Room 420, Thursday afternoon

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Paris knew part of why she was antsy (and thank you ever so much for that, useless island), but she was blaming the other part on the missing letter from her pile of college acceptances. She'd gotten into Yale, Bryn Mawr, and Williams, but the one she really wanted was still not here.

Where was Harvard?

She looked up at her vision board, with all of the application sections had been carefully checked off and blew out a breath.

"Probably stuck in the interdimensional nexus mail or something," she muttered to herself. "It'll be here."

She propped the door open and flopped herself down on her bed with a bit of light reading--Michelle Obama's autobiography. People in her timeline were going to think she was a political savant, knowing who was going to get elected next.

[OOC: Expecting one, but open!]

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"Could go either way, but this week I think they're probably just throwing food at people with their eyes closed. I bet we get at least an order of garlic knots we didn't want," Paris said, smiling.

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"At least we don't have to worry about vampires," he joked. Also, if both people ate the garlic, it was cool.

You know. To talk.

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"You've seen through my secret plan," Paris said with a grin as she shifted a little closer.

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He perked up a little, even if it was a little anxiously because there wasn't the help of a magical spin the bottle party to push him along to being forward.

Look, he needed forward women in his life to do shit.

"Pretty sure I didn't notice any fangs the other day..."

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"How would you like to check?" Paris asked.

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"Um. Yeah," he said, startling forward toward her with all the grace of a someone who'd been kicked in the head by a horse. "Yeah, definitely."

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Thank goodness for sex pollen helping out the hopelessly teenaged!

"See if you can kiss better than Sabine," she teased.

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"...I missed that," he said, looking a little glazed at the thought of those two kissing. But he couldn't really let someone impugn his honor like that, so he pulled her in for that kiss.

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The kiss knocked some of that buzzing restlessness out of her system and Paris let out a small, surprised noise before kissing Trevor right back.

Hot Romanian guy who was nice to talk to. She'd take it!

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Excuse you, he was Wallachian. Unwillingly sometimes.

Trevor more than eagerly went along with whatever it was that they were doing here. He might not be the most experienced, but he was a fast learner.

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This felt really nice.

Not that she'd mention that to Louise, who had been telling Paris to get laid for years.

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And it was a boy from the wrong side of... time? Yeah, time. Which just made it even better.

Forbidden fruit and all that.

"Better than Sabine?" he asked, eyes completely glazed.

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"Mmm, maybe we should try again just to be sure," Paris decided.

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"Okay," he replied readily, already leaning in for another kiss. Completely without chill. Zero chill Belmont.

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Zero chill Geller was very happy to know him! What a handsome distraction he was.

And a better kisser than Sabine.