Wake Up Call

[Elizabeth Edison]

Backdated to a couple of weeks before the kidnapping

Elizabeth was awake way before the sun was up and two things were on her mind. Okay well, three if she was being honest. But the last one was perpetually on her mind anyway so she won't count him. But what had gotten her awake at this hour was something that could most definitely be tiring as all hell.

Taking a quick cold shower to jolt herself awake, Elizabeth ran out of her dorm to get to the third thing she had in her mind.

She almost forgot that the dorms had been switched up so for a moment, she looked around to try and remember his new dorm. And when she found it, she didn't even bother knocking as she barged into the room and jumped on Beau's bed.

"Beau! Beau wake up, dude!" She hissed.

Tagging: Beau LaRoux

[Beau LaRoux]

If the sun wasn't up, then people shouldn't be up. This was something that the LaRouxs had practiced for generations, and something that Beau had grown up knowing. Though, to be fair, he did get up early from time to time, especially if he had to get to a far off place for a gig. That didn't happen all that often though, what with, well, most gigs being at night and such. Still, he wasn't ready for a wakeup call, even though he did vaguely recall making some kind of arrangement with Liz.

But yeah, he definitely shot awake the moment she hit his bed though, springing up. "Wha--the--Liz? What the hell?" he managed. He was suddenly incredibly glad that he slept in halfway decent clothing, since the last thing he needed was Liz to see him in something less than, well, decent. he blinked, staring at her.

"Aw, man, I'm not havin' that dream again, am I?" he asked, turning to look, already rubbing at his face. "What time is it anyway?" he squinted, trying to look around for a clock or something. He knew he had one somewhere around here. He didn't usually need it, since he'd long sense managed to regulate when he slept and woke and all.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Even without the lights on, hearing Beau's voice already effected her in a way only he could. She shook her head and reached behind her to switch on the lights when she was sure he was awake.

When she heard the word 'again' in his sentence, she couldn't help but tease him about it. "Wait, again? Beau, you're not dreaming of me often are you?" She raised her eyebrow at him before realising she was straddling him.

She quickly got off him and went to his table, leaning back against it and looking at him, all adorable as he rubbed at his face. Wow, she needed to get a grip on herself.

"Quarter past four." She grinned widely. "We're going cycle-hiking so get your cute butt out of bed and get ready."

[Beau LaRoux]

Again? Beau waved a hand, mumbling something incoherent about "nightmares" and "not thinking straight." He rubbed at his face, even slapping it a few times. By the time his vision finally cleared, it looked like Liz stood near a table. Huh. Beau could've sworn that she'd been straddling him in his bed or something. Must be those dram things. He blinked and peered into the near-dark at her, wondering what the heck she had planned.

Quarter past four, also known as the time most people their age saw from the other way. Beau sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Cycle-hikin'?" he repeated, arching his brows as he looked up at Liz. "Are you makin' stuff up? I know it's early, but I'm pretty sure there are rules against makin' words up an' tormentin' your best friend in the wee hours of the mornin'," Beau sighed, but moved to toss his bed covers aside. He slept in a t-shirt and boxers, and it wasn't like this was the first time Liz had seen him in that.

Beau tossed his legs over the side of the bed, yawning. He might've been a morning person once upon a time, but that had long since been worked out of him, mostly thanks to the whole night gigging. He was just thankful he'd hit the hay relatively early last night. "An' why does cycle-hikin', still not thinkin' that's a darn word,' why does it require us gettin' up at ongodly hours of the mornin'?" he looked over at her, blinking still, seriously wondering what could possibly be a good answer here.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Elizabeth gave a warm affectionate smile at Beau's attempt at hiding his sleep-induced babble. For a quick second, she just revelled in the fact that he had said one possibly non-consequential word.

"Pshaw Beauregarde. Come on! Where's your sense of adventure? Of camaraderie! I can't believe you're grumbling about spending time with me," she folded her arms in front of her chest and pouted slightly.

A smile etched across her lips at Beau's question and she shrugged lightly. "You'll just have to get up and see." She flounced over to his door and exited the room.

"I'll make sammiches while you wake yourself up." She called out, busying herself in the kitchen.

[Beau LaRoux]

Adventure? Camaraderie? Had Liz swallowed some kinda adventure novel from the nineteenth century or something? The last had Beau looking up at Liz, an incredulous expression on his face. Since he doubted she could actually see him all that well, as he could only sort of see her, he added a few words: "You know it ain't the who, it's the when I'm arguing 'bout. Ain't right, gettin' up before the sun."

But he was up now, on his feet and everything. Get up and see. Yeah, that sounded like a plan. Beau yawned, moving around the dark room, relying on his memory to guide him. Wasn't like he hadn't had more or less the same layout since he'd been shipped here all those years ago. True, he'd shuffled places with the whole dorm shifting thing, but he'd just decorated it to perfectly match where he'd been. Habit and all. Habit guided him through the room to digging out clothing, figuring on a pair of workout pants and a workout shirt; wasn't like he had cycling shorts tucked away.

