boring place on the face of the earth, and left before she'd finished getting the second olive green converse low-top on. She was tugging said show on as she made her way down the halls of the dorm building, and out onto the steps in front. Glancing around at the infernally bright sunshine, she whipped out a pair of purposefully ridiculously huge, yellow framed, brown lensed sunglasses. She smirked at the world as she put them on, singlehandedly looking like an idiot and really not caring. Her bright hair (a natural, dark red today, no fancy dying) contrasted sharply with her favorite, dark green hoodie and skinny dark jeans. The outfit was a usual for her; comfortable, presentable, generally cute. It accentuated her skinnyness, while simultaneously hiding distinct lack of curves (or pronounced ones anyway).

Raking slim fingers through her red hair, she sighed and set off toward the student lounge. It would be boring there too, but maybe she could find someone to talk too. That was the theory anyway.

Her theory was cruelly disproved when she pushed the door open to find a crowd that consisted of a few dust bunnies, some long abandoned books, and someone's sweater (in a hideous, yellow-y color too). With a rueful smile, she rolled her eyes. Thats right. This is Bentley Prep. Who's going to stick around here? No one, that who. They're all too busy getting drunk and fucking each other's best friends.Not for the first time, she wished she was somewhere (anywhere) else. "C'est la vie.." she muttered to herself. Thats life, can't really do anything about it just yet. She made a mental note to diss them all when she was a famous Broadway performer, and sat down on a long, dilapidated couch.

She sat crosslegged on the old structure, resting on elbow on her leg and her chin in her hand. She was just about to stare into space until something happened, when her phone buzzed obnoxiously in her pocket. Whipping it out, she saw the number and groaned. Her family. She answered, putting it to her ear just in time to here the shrieks of three ten year olds demanding the remote from one another. A calm, even voice spoke to her in a controlled manner. "Mally, they won't shut up. What should I do? Dad says not to bother him and I'm getting a migrane!" The voice belonged to her thirteen year old brother, who had been acting like grown man since he was five. He must have skipped puberty entirely, because he showed absolutely no signs of idiocy,moodiness, or hormones (in a bad way) at all. She sighed into the phone, thinking. "Just....gosh, I dunno. Let me think." It took her another five minutes to sort out the argument, and she found herself wishing once again that her father did more parenting. Taking care of the kids wasn't bad at all, but it got difficult when you were a billion miles away.Hanging up to the renewed sound of quiet, she groaned and slouched back on the couch cusions, feeling them sag ever so slightly under her slight weight.

She was bored again within fifteen seconds. She tugged a small booklet out of her bag, the script for her latest play. It wasn't a great work of art, but it wasn't horrifying either, and if she went too long without running around on a stage, she positively died inside. So here she was, sitting in an empty room, reading a script, and waiting for something to happen.

What a wonderul life...

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[Logan Miller]

All in all it's just another day now,
you're falling down
what you gonna do

He was positioned half off his bed and half lying on the carpet. It didn't exactly look comfortable, though that might have been the point. At the moment Logan Miller was trying, and failing, to get out of bed. Hid clock shone out glaringly that it was ten in the morning, and he made it so far to half crawl out of bed and end up falling asleep again. In a very uncompromising position. Fingers twirled lazily around a cord of some kind, wondering in his hazy state of sleepiness what it could possibly be, he tugged. Ensuring that his large alarm clock fell abrubtly onto his head. Flailing around from shock he managed to actually fall off the bed this time, legs haphazardly wrapped around his sheet as he looked around bewilderedly.

Eyes scanned the room as to what woke him up so suddenly, landing on the alarm clock he made an audible groan and half punted it across the room, not even stopping to check if it was damaged. He hoped it was. Running a hand through already messy hair he crawled around his room looking for something to wear, he managed to unearth some kind of bright orange poncho, which was immediately nixed, and found under it a tame looking shirt.

After managing to pull on a pair of jeans, Logan stumbled back to his bed, finding his vans, which he put on the wrong feet, and then stopped to think what the hell he was doing. Brows scrunched in confusion as he tried to think of why he was in such a hurry. He came up with nothing and cursed himself for being an idiot, with quite a range in vocabulary.

Sighing, he stumbled out of his room, wandering dizzily down the hall, scaring a couple of freshman, while they pointed and asked loudly if he was drunk. He responded by flipping them off. Finally managing to make his way to the front door he stopped to think were to go, the first room that popped into his head was the student lounge, why? Because it had couches, and he could sleep on said couches.

Making his way across campus in a half dazed state, he finally managed to make it to the door, which was flung open widely to allow entrance to himself. Eyes squinting slightly at what he saw, bright red hair furrowed into a couch cushion. A grin spread across his face as he recognized the person. Half skipping over he moaned out, "Maaaallyyyy, save me." Before falling on top of her in an overly-dramatic state.

