seeing each other again

who: chance and kaysen
where: graevaret
when: midday
warning: nsfw

Kaysen was sitting on the steps of Graevaret. She had her board with her, though she wasn't on it. It was a step below her, her feet sliding it back and forth, back and forth, listening to the ball bearings sound in the wheels. Her cell was in her hand, and she had a message to Chance typed up. It had been typed up about six million times in the past day or so. She hadn't head from him since she'd texted him about the whole meeting thingy. The message had changed every time she'd typed a new one in, and she just didn't know which one to send. Somehow 'hey, how's it going?' didn't seem right. But neither did anything else. Nothing seemed to quite hit par with her, nothing managed to feel like it was what she should say. How did this stuff work? How was she supposed to do things? All she did know was she felt like whatever she was doing, it was wrong, and anything she was thinking of doing seemed just wrong too. So she was stuck in limbo, not sure what the next move was supposed to be, or who was supposed to make it. She needed a fucking field manual for this shit.

Chance had forced himself outside after he'd woken up, despite the weather. Since it sort of fit his mood, he knew it had to be better than wallowing inside. His cell phone was tucked safely in the back pocket of his jeans. Just in case Kaysen would call. Or he'd gather enough courage to call her, which currently wasn't happening. He was having a difficult enough time finding the energy to actually skateboard, let alone handle whatever issues would rise from doing that. Though at the moment, he couldn't really call what he was doing skateboarding. He felt like it was more along the lines of gliding along the street listlessly and it made him feel rather pathetic. He was moving the direction of Graevaret, as it was where he used to take his skateboard all the time. And it was the first place he'd ever really spoken to Kaysen - even though that hadn't been the best of first impressions, but still. He rounded the corner to the school and caught sight of her, his foot coming down off of the deck to the ground stop himself. He was torn between turning and running, or going to sit by her. In the end, he kind of just stood where he was, trying to think of something to say. "Hey." Was all that came out, as lame as it was, but he supposed it worked as well as anything.

She'd been so absorbed in her own thoughts and indecision that she hadn't noticed him until he spoke. And then, there was half a second there where she almost thought that she was just hearing things, because she was thinking about him nonstop and had graduated into full on self delusion. But it wasn't the case, because he was standing there. "..hey." she said back, just as unsure as he seemed to be. "...wanna come sit with me?" she asked. Which sounded stupid to her ears, but she didn't want him to go away. She still had no idea what to do, but that bit she understood.

He tried really hard not to hesitate in his answer, but he did. He wanted to sit with her and talk to her and everything else, but it just felt weird. Still, Chance felt his legs moving and he climbed up the stairs, setting his skateboard down next to hers before sitting down. He wracked his brain to think of something not-strange to talk about, to hopefully keep them off the subject of his mother and everything else that felt like a solid, thick wall between them. "How did the meeting go? At school?" He knew she hadn't gone, but he was assuming someone had told her about it, given it was mainly her idea with Charlie.

Kaysen shrugged. "Okay I guess." she said. "I didn't really...I dunno. I guess I didn't keep up my end and check in and shit." she admitted. She'd been preoccupied. Waaay preoccupied. Hard to think about that when all the other stuff was going on and you were wondering if you were ever going to see your boyfriend again or if everything was over but the crying and the 'yeah by the way we're broken up' or seeing him making out with some chick in the hallway. Which hadn't happened. But that didn't mean she hadn't had one of those horror-movies playing in her head that she'd see that and he'd like...toss her aside and decide other chicks who don't know or don't care were easier. And y'know, he'd probably be right on that, she couldn't argue the logic. She was anything but easy to deal with. "...what happened to your face?" she asked, getting a better look at him, and she thought he looked bruised, and was that a little cut on his lip? Or was it just red? The concern sort of overrode her initial weirdness and she reached out to put her hands on either side of his head to turn it more towards hers, so she could get a better look.

Wincing, Chance let her examine his face, trying to think of the best way to explain it. He could lie, or tell the truth. Maybe before he would have lied, but given his lack of caring about much of anything but the girl sitting next to him, he opted for honesty. "I was an asshole to someone in school and got hit in the face for it." He shrugged dismissively. "I deserved it." It felt nice having her touch him again though, given yesterday he was pretty convinced she'd never want to see him again, let alone touch him. Maybe if she knew half of the thoughts racing through his head, that'd convince her he wasn't worth it and break up with him. She'd probably be doing herself a favor if she did. "It doesn't hurt much."

Kaysen made a face. "Um, hello, lots of people are assholes sometimes, it doesn't mean you deserve to get punched." she said, not liking the sound of that, and she leaned closer, sort of half squinting one eye shut as sye eyed his lip. Was that puffy? She thought it was a little puffy. She reached out one thumb to kind of half tug his lower lip back, so she could see that red markythingy better. Looked to her like it had cut open, but wasn't actively bleeding or anything. Which was just logical, as it wasn't like he'd been hit right now or anything, but still. It was kind of automatic for her to look, anyways. Which was when she realized that she'd just done that, and hadn't thought about it at all. Which had her ticking her eyes up to his, and she left them there.

Unable to stop it, Chance chuckled a tiny bit. He was pretty sure most people would agree he probably deserved more than just a punch in the face for the stuff he said to Dean.A busted lip and a bruised up shoulder from being pushed into a brick wall was getting off light in Chance's eyes. "Yeah, but I probably did deserve it." There was a tiny little sting where she pulled his lip back to look, and if things hadn't felt so heavy, he might have laughed at the way she checked him over. Still, it was really hard to do much of anything at the moment and his eyes fell to hers. Having her in such close proximity only reminded him how much he'd missed her. Even if it had only been a day or whatever since they'd actually spoken, it felt longer. Without thinking about it, Chance slipped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. He didn't know if she needed it, but he sure as hell felt like he did.

When he did that, she felt a little something in her ease. Some tension between her shoulders that she hadn't realized she'd been carrying. Maybe this didn't make everything all better? But it was something, and she was so going to take it. She slid her arms up around his neck, and hugged him back, tighter than she meant to, and if she was behind honest with herself, it might have been just a wee bit clingy. But that's what happened, and she closed her eyes, and didn't say anything for a minute, just kinda hugging him and hoping this meant things could start getting better again. Or that things weren't as bad as she thought. Really anything that wasn't in the negative column would work for her.

He liked that it was a wee bit clingy, because he didn't feel as lame being just as clingy back. He turned his face just enough that his nose brushed along her hair, breathing her in. A part of him wanted to just start crying, but that would make him a total pussy so he resisted and instead tightened his arm around her, clenching his eyes shut as he did so. He wanted things to get better, but he just didn't know how to start the process. He felt like things might never get better, and he knew that probably wasn't true, it was just him being pessimistic, but he was having a hard time believing anything good at the moment. Releasing a slow breath, Chance moved back just enough to brush a kiss against her cheek. He didn't know if he was suppose to apologize, or say something. He would have, only he didn't really know what to apologize for, and he didn't really know what he should say. He'd rather just hold onto her and kiss her and pretend things were going to be fine.

