Portrait of the Most Beautiful Thing Ever

"No, don't move! Keep it right there!" cried Greg, adjusting his canvas. The model was perfect -- gorgeous, exquisite. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. The very idea of such a beautiful thing took his breath away. "Stormy, I said don't move that pie!" He snapped, looking up from his masterpiece in progress.

The apple pie sat on the table, beautiful and golden. Trina stood behind it, glaring daggers at the idiot that sat in front of her. Painting a picture of a pie? A waste of time. He should have been doing something constructive with his life, rather than wasting it on a canvas. "You have got to be kidding me. I'm just letting my pie cool. You aren't serious about painting this thing? -- I mean, I know it is beautiful and all, but . . . don't you have something better to do?" She looked at the boy quizzically, as a copy of him forcibly moved her from the pie's presence. You mustn't disturb the redhead's models.

"I'm perfectly serious, sweetheart. Don't interrupt genius -- this pie. She's a beauty," Greg said, as his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth. He had a habit of that while he painted.

Shooing the clone away from her, Trina gave Greg a severe look. "Put that paintbrush down," She commanded. The boy didn't budge. Trina, swallowing hard with regret (before it even happened), sent a gust of wind towards the pie. It fell onto the ground, completely ruined. Greg gasped and dramatically swooned.

Smiling triumphantly, she took the paintbrush from his devastated hands and painted a pretty red 'x' on the canvas. Greg was groveling on the ground, holding pieces of apple pie in his hands. "She was so young!"

From the window of the dorm, facing the courtyard, Avery held a bow. Her eye had a glint of mischief in it. With no electronics, entertainment was a rarity.
Avery had her sites set on Trina. She was about to pull an arrow back, when someone from behind her made her jump.

Carter walked past the two bickering, and he raised an eyebrow. What a beautiful painting- or not... Oh my, is that a pie? Nevermind, then. He felt a little bad for the guy- and the poor little pie.
Carter always had a sweet spot for- well, sweets. It broke his heart to see such an artistic piece go to waste.
Thinking about it, he paused, then stopped to help Greg. "Are you okay, man?" He asked tentatively, keeping his distance.

Logan, passing by Avery, frowned whenever he saw the bow. "Hey miss... Is that safe?" He asked, stopping and crossing his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow and amusement.
Honestly, she was a little scary of a sight to see- especially when she was aiming at people below.

Avery yelped in fright. Her bow shot down in an effort to hide it, and the arrow she had in it went through her foot. "Ah!" she cried, spinning around to confront the person. "What giv-"
She blinked at Logan. Now that she saw the guy, he looked quite nice. "H-hi..." she said with a smirk, a blush forming across her face.

Greg, with pie guts on his hands, grabbed Carter's shirt hysterically. "It was perfect! And now it's ruined!" He moaned, and threw himself to the ground, lying in pie filth. "Just leave me. There's no hope for me now." He said dramatically, closing his eyes.

Trina watched, chewing on a lemon square that she had made right before the apple pie. She'd have to evaluate the recipe. It wasn't as perfect as it should be.

Logan's eyes widened, and he raced over to her. "Shit! I'm so sorry! Is your foot okay? Do you need to see the nurse?" He as frantically, leaning down to look at her foot, totally not noticing the blush or the greeting.

"Ha- hang in there man..." Carter replied, showing a rare case of surprise. He looked up at Trina and mouthed, [i]Whhaat?[/color] Before awkwardly patting Greg's back. "There's always hope for it. Can't you remember what it looks like?" He said, a failure at helping.

"No. I need to see you, my love." she said, bending down and whispering in his ear. She then proceeded to try to kiss him.

"No! No! No! No!" Greg said, despair riddling his voice. He sat up from the pie, pointing at Trina. "That bitch who thinks she Martha Stewart ruined it. You know, I think she practices witchcraft," He whispered to Carter, putting a finger in his mouth. mmm. apples.

"Whhhaa?" Logan stuttered, stumbling back. He had never really had a girl like him, or be this blunt about it! He honestly didn't know how to react to it. "What's your name?" He asked tentatively, trying to keep his distance.

Carter rolled his eyes. "Who would she ruin a perfectly good pie?" He asked, a little annoyed over it all. Looking at Trina, he tilted his head. Yeah, he could see the Martha in her. Just from appearance.
He looked around, then toke a taste of the pie himself. Oh God, it was like Heaven~.

"Avery, as in 'A very love strucken person.'" she whispered, her lips dangerously close to his.

"Because she's a bitter hag that hates when people are inspired," Greg said, a little too loudly. Trina put her lemon square onto her tray indignantly and strode over to the two, wearing her pleasant smile that shadowed any emotion on her face other than . . . pleasantness.