"I'm dying of sleep deprivision." He informed her, probably half crushing her with his body weight. Laying back he pretended to look dead, though no wasn't half as tired as before, though that could be because he was actually doing something now and it was waking him up. Opening one eye he peeked at her before saying, "and I'll need mouth to mouth resuscitation." Grinning cheekily, he looked a bit odd, with half his hair sticking up and his shirt on backwards. And if you happened to glance down, you may wonder why he had his shoes on the wrong feet.

[Malachy [MALLY] Jones]

_{There are many things that I would like to say to you
but I don't know how}

Mally had just begun to fall into a trance, having read the same line exactly four times before she realized what she was doing. She was putting away the script and about to take a nap or something, when the doors burst open, banging loudly against the wall. She blinked a few times, her reaction time slowed by the drug that is sleep deprivation. A few moments later, she looked up just in time to see a familiar, touseled blond head almost skipping over to her. Before she had time to think, her best friend had flopped down across the length of her couch, INCLUDING the portion that she happened to be sitting on. As he had flopped down right onto her lap, she had a chance to notice a tag sticking out of the front? of his shirt, and his hair had definitely not encountered anything remotely resembeling a comb. "Logan, are you high?" she asked, her face and eyes utterly serious. She was, of course, not serious at all. Mally was never serious. Serious just didn't fit into her world very well.

He announced that he was dying of sleep deprivation and fell back, looking dead. And, well, gorgeous. There was no way in heaven or hell that she was going to say as much. Or even allow herself to think as much, for long anyway. As he spoke, she blinked down at him solemnly. Arching one red-orange eye brow, she gave him a skeptical look to match his cheeky grin. Mouth to mouth resusitation? she though to herself, I wish. Pushing that ever so unpleasant thought away, she thanked every random deity she could think of for giving her the ability to act. She knew for a fact she was not blushing, or letting on that she totally loved this goofball. With the same solemn expression, she glanced down at his feet and her other eyebrow raised. "Your shoes are on the wrong feet." Her eyes flicked back up to his shirt. Your shirt is on backwards and possibly inside out. she noted, then turned her gaze to his hair. This is one serious situation. Your life is obviously in jeopardy for you to go running around like this.."

A wicked grin jumped onto her face as she abandoned the serious persona. Valiantly attempting to smooth down his hair, she laughed at the generally ridiculous appearance the boy had at the moment. "What will I do with you?" she asked, shaking her head with a goofy grin. She leaned back slightly, wiggling her toes discreetly to make sure that she hadn't lost all circulation. Glancing down at her blond haired buffoon of a best friend, she chuckled lightly, tilting her head to the side inquisitively. Green eyes met his, and her hair fell to the side as her head moved. "What the hell are you doing up so early anyway? Its like.." she glanced over at a clock on the wall nearby, peering at the numbers through they're layer of dust. Jeez, no one really comes here much, huh?. Ten thirty! she finished. "Most of the student body is in bed with a hangover right now."

Of course, one might ask why she wasn't it bed with a hangover. For one thing, she didn't party a ton. When she did, she rarely managed to get drunk. Coming from a heavily French and Irish background, she was definitely no stranger to alcohol in its many forms. In fact, she had a higher alcohol tolerance that many of the most hardcore partiers here at Bentley, though you certainly wouldn't guess it just by looking at her. She poked Logan in the side as she felt her feet start to tingle, grinning widely. "Now sit up, I'm starting to loose circulation!" she glared woefully at her legs, wiggling her toes and feeling the sting of blood returning to circulate. "I might have to amputate them. My future is ruined." she turned her mournful gaze on her best friend. "Thanks a lot, fatty." The hint of a grin crept onto her lips, and shook her head slightly. Life was an odd thing. Just minutes ago she'd been desperate for something to happen, and the next thing you know here came Logan. Maybe life wasn't so bad after all.

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[Logan Miller]

All in all it's just another day now,
you're falling down
what you gonna do

Pursing his lips are her inquisition and looking, in fact, even more high he responded, "no, I'm not. Thank you very much." Chuckling to himself he leaned back into the couch and asked, "so I guess your not willing to give me mouth to mouth resuscitation to save my life? Shame on you." He smirked slightly, digging his elbow into her stomach purposefully while doing so. At her accusations, he looked down, and sure enough was met with his shoes on the wrong feet, scrunching his brows before he pulled a hurt look onto his face, "Mally, you know about the fact that my feet are on opposite, how can you be so cruel and tease me like this? We are no longer friends."

Turning his head half a fraction away he decided to answer the next barb with a statement as well, "Oh, it's most definitely inside out." Nodding seriously as he talked. As she spoke again he nodded gravely, "I told you, I'm in danger of dying, and you won't save me. You meanieface." Sticking out his tongue at her he proceeded to take off his shoes, after discovering they were on the wrong feet he finally found out why they were so uncomfortable.

