#pshawn

[penawar-iman]

You know I'm hurt. Why our time never match?

P. Shawn

[miss-avenly]

Heaven or Hell? || Shavenly

This wasn't something Ave did, it wasn't something she ever did. She had never played this game before, but she knew where it could end up. She wouldn't mind kissing Shawn, you would have to be blind to not see how attractive the boy was. Slipping into the closet Ave was nervous, as she shoved jackets around to make more room for them. Turning as he entered the closet she laughed, "Isn't this romantic, it smells like alcohol and mold."

[miss-avenly]

Sweating before Sunrise || Shavenly

Pulling up her long blonde hair into a high ponytail, Ave started out from her dorm. It was still dark outside, as the sun hadn't peaked over the horizon yet. Most students would be dead asleep at this time, and a handful would be just stumbling into bed after a long night up. The nippy morning air caused her to shiver, despite her having donned one of her many running shirts with long sleeves. Checking the time again she knew she had about thirty-five minutes before she had to meet Shawn.

Stepping up to a bench, she propped her leg and stretched her still tired muscles. Figuring she could warm up with a little run, she started off, making her usual loops around campus for about twenty minutes before jogging her way to the gym. Stopping to refill her water bottle she checked the time again. After a few moments of consideration she figured she would rather be fifteen minutes early, than one minute late. Stepping through the doors she looked around, "Shawn? Morning' Sunshine!" She called out quietly through the seemingly empty gym before she plopped herself down on a bench.