Something to Believe in (open)

[Mia Bell]

Mia walked out of the dorm building; she was growing tired of the white walls of her dorm. She was starting to hate the winter break. There wasn’t much to do, at least on her own. In Alaska, she spent most of her free time dog sledding; at least when the dogs were up for it. But here, there wasn’t much to do by yourself, without feeling so utterly alone watching everyone else hang out with friends. She sighed and watched as the warm air from her lungs became cloudy; she grinned at the sight. One would say she did have friends to spend time with; this was true. However, Mia didn’t want to be a burden to anyone; especially not her friends. She didn’t want to seem too clingy. She only had a few close friends, very few actually. But that was okay in Mia’s books. Apart from all of this, she was content on being alone; she was used to it really.

Footsteps trailed to the pond where a layer of ice covered the pond. She sat down in the snow with a huff and crossed her legs. She looked at the frozen over pond; a little depressed not being able to see the Koi swimming. Mia took the strap of her messenger back off her shoulder and went through her bag; taking out her notebook and pencil. She flipped to an empty page, writing Dear Ma, and Grandma on the top of the page. She continued to write about resent events since the last time she wrote them. About Cameron, giving only sketchy details about what happened between them, and about decorating her common room, Liam’s apartment, and his music store, and how she wished she were able to help them decorate the house.

[Leonardo Huerta-Davis]

Winter sucked.

Plain and simple, Winter sucked. The lack of heat from the sun and the abundance of snow; oh sure, Leo was used to it and all that. But that didn't mean he had to really like it. The only plus side involved hurling snowballs at senselessly at each other for hours on end. That made it bearable. And it was fun. And it was a decent way to work out, if someone wanted to go that far.

He had walked out and was coming up to the pond when he noticed a girl with seriously weird hair sitting there writing on her lonesome. Obviously she was deep in thought, so hey why not ruin it? Leon grinned as he walked as silently as possible, scooping up some snow in his hand until it was a perfectly packed and secure snowball. When he was close enough he hurled it right at her hands and the book she was writing in. He erupted in laughter as he waited to see her reaction.

[Mia Bell]

Mia sat and wrote, not paying attention to the noises around her. It wasn’t till someone had threw a snowball at her that she started to pay attention, of course. She groaned as she looked at the paper, so much for writing it in pen; now she was going to have to rewrite it all. Mia looked at the person who had thrown the snow at her and glared at him. She couldn’t be mad, sitting outside in the snow; she was kind of asking for it. She sighed as she put her notebook, and pencil back into her bag.

Scoping up a handful of snow; looking at the boy again and smirked at him. After she had made the snow into a ball; she stood up and threw it at him. Two can play this game, though granted he wasn’t trying to write his family a letter. Before she could see if it hit him, she ran for cover by running toward the nearest bench and ducking behind it.

[Leonardo Huerta-Davis]

Leonardo threw his head back, laughter roaring from his mouth as he pressed his hands to his chest. Any more and it would seriously start to hurt. Sides splitting and all that. He wiped the tear from his eye when he realised she was glaring at him, and then before he knew it she was engulfed in the game. He hadn't expected it, but he was keen to play along.

A quick turn of his head and he ducked when she threw a snowball at him. In the same running motion he scooped up more snow and built another snowball. He eyed the place where she was curiously, realising then that she had left her bag behind. With a grin he started running towards it, keeping his eyes on her and aiming the snowball at her. "Mine!" He called as he moved, wondering what she would do next.

[Mia Bell]

Mia hadn’t thought it was that funny, but of course she didn’t. She started to wonder just how much of an ass this guy was. To purposely ruin what she was writing, at least she thought it was on purpose since the snowball hit her hands instead of her back or something; unless he just had a crappy aim. But from the laughter it seemed like her assumption was right.

It didn’t matter now though, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of her; because that’s was most likely what he was looking for. She made another snowball, but before she had a chance to throw it, the boy grabbed her bag. “Mia, you’re an idiot” She whispered to herself as she watched him.

Snowball in hand she came out from behind the bench after he had thrown the snowball. Thanks to the bench, the snowball hadn’t hit her but the snow had ended up on her and in her hair. “That’s so not fair!” She threw her snowball at him and scoped up another handful of snow. “Give it back!” Walking toward him. She wasn’t worried about him going through it. Since Odion had stolen her notebook before she now had three different ones. One was for her to write random crap in that she carried around in her bag, there really wasn’t anything too personal in it; nothing she would be worried about other people seeing. Another one was used for school purposes. And the other was kept hidden in her room, this one was her journal, the one she had a lot of very personal stuff in.

[Leonardo Huerta-Davis]

Leo's hand latched around the strap of the bag and he just kept running; he wasn't going to stand at the mercy of any snowballs. He was glad he got a little rattle out of her from the snowball in his hand. With a flourish of his arm he scooped up a little more. When she threw one at him, he used the front of her bag as a shield and the snow bounced off and fell to pieces. The running back for the school's football team wasn't about to let some girl catch him.

"One step closer and I'll dump a little more snow in your bag." He threatened, but with a sing song tone to his voice. It was a type of smugness that came from misinterpreting the boy. He held the hand of snow above the opening of the bag and stopped walking, tilting his head curiously and looking at her. "Wanna try me?"

[Mia Bell]

Mia ran after him, wanting her bag back. Because really it was hers, it had all her stuff in it. Mia grabbed another handful of snow and packed it into a ball. She didn’t throw it though, not when he was using her bag as a shield. Throwing more snowballs wouldn’t get her anywhere.

