Against All Odds (Everett)

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

(OOC: Thread set prior to THIS RIGHT HERE)

Sitting on her desk with her phone on the table in front of her, Erika kept her eyes on the sheets of paper lying on the wooden surface. Her face was burning hot, and with her guess, it was probably flushed in all shades of red too. She had just hanged up the phone with Everett and something she hadn't quite expected to pop out quite like that, had, and now he was on his way.

Nervously running her fingers through her hair, she tossed it over her shoulders and pulled her foot up against her, resting her chin against her knee, before finally taking a deep breath.

Lord, why was she feeling so nervous? It wasn't like it was a surprise or anything. She already knew she felt that way. Maybe it had been easier to say it face to face.

Turning her face in the direction of the door as it opened, Erika propped herself up and let her foot fall back to the floor, leaning her arm over the back of the chair before pushing it away from the desk.

''That was quick,'' she said with a nervous laughter and grinned. Well, attempted to anyways.

[Everett King]

Everett practically toppled through the door in his haste to reach Erika, doubled over and panting by the time he actually came to a stop. He'd at least remembered to pull on a pair of old tracksuit pants, though the phone conversation had seemed more important than an actual shirt. As it was perhaps he should be concerned that he might have been spotted sprinting half naked through the school.

"Well what did you expect," he panted, straightening as he walked towards her. Looping his arms around her neck, Everett stooped. "Will you say it again?" he pleaded quietly, not even having enough reservation to feel embarrassed, or consider than she might be as well.

As he cocked a hip habitually Everett winced slightly and laughed. "Oh, and that leaf crap you were talking about. Still got that around?"

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Grinning sheepishly, she watched her half naked man stumble through the door like the idiot he was. Well, at least he bothered to come, even if it meant coming like that. Then again, it wasn't like she minded or anything.

Moving her hands to his shoulders, Erika bit her lower lip and pressed her forehead against his, looking into his eyes before taking a deep breath, ''I love you.'', she said, her voice shaking a little. Though, she was proud she had managed to say it at all, considering how nervous she was.

Watching him wince with a sigh, Erika reached for her bag, pulling it up to the desk before emptying it and all it contained over the desk. For once in her life, the mess didn't bother her. She fished up the green and white bottle before handing it over, ''Here you go,'' she said with a smirk. She then started to put the other stuff back into her bag.

Make up, hairpins, wallet, pens, perfume, journal... Yep, that was totally getting stacked away.

[Everett King]

His heart literally stuttered when she uttered those words again, proving that he definitely hadn't been hearing things. It was more of a relief than he realized, and Ever relesaed a shuddering breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "I love you too," he promised, placing a chaste kiss on her lips before retreating. 

He took the bottle gingerly, as if half expecting it to bite. Stepping backwards, Everett fell back onto her bed, sitting down. "Are you sure that hand-bag doesn't belong to Houdini? How do you fit all that in there?" Everett asked in confusion, eyeing the bag in half wonder and half fear.


He flipped the container over, reading the tiny print. "I uh...." he began, then cleared his throat. In utmost embarrassment he held it back out to Erika. "Can you....?"

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Smiling, Erika closed her eyes as his lips met hers, chuckling awkwardly before flicking his nose. ''Good,'' she said with a smirk and ruffled his hair. Maybe it had been unfair of her to keep it in like she had. Especially since she had been certain she already did. She could hardly imagine how it must have felt for him to say it without getting anything in return.

''That's our secret,'' she said with a wink before sticking the journal into the bag, away from everyone's eyes. Looking up again, Erika cocked her head to the side before sticking her tongue out, ''If men weren't so damn proud, you'd be able to experience the magics of having a handbag that leads to Narnia,'' she said with a grin and pressed herself up from the chair, running her hands through her hair.

Turning towards him, Erika nodded as she walked over and sat down next to him. Grabbing the bottle, she loosened the cap and let some of the liquid fall into the palm of her hand, ''This might sting a little,'' she warned as she dipped her finger into the cool jello. She leaned over, pulling the hem of his pants down a little and started applying the Aloe Vera, her face dead serious as she focused on the task at hand.