As her hand toyed to muse around his hair into looking decent he scowled slightly, and as she spoke said, "i'unno? Give me to the pound?" Head flopping backward as she removed her hand, in a failed attempt, he heard her comment and said, "I know, I have no idea what is wrong with me, some oddly gruesome genetic defect no doubt." Biting his lip as he actually thought about this before finishing the sentence, "and no hangover, they kicked me out of the club after I decided to see if I could run across the bar and hurdle everyones drinks..." He trailed off with a thoughtful expression on his face, "for some reason they got mad." He finished, as if surprised at the outcome.

When she spoke of her toes he laughed before saying, "ruin your future? As what, a fry cook? I don't think you need your toes for that." He told her seriously, grinning. At her next comment he made a fake in mock outrage, "how dare you! My weight is a very sensitive topic, you hurt my feeling and totally shredded my self esteem." As he said this he managed to fling himself back further so he was now half resting on her stomach as well, adding even more of his weight to the mix. "Okay, I'm not getting up until you become my slave for life." He spoke, smiling playfully.

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[Malachy [MALLY] Jones]

_{There are many things that I would like to say to you
but I don't know how}

"Nope, sorry Logan. You'll have to con someone else into giving you mouth to mouth." She giggled slightly at the hurt look, before pulling one of horror onto her own features. Clasping her hands across her mouth, with a terrified gasp, she fake-fainted, leaning half-against him and half against the couch, adding to the tangeled confusion of arms and legs and bodies. "No! How will my life go on?! Oh merciful God what have I done!!!!!!!?!"

Laughing slightly, she gave a sorrowful nod and sighed mournfully. "I know. I'm a terrible person. Despicable even."She shook her head sorrowfully and pressed the back of her hand to her forehead dramatically. "How can I live with myself?! With this realization, my life has lost all meaning."She chuckled with amusement. watching him fix his shoes. He really was one of those one-in-a-kind sort of people. Life at Bentley would be deciedly sucky without him around, that was for sure. "I don't think the pound would take you, what with your backwards feet and apparent gruesome genetic defect. Guess I'm stuck with you." she gave a wistful sigh, then giggled at the other half of his statement. "Are you serious? And you did that without being drunk enough to have a hangover the next morning?" she shook her head, half-disbeleiving. You're mental. She said the last words decisively, then moved on.

She teared up, gasping in shock. How DARE you belittle my goals for the future! she said indignantly, throwing a hand across her chest in a gesture of offense. After everything I've done for you! When I have to have my feet its going to be your fault and you don't even care!You're.." she paused for dramatic effect, then said, "absolutely heartless!"She laughed, watching his dramatic antics before replying in kind. "Maybe we should get your feet amputated too. You'd probably loose a lot of weight if you got rid of all those bones and such." she said in a wise, all-knowing tone. He flopped back, crushing even more of her. She was beginning to get uncomfortable in the situation; a feeling brought on primarily by thoughts of how much she wanted to give him the mouth to mouth he kept asking for. Honestly, its like he was TRYING to make life difficult for her. Plus, her legs really were falling asleep.

"Slave for life?" she gave him a skeptical stare. "Huh, I dunno about that one. I mean, do you really want a slave with no feet? Possibly no legs if you keep this up." she added, fighting down her hammering heart. This close in proximity, and he'd probably be able to tell pretty easily if she started acting like a schoolgirl with her first crush. He was pretty unobservant sometimes, when she let things slip (or she thought so anyway, maybe he knew and he was pretending he didn't. A disturbing notion, to say the least) but this was one of those situations where she had to be careful not to give herself away. She loved their friendship and wouldn't trade it for anything. If they started dating, who knows. It might work out, or it could crash and burn and they'd loose everything.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, just to be doing something. Vaguely, she wondered who he was out partying with. She didn't THINK he had a girlfriend right now, but she didn't often ask him about that sort of thing. No point in torturing herself,right? After all, she usually liked his girlfriends well enough once she did meet them. Its not that she had anything against them, necessairily. You know how it goes.

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[Logan Miller]

All in all it's just another day now,
you're falling down
what you gonna do

"Oh, haha, your so hysterical." He said, rolling his eyes at her. As she pretended to act horrified he grinned as well, watching her as she went through the dramatics. "That's right. You have doomed yourself to a life of misery and other such doomy adjectives." Nodding vigorously as he described her fate. Pulling a drawn expression he tapped at his chin with a finger, as if pondering about something before saying, "though I suppose I can forgive you this time. But you totally owe me a candy bar. And it must involve almonds, there is no such thing as good candy if it doesn't involve almonds."