"Sammiches?" he repeated, his brow crinkling. "I ain't got the stuff to make those!" he called, twisting to look in the direction she'd went. "You didn't smuggle in sandwich stuff, did ya?" Because he believed that was possible. he walked to the entrance between his room and the common area, where there was, admittedly, a tiny kitchenette. He blinked into the light, trying to find Liz and this so called sandwich stuff.

[Elizabeth Edison]

"Why does the when matter when you got to have all of this the whole day?" She gestured to herself and chuckled at how ridiculous she sounded.

Beau's question about the sandwich ingredients was probably legit since she used to do it in his old dorm. And it is legit now since she had brought with her some stuff she had bought last night to store in Beau's dorm fridge.

"Nope." She hummed happily, smearing some mayo on the bread before slapping a slice of cheese on. She looked up just as Beau came in, smiling widely. "Are you ready?"

[Beau LaRoux]

True, Beau wouldn't exactly call a day spent with Liz a wasted day, though he would've liked that day to be a little... less. He brushed aside those thoughts though, mostly since he wanted to focus on the whole sandwich thing. He watched as Liz seemingly produced matter out of no where, sandwich matter, but matter nonetheless. Beau just sort of stared, still wondering if he wasn't wrapped in a dream. He couldn't recall having any dreams wherein Liz made him sandwiches, and, to be wholly honest, she probably wouldn't be dressed quite like that if this was one of Beau's dreams.

Her questioning him drew Beau out of his thoughts, which was probably a good thing considering where they were going. He jerked his head up to look at her, blinking a few times. "What? Naw, not yet, gimme a bit," he said, shaking his head. he turned, closing the door. He'd already had the clothes out, and he assumed he should go and shower or something, except that if they were gonna be biking, he wasn't sure there was a lot of point. he opted to head into the bathroom to at least scrub up and  get ready. Lots of prep and all.

It would certainly take him a little while to get cleaned up, woke up, and dressed. Beau tried to move quickly, but he was definitely still fighting off the early morning drowse. Thankfully, he had done this before: gigging and hunting and all. Didn't make him move that much quicker, but at least he was waking up quicker than ye average eighteen year old probably would've.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Rolling her eyes with affection at how out of it Beau seemed, Elizabeth made the final touches of her sandwich and bagged it.

She rooted around her bag to grab two of the many energy bottles she had brought so when Beau came out of the bathroom, he could get a little bit of pep in his step.

Elizabeth chuckled to herself when she realised this was probably the most insane idea she's had for their outing. But she really couldn't help herself. The thought of seeing a sunrise with her best friend was too hard to miss. Especially when she had previously found the most wicked spot to do just that.

Once she was done with the sandwich, she cleaned up and proceeded to sit on the countertop, awaiting Beau's appearance once more. She swung her legs as she hummed a familiar tune as she slipped into a daydream.

[Beau LaRoux]

The zombie routine worked, more or less. Beau got freshened up enough to be presentable, then shimmied into a t-shirt and workout pants, readying everything. He gave himself one last pat down, nodded at the mirror, and then headed back into the dorm room commons. He barely got a few feet in before he realized something, then turned around. Liz would likely hear the sound of Beau rummaging around before he came out holding a pair of water bottles linked together through loops on their plastic lids.

"Almost forgot 'bout this,' he said, holding them up and heading over. "I'm guessin' that you got the sammichs already? Can't help but feel I should make some kinda joke 'bout you doin' that," he said, while readying the bottles. He paused then, tapping the lid of one, realizing something. "You said cyclin', right? I'm only askin' on account of the fact that I don't actually own a cycle, least not 'round here."

Beau looked over at Liz then, raising his brows, obviously wondering what she had in mind, because he certainly thought she'd thought that part through.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Seeing him re-emerge from his room with the bottles, Elizabeth threw an energy drink bottle in his direction and rolled her eyes at his comment.

"Don't be a dick about it. I like making sammiches. Don't make me regret making 'em for ya. My sammiches are epic." She stuck her tongue out and jumped off the counter, saddling herself up with her bag and got ready to leave.

Turning to face him with an incredulous look on her face, she smacked her forehead and shook her head. "Damn it. I knew I forgot something." She teased before snorting and pulling Beau with her. "Buddy, never underestimate a woman with a plan at four in the morning." She grinned and brought them out of the dorm.

"Has anyone told you how adorable you look zombified?"

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau shrugged off Liz's comments regarding his "being a dick," not least of all because she happened to be quite right: her sammiches did border on epic. "You'll make some lucky man happy some day," he replied instead, arching his brows. He'd soon meet a tongue with a tongue, then moved to gather the last few things, hooking water bottles and grabbing a smallish pack; he didn't want Liz to end up carrying everything.