When he kissed her cheek, she moved her face enough so she could give him a real kiss. Because right now she was actually a member of the kiss it and make everything better or at least pretend camp. It would help block out all the confusion she was going through, and her icky feelings wrapped up in her sorrows and everything else. So she just kissed him, and defied it all. At least for a minute.

Chance went willingly into the kiss, more than happy to try and forget everything for a few minutes. He'd missed kissing her as it was and cupped her face with one hand, ignoring the dull throb in his lip. Maybe this was all they needed. One magic kiss to wipe everything away and start with a clean slate. Or maybe that was wishful thinking. Still, it was nice to pretend. In any case, kissing her made him feel a tiny bit better. Because she was kissing him back, which meant she wanted to kiss him and be there with him. At that moment he didn't care if she didn't love him, or didn't know if she loved him. Because he loved her and that was really all that was getting him through at the moment. Chance pulled her closer, angling his head to the side to deepen the kiss, wanting to explore the recesses of her mouth and memorize her taste. Just in case something happened... in case she eventually walked away.

For the moment, Kaysen was okay to go with that. His mouth tasted a little coppery, from the cut, but she didn't necessarily mind. It was just a reminder for her that she really probably shouldn't do something silly like she usually did when they kissed, and like...kiss him really hard and stuff. She knew that was kinda just the insane fire elementalness going on in her that she had yet to figure out how to control, but still. She made a soft little sound, fingers drifting up into his hair. It was only distantly that she recognized they were kinda sorta sitting on the steps of a middle school in the middle of the damn day on a busy street. But she didn't actually stop, either.

The sound she made sort of definitely wiped away most of the darker thoughts in his head. It sent a pleasant little shiver down his spine and he wondered if she'd be willing to just sit there and kiss him the rest of the day. His thumb brushed along her cheekbone, his teeth nipping gently at her lip. God, he wished he could just take her back to his house and lock themselves in his bedroom. But she wasn't ever going to come over again, so that wasn't possible. And pushing her down on the steps in public probably wouldn't go over well with people driving by. So he settled for just kissing her, resisting all urges to pull her onto his lap. Not appropriate. Chance tore his lips from hers for a brief moment to breathe before he kissed her again, harder this time, the frustration of the last two days pouring out of him.

She hadn't expected that, really. But it sparked up things in her as well, as he so easily did in the first place. So she kissed him back, with barely a moment of hesitation in there. Really it was less hesitation and more a twitch in the back of her mind that said 'wait a second--' but it didn't get to finish whatever it was thinking because when he kissed her like that, it usually blocked everything else out. And hey look, today wasn't different. She had her own frustrations to vent out, and it sort of met his, forgetting about his lip.

Chance forgot about his lip as well, even though it was throbbing in protest. His hands found their way into her hair and he tried to keep his grip on her gentle. It was just difficult when something so simple as kissing his girlfriend sparked some kind of life inside of him when everything else felt so numb. In all brutal honesty, he had no clue what he would do to himself, or others, without her. Chance pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against hers to breathe in again and try to slow down his racing heart. Still, he was reluctant to let her go just yet, his fingers flexing instinctively in her hair in case she tried to pull away herself. He was afraid if he pulled away completely, something would be broken and they'd be back where they started a few minutes ago.

She didn't. She wasn't ready to pull back yet. She reached up to hold his wrists lightly, not to take his hands away from her, but just a mutual sort of holding. She attempted to remember breathing, and for some reason remembered them in the auditorium. When she'd pushed him back into one of the seats, and they'd made out like the world might be ending. That was...a really strong sort of memory she wasn't entirely sure she should be thinking about right now. One of them was going to have to start with the speaking soon, but she wasn't actually cool with that yet.

Chance didn't want to talk either. Talking tended to ruin things, he found. And he didn't want to ruin this. Even though he knew eventually one of them would actually have to say something. How long could they avoid things and pretend everything was okay? Maybe a little bit longer, at least. He didn't think he had the strength to deal with any deep, painful discussions today anyway. Chance sighed under his breath and slipped his fingers from her hair, twisting his wrists around to break her hold on them and take her hands in his. He lifted them to his lips, kissing her knuckles and then turning her hands over in his to kiss her palms. He couldn't really kiss every inch of her given where they were, but he would do what he could.

It was a little weird, but not in a bad way, watching him do that. She didn't remember him doing that before, so it made her self conscious, which brought a blush to he cheeks. Maybe the flush from the rampant making out would hide that. Or something, she didn't know. But she could hope. Kaysen watched his eyes, then finally did break the silence. "I know we have to talk..." she started. And hey that was it. Okay so she wasn't good at this shit.

Chance held onto her hands and lifted his gaze to her face. He resisted sighing, because he didn't think that would go over too well, since he knew they did have to talk. He just really didn't want to at all. Chance took his time responding, noticing the blush on her cheeks. He slid his fingers through hers to hold onto them before nodding once. "I know. I just... don't really know what to talk about right now. I don't know what I'm suppose to say."

She nodded, getting that part. "Yeah, I...don't really know where to start either." she said, in total honesty. "It's all kinda...big." Like huge and towering, even. But she was thinking they should go someplace more private. "Um. We should..." she looked around, then back at him. "Go someplace we can talk and not like...be overheard?"

He didn't want to move. Moving meant letting go of her. But he nodded anyway, because she was right. He didn't want anyone passing by hearing any snippet of what they might end up talking about. "Okay." Reluctantly, he let go of her hands and reached down for his skateboard. "Where do you think we should go?" His house was out of the question, and he didn't really want to be at hers if her brother was there. "Wanna go by the lake?"

She thought about that, biting at her lower lip. It was still outside, so there could still be people around doing the listening thing. Then she sort of half glanced at the building they were in front of. No one would be in the school today, right? Everyone would be gone, and...yeah. "Wanna break into the school?" she asked.

Chance blinked at her in surprise for a moment. Kaysen wanted to break into the school? Surprise gave way to amusement and for a split second, he grinned. "Yeah, okay." Might as well. It was Saturday, the parking lot was empty. And if someone happened to be there, well... he'd make sure they didn't get caught. He reached out for her hand. "C'mon. There's a faulty lock on one of the doors in the back."

She took his hand, then reached down to snag her deck before they took off. Of course he would know where a faulty lock was. She wondered how often he broke into the middle school of all places. She supposed it did have that cool room on the top floor that probably had a wicked cool view. She'd often wondered what was up there. Maybe she'd get to find out. So long as no like...random janitors or something were hanging out, it'd be cool. She didn't really wanna get busted for trespassing. But right now, it was kinda the best option. Or so she figured.