Once done, she sat back up and rubbed her now sticky hands together with a huff, ''There. That wasn't so bad, now was it?''

[Everett King]

He hadn't minded waiting. It made the moment more special, and it had been why he'd come running in the first place. The where and when didn't seem important. To receive so much was more than he had ever hoped for.

Everett eyed the handbag almost fearfully as Erika tucked some form of book into it. Though his eyes lightened with curiosity, he remained silent. If Erika hadn't shared he wasn't supposed to know. "I though Narnia was the wardrobe?" he muttered, shaking his head in confusion. "Besides, there are certain things that men just don't do. Manbags is one of them."

He almost scoffed at her warning but stopped, his breath caught in his throat instead. Ok so she had been right. "No problem," he assured her instead, rather tightly. It was cold too and Everett grunted slightly in discomfort, scowling when Erika was finished. He couldn't lie; he enjoyed it when she touched him.

"Not bad at all."

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

''It is a wardrobe.'' she said, ''But they work the same way,'' Well, not really. But the amount of space a handbag could have never seized to surprise her. Like seriously, the things she could fit into that tiny little thing. It was clearly magical. Scoffing, Erika cocked her eyebrow at him, ''Don't be such a guy,'' she teased with a faint chuckle, brushing her hair away from her face with a idle movement, ''Oh right, you guys just want us to carry everything. My bad, forgot that part,'' she grinned.

With a smirk, Erika scooted herself up and leaned her back against the wall. She crossed her feet over one another and rested her hands in her lap, ''Who sets themselves on fire?'' she laughed and leaned her head back against the window sill, cocking her head somewhat to the side before tapping her finger absentmindedly against her knee.

Well, even in his foolishness and stupidity, he was still perfect. He both made her smile and annoyed her all at once, it truly was a weird for of addiction. Then again, the same foolishness and stupidity was the same thing that made her laugh. And annoyed. It was all very confusing, and sort of cute.

''Hopefully your ego didn't get too big of a bruise.'' she said with a mischievous grin.

[Everett King]

"They're both freaky, thanks." he muttered, eyeing the handbag nervously. It was actually unnerving how much crap women could fit in there. And why did they even need all of it for!? Erika looked just as beautiful without makeup as she did with, he didn't understand why she even owned it. "I need a wallet and my keys. That's literally it, and both fit in my pocket." Ever informed her, quite proudly.

Flipping onto his stomach Ever slid towards her and flopped down with his head on her thighs with a sigh. "It was an accident. It could happen to anyone," he waved her off with a smile, unwilling to linger on the topic. There were more important things. 

"Sooo......You love me huh?" he asked with a crooked grin, looking up at Erika. He didn't even have to bother replying to her sarcasm. His ego? Pssh, she wished.

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

''Yes, and you never come prepared. We do. You'll thank me for this magical handbag one day, just wait.'' she said with a grin and placed the handbag back on the floor and kicked it under her desk. Out of sight, out of mind.

When he placed his head in her lap, Erika started playing with his hair, gently tugging at it as she rolled her eyes. ''Uh huh,'' she said, clearly not believing him. But really, he was too hot-headed that there really wasn't much point in even trying to make him think otherwise. He was so damn stubborn.

Glaring, Erika could feel the flush return as she reached for her pillow. Pulling it over his face, she poked her finger against his ribs, ''Jerk,'' she muttered. If he kept dragging the topic up, she was going to end up dying from too much blood going to her head. Maybe that was his evil, little masterplan. Pulling the pillow away again, she leaned down and brushed her lips over his, ''If you keep being a butt, I won't say it again,'' she whispered.

[Everett King]

"Prepared? What on earth do I need to be prepared for?" he asked, incredulous. It seemed to him that girls were much too prepared for everything, and Everett was the type to just let life work as it wished. Arguably this wasn't entirely wise, but he was still alive so it couldn't be that bad.

Everett literally began purring under Erika's attention, slipping his eyes shut cheerfully. He was somewhat similar to a dog in that respect, he could thrive off even the smallest amount of attention from those he loved. When she tried to murder him via pillow however he let out a muffled shriek and began laughing as he felt something poke his ribs. He didn't share the information, but he was extremely ticklish on both his stomach and feet. This was completely confidential.

