The sound of silence. (open)

[Emery Wuornos]

The day had been... uneventful, to say the least. Not that Emery minded, that was just the way she enjoyed her days, at least most of the time. She had managed to make it through classes without feeling the urge to slaughter anyone (which in itself was remarkable.) Normally this would be the time of day that Emery would spend in her room reading, alone, today however was different. For some reason the library struck her fancy as the appropriate place to read. She wasn't quite sure why, because people were free to walk around and bother her while she was in the library, but who was she to argue with her gut. Right? They had handed out a new book in the book club yesterday, and Emery was almost finished with it. Another hour and she should be through.

She sat in one of the more cushioned chairs, facing a window, her back turned to the rest of the library. It was a particularly rainy day outside, and Emery liked to watch the rain run down the windows when her eyes burned from staring at the pages for too long. That and she was hoping that no one would really notice her sitting there.

She was, after all, a very easily looked over young girl. There wasn't really anything special or noticeable about the way she looked, especially not today. Her long brown hair was left down, and wavy, it was pulled over her left shoulder, and she was currently twisting the ends in her hand. She was dressed in an olive long sleeved shirt, over-sized of course, and a pair of black skinny jeans, camel colored mid-calf boots completed her outfit.

She chewed on her bottom lip as she became engulfed in the book that was laid out on her lap. She didn't even hear the footsteps as they approached.

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[Carter Chevalier]

There was a book club, Carter knew. Because he joined it. One could argue that he joined it the moment he found out that Emery was involved in it. And if they did Carter would deny, deny, deny.

No copies left in the library.

Carter wasn't one to often spend time in the school library. If he wanted a book, he'd just go buy it. If it meant flying across the state then so be it. It was no secret that the twin came from a wealthy family. But he had an feeling that someone in particular would be borrowing out a copy, and as he searched the library it seemed he was right. He spotted her with the book in hand, twirling her hair and facing out the window. That made sneaking up on her easy. As he approached, the tall French boy peered over her shoulder and breathed a heavy sigh near her ear.

"Oh, you're only on that page." Carter said aloud, leaning back slightly with an amused smirk, "Here I thought you would have finished by now. Dragging your feet as usual?"

[Emery Wuornos]

She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. It was a good thing she wasn't facing him, because he would have taken notice of the faint smile that had made its way onto her usually emotionless face. "Have you even opened the book yet, Carter?" she hissed, turning to face him, and pushing a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes. The truth was she did sometimes enjoy his company. She would never admit this, of course, because she enjoyed the hate/hate relationship that they shared. It had been going strong for four years now.

She could tell that he hadn't by the smirk on his face, which caused her to shake her head. "I didn't think so, why would you even join the book club if you had no intention on reading the books?" She didn't understand how someone could just... not like to read. Then again it is Carter that we're talking about here.

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[Carter Chevalier]

Carter was struck by the comment about not yet opening the book. Yet when she turned to look at him, he was still carrying that trademarked amused smirk on his face. "You look wonderful today, Emery. A shining light on such a dark day." Carter replied, avoiding her question entirely and taking the usual chance at flirtation with her. "You'd look even brighter in the rain. Clothes clinging to you, hair dishevelled on your face. I could come along at the right time and brush it from your forehead with a gentle motion." Carter mused, looking out the window as if watching the scene take place.

He raised his hand to her to stop her once she asked her question, closing his eyes. "You could ask me what I was doing; angrily, because you'd never want to admit that you'd like a Chevalier to be your knight in shining armour. I wouldn't speak, but instead wrap my arms tentatively around your shoulders, as if somehow shielding you from the cold the rain offers." He paused, a sigh passing through his lips.

"If only you'd indulged me all those years ago." Carter shrugged, opening his eyes again to drink her in. "I read the books."

[Emery Wuornos]

Emery sighed and waved off his comments. He was always saying things like that, proposing these romantic scenes, like they were living out a Nickolas Sparks book. It might have been a nice gesture if Emery hadn't seen him do the same thing to countless girls before him. It almost made her sick, the way girls fawned over him. Sure he was handsome, had a way with words, and always tended to smell really nice. But after you look past all that, what was left? Right? ...right? Oh well, anyway, Emery had heard it thousands of times, and a roll of the eyes was the only response he ever got.

It was funny the way he refused to give up, in that annoying kind of way.

"Please, Carter, I just ate." She replied, covering her mouth with her hand, joking that she might just throw up at the thought of it. She knew it wouldn't discourage him, but it was always fun to see the look on his face.

If she were being honest with herself Emery would have to say that she liked it when Carter flirted with her. What girl wouldn't like to have compliments thrown at them every day, it was definitely a self-esteem booster, which was something that Emery needed on the regular.

"What did you think of it?" she asked, holding the book up, while simultaneously pulling her right leg underneath her. She had been sitting in the same position for a pretty long time and her hips were beginning to ache. Joint pains were one of the side effects of her power. Sometimes she felt like she was living in a 40 year olds body.

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[Carter Chevalier]

"Without me? That's a little harsh, don't you think? I'm sure you'd prefer a lunch date than the normality of eating alone in the cafeteria." Carter quipped. Still, he grinned at her action; a girl willing to say no was much more interesting to chase than the ones who gave it all away for free.

Carter shrugged, turning and moving towards a nearby vacant seat. He pressed his hands to the back of it, leaning forward slightly. Not yet daring enough to sit down. "It had some flaws. No one was radiantly baked in the moonlight." He replied, pursing his lips in defeat before a light bulb seemingly went off in his head. "Oh, you meant the book? I thought you were going to critique my deepest fantasies."