At her words on the pound he scowled, reaching a hand forward to muse up her hair so it was almost as crazy looking as his. "Such a shame that your stuck with me, we all know how unbelievably annoying I am." At this comment he grinned almost impishly, all teeth were shown as he looked just a tad demonic. At her next words he smirked proudly and pretending to brush an invisible speck of dirt of his shoulder. "Yeah I know, I'm pretty much amazing at life." He informed her, nodding seriously before making an odd gang symbol with his hands and said, "That was for the sting ray lightning bolts, hoe." Which was, obviously, a gang he made up on the cusp of the moment.

He listened to her next little out brake with brows raised, at the words of his feet amputation he scowled at her, "There shall be no such doing, after all, my life goal is to be a deep sea fisherman slash crabber, and you shall not ruin it for me" Of course, he didn't actually want to be that. But it seemed like a likely enough response. For Logan anyway, and the main adjective used to describe him was indeed, mental.

At her slave words her smiled before saying, "obviously I will get you one of those funky metal legs, you can hop around - I can't afford two." He told her seriously,. Finally deciding to actually be not annoying he rolled to the opposite side of the couch, and pushed her. Now he was lazing on the couch and she seemed to be in a half odd position on the floor. "Oh wow, this couch is a lot more comfortable that you. Your like sitting on a freakin' rock." He informed her chivalrously.

Eyes wandered as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, which he bought because it was called a blast - really, who wouldn't have bought a cell phone called a Blast? Well, everybody besides Logan and select others, but that was besides the point. "Malachy, I am changing your ringtone." He informed her, scrolling through his music to choose her newest ringtone. He made odd faces, and murmuring distinct sounds that made him look, well, odd. To say the least.

Nodding with contentment he finally said, "okay, perfect song. This describes you dead-on." Pressing play, the dulcet notes of barbie girl filled the area, bobbing along to the beat, and missing it completely he laughed hysterically - thinking himself a comic genius, or something quite close. "I got your personality on the dot, eh?" He asked, smirking cutely.

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[Malachy [MALLY] Jones]

_{There are many things that I would like to say to you
but I don't know how}

Wrinkling her nose, she flapped her hands at him dismissively. ”Almonds are icky and have no place in candy!” she insisted with the utmost sincerity. Of course, they both knew she was only disagreeing for the sake of argument, as she practically worshipped almond Hershey bars. ”But if it will buy your forgiveness, I suppose I shall have to get you one, “ she conceded, making a mental note to hurl one at his face the next time she saw him. She clapped her hands over her head after he messed with her hair, smoothing it down and glaring. It didn’t really work, despite the effort she exerted on taming it within the next few moments. Giving up, she glared at him. “You’re like the harbinger of chaos! she accused, jokingly. Taking in his next words, she nodded solemnly.

”Oh yes, very annoying. And obnoxious. You can’t forget obnoxious.” She flashed a wicked grin at his ‘amazing at life’ claim, and gave him a look that screamed ‘I am so not impressed by you.’ It was a look she frequently used on the males (she hesitated to call them men) that populated her school. One such look efficiently warded off all but the most egotistic freaks, and they could be dissuaded if you just ignored them. Idiots wasted her time, and she refused to do any such thing. Maybe this was why she went through boyfriends faster than the speed of sound, when she had them at all. At his next words, she shoved him playfully in the shoulder he had just brushed off in an oh-so-‘gangsta’ way.You’re amazing at being a jerk. she countered it a perfectly pointless way. Then again, who needed to have a point when you were talking to your best friend? She pondered it for a moment, then resurfaced to listen to his life dream. “If you insist on being a deep sea fisherman slash crabber, then you must give me some of your fish, that I might fry them. Even in my life of servitude, I shall have to live out my dream sometimes.” She nodded decisively as she mashed the two ridiculous stories together; creating a large super-humanly idiotic mass of words that she hoped made at least a miniscule amount of sense, (this hope was, of course, completely in vain).

She was about to reply with a scathing remark about his unbelievable generosity, when he rolled off her and shoved. She was small, and easily toppled, finding herself half-sitting on the floor. Deciding sliding down was easier than climbing back up, she shifted slightly and landed on the ground softly. Crossing her legs, she leaned back against the couch and tilted her head to look over at him, so that she was using the seat-cushion as a sort of pillow. “Good, that means I’m not a squishy fatty like you.” she replied, completely in jest. Logan was, of course, nowhere near fat.

She eyed him lazily as he tugged out his phone, pushing a few keys. He spoke again and she grimaced at the use of her full name. She didn’t mind it SO much, but she definitely preferred Mally. At his words, she raised a brow skeptically. “Why do I get the feeling I don’t like where this is going?” She watched as he scrolled through song after song, making the oddest faces and noises. If she was a girly-er girl, or perhaps not distinctly in the ‘just a friend’ category, she would be squealing about how adorable he looked or something along those lines. As it was, she rolled her eyes, just the barest hint of a smile on her lips.