The smack and look had Beau looking at Liz again (hardly a bad thing) while she teased. Soon he found himself pulled along (again, not exactly abnormal or what he'd consider bad by any stretch) as she continued. Beau found himself again nodding, knowing full well that underestimating Liz at any time was generally a bad idea, and when she had a plan, even worse, let alone a plan at four in the morning. Soon they were out of the dorm and Beau was looking around.

"Yeah, you have, plenty of times,' he said, giving her another smile before heading out, figuring they were heading for at least one of the exits. "So who did you beat up to steal their bikes? I'm not gonna have to wipe some tears off some poor eleven year old kids or somethin', am I?" he raised a brow at that, still willing to tease even as they headed out of the building. Beau doubted it would take them all that long to get outside, and the bikes weren't that far away from that.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Elizabeth looked at Beau when he made his remark before smiling sheepishly to herself. She probably wouldn't call any guy lucky to have her but she liked to believe that some day that guy would be Beau. At least at some capacity.

She shook her head and slapped herself back to reality. They were in high school. What were the chances of Beau actually realising that she was the perfect girl for him? It was highly unlikely that they would even be in contact after high school.

Though the thought terrified her, she knew she had to come to terms with that. Prom would probably be the last time she could 'be with' Beau at any capacity. There was no way anything else would come of it.

Right?

"Shut up." She finally mumbled to his statement, even though the smile stayed on her lips.

She kept quiet even as Beau asked his question. She simply chuckled and shrugged, not revealing anything to the boy. It wasn't anything illegal though. She had just rented the bikes from a local bike shop that rented them out on a daily rate instead of the usual hourly charges.

As they went to the front of the school, Elizabeth made Beau wait for her as she went to the security shed, producing two pretty well managed bicycles equipped with bottle holders and a small light attached to the handle bar. There were also crank gears next to the light.

"Tadaa!" She walked over to him with the bikes in both hands. She handed one off to Beau and got on her own. "Let's go!" She squealed lightly and raced off.

Without wasting much time, she led them both out of the school compound, already having alerted the security guard in advanced of their early escapade. Soon enough, they were close to the bottom of their destination.

It was still really dark out and even with the light from their bicycles, it was hard to make anything out. "Okay, so here's where the hard part starts." She turned to Beau with a huge smile. "Ready?"

[Beau LaRoux]

Shut up. "Well, with retorts like that, you'll be wooin' all the boys," drawled Beau. He chuckled at that, before looking away, trying to pretend like he wasn't thinking of one boy in particular that she could woo. what were the chances of her actually feeling the exact same way he did. Wasn't like they could sit there and plan out their futures or anything. It usually didn't go like that. Everyone knew that. Sure, there were songs about exactly that, but, well... actually... Beau was pretty sure some of those songs, they had to be true, right? Or have some truth in them? Otherwise why would people bother writing them, and who would bother listening?

They made their way to the front of the school, Beau shouldering his pack and keeping quiet. Oh, he had questions, and, well, keeping quiet was always something of a problem for Beau LaRoux. Still, he knew that there were tons of people sleeping right now; he almost still wanted to be one of them. If anyone but Liz had pulled a stunt like this, he probably would be. Liz though, Liz could get Beau to do, well, just about anything.

There was the bikes, and Beau had to let out a little whistle as he saw them, complimenting Liz for pulling it off. he approached his bike and looked it over, testing everything. Mountain bike, and better than most of what he'd worked with in the past. Yeah, he could definitely ride something like this for a while. By the time he'd finally gotten done looking it over, Liz had already taken off. Beau had to throw himself and his gear onto it, hurrying to catch up, pumping furiously until he was more or less side by side with her.

At least he wasn't too out of breath by the time they stopped, which made him feel a little good. Singing left his lungs in good shape, and the football helped with most of the rest. He still looked at Liz when she said the hard part, raising a brow. "Pretty sure the hard part was wakin' up before Mr. Sun," he pointed out again, raising a hand to actually point at said solar entity. He pushed off then, moving forward, figuring that he more or less had an idea of where they were going next.

[Elizabeth Edison]

"You better believe it." Elizabeth retorted before looking away from Beau, trying not to think of one particular boy, who just so happened to be standing right next to her, that she wanted to woo.

As always, she had to get a grip on herself before she wrecked everything about this trip with her asinine crushing on the boy who flirted with anybody in a skirt. Of course, she was one to talk, since she did the exact same thing on a much larger scale. But it didn't change the fact that her affection, and...some other emotion, for Beau surpassed that of other people she put the moves on.

Moves, like she had any.

Having Beau whistle made Elizabeth gave out a big wide smile of pride. She watched as he circled his bike, a little smug that she managed to impress the boy with something this simple.

And when they biked off, she imagined that he was chasing her, instead of the other way around. Boy, was she sad.

Laughing mockingly at Beau's point, she moved up the slopes, changing gears as she moved along. "You made your point. After this, I won't wake you up any more." She turned and stuck her tongue out teasingly. "See how you feel about that."