In the freshman dorms a certain blond was sitting on her bed, absent mindedly brushing her long blond hair. Though the Rapunzel reincarnation's just over six feet of hair wasn't tangled, she had spent nearly an hour just sitting there staring out her window brushing it. She have been talking to her friend Ara, who was a year older than her, and Ara kept bringing up Trevor. Always poking at her with words hinting at Kelly having a relationship with her. Initially Kelly had been rather oblivious, but after a week or so she caught on and started brushing off these things and changing the subject, not exactly opposed to the idea, just nervous about admitting it. Ara had given in and started getting more blunt shortly after and started offering advice to the younger girl about possibly talking to Trev, since it had become obvious to both girls that Kelly really liked Trev. But even after she agreed to talk to him she had been putting it off and putting it off.
Now it was a weekend, no classes to keep her busy, and the day before, Friday, Ara had prodded her into messaging Trev asking to meet him somewhere today. In a tower, away from prying eyes of course, Kells was already a tinge on edge, and rather nervous, since her had never had to do anything like this before and it was sort of intimidating. Kells chewed on her lower lip and looked at her clock. She needed to get ready. She had about forty-five minutes to get there to meet him, and while she was already dressed, she did have to spend a bit of time getting her hair up so it was out of the way. Luckily, she had lots of practice, and it only took her fifteen minutes to braid her hair into a bun and head out.
Raquel reached the tower a few minutes before the time they agreed to meet and she sat on the window sill to wait. It was agonizing. Because she wasn't even entirely sure what to say and she couldn't stop thinking about it. But Ara had assured her she was fully capable of talking to him and that it would go well for her. So she waited, humming to herself and trying not to stress herself out by thinking about what to say. She'd just... work on saying what she had to say when she started saying it.... That would work right? Just as long as she could actually say it without fumbling it all up that is.
Trev liked to think of himself as a ladies’ man, although even he would have to admit (under duress, probably) that his track record wasn’t exactly stellar. It was the kind of track record where getting slapped was practically a good thing. After all, in order to hit him, a girl would have to first acknowledge that he existed and then decide to take some time out of their lives to give him a piece of their mind. If a girl acknowledged him, then Trev considered that a win. There were so many that just sort of pretended that he didn’t exist, even when he was standing right there and trying to tell or show them something cool.
Kelly was different to all those other girls. To the absolute amazement of everyone Trev had somehow managed to con into being his friend, she did more than just acknowledge his existence. She actually listened to him! And sometimes, she came to talk to him, instead of his always being the instigator. Nobody else seemed to be able to figure out why, but obviously she was the only girl who could actually understand how awesome he was. Plus, she didn’t mind when he knocked stuff over or temporarily had to hide behind something as a student he had offended (accidentally or on purpose, although usually the former) went past.
Despite the bemused urging of his friends, though, Trev was reluctant to do anything about his burgeoning relationship with Kelly. Sure, they hung out a lot and had fun when they were together but... there was always this but hanging at the end of that sentence. What about all the other girls? Did Trev really want to tie himself down? His mind was always full of what-ifs and wild plans, and he didn’t know whether there was room amidst all that for a girlfriend. To which, of course, all of his friends told him he was being an idiot and to settled for the right here rather than the probably never ever, ever, ever, in a million years never.
Which made sense, sort of.
In response to a very odd text from Kelly, Trev made his way up to the top of one of the school’s towers. He whistled as he climbed the stairs, pausing often to stop and catch his breath as the amount of floors caught up with his unfit state of being. Whatever Kelly wanted to talk to him about, it had better be important if he had to haul himself up all these stairs to hear it! Why couldn’t they have met in the dining hall? Firstly, it was much more convenient, and secondly… there was food there!
After taking a moment to regain some of his breath, so that his huffing and puffing didn’t ruin his entrance, Trev stepped into the tower room. He smiled when he saw Kelly sitting on the windowsill; she looked really pretty like that, framed by the stone arch of the window. "Hey," he said, trying to act as though he hadn’t just climbed what felt like Mount Everest and was totally cool and fit enough to run up and down those stairs two more times if he had to. But, like, tomorrow. Because he was busy right now. Yep. "What’sh up?"