He nodded contentedly and she waited the few moments before it started playing. It began to play and she gasped indignantly. ”You jerk!!” she shot at him, abandoning her seat on the floor to attack him in an attempt to steal his phone. She ended up half-squashing HIM, this time, trying to make her way through his ringtones to find something better, a difficult feat as she was trying to beat him away from her as well. Plus, she was pathetic when it came to technology, and couldn’t figure out how to work his phone.

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[Arya Carso]

Isn't Something MiSSiNG?
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Arya muttered crosely under her breath as she tossed and turned on her bed. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, throwing her legs over the bed and standing up. Her thin hair covering her eyes. She walked towards her dresser, being as quiet as possible. She opened her drawers, sorting through them--trying to find something to go downstairs in. Anyways, she wasn't one to walk around in her pajamas.

The thin, pretty girl slipped on a white tank-top. And a pair of long, baggy white lounge pants. She glanced around before opening the small fridge in their dorm. She grabbed a small carton of ice cream, and she headed towards the lounge.

Arya opened the door, looking down and scooping some of her ice cream. Looking up, sheglanced at the two. She could only remember the boy's name--Logan. She sat down in on one of the couches, crossing her legs indian-style as she ate the ice cream.

[Logan Miller]

All in all it's just another day now,
you're falling down
what you gonna do

At her words he opened his mouth in mock outrage, spluttering out, "how dare you? Almonds are way more attractive than you, you should be bowing down to them. Or something." Scrunching up his lips and nose as he proceeded to make odd faces at her. When she spoke again he simply stuck out his tongue. Lolling his head back against the cushion he listened to her words, a small smile spreading across his face as he said, "ohh, I like that, it shall be my superhero name!" Pounding a fist in the air to enunciate his words. "I just need one of those amazing costumes, I'll get one with a mermaid banging a dolphin on it." And Logan wondered why people though he took crack.

As if thinking he placed a long finger against his chin before saying, "Hmm, my superhero name shall be...Let's Bang The Sea. Though that's a bit long, how about Sea Banger? Short, sweet, and to the point." Yeah, maybe it was the sleep deprivation, either that or the people under his dorm were smoking pot the whole night. Entirely plausible. When she spoke again he nodded, as if that was an exemplary trait everyone wanted to have, as if to list others he held up his fingers, counting off his supposed other amazing traits, "And amazingly handsome, and chivalrous, and smart, and incredibly athletic. And sexy, and beautiful, I mean, I'm fucking gorgeous." Flashing a grin at her that was supposed to be dashingly handsome, he came up a little short.

When she spoke again he scowled slightly before saying, "yeah, and I'm also amazing in bed." Showing a smile and producing his row of teeth before he started to giggle in odd snorting waves he he sounded like a dying mutant duck pig. He finally died down a bit to hear her next word to which he nodded seriously at her words saying, "good point! You can fry the fish heads. And then eat them." He added as an afterthought.

As she sunk to the ground he heard her words, and in mock outrage, shouted out, "I'm pleasantly plump! Golly gee, why are you so mean Mal-UH-key" To which he giggles vivaciously at afterwards, knowing how much she hated her name, much less dragging out the syllables. And then barbie girl started playing and everything went to shambles. As she was pushing random buttons on his phone, her knee going where it was not safe, he attempted to struggle out of the heap that was Malachy.

"Geroff me Barbie!" He managed to shout before biting her arm playfully, trying to duck his head under her torso to get her to stop breaking the poor thing. Seeing as it failed he brought his face up and licked the length of her cheek, like a dog to its owner. Finally breaking free, he figured it was from the shock of having someone lick you, he managed to grab the phone and proceeded to tumble headlong into the wooden coffee table.

"My fucking eye!" He yelled out, over dramatizing the whole thing because he simply felt like it, until said damaged eye found a girl perched at the edge of the couch. Lips curved into a smile as he half hopped his way over, flopping down he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, his other arm bringing her closer for a half hug. "Arryyyyyyaaaa" He said, dragging out the name. It was common knowledge that they both liked each other, and it was a matter of time before they hooked up. Pretending to hide behind her he whined out, "Tell Mally to stop beating me up." Sticking his tongue out at the redhead from behind Arya's blond hair.

