I'm Watching You

[Willow Leighton]

Crossing her arms over her chest, Willow stood firmly planted against the ground with her eyebrows narrowed, "Why?" she asked dully, "I didn't do anything wrong," she pointed out, "If we get caught, you're the only one who will get in trouble. That is, if I tell them what I found you doing in there of course." Willow turned to look at the door once more. No, she wasn't really planning on telling the teachers what she had seen, but she didn't see a point in her following this moron around either.

The fact that she was still hanging around him was rather surprising actually. Normally, Willow would have left a long time ago. She wasn't one for conversing and making friends, and she surely didn't become friends with people like this. So, the question remained; Why hadn't she? She wasn't curious, and she didn't particularly like this guy. Heck, she probably wouldn't have cared had she never met him again after this.

Shaking her head, the brunette sidestepped until she reached a window and looked outside. "I won't tell," she said dryly, as if that really mattered. Who would believe her anyways?

"What happens if we get caught outside our dorms now?" she asked curiously. It couldn't be that late, could it? And hanging outside the staff lounge could hardly be a crime.

[Tim Tawfeek]

"Well, you did technically help me, which some people who aren't me would argue is wrong," offered Tim, along with a semi-awkward, semi-apologetic smile. That one pretty well was entirely his fault, and he knew it. He was tempted to try another apology, but he was pretty sure that the girl wouldn't care one way or another what he said or did. Again, he wasn't entirely sure why they were still "hanging out" besides this feeling like he should be doing or saying something to her.

Wouldn't tell, she said, though somehow, Tim wasn't entirely convinced of that. The followup question at least made more sense, though Tim could only really shrug. "I dunno, honestly. I don't think they're all that strict about enforcing some sort of curfew or anything. It's more 'don't do anything stupid,' look," he barely paused, turning back, "I'm not, like... look, thanks for helping me, and I kinda feel like I owe you one? Or something?"

How exactly did you pay someone back for getting you out of a fix like this? Except, well, the obvious, which was get them out of a fix they were in. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be any troubles about that Tim could wave a magic wand over and fix everything.

[Willow Leighton]

"Fair enough," she said, nodding her head. He did have a point there though. Even Willow had to admit that much. "Then again, it's not like you can prove it. Unless you had a video camera in there that happened to be on at the time to film the entire thing." Not that she really thought he'd use it even if he did, because that would get him stuck in the mud even deeper, so there was always that.

However, his next line of words had Willow snorting. Well, sort of, maybe. It was more of a mix of sounds and an awkwardly placed smile which felt extremely odd to her, so it quickly faded again. "Owe me one? No," she shook her head. That would require her having to meet him again and converse with him again and that didn't sound very... Just no. "I barely helped," she said, shrugging. It was true though; Something as small as moving a bookshelf was hardly enough for him to owe her anything at all. "You can save yourself the trouble."

Ha, ironic.

"Really though," she began, drawing her breath a little, "I didn't really do it out of good will, but that doesn't mean I want something in return. I guess you could say I was bored and didn't really care about you - or your troubles, but that doesn't mean I want anything from you. I'm not a horrible person after all." That too, felt odd to say. She wasn't entirely sure why she was trying to justify herself (or not at all), but it felt right in the moment and it was surely better than her telling him he was a moron and that she didn't want to see his face again.

Look, she was getting better at this already.

[Tim Tawfeek]

Tim rolled his eyes. "I'm not talking about giving you my kidney or something. I mean, yeah, sure, you just, like, nudged something for me. But I was totally stuck in there, and if you hadn't come around who knows," Tim shrugged, "I could still be stuck there. Dying or something."

Tim paused for a moment. Why did she seem so invested in not getting something from him? She claimed she'd just helped because she was bored which, well, Tim could actually buy that part. She didn't exactly strike him as being the humanitarian type. Nothing about her really screamed "I help poor stuck boys out of the sweet, sweet goodness of my heart" after all. Though ending with "I'm not a horrible person after all" did make Tim look a little startled.

"Uh, I wasn't, like, saying you were or anything. I was just--" he paused, licking his lip for a moment. "I just, like, want to pay you back or something. Like I said, nothing big or nothing. Just, something. If, like, we run into each other again. Or something. Not that we will. I'm not going to, like, stalk you, or anything," he laughed nervously, "I don't do that," he looked serious for a moment, "like really, I don't. I so draw the line at stalking girls. Honest. That's the line. Right there," oh God, why didn't he ever just shut up? His life would be so much easier.