"So gentleme. . . " Trina looked Carter over quizzically, and corrected, "Boys." She decided, smiling as pleasantly as ever. "I understand that you aren't fed much at home, but really, you mustn't eat from the floor. It's terribly uncouth." She gave them both a very Martha-look, and crossed her arms. "Now, Gregory, and you -- help me clean this mess up."

Logan had a frightened look on his face as he desperately tried to run free. "Bu- but.. I don't even know you!" He cried, wondering for a moment if she was a ghost or a demon. He stood up for a moment, walking backwards before slipping and falling on the tile floor. "Oww.." He mumbled, giving up on his attempt of escaping. Raaaape~. D8

Carter frowned at the boy comment. Truthfully, he looked younger than some of the other kids, like someone around the age of eleven or so, but he didn't act like it.
"You know, I don't remember giving you the right to comment on anything I do." The thirteen year old replied calmly, dipping his finger in the destroyed pie and licking it clean slowly. "And this mess isn't my problem." He challenged.

Avery jumped on him, putting her arms around his neck. "Don't try to escape, my love. I don't know what I would do without you." she whispered, and pressed her lips to his shortly, before she vigorously pulled herself back off. "Ah! I'm so sorry!" she squealed. "IshotmyselfinthefootandthearrowmademeloveyoubutIwasabletofightitrightnowbutyoushouldreallyrunbefore-"
She talked fast to get every word out before the effect took a hold of her. "Before I kiss you again, my dear!" she cried, diving at him once more.

Trina clenched her fists, but maintained her composure. She smiled widely, and gave Carter a rather patronizing look. "I don't remember you having the right to speak to a lady like that, young man," She said matter-of-factly, nodding her head sharply. "Did your mother not teach you any manners? The least you can do is help out. When someone is in need, you help them, you know." She said cheerily, as she carefully put pieces of pie into a white garbage bag.

Greg still lay there, exasperated.

Logan tried to squirm away, but he couldn't move. I mean, he had a pretty girl sitting on top of him, and then she kissed him!
His eyes widened as he listened to her rapid speaking. Was this her power? Well damn! When would it stop! He groaned and forcefully pushed her off. "Please stop! You don't like me!" He told her, trying to convince her to leave him alone.

Carter sighed and rolled his eyes, but feeling a little bad for not helping. "Alright. What do I do?" He asked, understanding Greg's dislike for the girl a little more.

"Of course I do!" she said with a giggle. She then pulled out the bow. "And soon, you will too!"

Trina handed him the garbage bag as she stood up, brushing herself off. She sent him another forced smile and waved him off. "Be a dear and dispose of this. Consider yourself courteous." She said, stepping over Greg's limp form. He was muttering something along the lines of 'whyyyyyy'.

Logan's green eyes widened as they found the bow. "Ple- please don't..." He begged slowly, taking a few scoots back. He didn't want to hurt the girl, but it seemed he had no other choice- unless he wanted to be a lovestruck fool for the rest of the day. He jerkingly kicked forward, hitting Avery in the stomach. Then he backed up more and stood, freezing to make sure she was alright. One question was on his mind- where was Hana when you need her?

Carter's frown grew. "What, no help?" He complained, looking from Greg to Trina as he lifted the trash bag in the air out of annoyance.

Avery held her stomach, crouching. "Ow. You hurt me~" she said in a cute but sad voice. "You'll pay for that!"
She shot up and shot an arrow, just whizzing by his head.

Trina and Greg both gave the kid a confused look, staring at him as if he were crazy. "Run along," Trina said, rolling her eyes.

Carter looked back, pouting. "Fi-fine..." He mumbled, embarrassed. He began scooping up pieces of pie, wondering how this girl pinned the job on him, even though he had nothing to do with it. The nerve! And yet, the thirteen year old continued to clean up the mess, shooting Greg and Trina glares.

"He- hey!" Logan cried out, watching the arrow shoot past him. "Hey, don't hurt me.. If.. if you love me." He said innocently, sickened that he had to play that card. Then he darted off, in the opposite direction, hoping to find his dorm so he could lock her out.

"Silly. This doesn't really hurt you." Avery said with a giggle. "It just lets us be together."
She ran after him, shooting more unsuccessful arrows.

"I don't want to be with you, though!" Logan groaned, stepping out of the way from the range of another arrow. God, how many of these things does she have?! He cried inwardly.
Turning the corner, he stumbled into a darkened room and shut the door. Finding no lock, he gulped, but slid to the ground. Glad that's over... Looking around, he noticed it was a janitor's closet. And that there was a ghost sitting across from him. He almost yelled out in surprise, but didn't want the ghost to know Logan saw it. And he didn't want to give away his location...

Ghost? o3o


*clears throat*

Avery went running down the hall, not knowing he went into the closet. She ran past, calling for him.

Logan can see ghosts. xD

Listening to her pass, Logan sighed in relief. He slowly stood and opened the door silently. He looked out the ajar door, and stepped out. Finally safe... He thought, relieved.