Mason was still floating around, whistling to himself. He dove and looped around the room.
Alice sighed, and slipped in a disk, she grinned and sat down on the coach, She looked up at the boy in wonder, she wished she could float around like that. Alice patted the seat next to her, and waited for Casper to start.
Mason floated just above the couch and laughed at the opening title. "Seems fitting I guess."
Alice laughed softly, running her hands through her pink hair. "I thought so." She smiled, and looked up at him.
((So now what dear Alice?))
(not sure... :/)
Mason grinned over at her for a moment and watched the movie.
((So should we skip ahead, so their romance can bloom....or what?))
(yeah, a skip sounds good. two weeks later?)
Alice slammed her car door, rage filled her.
Who do they think they are? They don't know me.
Alice slung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the front door. Fumbling with the keys she unlocked the door, taking a deep breath before opening the door, at least she could hangout with Mason.
Mason frowned and popped his head hrough the floor. "What happened this time Al?" He floated up and crossed his legs in the air.
"People are just stupid." She grumbled, tossing her bag to the bottom of the stairs.
Alice grinned softly, taking a deep breath. "How was your day?" She asked
Mason sighed. "Boring as always. You?"
"Eh." She scuffed, running her hands through her hair. She stuck her hand in her jacket before going to the kitchen, She opened the fridge, nothing. She sighed, "it help if I knew how to cook." She sighed, sitting on the counter, "Mason, what school did you go to?'" She asked, tapping the back of her heels on the cupboard.
Mason smiled. "Yours, well the one you're going to now. " He sighed. "I actually kind of miss it."
"Why?!" Alice asked, surprised. She looked at him blankly, "What were you, the football captian or something?" She laughed softly.
Mason scoffed. "Oh heck no. I'm by no means athletic..."
Alice grinned, crossing her ankles, she place her hands on either side of her hips. "Who was Mason Snow then?" She asked, arching a brow, she leaned her head back so she could look at him.
With his pitch black hair, and snow white skin, and his alluring blue eyes. Alice's heart pounded, and a blush arous on her cheek. She quickly looked down, biting her lip.
Mason sighed. "a boring little artist with no athletic ability, that's who."
"Why would you miss it then?" Alice mumbled softly, her head still down. She closed her eyes tightly.
Sometimes she wished she were d.ead.
Mason smiled a little. "Cause at least I had something to do."
"Can't you touch things now? " She asked curiously, looking up, the blush still on her cheeks.