He led her to the back of the school, eyes sweeping along the vacant parking lot, among other places, just to make sure no one was around to see them sneak inside of the school. He honestly didn't care at this point if he got caught, but he didn't want Kaysen to get in trouble for breaking and entering. That certainly wouldn't endear him to her family. Then again, neither would having a mother who's had people killed. He let go of her hand and dropped his deck to the ground long enough to mess with the door lock. It took him a few moments, his brows drawn together in concentration before the flimsy lock clicked and he straightened and pulled the door open for Kaysen. "We can go anywhere you want... gym, or the auditorium, or a classroom... I don't think anyone's here."

Kaysen slipped inside in a hurry, considering she didn't want to get seen. Then she looked around a bit. No lights were on. So...there was that. "Auditorium, maybe?" she suggested. That seemed sort of...more enclosed to her. Plus no windows. So she started heading in that direction, though she didn't go far without waiting for him.

Chance fell into step beside her and led her to the cafeteria. Being inside of the middle school again always brought back memories - usually bad ones, but he wasn't going to let that affect him on top of everything else. Right now, it kind of reminded him of Devon, more so than the high school. "Kind of eerie when no one is here," Chance said absently, leading her down the corridor.

She looked around as they walked. She hadn't been inside in ages either. Sure like...she hung around the steps all the time, but inside? Noooo sir. She walked with him though, sort of just looking at all the windows, and thinking it looked weird with the lights off. But soon they were at the auditorium, where it was kind of chilly in there, and totally black until she found a set of lightswitches, and she turned one on. It flipped a light down near the stage, which she figured was good enough.

It kind of reminded him of when they were in the auditorium in the high school. Between making out and talking about suicide, it had been an experience that he wasn't sure he was going to forget. Hell, he practically had forever to think about it. To think about a lot of things. Chance walked several rows down and set his skateboard on the floor. He dreaded asking, but he knew if they didn't they might just skirt around the issue. "What do you want to talk about first?" He turned to face her, wishing they could just do the making out thing instead.

Kaysen had dropped her deck by the door, and flopped down into a chair, in the shadows, but close enough to the light source that she could see everything properly. "I dunno." she said honestly. "What about you?" Why did she have to pick? Cuz she said it first that they had to talk? Probably. She knew they had to, but picking where to start wasn't part of her plan. Crap.

"What about me?" Chance flashed a quick grin, though it didn't hold much humor. He leaned against one of the seats rather than sitting. He felt too restless to sit. "Honestly, I don't want to really talk about anything. But I guess wanting to and needing to are two completely different things. I don't really know what to say, or tell you. I mean... I really don't know."

"I don't really know what to say or do either. I know...I mean. I.." Kaysen rolled her eyes at herself. "Yeah, I'm so coherent today. Sorry." she apologized. "I know I can't forget what you told me about your mom." she said finally. "And the you stuff...I know I said this before but I can deal with that fine. The you stuff is all fine for me. I'm okay with all that. That doesn't...that doesn't bother me at all. But your mom...that bothers me. I don't know how to even like...wrap my head around it." she admitted, going for total point blank honesty there.

He nodded once. "I get that. Yeah." Chance fell silent for a moment, struggling to separate out his thoughts so that he could make sense. He didn't want to say the wrong thing, or say something the wrong way and have her pissed at him again. "I guess... I just don't know what to do. I don't know what you want me to do. You know I'd do anything for you, it's just this..." He sighed and looked at her. "I just don't know how to deal with it either."

She nodded. "Yeah...I can get that." she said. Sort of, she probably didn't get it as much as she wanted to be able to, but she was trying, here, and so that's what she was doing. She was making a really really huge attempt at reasonability. Whether or not she managed, they'd see, but she wanted to try. "What do you want to do? Or think you should do?" she asked. "Like...say for a minute the stuff you're worried about like...where to go, stuff like that, say that isn't in the equation for a moment. What would you wanna do then?" She appreciated the bit where he said he'd do anything for her--she hadn't actually known that, but it was kinda nice to hear. It was something she was very definitely filing away.

There was a soft chuckle in his throat again. "I know what I should do, Kaysen. What's probably right. I could go to the police and tell them what I know... to an extent and let them see if they can figure the rest out, because I sure as hell can't." He doubted they would. It happened so long ago and he doubted anyone who had the power to make him what he was would be lax and sloppy enough to leave any trace of it behind. But he wasn't going to say that lest she think he was defending his mom again. Chance paused and then shifted again uncomfortably. "If you want me to leave home, I will. If that would make you feel better." Hell if knew where he'd go, but that really wasn't at the forefront of his mind at the moment.

"I...don't really know." Kaysen said honestly. "I mean--I do. I really really do. I don't think you should be there, I don't want you there. I think you should turn her in, or like...try to or something. But at the same time I'm scared of what she'd do if you did take off. Have you like...have you ever run away before or anything?" she asked. Why was this all resting on her? She didn't make good decisions! She was--she was a fire elemental for fuck's sake! And like...barely sixteen! So hello with her being like, the last person in the known universe who should be making live altering decisions. God she was afraid of saying the wrong thing, ruining things for him. She didn't want to do that.

"I could try..." Chance began and then trailed off. Turning his mother in... it just didn't sit well with him. Neither did what she did, or what she did to him. Sometimes he wished she died instead of his dad. Sometimes he hated her. But sometimes he really just hated himself and projected that onto the people around him. It was a fucking mess and he was starting to realize what a bad idea it would be to drag Kaysen into it anymore than he already had. "The problem is, she made me. Whatever I am now, she's responsible for it. She's been trying to track down the person who did it to me so I could find out everything I wanted to know. And I don't know if there's a way to... undo it? Or if there's a way for her to find me if I left. Jesus, I just... I've spent a lot of time trying not to think about it. And if I decided to leave home, I could stay in Marquette." He left that hang there for a moment. "The town is too small, and if she had cops looking for me, they'd probably have no problem finding me."

"I asked cuz I wanted to know what her reaction had been before, I wasn't suggesting you do it again." Kaysen clarified. "I think if you're going to leave, you either have to talk to her and tell her flat out you're leaving and why, or you have to turn her in and go from there." she said. "Only with like...back up on a place to crash, like Jordan's or...someone's house. I'd say mine but I think my parents would freak out and Isaac..." Isaac wouldn't be keen on it. "As for the undoing it thing...if she hasn't found whoever did it by now, and with magicky stuff...maybe they won't be able to be found? So you wouldn't have to worry about it being undone?" That sounded like a huge maybe though. In a way that she didn't like at all and was hugely uncomfortable with.

