Vianka had gone for a walk. She let her feet guide her.She was looking down at her feet. Not paying attention to where she was heading or the people surrounding her. She had her mp3 player and was oblivious to the silence. But even if she wasn't listening to the music she wouldn't have minded. She loved the quiet, it gave her a chance to seperate her thoughts. She looked up and smiled. She had reached a playground. She loved playgrounds. She pushed open a fence. She sat down and untied her converse. Then pulled off her socks. She hated how whenever you swent on swings sand always kicked up and got in your shoes. She stood up and dusted off her jeans. She headed over to the swings and let herself fall in it. She kicked off and smiled as the wind pushed the hair from her face. She pushed herself harder hoping to go higher and faster. She closed her eyes just wanting to feel the cold of the night.

Micah grinned to himself as he strolled the area around the campus. True, it was getting late and he'd most likely miss curfew again. But, still... had he gotten in trouble for it before? Well.. that one time, but he pretty much had the administration in his wallet now. Well.. his father's wallet; whatever it took to keep Micah out of the family estate and away from the tabloids, you understand.

His shoes scuffed lightly against the cement, but he didn't seem to mind. It was a casual walk; one most guys held anyway. His white hood was pulled up over his head--as usual--and held a blue square-ish logo across his chest. Dark tight jeans clad his legs, completing his normal attire. Well, normal aside from the blue streaks in his bangs. The streaks were normal, yes, just the color was new. And lookie there. They matched his hoodie. Awesome coordination? I believe so.

He blinked his black-lined eyes--done such just to achieve that emo look that so many girls swooned for. He thought he'd heard someone on the swings, you see. Not normal usually, but he reveled in the chance to happily scare yet another girl. Yes, thoughts of girls yet again. There was no swaying the poor boy; believe me; Glitch had tried.

He snuck behind Vianka, peering out from the bushes behind the swingset as he watched her silently for a bit. "Rather late out, isn't it?" he asked softly as he neared her back, giving her a gentle push to show he wasn't going to shoot her head off or anything. Yes.. that would be awkward.. >_>

'Late out, isn't it??' CHCK-BAAAAAAM!
Okay.. done with the possible--but not using--senarios xP

Vianka still had the earphones in her ears and hadn't heard him. She was too busy listening to music. But she did feel the hands on her back and nearly jumped off. She slowed the swing and pushed her feet on the ground. She stumbeled out the swing nearly falling off the floor. If anyone had been watching they would think she was drunk. She yanked the earphones from her ears and turned off her mp2 player. Then looked at the guy. She brought her hand to her chest willing it to stop pounding so hard. She looked at him like he was nuts. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"she asked breathing hard.

"No need to get fired up, love," Micah chuckled, leaning against an end-pole of the swingset. "Not like I hadn't said anything," he shrugged calmly, obviously not affected by her outburst. "Isn't my fault you decided to listen to other things." It was rather amusing to him, really. He loved sneaking up on girls. Especially ones like Vianka who proved a challenge to hit on.

"Micah Lands, incase you haven't heard of me," he introduced himself, grinning as if scaring her was nothing really. He figured she'd most likely get over it some way or another. A hand reached into his hoodie pocket--no not to pull out a gun, I've said I'm not shooting anyone, gosh--but to pull out his vibrating flip-phone. He gazed at it rather annoyedly, opening it and shutting it again to cut off whichever girl had decided to call him now. He was busy...

Vianka went to the other end-post thing and leaned against it. She let herself slide down it. She plopped on the gound and then looked at Micah. She looked him up and down. She was thinking tying too remeber if anyone had mentioned him or anything. She shook her head. "Micah, huh? No never heard of you,"she said leaning against the pole and closed her eyes. She opened her eyes peeking at him. "Vianka Renolds,"she said then closed her eyes again.

Micah smirked at her response, setting the phone back into his pocket again. "All the better for me then, I suppose," he replied, the fact that he was teasing apparent in his dark eyes. Either way, really, it didn't matter if she'd heard of him or not. It was just the same, really, he figured.

"A pleasure, Miss Vianka," he nodded slightly, pushing himself up and off the pole that held his weight. He slowly neared her, his head tilted to the side curiously at her closed eyes. "I won't bite," he responded. And truthfully, he wouldn't... well... not yet atleast.. but that's getting a little ahead of himself, honestly.

She still had her eyes closed. "Why is that?"she asked. She crossed and uncrossed her legs. It was a habit she had. She brought up her knees to her chest. Then buried her toes in the sand.

She opened her eyes and then looked him over. "I guess I could say the same,"she said a smile tugging her mouth upwards. She then realized something. When had he gotten closer? She mentally scolded herself for not paying attention.

Micah shrugged, chuckling mysteriously. "No reason," he responded vaguely, letting her dream up whatever reason she preferred. A good bit of them may be acurate, actually. Speaking of which.. him and Stephen had better get back to their old ways before the cap-wearing adrenaline junkie imploded from lack of thievery.

He smiled softly and took a seat beside her, looking out to the rapidly darkening sky. "What are you doing out so late, anyway?" he asked, the slight smirk returning to his face. "You're bound to miss curfew."