Mia stopped when he said he would dump snow in her bag. “Oh come on!” It wasn’t in a whinny voice or an annoyed voice. It was a threat she had kind of been expecting. “So, What do I have to do to get it back?” Still holding the snowball in her hand; She wondered if it was a good idea to ask that. It wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter, he had her bag.

[Leonardo Huerta-Davis]

Leon just grinned. He didn't see anything wrong with his behaviour, he was just joking with her. He assumed she was feeling the exact same way, given how she was responding. When she asked him that question he simply shrugged, peeking in the bag before looking back at her again.

"I dunno. What do you think?" He asked, "I'm open to suggestions. You could answer some random questions." He tilted his head, rolling it from one shoulder to the other before looking straight back at her again. "Like what your name is. And your dorm. And your power. Huh, maybe if you have a boyfriend or not too?" He chuckled slightly, though he raised his eyebrow curiously. Would she bother answering?

[Mia Bell]

His behavior did seem a little childish; but it was welcomed. Mia missed having these childish moments. For a moment she wondered if she should throw the snowball at him while he was looking in her bag. However, he hadn’t looked long enough for her to throw it. So, the snowball stayed in her hand. Her fingers were starting to go numb though, she wasn’t wearing real gloves, just fingerless ones.

Mia raised an eyebrow “Random questions?” And how many random questions did she have to ask before he gave her, her bag back? She sighed “Mia, not telling you, Weather manipulation, and I’m single.” She grinned and looked at him with the same curious look. “Are you going to answer your own questions? Or do I have to actually ask?” She smirked.

[Leonardo Huerta-Davis]

Leo nodded at her answers, though he had to screw his face up at the fact that she didn't answer one of them. He grinned in her direction when she asked if he was going to answer. "Nope." He replied, allowing his fingers to move idly with the snow. He wasn't going to let it all drop, but he wanted to be a little more threatening. He took a step back. "You didn't answer one, so..." He shrugged. A step back.

"Hmm..." He paused, thinking of a few more questions as his hand lowered slightly towards her bag. "How long have you been at the school? And why do you dye your hair like that?"

[Mia Bell]

Mia sighed as he said no because she hadn’t answered one of his questions. “Fine, 2-0-1 is my dorm.” Because it wasn’t a big deal that she told anyone, it wasn’t like he asked for her phone number. Not to mention, if he asked anyone on the co-ed floor where her dorm was they would know. At least that’s what she believed anyway, but she didn’t care either. “Can I at least get your name?”

When he stepped back her first instinct was to step forward but she resisted it and stayed still. “About six months, and because I like it this color? Brown hair is too boring for me. No offence, it looks great on you though!” How was she suppose to answer that kind of question?

[Leonardo Huerta-Davis]

Leonardo grinned with the sense of accomplishment when she finally answered him. Was it information he would use? Sure, if he wanted to. He just wasn't sure what he would do with it all yet. But hey, it was easy enough. "Maybe." He mused, not willing to give anything away just yet.

"Doesn't it fry your hair? Bleach and stuff, I mean." A guys answer, because obviously he had no idea. He frowned a little when she mentioned his hair. Its perfection was natural, thank you very much. "Y'know it makes you stand out a lot too, right? Who's your best friend? Oh! And what were you writing." His grip on the strap of the bag loosened, because he was more or less willing to give it back to her after this.

[Mia Bell]

If he was going to use this information in a way than Mia didn’t care. He had been asking simple questions, it wasn’t like they were personal. However, he would need to think again if he planned to show up at her dorm looking for a booty call. She groaned “I answered all of your questions!” He couldn’ t answer at least one of her questions?

Mia ran a hand through her hair “Does it look fried to you?” How she had managed not to fry her hair like others had was a good question, maybe it was the shampoo she was using. But yes she figured his hair was natural which is why she commented on it. “No, I haven’t noticed that. Thanks for telling me!” She said with a smile; being completely sarcastic though. “My best friends are Noah and Fer.” She wasn’t willing to give out last names though he probably knew both of them anyways. “I was writing a letter to my family.” She watched her bag, how many questions was she going to have to answer before getting what was hers back?

[Leonardo Huerta-Davis]

"You don't have anything against me." Leon replied. After all, she was only answering because he was holding onto her bag and threatening to drop a bunch of snow in it.

Leon nodded his head to the side; not a yes but not a no either. He grinned though, because he was just teasing. "I hope you like attention." He replied, taking another step back because of her sarcastic attitude. He knew both names out of mutual friends, but didn't really personally know them. Or her, for that matter. But when she explained what he was doing, he make sure her back was secured again before tossing it back over to her. In the next motion he turned the snow in his hands idly into a snowball. Just in case she tried to throw hers at him.

"That's enough." He said with a satisfied smirk.

[Mia Bell]

Mia stuck her tongue out at him “Point taken.” Though she would have answered most of those questions anyways, even if he wasn’t threatening her bag. “Is this how you always try to get to know people? You know there are better ways to do that, right?”

Mia shrugged “Sometimes I do. And if I don’t want the attention I can just wear a hat or a hoodie.” Really though, she didn’t get much attention from her hair; yeah, people stared at her but she didn’t care. Mia sighed as she watched him take another step back; she wasn’t going to apologize for being sarcastic though. He kinda asked for her.

Mia moved to catch her bag “thank you.” She placed the strap on her shoulder and moved closer to the boy. She still held her snowball, but her hand was at her side; it didn’t look like she was going to throw it but it also didn’t look like she was going to drop it either. “So, are you going to tell me your name now?” Because now she was really curious.