we've got one chance to break out;

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

closed for; Telly.

Brayden made his way to the Quality Quarters. It was almost 1:00 a.m. Yes, it was after hours. Very muchly. But he was meeting wonder woman Telly here. Stealthily, he tip toed in his black pants, black sweatshirt, and black and red converse. He figured the outfit was very fitting for tonight's plan.

In his hoodie pocket, a bulge could be seen. He was carrying two spray cans of green paint. One for himself, and of course, one for Tellyphone. Every now and then, they clanked together. Such as when Brayden took the stairs upwards. Thankfully though, the professors seemed to be very sound asleep. Maybe he should have worn a face mask.

Brayden slipped into the destined room and looked around. Telly wasn't there yet :[ He checked his watch. 12:53. He walked over to the couch and laid down on it. No sense in starting without her; she'd be mad. So he would rest before she got there. He would probably need it, since Telly was so hyper and bubbly all the time :]

[telly]

[/b] noticiable...

All sneaky like, the little girl tip-toed out of the slytherin tower and skipped rather quietly down the hall. Hm, not many perfects out on patrol tonight. Or so it seemed. Those darn perfects were rather stealth like. She glanced every which way, keeping an eye out for one of those sneaky perfects. More importantly her brutha, Jackson. Telly wouldn't want to give him a bad rep. He's in a load of trouble already. He doesn't need more wood in the fire.

A tiny pitter patter echoed through the corridors as she made it to her destination. The Quality Quarters, or the Q.Q as a lot of people call it. She was on a secret mission with Mistah Supaman. They were going to do something so Slytherin-y, its not even funny. What are they going to do exactly? Well, lets just say that it has to do with spraypaint and a little immagination. Hopefully they won't get into too much trouble, or if they are lucky, none at all. It'd be amazing if they didn't get caught. -nodnod-

Stepping into the dim room, Telly spotted her supaman spread out on the couch, sleeping away like a little baby. Awwh, he had the same expression on his face as whe she first met him at the lake. Dreamy and calm. It reminded her of someone, someone very special, or well, was very special to her. Her ex infact. Jordan.

But lets not get into that, yes?

A small giggle escaped her mouth as she smiled. Tip-toeing over to the sleepy boy Tells hovered his face and giggled again. With a quick little pokey in his tummy, she whisperd to him.[/color] 'Wakey wakey sleepy head." Her mind was playing that amazing day over and over again as she awaited for supaman to become alive.[/ul][/size][/font]

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

Brayden grunted a bit and opened one eye. Telly was standing before him. Surely she was the one who poked him and woke him up. Who else would be up at 1 a.m...on a school night? Just him and Telly. But barely him...since he had dozed off before Telly got here. He sure did sleep a lot. He first met Telly when he was half asleep. Fun day.

Seeing Telly's pretty blue eyes almost made him forget about Demi and her new boyfriend [or so he thought he was.] But the thought always lingered in the back of his head, weighing him down, and making him a bit sad. Hopefully their mischievous act that was about to take place would fully get his mind off of it. Telly made him happy anyway.

"Heya, Princess." Brayden got up off the couch and spun around, looking for a good wall. He reached into his pocket and pulled out both of the spray cans. An evil smirk was playing on his face. "Are you ready?" He asked, tossing her one of the spray cans and gripping the other one in his own hand.

Brayden pulled his hood up over his head and nodded toward one of the walls. It was fairly empty, save for a few portraits. But they wouldn't need to paint over them to get the job done [and painting over them would get them into more trouble, if they did get caught. Destroying property wasn't Brayden's style]. There was plenty of room on the wall otherwise.

[telly]

[/b] semi-evil soon, people would start to wonder why she was in Slytherin at all. Right? So this right here, this little urm. Art class they're doing. Is much needed. Almost mandatory. :]

Pulling the hood of her black hoodie as Brayden did, she winced. Darn bobbypin pricked the back of her neck. A soft cuss word escaped Tellys mouth and she pushed it back into place, pulling the hood on afterwards. In her all black attire, the little girl felt like she was on the IMF. Dun dun dunnn! Or the FBI. That'd be a pretty awesome job. But not for Tellys. She'd rather be a photographer. So, as always, her magical little camera was in her hand. Tells took that darn little thing everywhere. Litterally.

Catching the paint can in one hand, the girl started to shake it lightly, making as little noise as possible. Princess and her Prince wouldnt want to have the evil servants to tattle-tale on them. Espessially when they need all the house points they can get. At least they're not too far behind. Only seven points behind Ravenclaw. For now anyways.

Nodding at his selection for the wall she tugged at the cap of the can, pulling it off with ease. Now for the fun part. It was time that the Slytherins had some well deserved respect. Not all of the Slyterins were evil. Take Telly for instant. She's bright and hyper. Like a bright sunshine yellow crayon. And Brayden, who is like the silly and wacky lime green crayon. Awh. They complement eachother like colors.

Giving Supaman a nod as in yes, the ends of her lips curved up into a smile. Turning towards the empty wall, she pressed on the "spray" button, and drew the letter "S"[/color][/ul][/size][/font]

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

He smiled as Telly went all stealth and sneaky like in her black black black attire. It was cute how her bright hair and eyes stuck out like glow sticks against the black of everything; the room, their clothes. And she was so tiny. If they got caught, she probably wouldn't get in trouble because one look at those pretty little eyes and tiny little body, and your smitten. She kind of reminded Brayden of a kitten. Better than a kitten. But everyone loved a kitten. So everyone must love Telly more.

