"Not very much longer." Charles over his shoulder.

Atticus sighed and let his hair slip through his fingers. "Not much farther..." Heck, if the school was so goddamn close, couldn't they have just ran there? Having the occupation of a journalist, Atticus had absolutely no problems with any of that at all.

Charles was sad.

Atticus came to a halt. "So eh, we're here now..." again, the journalist was silent. He was a man of few words with a small vocabulary.

"Yeah..." He sighed and proceeded up the steps.

Atticus followed Charles up the weathered marbe steps. "Mmmm, and so how do your periods go?"

"I only have three classes today, Atticus."

Atticus flipped back his hair like a over-dignified girl.

"Three classes? That's it? How boring." He sighed. Oh well. More fun next time probably. Looking to his left, he wondered to himself, what are the chances of me hiding behind that small bush in front of the window and not getting caught?

Charles could see the gleam in his eye. "Don't you dare." He barked, "No one- I mean absolutely no one can see you. It's important that I act my best today."

um...

"Of course." Charles muttered and pulled some stray hairs out of his face, "Just behave, will you?"

(( Time skip to tonight? ))

(( Time skip o-kai~ ))

Atticus giggled like a drugged schoolgirl. "Did you see the look on your professor's face?" he broke out into fits of laughter all over again."When I...hahadsahdas...broke into the window..." he couldn't contain himself any further, and spilled out a stream of strangled vowel-syllable-giggles.

(( okay, atticus is DEFINITELY gay. ))

"Yes, yes- how lovely." He quickly ushered Atticus up the porch and into the house, "Now, where were we in the lavatory?" Charles grinned. It was going to be a great night.