"I've never run away before. Never seriously. You know when you're like, ten or whatever and run away from home... I usually just hid behind the shed in the backyard until dinner and then I'd get hungry so I'd come home. I could talk to her... tell her I want to leave. We'd probably end up fighting, like we usually do but I'm willing to try, I guess. She did this to me because she didn't want to lose me. Having me tell her I'm leaving home, I don't know how she'd take that. But I turn eighteen in a couple months, and I'd always planned on leaving then anyway. I think she knows that." If he left now and stayed in Marquette, he didn't think he could stay with Jordan. Not now. And even if Kaysen offered, there's no way he would stay with her. She had enough to worry about then having him living in her house. He also didn't mention that he wished he knew how to undo it sometimes. He didn't think that would go over well. Chance sighed and ran both hands through his hair. "I'll figure something out, Kaysen."

"...are you sure?" she asked, looking at him and still feeling really worried. "I...well, duh, I'm worried, and I wanna help but I don't know how much help I am or could be and I feel like things are all weird and out of whack but they probably are supposed to be or something and I dunno. Sorry. I'm rambling and I just...don't know what to say, or how to help and make things better." she said, rattling on until she stopped herself.

"You don't need to make things better for me," Chance told her simply. "That's not your job. I'll deal with it." He didn't know how, but he'd try to figure it out. He'd been dealing with shit on his own for a long time. "I guess things are suppose to feel weird. I'm just sorry that they do. I shouldn't have dragged you into any of it in the first place. I didn't mean to make things worse for you."

"It's okay, I mean...I dunno. I guess I should know?" she suggested. She wasn't so sure of that, but still. Maybe that was just the part of her that wanted herself to be better at this stuff. More mature. Someone who could Handle Things. Then she looked at him for a few moments. "...so if that's not my job, what is my job?" she asked. "As...y'know...girlfriend." It was possible she was saying it out loud like that just to put out there for the both of them that she still was his girlfriend, despite all the crazy badness.

Chance looked at her for a moment, a part of him relieved that she'd actually said it. He'd been doubting it lately, which hadn't made anything better. Despite the circumstances, his lips twitched a bit into a small smile. "I dunno. I guess just... try to be patient with me? This stuff... fucks me up sometimes. I'm not always the person I want to be when I have to deal with it." He motioned a bit toward the bruise on his face with a wry smile. "That's why I have this. I'd just rather have some douchebag at school hitting me than you."

"Yeah but if I hit you, I have a much better chance of kissing it better." Kaysen said, sort of an automatic reaction that she didn't at all think about before she said it. Which had her flushing with a dark blush, and looking shy for a second. But she'd seen that he smiled a bit at her which she was happy about, and she'd take it. She also went over to him, to give him a little kiss on the bruise. Light, so it didn't hurt him.

Chance grinned a bit more when her cheeks turned pink and his hands immediately went for her waist when she got close enough. He was pretty sure Kaysen would think he was an insensitive prick if she knew the reason why he got hit, but since things seemed to be sortaokay at the moment, he didn't want to ruin it. He let her kiss his bruise before he turned his head to kiss her lightly on the lips. "Y'know, you can just kiss me... no hitting required."

Kaysen thought that was a pretty okay idea. "Yeah?" she asked. "I could do that?" She looked at him, light smirk on her lips. "Is that code for you saying you want me to kiss you?" she asked. Then her smirk got more pronounced. "Actually, the first time you kissed me was after I hit you." she pointed out. And that had worked out well.

"Yeah, notice you said I kissed you, after you hit me. You should have been the one doing the kissing," Chance pointed out, mildly amused. He liked seeing her smile, it made him feel better. A small light in the ever growing darkness. Cheesy, but true. "I think you ought to kiss me a lot now to make up for that so I can finally forgive you."

She laughed a little at that. "Yeah? That's what you think?" she asked. But she did it. She put her arms up around his neck, and she kissed him. At first it was kind of light, but as Kaysen was prone to--it didn't stay that way. She'd been going to put in an effort to make sure it stayed that way, too! Alas...no. Oh well. Good thing she didn't think Chance was going to complain about her taking full advantage of kissing him hard.

He wrapped his arms around her more tightly, pulling her flush up against him. He certainly wasn't going to complain about the way she kissed him. He kissed her back, equally as hard. An involuntary groan rose deep within his throat. This was what he needed. Soft, warm, Kaysen. No fighting, no discussion... just kissing and touching. That's all he really wanted at the moment. That would keep him sane as long as she just didn't stop.

She didn't really have any intentions of stopping. She was more interested in losing herself for a few moments. Everything was up in the air it still felt like, like there was some crazy impending doom just around the corner. So, if there was, then shouldn't she go with as much good as she could? She certainly thought so. therefore--Kissage. Much kissage. She liked when she heard the sound from him, and it had her drifting her fingers through his hair.

For a few moments, everything within Chance relaxed. It was as if he could shut his eyes tightly and pretend like everything was normal. He was just a seventeen year old boy kissing his girlfriend. After a bout of breaking and entering. Chance's fingers tightened on her hips and he instinctively pressed against her, mindful of the fact that they were in a school auditorium, but not caring too much. She also drove him crazy, whether she was being completely irrational, or smiling, or kissing him... everything about her got under his skin. He deepened their kiss, a tiny hint of desperation seeping into it. He didn't want it to ever stop and was suddenly fearful that if it did, everything would start falling apart again.

Kaysen could feel it, the desperation there, and answered back to it. It was easy to call up in herself, since it was there anyhow, so she could more than pour it in with this. Channeling emotion? Pretty damn easy for a girl like her. Especially when doing something like this. So, when he deepened the kiss, she went with it, and turned their position, backing him up towards the row of seats, pretty much like she had in the auditorium of the high school, her intent to push him down into one of the seats, then follow suit.

Chance went with it, reaching behind him to find the seat and sit so he wouldn't have to stop kissing her. Once he sat, he gripped her hips and pulled her down with him. She was just so warm and soft, he didn't want to let go for fear it might jar him back into reality. He was enjoying this small interlude from his life - being able to forget with her. Smiling a tiny bit against her mouth, he held onto her tightly. "If I knew auditoriums had this kind of effect on you, I would have been bringing you here all the time..."

Kaysen laughed a little, the sound picked up by the acoustics in the place, so it cut off pretty abruptly. She settled on his lap, straddling him, and she kissed him again before answering him. "Maybe it's just...the dark and the no windows and it's all..." intimate. Then she kissed him again, fingers threading up in his hair, and she tugged at it a little too.

He kissed her back, hands sliding around the small of her back and down over her ass to rock her against him. It was a bit restrictive in the seat but he was fine with that. He liked having her so tightly up against him. "I like the dark," he murmured against her lips. "And no windows... " He sighed a bit and then nipped her bottom lip with his teeth. "I like it better when it's dark, with no windows and you're wearing a lot less than this..."

She pushed back against him when he moved her, and then she kept the motion up, even if it was a little slow. He earned a soft little sound at the nip, and she kissed him with abandon then, fingers tightening in his hair, that spark lit up in her as usual and it had the normal effect. It drew her in, made her stop thinking about most things, blanked her mind nicely as she focused in on what felt good.