[Malachy [MALLY] Jones]

_{There are many things that I would like to say to you
but I don't know how}

“You’re saying I’m ugly compared to..to…FOOD?! I’m..why…I’m devastated. I’ll need years of therapy to recover. Thanks a lot.” She stuck her tounge out at him, rolling her eyes. Worshiping almonds? Lord only knew what the boy had been smoking; Mally knew that’s what most onlookers would be wondering. Mally knew better. The strange, twisted, slightly surreal imaginings of Logan were normal; all part of a day’s work for the goofy kid. And boy did she love him for it, unbeknownst to him of course. “A mermaid banging a dolphin?” she asked, slightly incredulous."Sounds original...to say the very least!" That was weird even for him. Maybe he WAS on something. He kept rambling, going on about his superhero name and Mally cracked up. There was simply nothing else to do in such a situation. When your best friend went on about how he was going to be a superhero named the Sea Banger, what could you really do? Start laughing so hard you thought your face was going to explode. Or at least, that’s what Mally was doing.

“My lord, don’t forget modest, dear. You’re quite modest. And humble.” She said, nodding earnestly, eyes as wide as saucers. She was the very picture of an admiring fan, though her eyes glittered mischeviously. He mentioned being amazing in bed, and Mally had to wonder if that was true. Not, unfortunately, that she’d ever find out, she thought, before nearly choking on her own tounge for thinking like that. Damn, this whole keeping a secret thing could be hard. His duck pig laughter set her off into semi-hysteric giggles of her own, though she sounded far more human. She hoped. She stopped just long enough to nod gravely in response to his fish head comment, and then was lost to laughter.

"Pleasantly plump my ass, you fatty!" she returned, forcing the words out around laughter. The laughter fell to make way for outrage as he over annunciated every last syllable of her long, annoying name. Glaring daggers at the poor boy, set to attack him again, her mock-outrage only heightened as ‘barbie girl’ rang through the lounge. The fight waged furiously for a few moments, and ended as Logan LICKED HER FACE. Rolling away and rubbing at her cheek in disgust, she glared at the boy. “Ewwww! Logan you sick freak!” she shuddered, trying to force down laughter at the sheer absurdity of the situation. Logan hit the table eye-first, it seemed, as he fell to the floor in melodramatic fits.

“Your eye?! Screw your eye! I have your germs all over me! I’ll probably break out in some bizzare rash that eats my face clean off!” she insisted, panic lacing her voice as she matched his melodramatic tendencies with her own. She was just thinking about how really adorable Logan looked when he was rolling around on the floor acting like a freak when it happened.

She looked up and saw…That Girl.

Okay, so That Girl had a name. Her name was Arya, and she really was a nice girl. Maybe. Perhaps. No, not really. Not in Mally’s opinion anyway. Arya liked Logan. Logan liked Arya. It was only a matter of time before the two started dating. Which meant it would be another few months of awkward hell for Mally. ‘Yeah Logan, I think she’s great.’ ‘Wow Logan, you guys are so cute together.’ ‘Gosh Logan, she’s perfect for you.’ ‘I’m so happy you two are happy together Logan.’ Lie lie lie lie lie, that’s all she did whenever Logan had a girlfriend. She was his best friend, it was her job to be supportive, and so she was. But boy did she HATE it. Having to play nice with the girlfriends, when all she really wanted to do was shove them into a fountin like in old teen movies was murder. Really, the worst form of torture imaginable.

The worst part was, Mally didn’t even LIKE this girl. Some of the others, most even, she had been able to get along with well enough. But there was just something about Arya that rubbed Mally the wrong way. Maybe it was the way she always looked at Mally like she KNEW that Mally liked Logan, and just could not wait to use it against her. Yeah…that was probably it. Not to mention Arya was tiny, thin, blonde, and gorgeous. Mally just could not compete (again). That was life though, or Mally’s anyway.

To add insult to injury, Logan jumped up and walk-hopped over to her, practically draping himself across the blonde. (No, that wasn’t fair, he was half-hugging her, that was all; corrected the very small, sane part of Mally’s conciousness). Shaking off her suddenly gloomy mood, she stuck her tounge out back at him , propping her hands on her hips. ”I’m not beating you up, you’re just a wimp. I mean come on, I’m half your size!!” she protested, but there was a subtle-y half-hearted feel to it. Grimacing as she realized this, she endeavored to be more convincingly herself next time. Not that Logan would notice, she hoped.

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[Arya Carso]

Isn't Something MiSSiNG?
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After her second, small scoop of ice cream, Arya remembered this other girl. What was her name? The only thing Arya remembered was that it was something stupid--Mackly? Something that sounded totally like a boy's name. Well, in her opinion anyways. And, of course, she wanted to glare at her but not in front of Logan. No, no, no. She liked Logan--the girl liked Logan. And, of course, Arya could tell that Logan liked her, Arya.

When she glanced at the brightly colored-head again, her eyes almost narrowed and she could barely hide the smirk that covered her lips. She covered it with a smile, trying to seem at least somewhat nice. Not for what's-her-face's sake, but for Logan's sake. And of course, she could tell that the girl hated her. And, of course, when Logan was anywhere near Arya. It was so simple to tell, really. She always seemed to cast her a glare, ignore her, or simply act like a jerk. But she usually ignored her--unless it was only them two.