That made Brayden scowl a bit, though. He wondered if Telly was hanging out with any other guys. :[ It would make him sad...really sad. But he would get over it. Maybe he should ask Telly instead of over analyzing. "..." He shut his mouth back up. No, he wouldn't ask her now. Tonight wasn't the time for lovey stuff. They were on a mission >=)

He watched Telly draw the S. Dun dun dun. This meant they were really doing it! Brayden's heart beat quickened and he sprayed an"LYTHER" next to her S. He waited for her to keep spraying after him. They could divide it up equally. Maybe they could even add little drawings around it. How creative!

A slight thump made him jump. But looking around, no one was in sight. No teachers. No students. But then a little furry fuzz ball cat scampered past them and Brayden rolled his eyes, and turned back to the wall. It was looking amazing already.

[telly]

occ: crummy post alert! crummy post alert!

[/i] The little one thought to herself, spraying in the 'N' in ‘Slytherin’. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Feeling rather proud of herself, Tells took a few steps back, to get a better look at their soon to be finished piece of history. After a rather thorough inspection, the girl approved. A smile on her face, she looked at Supaman, giving him the signal to finish their mission.

A nod in Braydens direction, Telly could feel something under her feet. It was furry and practically invisible in the faint light. Shocked by the touch of the moving thing, Telly took a step back, accidently stepping on the animals tail. With a loud meow coming from below, Telly uttered a gasp, tripping on whatever was down there. She was guessing a kitty, not that she had any time to look. With a quick step forward, Telly tripped on whatever was down there. A slow, almost movie like fall, the girl fell on Mr. Supaman. Their lips touching, her hands on his chest. Did Telly just kiss Brayden? Did she? Utterly confused, the girl just froze for a moment. Their lips still touching, the second year relaxed a bit. It felt good, really good actually. But wait. No! This was wrong. Or so she thought. Feeling completely embarrassed the little one pulled her mouth away and stood up quickly, feeling dizzier than a duck.[/color]

”I..I’m so sorry…” was all she could say. She was dumbfounded and completely shocked. Telly, the little second year, just kissed Brayden, the cute fourth year. Oh boy… Still dizzy, Tellys vision couldn’t focus, she was blind as a bat. Some how or another, she ended up on the couch. Feeling sick to her stomach.[/ul][/size][/font]

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

Brayden held his spray can up and away from his face and began to finish their spectacular work. Ohyes, they were certainly Slytherins. Carefully, he sprayed the ending 'S' on 'SLYTHERINS', and began to paint the second word. He didn't even finished the 'U' in 'RULE' when Telly's body collided into his. Brayden attempted to keep them both upright by grabbing onto Telly's waist; but by then, he was also falling. Thankfully, the fall didn't hurt.

Awkwardly at first, Telly's lips pressed into Brayden's and he shut his eyes. Though it was accidental, the kiss sent shivers up his spine and he couldn't help but smile a little as their lips still touched. He hadn't kissed anyone since Kami, and he realized just now how much he missed the wonderful feeling. And he liked that Telly gave him that wonderful feeling, as well. But as soon as it began, it had ended. Brayden's face was full of confusion and shock.

"I..I’m so sorry…" "Don't apologize." He muttered, shifting his eyes to Telly's position on the couch. An apology meant that she had done something wrong; and he certainly didn't feel she had. He turned away for a moment, and stared at their nearly finished work. But his mind wasn't on that, of course. He was thinking of what to do next.

In slow and careful movements, Brayden was sitting on the coffee table across from the couch. "Are you alright?" He asked, peering at Telly. But no more than three seconds later, Brayden leaned over, placed his hand on her cheek, and pressed his lips against Telly's once more.

[telly]

[/i]. That cleared her mind a tad. Does this mean that he likes her back? If it isn't obvious already then something is wrong with Tells. Fer sure. In some ways he reminded her of Jordan. And in some ways not. The nots were good nots though. :]

Hearing his question, Telly nodded her head.[/color] "I'm fi-" She couldn't even finish for Braydens lips touched hers once more. This time with more passion, as if he actually felt something the first time. Just like she had. His hand touching her face, Telly practically melted into his arms. Her hands resting on the back of his neck.

This felt real. The kiss, the mission, the...everything. Even the setting was sureal.

Feeling her guard slowly lowering its self, Telly kissed him even harder. With more passion than she had even though she could give. She had to make this moment last. Chantal Rosland Hurley aka Telly aka Wonder Woman, has fallen for her Supaman. Fallen pretty darn hard too. This moment prooves it. Just like in her dreams.[/ul][/size][/font]

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

Brayden was happy that Telly hadn't pushed him away. Or rather, if he wasn't thinking about just the kiss; he'd feel happy. The kiss was a euphoria all in its own. But by not pushing him away, Brayden knew that she felt something as well. He never kissed a girl he wasn't dating; the question was, would they become a couple soon after this?

As the time passed, the kiss only grew more passionate. It was probably a good thing that it was late at night and they were the only two people in the Quality Quarters. People might have been shouting 'get a room'! and all that fun stuff if they had seen.

But it was real. Whether they chose to ignore it or embrace it after tonight passed; he knew it was real. There was no denying it. At this moment, age suddenly didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the two of them.

Brayden finally pulled away for a second and found himself sitting next to Telly on the couch. When had he moved here? The kiss must have had him drunk, because he certainly didn't remember moving. Brayden kissed her once more and pulled back again, just looking at her. Waiting for some sort of response.