There was a part of him that wanted to just move her to the floor, or the front stage, and do a multitude of things to her. It was difficult not to want those things when she moved over him like that, or kissed him that way. And a small part of him, the part he hated, felt oddly detached. Chance felt the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach and pulled his mouth from hers to bury his face against her neck, his arms coming around to tighten around her waist. He released a shaky breath and waited for the wave of desolation to pass so he could go back to kissing her. It felt better when he could just lose himself in her and he internally fought with himself to get back to that.

Kaysen as a little surprised when she was suddenly being clinged to like that, and she wrapped both arms around his neck to hold his head to her, frowning. "...are you okay?" she asked--though it was after she managed to catch her breath, something that took a minute. She also had to decide if she was being paranoid, but she didn't think she was.

Chance didn't answer at first, not trusting himself to speak. He didn't want his voice to break and sound like a total pussy. His problems were his own and dumping all of his crazy thoughts on Kaysen wouldn't be fair to her. It took him a couple more seconds before he swallowed hard and nodded. "'m okay," he mumbled against her neck, taking a moment after to breathe her in. He clenched his eyes shut for a brief moment before exhaling and leaning back to look at her. "We should probably get outta here before someone comes in and finds us..." Not that he really thought anyone would, but if they stayed, he was afraid he'd want to make himself feel better and do things to her that probably weren't the most appropriate for the setting they were in.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, turning her face in towards his ear. "You don't seem okay." she whispered. "Are you sure you are? You can tell me...I'll listen, and...I want you to be okay." She also didn't want to leave, because she wanted to be alone with him, and there wasn't anyplace else. Nowhere but like...her house and she didn't really wanna take him there because they wouldn't really be alone-alone.

His eyes drifted shut at the feeling of her soothing fingers in his hair. He didn't know if he could tell her. He regretted telling her about what he was - more so about his mother because that had been a disaster. He didn't know if Kaysen could handle all of the things that were really wrong. He didn't even know if he could explain it all. "I just... feel... everything feels like it's getting dark inside of me again," Chance finally admitted, grimacing slightly as he said it. "Like, I just don't... care." And that was really the simple jist of it all. "I keep trying, but I just don't have the energy for it. I was an asshole to this guy at school, and he hit me and I didn't feel any remorse. Any guilt. I tried really hard but I was glad he hit me. A small part of me wished he'd beat the shit out of me because at least there'd be pain to feel." Chance reached up with one hand to rub at his eye. "How's that for over dramatic?"

Kaysen listened, and was frowning, feeling remarkably unequipped to deal with this. She didn't know what to say, and she wished she were...smarter, or something. Like she had a better idea how people actually worked, considering most of the time she felt like she didn't. After all, it wasn't like she'd spent much time with them. But she didn't wanna sit there in silence, either. So she gave a shot at talking. "Things are...they're kind of rough right now. There was all the vampire stuff, and now...well, this us-stuff and your mom stuff. It's kinda understandable that you'd be feeling off. And that's not even counting the most important stuff for you. You've got a lot happening, and prolly none of it is good. So...it's okay. What can I do to help you? Is there anything? If there is, I'll do it, promise."

Chance nodded, eyes still heavy until he shut them completely. "With me though... when things start to get rough... they get really rough, Kaysen... I don't like feeling hopeless and useless... I know how it begins. It begins with this shit. And then it keeps spiraling downward, no matter what I do to stop it, and it feels like it's never going to end. I don't expect you to know what to say or do, because I don't think there's anything you can that'll make it better. I just..." Chance trailed off and released her long enough to lift his hands and rub them over his face. "I don't want to do anything more to hurt you."

She sat back, but didn't extract herself from his lap or anything. She just stared at him. "...what're you saying?" she asked, voice sounding cautious. Because that kinda sounded to her like he was saying he like...didn't want to be around her. Or something. Was he breaking up with her? God, she hoped not. The rest of her mind had been going off on a little tangent of how before when he'd had those times she hadn't been there with him so maybe it'd be different and stuff but all that shut down at his last statement.

He opened his eyes at her question, his frown deepening. "I'm saying that I don't want to give you a reason to want to do this to me." He motioned to the bruises on his face. "Sometimes when I'm like this, I can't help the things I do, or say... and when there's a part of me that doesn't care... but I care about you, though. I care if I hurt you. I just can't promise that I won't." And that killed him more than anything. "If I get worse, if I can't pull myself out of this... I don't want you to end up hating me." Maybe he was being cryptic, he didn't know. All he knew was that he wanted to protect her. A part of him felt he should break up with her so maybe she'd hate him and stay away, but he was far too selfish for that. He didn't think he could handle being without her.

She continued to stare at him. "...maybe it won't be so bad this time." she said, quietly. "Maybe, cuz I'm here, or...or cuz things are different or something, maybe it'll be different." Yeah. Right. Because she could magically fix him or something. But she had to try. "Maybe keep talking to me? 'Bout everything? Even if you don't think I wanna hear, or should tell me or something? I'll listen, and...maybe that'll help and stuff. It could give you like...another perspective on things?"

He felt his lips twitch into a small smile. At least she was trying. He couldn't fault her for that. "I could always use another perspective on things," he agreed with a small nod. He didn't think Kaysen would be able to handle everything, but the fact that she was willing to at least listen to him meant a lot. He slid his arms back around her and pulled her tight. "Love you," he murmured into her, pressing his lips against her neck. "I know that won't change, even if everything else does."

She hugged him back, resting her cheek in against his head, and she wished she'd figured out that love thing already. Because she knew she felt for Chance more than she'd ever even entertained the notion of feeling for anyone. He was just...he was Chance, and she didn't want to ever lose him. Was that what love was? She still wasn't sure. She had always assumed that it didn't exist, or if it did she'd Just Know. But she didn't think that was the case. She thought she'd figure it out eventually here, she'd just have to work it out well enough. "Then talk to me, and I mean about everything, and all the time and whenever, kay? You can text me or call me or we'll...come up with some place to meet up and it'll be okay, okay?"

"Okay." It sounded so incredibly simple, the way she made it sound. Only he knew it wasn't simple. It never was. But he'd try. After a few minutes of holding her quietly, he nuzzled at her neck. "The same goes for you too. I know you've got your brother... and I guess, Harkin... but when you're scared, or something's wrong, I really want you to come to me too." He wanted - needed - to feel like he meant something, that maybe she depended on him in some way.

She found herself slowly sifting her fingers through his hair. It was getting a little longer, and had those little curls she liked. It was weird to hear someone say she had Thom. ...did she? For real? She supposed she knew that she could count on him...did that mean she 'had' him? Like he was there for her or something? Maybe. It was massively weird to hear though. And to think about. But she got herself unstuck from that particular train of thought and went on more with Chance-ness. "I'll talk to you when stuff's wrong. I know I have been. Like...like sometimes when I first started texting you and stuff? It was just cuz I wasn't feeling so good and wanted to talk to you." she told him. Which she actually didn't know if he knew, and it seemed like something he should know.