Vianka rolled her eyes. "Curfew?"she smiled, "You don't look like one who would care." She didn't care much either. Her roomate would be fast asleep and she could sneak in eaisly. She looked up at the quickly darkening sky. "Nothing much. Just walking around. Thinking."

"I didn't say I cared, love," Micah grinned rebeliously. "I was just concerned if you did or not," he nodded agreeingly. "Your roommate's not the one to look out for.." He paused in the statement that would help her get by without getting caught by someone of mild importance. "You're new here, aren't you?" he asked, looking over to her with that smirk that was ohso common to his face.

"Curfew? No not really. I mean whats the worst they can do." Vianka continued to stare at the sky. She blinked. Then looked at Micah. "What gave me away?"she asked, smiling.

"Well, if you weren't new here, you would have heard about me; and me you," he grinned, stating one reason. "That and you wouldn't be worrying if whether your roommate knew that you were up past curfew or not." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, moving his face closer, though facing the campus again. He pointed out a spot just under a lamp post, where a darkened figure could be seen crouched on the parkbench.

"That's the librarian; she sits there reading each night, so stay clear of that area," he stated with expertise. He pointed out toward the gymnasium next. "And one of the coaches is always over there working out or something near the door, so don't expect to get in for a late-night swim.." He paused to turn to look at her, making sure she was following. After all, if she was going to be a rebel, it would be best not to be caught.

Vianka nodded. She looked to where he was pointing. This would her help her out alot. Especially whenever she couldn't sleep and wanted to go for a walk. Or just wanted to sneak out. "Why exactly would i have heard about?"she asked raising her eyebrows. He obviously had some reputation here. But the only person she'd met so far was Rainey. And Rainey mostly talked about her play. About how she needed help, Vianka was doing costumes, and that it was a western. She could only take so much talk about a play. Sure she didn't mind but still. She didn't mind gossip everyonce in a while. I mean everyone loves gossip everyonce in a while, right?

"I'm not exactly the best person to ask," Micah smirked, knowing full-well that he would probably tone himself down a bit. "Better to ask some of your classmates.." He groaned softly as his phone vibrated once more, pulling it out and handing the vibrating flip phone out to Vianka. "Or better yet, ask her," he smirked softly, not even bothering to check the caller ID. He knew who it was, anyway. The girl would say everything that was 'oh so wonderful' about Micah. Hm.. he never should have given her his number in the first place..

Vianka looked down at the phone. She debated whether to take it or not. But curiosity got the best of her. Curiosity did kill the cat. Or however the saying went. She took the phone from him. "Hello?"she said uncertainly. She wasn't sure what to expect. But she knew this would be interesting.

Micah sighed happily as she took the phone, laying back onto his elbows to listen to the conversation. Yeah, he could hear the girl on the other line, he commonly had to hold the phone a foot or two from his face to keep his ears from ringing after conversations.

He nearly couldn't contain his amusement as he heard the girl at the other end of the phone state something about being happy to finally get ahold of him before realizing that Vianka wasn't Micah. That was interesting. "Who're you?" she asked huffily through the phone, further amusing Micah.

Vianka rolled her eyes. She had put the phone a few inches from her ear. People with high voices gave her headaches. She rolled her eyes again. The girl talked a lot . She licked her lips before answering. The girl had finally realize that she wasn't Micah. "Vianka,"she said into the phone. She ran her fingers through her hair, waiting to see what would happen next.

"Vianka!?!" the girl practically screeched. It was bad enough that some girl was answering her obession's phone, but now it was someone that she didn't even know! Yeah, sure, she knew that she wasn't dating Micah, or anything quite close to it actually. But still, she had hopes.. and dreams.. and they could still be crushed.. still..

"What are you doing on Micah's phone!?!?! Where are you two!?!?" she began calling upsettedly into the phone, almost sending Micah into histerics. You'd think she would've given up the last two times he'd done this.

But.. nonetheless... "EH-MA-GAWD!! IS HE HURT?!?!?!" And thus, Micah couldn't resist letting out somewhat of a chuckle, despite his attempts to silence himself. That line was new.

Vianka eyes widened. She was beginning to think this girl was nuts. She looked at Micah for help. But saw he was trying hard to stifle his laughter. She shoved him, playfully. She wasn't sure what to say to this girl. She wasn't normally put into situations like this. She took a deep breath, and decided to dosomething..wild?..crazy?...impulsive? Whatever. It didn't really matter. She just wanted to get the girl to shut up. And to get rid of her. She didn't know how Micah would react to what she was about to say. But it could count as revenge. Vianka took another deep breath. She cleared her throat. "Like who is this?"she said mocking the girl's voice and adding a bimbolikeness to it. She twirled her hair around her finger, widened her eyes, and said each word like it to her forever to think of what to say. She could seriosly pass a prep. Sometimes it scared her. It even scared her friends. But when your bored, and you have nothing better to do but act like retards from your school sometimes it pays off. "Why are you calling my boyfriend's phone?" The lie came out easy. She put a hand over her mouth to stop the giggles. Her stomach started to hurt from holding in the laughter. She couldn't wait to hear the girls reaction. She'd probably totally freak. Like explode and start yelling at Vianka. But it'd be so worth it, and she could always
1.hang up or
2. give the phone to Micah.
He could stammer and sputter trying to get his story straight.

closed.