Truthfully, Arya was glad she could ruin the girl's life. Bentley seemed to be so boring--until now. At least after she found at that Mally [she finally found out her name after Logan pretended to whine] liked Logan. And it made everything so much more interesting for her. When Logan looked away, Arya couldn't help but smirk at Mally. She loved boasting about the point that she was winning--she had the guy, not Mally.

Arya half-hugged him back, then patting his head when he ducked down. She wanted to say something but Malachy had said something before she got the chance. And, she nodded in agreement to her words, though she didn't really mean it. Arya purposelly flicked her hair, making it hit Logan in the face. A piece of brightly colored blue hair landing on his head, "Nooo hiding behind me!" She pretended to whine, ducking slightly.[/color]

[Logan Miller]

All in all it's just another day now,
you're falling down
what you gonna do

"Well dear, you have needed years of therapy before this whole incident. So I think you'll be fie." Patting her head, he held a bemused smile on his features. Nodding along to her words, he turned it into some odd sort of tribal dance. That only involved his head. Lord only knew what this boy could possibly be thinking. As she spoke out adjectives, which he knew described him to the tee, he spoke out, "hell yeah, don't you know it. No idea what modest is though, but it sounds important enough, so it's all good." To which he then proceeded to continue on with his tribal dance.

After the slight tussle, in which he was called a sick freak, Logan proceeded to roll around in mock induced pain, moaning loudly to add to his melodramatic feats. As he heard her own hysterical shrieks he began to laugh incredibly hard, now rolling around in fits of giggles as she wiped furiously at her face. "Hahahahaha, you have my geeeerms. And my AIDS..." He added, to which he burst out in fits of laughter....again.

As he made his way over to Arya, proceeding to use her as a shield he heard her comment, to which he replied, "Yeah, but your feet are monstrous, you could squish my head, or something to that extent." He told her, adding on a fake whimper. As hair was tossed into his face, he did the most reasonable thing he thought of. Which was most probably not reasonable to well...normal people. He brought his teeth together on top of the lock and tugged, like some kind of dog. When she spoke again he pretended to sulk.

Biting his lip in an almost shy manner he proceeded to bring hands up, letting fingers trail through the blond hair, tugging lightly at the ends as he did so. Fingers moved away as his head trailed down to her shoulder, chin resting by the crook of her neck as he pretended to look over at Mally, gaze really lingering on Arya's skin, not to mention the partial patch of skin that was exposed from this particular angle. To which he usually got slapped for. Apparently he didn't care about being slapped, but eyes lolled away slowly to rest on Mally. "Come over here, lobster head." Patting the cushion next to him, all traces of argument gone from his voice. For now, anyway.

}}sorry for the amazing shortness.

[Arya Carso]

Isn't Something MiSSiNG?
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Arya couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face when he tugged on her hair with his teeth, though many girls would have squealed loudly and probably smacked him... or worse. But, instead, she just smiled, rolling her eyes. She loved the attention--and how much Mally hated her. Arya let out a small, quiet whimper, a playfull whimper, really.

Arya felt his fingers trail through her hair and smirked silently. And, when he tugged at it, she let him. She was comfortable like this, and she couldn't help but suck in all the attention. It wasn't her fault she loved it all so much--it was merely the way she acted.

Then, Logan put his chin by her shoulder. And Arya couldn't help it--she turned so she could see him and kissed the corner of his mouth. She really couldn't help it--it was too tempting for her own good. Arya then kissed his cheek and withdrew again, to her normal stance.

Arya knew exactly where he was looking, actually. She had followed his line of sight. But, instead of smacking him, she let her hand rest on his left cheek, the one on the opposite side of her. And, she kissed his other cheek once more, turning to smile at Mally again [Well, more of an evil smile].

[[If I was supposed to post AFTER Mally, I'm sowwy.]][/color]

[Malachy [MALLY] Jones]

_{There are many things that I would like to say to you
but I don't know how}

”Okay, well, you’re probably right about the therapy thing. But jeez, Logan, its expensive. Now I need like, ten times more.” she sulked, crossing her arms and sighing. ”You’re gonna drive me into bankruptcy before I’ve even got any money!”Watching his bizzare head-dance, she fought to keep her serious demeanor in place. As soon as he began agreeing, she completely lost it to a fit of the giggles. By the time she might have gotten anywhere near recovering, the fight had ensued.

As Logan writhed piteously on the floor in a fit of melodramatic agony, Mally cluthched her cheek as though holding it in place with a sheer force of will. At his laughing words, she threw on a melodramatic look of terror and renewed her scrubbing efforts. ”Jeez Logan! You gave me AIDS?! Thanks a lot. Now I’m gonna die before I get all the therapy I need!” Logan’s writhing turned to amusement, and shortly thereafter both were lost to the giggles again.