[Emery Wuornos]

Emery chose to ignore the bit about eating lunch, he knew good and well that she preferred to eat it by herself, in the cafeteria, with her headphones in so there was no chance she could eavesdrop on the conversations of the people sitting near her. She scowled, her top lip curling up at the thought of it/ "I don't want to think about your deepest fantasies, let alone critique them." her voice was dripping with disdain as she tightened the cardigan that she had draped over her shoulders. Emery rarely ever got cold, but liked the comfort of something being wrapped around her.

She was quite annoyed at the fact that her quiet reading session had been interrupted, then again, what did she expect coming into the library where everyone roamed freely? It's not like she'd be doing any better in her dorm, since she shared that with Carter as well. The only place Emery really had any peace from him was in her bedroom, and she couldn't keep herself cooped up in there all day, could she?

"So, was there a reason you decided to come bug me today, or were you just bored?" she snapped, a very noticeably fake smile plastered on her face.

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter nodded at her words, as if agreeing with her. "I understand, say no more." He replied, raising his hands as if physically backing away from the conversation at hand. Well, not completely. "It's difficult for you to think about. Admitting your feelings after such a long stint of being cold must be difficult. Better to block it out until all that energy forces you to indulge late one night. I'll wait." After all, they were roommates.

"Ahh, you denoted my second ability. Psychic GSP." Carter mused, grinning as he paused. Apparently it would kill her to show a sliver of kindness or humanity, so he figured he might as well play on it for his own amusement. "I knew exactly where you were going to be in this exact moment, and I felt the need to seek you out just to torment you by unearthing your secret desires."

[Emery Wuornos]

She sighed, maybe he was right. Maybe she did have feelings for him, and was just too afraid to admit it. But could anyone blame her? He would come hom with a different girl, or guy, every night of the week if he could. Why would she waste her time acting on feelings for someone like that when at any given moment he could take those feelings, crumple them into a ball, and set them ablaze in a trash bin? No, it was much safer (and easier) to be cold towards him.

"Oh, well I'm glad you understnand then." She replied, the sarcasm so thick it was practically dripping from her lips.

"The only secret desires I have that involve you, Carter, are my desires for you to find someone else to flirt with. And those aren't really that much of a secret now, are they?" she hissed, adding in a faint smile. Looking around the library she noticed that they were the only two in there, at least the only two in plane sight. Where was everyone else? What time was it? She had spent so long reading that it had escaped her, but looking out the window it was dark, which meant it was probably late.

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[Carter Chevalier]

Carter shrugged his shoulders, releasing his hold on the back of the chair and rounding around to sit down. Carter leaned back in his seat, indicating that despite her words he wasn't planning on going anywhere. "If I were to believe the way you always talk, then no; that's no secret." He replied calmly, returning her smile with one of his own. It was then that he noticed the way she looked around and his eyes followed. It was practically dark out. Carter leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his thighs and hsi head in his hands.

"Then there's no need to be so cold? We are all alone here." Carter began again, an exasperated sigh falling from his lips as he glanced towards her again. "I won't tell a soul."

[Emery Wuornos]

Emery sighed, slouching a bit in her seat. She was bored, of the conversation, of the library, of this plotless book that they had assigned her to read. She was bored of it all. A small bit of hair had fallen in fron of her hair, and reaching her long slender fingers towards it she pushed the hair behind her ears.

"We are all alone, aren't we?" Emery asked, putting on her best "come hither" voice. She was about to unbore herself, at the expense of Carter. Poor soul.

She stood from her spot on the small sofa, and walked over to the spot where he had made himself comfortable. She could tell he was confused, but surprisingly pleased by the look on his face. She began to run her fingers through his hair, as she stood beside him, kneeling down so that she could whisper in his ear.

"Tell me, Carter, what do you suggest we do with all this alone time?" she asked, her hands moving from his hair to his shoulders, applying a slight bit of pressure as she rubbed.

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[Carter Chevalier]

"I can think of only two reasons why anyone would bother venturing into the library at night." Carter pointed out, never one to really bother using the building for study. He seemed relatively unphased by her sudden switch in demeanour. Despite her wishes, thoughts and beliefs in her own abilities, such a flip couldn't go unnoticed. It was how he reacted to it that would determine its success. Even he wasn't sure.

Her fingers ran lines through his hair, and his blue eyes flicked their gaze towards her when she knelt down. With such proximity, he could feel her breath against his cheek when she whispered such words into his ear.

"That depends on what you're asking for." Carter replied finally, finding himself comfortably in his seat. He moved to stretch a leg out, resting his ankle on his knee and pressing his fingertips together.

[Emery Wuornos]

So sorry this took me so long, please don't hate me! D; lol

Emery smiled, her fingers running through his soft blonde hair. He smelled nice, but she wouldn't tell him that, she was actually mentally slapping herself for even thinking it. Sure, it was fun to play with Carter, but it was stupid to actually feel for him, and she knew that.

"I'm asking for you to tell me more about those fantasies of yours, Carter." Her voice was low, and soft. She bit her bottom lip after finishing her sentence, her eyelashes batting in his direction.

She began rubbing his leg, looking up at him for any sort of reaction. "Please?"

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter couldn't deny that it felt somewhat gratifying to have Emery's hands all over him. He curled his fingers together in front of him, leaning into her touch as he craned his neck back. He finally glanced at her when she spoke, catching the flow of her eyelashes and the way her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. Almost as if she were suddenly shrouded in desperation.

Maybe she was bored.

His lips curled into a slight grin at a corner only, and slowly his eyelids closed. "Have you ever seen a wasp in its element?" Carter asked. "Not the animal kind. The one more pressed into human society." The high socialites. The ones he grew up with.