He nodded again, though he had wondered at the time if she'd started texting him because she didn't have anyone else. Maybe she wanted to talk to him because it was him after all. "I always found it pretty funny when you'd text me... not because you were, but because it felt like you were too afraid to actually call and talk to me over the phone." He leaned forward to kiss her chin. "I just want you to keep coming to me, even if things are weird. I want to know what's going on with you, with everything... even the elemental stuff." Especially the elemental stuff.

She flushed dark, dark red. "...I um...I wasn't afraid..." she protested. But she didn't have a proper excuse, because that's exactly what she'd been. Scared. "And I will, promise. So far lately I've been kinda...ignoring it, honestly. After like...vampire stuff and almost setting your pillow on fire." she said, trying to get her cheeks to go back to their usual color.

Watching her face turn several shades of red had Chance staring before he actually broke out into a wide grin. "Yes, you were afraid, don't lie to me... you're really bad at it." Was it wrong that he thought it was adorable when she blushed that badly? "Ignoring it's okay, I think... just means you've been focused on other things. But I do appreciate you not burning my house down."

Kaysen was still blushing. "I just--I never called a guy before, especially not one I really liked, and--!" she broke off, making a face at him. "Yeah, not burning houses down is one thing I aspire to do." she mumbled, sulking slightly, though it wasn't a serious sulking. Not really. It was more a cute sulking.

"You really like me?" Chance asked, chuckling as he teased her. His hands moved down to rest at her lower back. He especially liked it when she sulked that way. Add in the blush... he was a complete goner. Which also might mean he was a complete fool, but he was willing to be that for her. "How much is really?"

She made a face at him. "A lot." she said, still sulky-pants about it. "Alot-alot." she added, for good measure. She didn't know how else to say it though figured that she probably should have better wording than like...repeating herself.

"A lot a lot? That's... a lot." Chance laughed, resting back in the seat. His smile was lazy as he looked up at her. "You didn't like me a lot, a lot when we first met, you know. But I knew I'd eventually win you over with my dashing good looks and charm... and maybe someday a lot a lot will become a lot, a lot, a lot."

She looked back down at him and rested her hands on either side of his head, curling them around the back of the chair. "Maaybe." she agreed. "And no, I didn't, but you wore me down." she added. He kept bugging, that was it. He hadn't given up on her, even when he should have. So that...that had gotten him her.

"I wore you down, eh? I don't know if I'm suppose to take that as a good thing or not." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "You didn't make it very easy on me." But that was all right with him. He always liked a challenge - or maybe he was just secretly a masochist. But it had been worth it in the end.

She leaned in a little closer to him, hair falling forward over her shoulders as she gazed down. "Nooo, I didn't." she agreed. "But you kept at it." she continued. "Maybe you just liked the abuse." she added, a little closer even. Down near his lips, like she was gearing up to kiss him--which she was, but she didn't do it quite yet, meaning to drag it out. What possessed her to do that, she wasn't sure, but she wasn't usually one that went against whatever her instincts were saying.

"I guess I'm a sucker for pain... and I'm stubborn," he added, trying to keep himself from leaning up to close the distance and kiss her. Though he wanted to... very, very badly. She was teasing, and he was just fine with that at the moment. It was kind of a turn on. His eyes drifted to her lips. "And determined." His hands moved further down to curve over her ass again. "I wanted to be with you and I saw an opening... had to take it. Even if you probably wanted to beat me up."

"And, as we said before...I did, and then you kissed me." she said. She got a tiny bit closer. Enough so he could feel her breath along his lips. But she held it there, even though she liked where he'd moved his hands, and she really really wanted to kiss him now. But she was kinda liking the anticipation going on, and was still one to go with instincts. Right now, her instincts were telling her to tease, and she was thinking he liked it too.

"I just think you wanted to kiss me and didn't know how to go about doing it," Chance said weakly, shifting beneath her and trying to resist just taking control here. His body was responding to the anticipation of her more than anything, which made him wonder if he was a masochist. Instinctively, he pushed up against her and tilted his head lightly to the side. "And now you're just being a tease."

Kaysen bit at her lower lip when he pushed up against her, just a tiny bit. "Is that what you think." she said. "I think you just liked that I slapped you." She got in almost close enough, enough so when she spoke, her lips just barely brushed his, though she still didn't finish it. "Do you want me to kiss you now?" She didn't mention the being a tease thing, because she most certainly was.

Chance couldn't help it, he pulled her more tightly against him. He couldn't really hide how she was affecting him and at this point, he didn't really care to try. "I think you want to kiss me," he countered slyly, even though he'd started to move in toward her when she brushed her lips against his. He lifted one hand up and into her hair, pushing the strands back toward her ear where he gripped them firmly enough to hold her head still before he leaned forward and captured her mouth with his own. He liked being teased, but sometimes his impatience for her overcame everything else.

She made a sound that echoed a little in the space, and it was abruptly cut off by the kiss. Which, she of course, fully threw herself into. Her hand drifted into his hair and made a fist, since he'd gone and used her hair for things. It was only fair, right? She also ground down hard against him, just because she wanted to. Because she wanted to know what he'd do.

Chance groaned, unable to do much else but hold her to him and ravage her mouth. He began to push up against her in a hard, unsteady rhythm, needing - wanting - the pressure. It occurred to him that he'd stopped this earlier because he couldn't actually do anything with her here but it was like she kissed him and he stopped thinking completely. Besides, it felt good and was distracting to everything else and really, he couldn't find any reason at the moment why he couldn't lose himself in her for awhile longer.

She pushed back against him, wanting it just as much, kissing him like she wanted him. And really...she found that she did again. It wasn't like that had gone away, per se, but it rose up in the back of her mind with the fire he kicked up in her anyhow. She wanted him. And as scary as that was, it was just there. Bright, strong, and it had her pushing even harder against him. Not just in return to what he was doing, but doing it on her own.

Gasping against her mouth, Chance had to break away from her to breathe as his heart began to jackhammer in his chest. His head thunked back against the chair and his eyes fell shut as he thrust up against her, wishing there were no damn clothes in the way. His jeans were significantly tighter than before, his hands gripping her much harder than he intended. "Gotta stop," he breathed, though his body was contradicting what his brain was telling him. He didn't want to stop, not at all, but how many times could he just come in his jeans around her before it got embarrassing?

Kaysen wasn't at all of a mind to stop either, really. And she was definitely of a mind that less clothes? Was exactly what she wanted. She reached down between them, to grab him through his jeans. She rested her forehead in against his temple, and breathed out words that didn't at all check with her brain before they were out there. "Chance, I want you..." What was she, possessed?! But there it was, and it was truth.