He went over to Arya, tossing back a deragatory comment about the size of her feet which she barely heard. Realizing she should probably react somehow to whatever the hell he had said as he went over to HER, she stuck her tongue out at him. It was a default reaction in an argument like this. The girl flipped her hair in his face and, like the strange boy he was, he BIT it. Tugging on the lock and looking incredibly odd, he feigned a sulk at her last few words.

What he did next made her want to run out of the room screaming and wash her eyes out with some slightly aciding chemical to get the picture out of her head. He was giving her a look, the sort of ‘oh my god I love you’ look that Mally hate-hate-hated to see him give her. Then they got sickeningly PDA, and Mally felt like dropping into a hole in the floor and falling for a good six miles. You would never guess though, one of the many ways being an actress came in handy. She looked down, picking the long-forgotten script off of the floor like she had only just noticed its existence.

By the time she looked up again, they were still at their little flirting games. Mally watched the two together and couldn’t deny it, they looked happy. And she wanted Logan to be happy, she really did. She just..wanted him to be happy with HER, and not some tiny, perfect little blonde. But that was another matter entirely, she insisted to herself. That was , of course, complete BS. After a few moments passed and Mally’s heart felt as thought it had been run over by an 18 wheeler, Logan’s gaze drifted back to her and he motioned for her to come over and sit by him. He also called her a lobster head, but she would let that one slide. From the sound of his voice, they had called a truce, which she readily accepted. It hadn’t really been an argument anyway, just babbling. Almost to spite herself, she settled down onto the couch she had been on earlier when he came in, and shook her head at his offer. She gave him one of those smiles, the meaningful kind that said she was giving them their moment. Besides, how ridiculously awkward would it be for her to go sit over there. She already wanted to turn and run from the room so she wouldn’t have to watch, she was NOT about to end up even closer to the situation. Also, she didn’t really feel like being anywhere NEAR Arya at the moment. Especially not with that evil smirk on her face, directed in Mally’s direction. She squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze, redirecting her large green eyes to her script, toying with the corners absentmindedly. This...was awkward.

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[Logan Miller]

All in all it's just another day now,
you're falling down
what you gonna do

He was still in mini fits of hysterics when she responded back, making him giggle even more, rolling onto his side in a the fetal position. Apparently, death by laughter wasn't too far off. As Mally stuck her tongue out, he responded by sticking his own out in return, childish, but that was Logan, in a nutshell. Before he could think of something to say, that would most likely be semi-retarded, she had turned to face him. He wasn't exactly sure what was happening until lips met the corner of his mouth. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion before her lips then found his cheek.

Grinning slightly, he rubbed the tip of his nose along her neck gently. Then her hand was against his face, and he let it sit there, feeling the slightly cold chill of her skin, leftover from the ice cream carton no doubt. And then her lips met his skin again, pulling a corner of his mouth upwards as she did so. As he followed the little transition between himself and Mally, he pouting lightly at her decline.

To say the least, he wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, and therefore missed the whole sneaky look of allowing him to be by himself. Instead, he detached his limbs from the girl next to him, pouting lightly and proceeding to jump of the couch, crawling on all fours to where Mally sat. Resting his head on the armrest of the couch, he drew his hand up, twirling his pinky around hers.

"What'd I do?" He half whined, obviously translating her decline to the fact that she didn't want to talk to him more. "I didn't actually mean yo were a lobster head, I like your hair, it's cute." He pouted towards her, corners of his lips turned down as he did so. Slipping his hand back from the couch, he turned his head to look at the blond by the couch, smiling quietly at her, hoping he wasn't being a jackass or something.

It wasn't that he was dissing her or anything, far from it, he really did like Arya, he was just one of those people who were taught to value friendship, and he was loyal to the point that it was basically a weakness. "I didn't mean it Key, I swear, I'll buy popcorn and the tickets for a movie." Using his private nickname for the girl, in hopes of loosening her up and making her less mad. That's what he thought anyway, but, as we all know, he misinterprets, well, a lot.

Giving her another little look he reached up to pat her hair down, trying to un-mess it up from when he shuffled it up earlier. Scooting himself back along the floor, he ended with his head against the opposite couch cushion, head tilting up to look at the slim blond which was his current interest. Brown eyes delicately traced her features as a hand reached up to stroke lightly at her arm, moving softly barely touching her with light fingertips, eyes shifted back once more to his best friend, a web of guilt building in his stomach - hoping he wasn't doing something that was against the rules of best friendmenship or something in front of her, he'd mentally hang himself later.

}}tis horrible, my humblest apologies.

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