When Erika leaned down to kiss him Everett chuckled and rolled over, looping his arms around her neck to hold her down. "Alright, I'm sorry," he apologized, reaching up to kiss her again.

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

''I don't know? Anything? Be prepared to burn your own clothes off?'' she laughed. Well, if anything, at least one of them were. But that was just another one of her OCD's, always having the need to have everything ready and set. She could be a true nightmare with things like that. And packing. Dear god, whenever she had to pack for trips, things such as lists weren't uncommon. And she'd preferably start on the list weeks ahead too.

Resting her hand against his cheek as he held her down, Erika rolled her eyes and smiled, ''Good boy,'' she whispered and returned the kiss, propping her upper body up on her elbow. She ran her hand through his hair again, pushing it back before continuing to playfully tug at it, ''You're too damn cute for my own good. Seriously, you will be the death of me one day. Just watch.'' And then she'd have to haunt him for the rest of his life and make his life miserable. Okay, maybe not, but still. That could have been fun.

Letting her body drop down against his, Erika moved to rest her head on his chest, running her fingertips over the skin of his lower arm, ''How's the burn? Does it still sting?''

[Everett King]

"Well now if I prepare for things like that, chances are I'll prevent them. Where's the fun in that?" he joked, winking up at Erika with a laugh. Forethought was entirely pointless in Everett's mind. He was the complete opposite to Erika on so many things, this as one of them. It was nice though.

Good boy. Like a dog.
Eh, he could live with it.
"I'm not cute, I'm sexy." He argued with a point, tracing his fingers up and down her neck teasingly. "Besides," he interjected, tilting his head back to stare at her seriously. "If you die, I won't be around long to watch much of anything." he informed her quietly.

Shifting his hips experimentally, he smirked. "I'm fine, doesn't hurt a bit."

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

''Well, then I just have to prepare even harder,'' she said with a scoff. She was fairly certain she could be prepared enough for about... Okay. Maybe not. But she could try to be prepared for about anything. It wasn't like her compulsive obsession would be that easily beaten anyways. Maybe annoyed, but definitely not beaten.

''Oh right, sexy. Okay,'' she chuckled, cocking her eyebrow at his next statement, furrowing her brows, ''Don't say that,'' she said with a sigh and looked away. That was just too saddening for her to even imagine. ''That would ruin the fun of haunting you.'' she attempted to lighten the mood, smiling somewhat, still frowning.

''Good,'' She was glad he wasn't too stubborn and had actually let her help him with the burn. At least she didn't have to feel completely helpless and unable to help him. It was nice.

[Everett King]

Everett sighed, "There's no point me even trying. I mean, all the shit that happens to me is so random, it's impossible to prepare for. Seriously what kind of idiot sets himself on fire?" he demanded in annoyed exasperation, a furrow appearing on his brow as he frowned.

He'd upset her, and cursed himself for it. Tracing her cheek, he smiled gently. "Sorry dove." Of course his apology didn't change the fact of the matter, he didn't even know why she had seemed even slightly surprised.

Holding up his arm he showed off the burn scar wrapping from his wrist to his elbow. "See, now I'll have a matching pair. Apparently scars are really hot these days," he informed her sagely with a nod.

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Pointing at him and smirking, Erika tilted her head to the side, ''That idiot,'' she said with a chuckle. Really, she wanted to ask him the same question. Who set themselves on fire? Well, at least he was okay, and really, that was the only thing that mattered, but she was still tempted to be his 24/7 babysitter, ''You need constant watch, don't you?'' she teased.

''It's okay,'' she muttered silently. Well, it wasn't, but there was no reason for her to worry about it. But she was bent on not dying, at least she could give him that much credit. Nope, now she had to become a scientist and come up with some immortality spell, or some shit.

Letting her eyes run over the scar, she reached up to run her fingertip over it, sighing, ''You say that until you get yourself killed,'' she pointed out, her worried expression returning, ''You're cruel.''