Holy hell. He shouldn't have been shocked at her words, given she was rocking over him just like she wanted him, but he was. Hearing her actually say the words did something to him and he was surprised he didn't pick her up and carry her to the damn stage to take her the way he wanted. That thought made him snap his eyes open wide and look at her before he groaned again and tried to control himself. Her hand on him though? Felt fucking fantastic. "Want you too," he managed to breathe before he reached down and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. "Just... can't... here."

She growled a little in frustration, and almost demanded to know why the fuck not. Because seriously!! Where would they? Could they go there? Because...grrrrr. Though while she didn't actually say anything, because she wasn't sure what she could say, she had a really hard time stopping herself. Way harder than it should have been. She felt over heated again, like she needed to push the energy off, and she tried, tried directing it upwards, into the air, and the temperature really did rise in the room a few degrees.

It did feel a little warmer around him, but he didn't know if that was the body heat from them both - or just Kaysen. He pulled her hand away from his crotch and lifted it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. He knew he ought to be amused by the little growl, but for some reason it only heightened his want for her, knowing she wanted him that much too. "I do want you, Kaysen, I just don't think you really want to do that... here."

It took her a second to get her breath back. "--you don't think I want to?" she asked, trying to calm down. Really she was. It just...wasn't so easy for her. She cupped her hand to his cheek when he kissed it, and kissed him again. It was slower, she was trying to come down. though really, that didn't work quite so well. Because she just turned it into a slow, stupidly intense kiss that had her shaking a little bit.

The noise in his throat was more like a whimper when she kissed him. She wasn't making it easy on him whatsoever. It was like he was trying to do the right thing here and she was doing everything in her power to make him throw away what the right thing is and take full advantage of the situation. Chance's hands found her hips and he held her to him, his tongue swiping along her lower lip before he had to breathe again. A cold shower. That's what he needed. A really, really cold shower. He opened his eyes to look at her breathlessly. "I don't think a school auditorium is the best place for it...do you?"

She rested her forehead against his, fighting not to kiss him again--which didn't work, she kissed him a few times before she got it. "Maybe not...I just..." she said, voice incredibly unsteady. "I want to touch you. I want you to touch me."

Touching her sounded like the best idea ever, actually. And he was more than willing to do that for her, if that's what she wanted. Not to mention the fact that he was also more than willing to let her touch him back. He shifted in the chair and leaned forward to pepper small kisses down her throat. The position they were in was a bit awkward for what he wanted to do to her, but that didn't stop his hand from drifting down to pop open the button of her jeans.

She had kind of thought he was going to shoot her down there, but thank god he wasn't. She even made a sound of appreciation for that, and was reaching down to do the same to him. She hadn't really gotten to touch him last time. And really, while she was aware location should really probably be playing up in her mind right now? It wasn't. She couldn't care less. There were just other things going on in her mind and body and that was taking precedence.

Chance's motions became a bit frenzied in his haste to touch her. Rationality was no longer his friend and all that mattered now was feeling her. He managed to unzip her jeans, though he really wasn't really sure how to touch her without a lot of shifting on her part. The damn jeans were too restricting. He licked his lips and took both of her hands in his quickly. "Stand up," he told her hoarsely before he nodded toward her jeans. "Let me take them off."

She did, sliding back, a smooth motion, so she was standing before him, and she looked down at him, still thinking that hey, really, there should be reciprocation on his end because she believed she'd said she wanted to touch him too. Ohhh yes she did. She'd always liked it before when she'd brought him to his end, she wanted to take better part this time.

That was much better. Chance didn't think twice before he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and began to push them down. He didn't so much care where they were now and he knew damn well she didn't. They could have been anywhere and it wouldn't have mattered. All he knew was he just wanted to lose himself in this and pray, in the back of his mind, that they didn't get caught. He kept her close to him, nuzzling her stomach with his nose. Once he had her jeans down to her knees, he slipped his hand between her thighs to touch her, tilting his head up to watch her face as he did so.

Kaysen gasped, and let out a moan that echoed a little. Then she clamped her teeth down on her lower lip, just in case, because she was aware that yeah they should probably be quiet. Even though she figured they would have been caught already if anyone was in the building. That or she would have been shooed off the front steps for sitting there with her skateboard. But god that felt good. She hesitated for only a second before her fingers wound into his hair.

Chance's eyes grew heavy when her fingers slipped into his hair and he couldn't help but press his forehead against her chest before his fingers moved lightly over her, exploring every part of her that he could. A part of his horny teenage brain wanted to know what would be so bad about just taking her now, here, but it was a thought he had to clamp down on and ignore. She deserved a lot better than losing her virginity inside the fucking middle school's auditorium. Breathing heavily, Chance slipped a finger up and inside of her, moving slowly and as not to scare her. He could maintain control. He had to.

She gasped again, fingers tightening in his hair. There was another sound, too, soft, in the back of her throat, helpless. Her head tilted back, eyes shut tight as she tried to get her breathing into some sort of regularity but ha! That wasn't happening. Noooo no. And no. Control and she weren't the best of friends even when she wasn't being driven crazy so yeah. But it was such a good lack of control. Something she gladly gave him.

He grunted a bit when she gripped his hair, but it was a really nice kind of pain. It told him she was enjoying what he was doing, which was a pretty fucking great feeling. He focused on her, groaning deep in his throat. She felt... incredible. Small, and hot and wet. He wanted to just pull her onto his lap and unzip his jeans and push into her. Swallowing, Chance delved a second finger inside her and began to stroke them slowly, wanting to hear her make more of those noises. Everything felt suffocating and overheated in the best way.

There was a sharper sound, one that definitely echoed. She couldn't help it, even if immediately a little shot of adrenaline went through her, because she knew she should be quiet. Or whatever, maybe no one was here like she thought, and she could be as loud as she wanted to be. But she still had that idea in her head not to push her luck. Whether or not she wanted to curb herself some--it didn't happen. The noises he was earning from her were getting a bit more frequent, and she pulled his hair some more.

Chance let her pull, hissing a bit through his teeth as she did so, but otherwise it didn't bother him at all. He liked it - knowing he could make her crazy. He pushed his fingers into her with firmer, quicker strokes, his thumb bending to massage against her clit. All he could focus on now was getting her off, maybe making her cry out again. He liked the way it echoed around them. It was probably so wrong, being where they were, but then again, Chance had never really cared about right or wrong in the past and he really didn't now. "Drive me crazy," he muttered breathlessly.

There was a sharper cry, and she actively pulled on his hair. "God," she breathed unsteadily, and she started to try and pull him up. Up towards her, so she could kiss him, feel him, she didn't know what but he was too far away, especially when he was doing that.

Chance went along with her insistent tugging and lifted himself up enough to kiss her. He tried to be gentle about it, but felt too far gone to worry about tenderness now. He kissed her deeply, his free arm wrapping around her waist to hold her. He wanted to make her crazy, to make her cry out again, even if his kisses muffled the sound.

