From: spiceitup	Date: February 20th, 2011 12:04 am (UTC)		(Link)
Jools/Bobby

"I would," he insisted. "Would you eat them?" He was already formulating ideas, and dismissing them just as quickly. One was coming to the forefront rather demandingly however.

Jools smelled nice, like the roses in his mom's garden. Rosewater sugar cookies couldn't be an awful disaster, could they? He stared off into space for a little while, deep in thought.

	From: jools	Date: February 20th, 2011 12:54 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Jools/Bobby

"I'd eat anything you baked." She meant it too. "And I'd be brutally honest about how they tasted."

She sipped at her punch to get rid of the taste of the cookie abortion she only nibbled. "Do you have a breath mint or something?"

From: spiceitup	Date: February 20th, 2011 01:01 am (UTC)		(Link)
Jools/Bobby

Crap! I've been assaulting her with bad breath!

"No..." He squeaked sheepishly. "I can go find some?"

	From: jools	Date: February 20th, 2011 01:05 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Jools/Bobby

"Oh, it's not a big deal. I just want the taste of that cookie out of my mouth." She swigged some more punch and moved toward the punch bowl to fill her empty glass.

From: spiceitup	Date: February 20th, 2011 01:12 am (UTC)		(Link)
Jools/Bobby

Oh. Oh thank god.

"You should have some of the orange slices," he said, indicating the tray of fruit that had so far been completely shunned by the students. "The citrus should cancel out the chocolate, or at least change up the leftover taste."

For his part, he pulled out an apple quarter. It wouldn't have been his first choice, but if the cookies were as bad as Jools said...

	From: jools	Date: February 20th, 2011 01:46 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Jools/Bobby

She reached over and picked out an orange slice. She sucked on it for a moment before realizing she was sucking on it in front of Bobby and then lumped it into her mouth.

After a moment the awful, cheap tasting chocolate melted to something better, like chocolate orange slices.

Then she did something really bold. "Cute and helpful." She bit her lip and shrugged her shoulder into his. "You're my new favorite."

From: spiceitup	Date: February 20th, 2011 02:00 am (UTC)		(Link)
Jools/Bobby

Bobby turned a completely new shade of pink and made a noise that sounded a little bit like an alien choking on an exploding pig. He liked the sound of being Jools' favourite.

"For you, any time." He smiled weakly at her, a little light-headed. "I think... I would like to sit down."

	From: jools	Date: February 20th, 2011 03:47 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Jools/Bobby

"You sure the punch wasn't spiked?" she teased and took his hand a little roughly to lead him to a table. She pulled out a chair for him and stood for a moment looking over the pink and also somehow pale boy.

"I could fan you. I'm not going to feed you grapes though," she joked as she sat next to him, not realizing her hand was still entwined with his until she tried to pull it into her lap.

From: spiceitup	Date: February 20th, 2011 03:57 am (UTC)		(Link)
Jools/Bobby

"Oh, there go my dreams," he joked, before purpling a little. He couldn't believe he'd actually said it. "Not... that you're like a sex object or something, that's really bad." Oh great, now he'd gone and said 'sex'. "I mean, you're not bad, I'm just-- women aren't sex objects. I'm not gay, I like women. Well, I like you. Shit!"

	From: jools	Date: February 20th, 2011 03:59 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Jools/Bobby

She watched him in bemused horror and then a kind of fondness she'd never felt for anyone else. She leaned in a little closer and before she could change her mind she kissed his cheek.

"You're not bad either."

Then she shied back away and let go of his hand so she could curl her own fingers together and press some of her tension into her grip.

From: spiceitup	Date: February 20th, 2011 04:07 am (UTC)		(Link)
Jools/Bobby

"I am really sorry," he started, before being stunned into total silence at the quick, chaste press of her lips against his cheek.

She must have disconnected a wire or something, because he sat there perfectly still, staring dumbly at her. She was absolutely his Kryptonite. Or the chair from Dollhouse-- that was actually better, because it had the brain wipe part.

Aaaand now he had to not say that out loud.

	From: jools	Date: February 20th, 2011 04:28 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Jools/Bobby

Jools was self conscious enough to worry that she'd ruined it. She tried not to let her disappointment show in her face.

"Sorry. That was very forward. I shouldn't have."

She clenched her hands in her lap even harder and debated getting up and running away before this little embarrassing tidbit became major school gossip (though with the massive lesbian breakup scene, Jools picked a great night to embarrass herself).

From: spiceitup	Date: February 20th, 2011 04:52 am (UTC)		(Link)
Jools/Bobby

He stared some more, before finally snapping out of it, to smile at her and say, "Yes you should," and then look at his hands all bunched up nervously.

"This would have been forward." He reached over and covered her hands with his own, and leaned forward to place a quick kiss on her lips before either of them could freak out and run away.

	From: jools	Date: February 20th, 2011 05:18 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Jools/Bobby

Jools began to quietly panic. Cheek kisses were fine, she figured; they did it in France all the time. But lip kisses, even chaste lip kisses like the one she had just experienced... Boys tended to like to know who they were kissing when they kissed someone on the lips.

For the most part, Bobby knew Jools, about as well as she let anyone know her. But he didn't know about Julien. She felt a mixture of fear and shame and horror at the very idea.

She smiled at him in that panicked way and kept her hands clenched tightly beneath his. She pulled her lips away before he could kiss her again or get closer.

"Uh. I think I need another drink," she said hurriedly and stood up, moving quickly to the refreshment table.

From: spiceitup	Date: February 20th, 2011 05:46 am (UTC)		(Link)
Jools/Bobby

Blew it. He sat back and sighed. That would teach him for trying to move out of the comfortable awkwardness that was his usual state of being. He rubbed the back of his head and looked around for Sam and Colby. It might be easier to talk and not be awkward in a group.