She'd just been kissing him but when she kissed him again, it was like she hadn't in ages. Like she'd been dying for it. She was pulling at his hair, an unconscious little thing as she kissed him desperately. They were hard, passionate, urgent in a way she couldn't have described if her life depended on it. All she did know was she wanted him, and she wanted him bad. There were a lot of sounds coming from her by now. and she barely had the presence of mind to let up on his hair, and reach down to get his jeans properly undone, so she could touch him.

Chance nearly gripped her wrist to keep her from touching him, but it wasn't because he didn't want her too. He was afraid of what he might do if he was loose from his jeans and she was already partway undressed and... yeah. Dangerous territory. Chance groaned into her mouth and reached down with his free hand to help her rather than restrain her. He could control himself. Really, he could. If he just kept that mantra running through his head, everything would be fine. He moved his fingers over her, forcing his eyes open to look down at her face. He wondered if she knew how pretty she really was. Everything about her made him want her even more, inside and out.

She was glad he helped. See? That was so much better. She got a grip on him and stroked. It was a little awkward at first, but really, it wasn't brain surgery. He felt so hot in her grip, literally, to the touch. She didn't quite know how hard she could grip--but figured 'hard' was a pretty good call, and if she did it wrong he'd tell her. She wanted him in closer to her body for this, though that had purely to do with the fact that if she had her way right now, they'd be doing something else.

It took every ounce of willpower not to grab her and bend her over one of the seats the minute she touched him. Instead, there was a guttural groan that found it's way past his lips and his eyes fell heavy and closed. Her hand felt... perfect. The grip was hard... and hard was good. A breath whooshed out from his lips quickly and he deepened their kiss, his free hand wrapping around her waist to tug her close to him. It was so wrong... they ought to be in his bed. Or hers. Doing this properly. But he didn't think, even if that was an option now, he could bear to move.

She kissed him back, really with total abandon. She wasn't thinking about anything else but him, what they were doing, how he felt, what he was doing to her and what she was doing to him. The rest of the world could quite happily fuck off entirely, and she wouldn't have cared right then. She still wanted him. More than anything, but she at the very least was getting to touch him so she was taking that. Yeah. She'd take it. She continued to stroke him, wanting to hear another groan, maybe more.

He breathed heavily, tearing his mouth from hers, his forehead thunking down against hers. Goddamn, but that felt good. He didn't know how long he'd last, letting her do that to him. It was still somewhat surreal, even though they were together, that he'd touched her and kissed her already, but having Kaysen touch him back was... fanfuckingtastic. He shifted to bury his face against her neck, his fingers pushing into her quickly now, long, firm strokes to meet what she was doing back to him. "Kaysen," he ground out against her skin. A part of him was glad they weren't actually having sex, as he was already embarrassingly close to coming and he knew when the time and place was right, he was going to want to make it last, especially for her.

Kaysen was helpless to stop the sounds she was making then. And they weren't quiet. She wasn't even noticing she was making them as she felt everything he was doing to her, which was amazing, and she tried to keep up rhythm for him. Which by some minor miracle, she managed to do. She could feel herself building up, getting close, and it was like she was chasing it, trying to get there, and she wanted him there too this time. It didn't really take that much longer before she felt like the whole world dissolved around them.

He tried to hold back... tried really hard... but his body was racing toward completion and he could do nothing more than to just let it. Everything tensed and he shuddered, groaning loudly against her as the delicious pressure seemed to explode into something much, much better. He held her tightly with his arm, clenching his eyes shut until the shudders began to leave his body. Jesus, he knew how good it would feel to do that inside of her. Heaving a breath, he forced his eyes open and somehow managed to lift his head to look at her, his fingers still sliding over her slowly.

She hadn't quite let go either, though she had relaxed her grip, and she looked at him through heavy lidded eyes. Then there was a slow little smile, and she kissed him. It was sort of a breathless kiss, but quite clearly a pleased one. She had enjoyed that. And okay, she still wanted more, but that? Was more than what she was cool with. Because good god. No seriously. Damn.

Chance kissed her back eagerly, still trying to catch his own breath. He didn't really know what to say, so he simply kissed her, trying to slow himself down. A part of him was trying to realize that he'd just made out with his girlfriend in the auditorium of the middle school. That was... strange. And kind of funny. And oddly, hot. And the fact that she'd been so willing... Chance smiled faintly against her lips. "You okay?" he murmured before kissing down her cheek and along her jaw.

She nodded, a ready sort of thing, because she was fine. More than fine. Fine was a place she was residing in happily at current, and she wasn't planning on vacationing back to the land of 'Horrible Fucked Up Trauma' aka 'Marquette' any time soon. She glanced down, saw the sort of...mess. Experimentally, she reached out to touch her finger in his, and she brought it up to her lips to taste.

The sight of that made Chance groan again. Jesus, that was hot. He glanced between them, noting the mess and used the inside of his t-shirt to clean some of it up. It was mostly to distract himself from staring at her finger... and her mouth. The last thing he needed was to get horny all over again in this place. "You drive me nuts," Chance muttered, and then smiled faintly. "In every possible way... you know that, right?"

It was different. She'd never quite tasted anything like it before. Not bad, though. Just different. She wondered again if that made her a slut. When he said that, though, it made her smile deviously, and she started to right her own clothes. "I know." she told him, sounding proud of the fact. She didn't say what else was on her mind which was they needed to find someplace they could go that was all private like, and like...needed birth control stuff. Cuz...yeah.

Chance grinned and righted his clothes before leaning back against one of the chairs. He felt weak still, his bones lazy and sated. It'd be a few minutes before he could find the energy to walk out of there with her. He reached out to take her arms and pull her toward him before leaning down to kiss her. "Want me to walk you home?" he asked, nuzzling his nose against hers.

She nodded. "Mmhmm." she said. She wasn't ready to let him walk away yet and stuff. She slid her arms around him and hugged him. A really good, really warm hug. She rested her cheek in against his shoulder, and smiled. She was a happy bunny right then, which was kinda odd for her, but she was, and she wanted to express that.

He hugged her back, resting his cheek against the side of her hair. She was warm, and soft, and he felt like clinging to her. He was afraid if he let go, if he let her go, he was going to feel vacant again. For a split second he considered asking her to run off with him. He didn't know where, or when, or anything like that, but just the idea of being able to leave all the bullshit behind and have her with him sounded like a damn good plan. One that would do doubt land him in jail for kidnapping or some shit. Chance sighed and pressed a kiss against her head.

She stayed there, hugging him for a minute, before she started to pull away, but she took his hand. "C'mon. You can be all gentlemanly like and walk me home, and maybe like, kiss me on the porch for teen drama cheese value." she said, smiling at him.

Laughing, Chance slid his fingers between hers and reached down to scoop up his skateboard with his other arm. "I can do the gentlemanly thing every now and then, I guess." He began to lead her up the aisle toward the exit doors, realizing that for the moment, he was feeling better. Making Kaysen happy in any aspect, it seemed, did that to him.