•King for a Day•

[KC Evania Patterson]

KC wasn’t the type to jump when someone said the word, she liked to play hard to get. So when Dawson suggested they grab coffee after they laps around the rink, she’d said no. Now she couldn’t get him out of her head! She couldn’t believe she made an ass of herself in front of him. Tabs and Em could believe it, and really, it shouldn’t have been all that big a surprise. And besides that, after someone literally falls all over you, you don’t usually ask them out for anything, much less coffee; and yet he did. KC was beginning to think he was as abnormal as she was; her mother would definitely think so anyway. But Jennifer Patterson didn’t understand her eldest daughter at all. Anything that got the adrenaline rushing through her veins was something KC wanted to try, and her mother wanted a daughter who sat down and talked endlessly about boys, clothes and makeup. But besides all that, the worst part, or rather the best if she were being honest was that KC had wanted to say yes to Dawson.

She thought about that for a while after parting ways with the cute ginger and left the rink. She had wanted to laugh all the way home with excitement. It was just too funny really. Unfortunately, KC didn’t get much more than his name and where he was originally from. She really knew nothing about the guy she’d been flirting with and maybe that was what intrigued her; he was a mystery and KC loved a good mystery. But deep down she didn’t think she was intrigued because he was basically an unknown. There was something else there. Maybe she was intrigued because of the Parkour, the excitement or adventure that the sport brought with it. She really didn’t know. He kept her thinking, though, and what would happen if they ran into each other again? Probably something fantastically outrageous.

KC looked up from her laptop and the script she was writing for a class, to check out the time on the funky kitchen wall clock. She didn’t normally sit in the kitchen to do her homework, but she also didn’t consider script writing homework. It was fun and she actually liked script writing. Her bright blue eyes looked amused. She had unusually good timing and it was almost time for her to leave for the lecture planned on Marilyn Monroe and Elisabeth Taylor. It was a lecture KC was really looking forward to. She adored both women and thought them wonderful role models to those young girls starting out; despite the rumours and affairs.

Kayd shut down the computer, unplugged it from the cord and slipped it into the seriously cute carrying case she fell in love with the moment she saw it. KC double checked to make sure she had everything, slipped her shoes on and left, locking the door behind her as habit dictated. The young brunette walked the few blocks to the school building, through the doors and down the hallway to her lecture; hopefully having enough time to bring her laptop out of sleep mode. KC took an aisle seat and got her things together just as the professor walked in. Kayd smiled, holding back the laugh that threatened to slip free, only thinking how good her timing was. She started up her speech recognition software so it would catch the lecture and she could read it over later, and highlight proper notes, before sitting back and to enjoy the topic. When the clock struck, the professor shut the door, leaving it slightly ajar for those few students who were never on time and begun her speech; her program catching every word.

_{•Tag• Dawson <3
•Words• 622
•Location• Lecture Hall
•Clothes• Something Wicked This Way Comes…
•Lyrics• King for a Day//Forever The Sickest Kids
•Notes• <3 <3 <3}

[Dawson Trent Naylor]

She had said ‘no’ to him. Dawson would be lying if he said he hadn’t been shocked by it. He was certain that he wasn’t the only one who had enjoyed their time on the ice complete with playful banter and the occasional jibe over KC’s ‘new feet’. In fact, he had been so sure that she would join him for coffee afterwards that he had found himself feeling lost over the last few days. It wasn’t that rejection was a new concept to him or anything, but Dawson was usually pretty intuitive when it came to people and he could’ve sworn that KC was radiating all the right body language to encourage him to ask her out. Then, she was gone and he knew nothing but her name and her ability to skate, as well as being from a desert.

That was not something that would deter Dawson though and he was fairly certain that she had some interest in him, even if it was only for his parkour abilities and knowledge, or the promised lesson to teach her how to skate backwards. She had called him persistent and, oh, how she was right. KC was not a girl Dawson was about to let get away so easily and he planned on finding her in the big city, despite the lack of facts he had about her, if they were true, which he assumed they were. There wasn’t really a reason for her to lie to him, so why would she have?
It was amazing the things the internet churned out when you knew the right places to look, or had a friend in the computer science PhD department. It took a bit of work and patience that Dawson didn’t have, but soon he was the proud owner of a copy of her timetable! Yes, it was a little stalker-ish to some folk, but to anyone who Dawson, it was relatively normal to be tracking someone down in this manner, though usually it was over some charity event or someone he had met through his extreme activities and then lost again; it wasn’t usually a girl who he had an overwhelming desire to chase.

Nevertheless, this was the case, this time and Dawson hovered near the lecture hall that he knew she’d be in at the designated time slot foretold by the piece of paper in his hands. He made sure to keep out of people’s way, staying inconspicuous as he hid his face and blocked his fiery hair with the aid of the guitar case resting on his back.
This was probably the craziest thing he had done in his academic career, but he was determined to go through with it. All it took was the greasing of a few palms down in the media department and he was in. All that needed to happen now, was for the timing to be perfect; not too far into the lecture, but with plenty of time so that he knew KC would be amongst the throng, even if she was running late.

Ten minutes slowly ticked by and then Dawson decided that this was the timing he was looking for. He prepared himself by the far door to the lecture hall, pulling his guitar from his case and checking that the strings were tight enough and ready for what he was about to do. Slipping the strap around his neck, he gulped a few mouthfuls of water and then smacked his lips together, his fingers finding their starting positions before he opened the door with his foot, making a rather loud entrance and not giving anyone a chance to wonder what he was doing before he burst into song, his voice echoing around the loud hall.
“KC, hold my hand again when I can't turn away, I'm longing for innocence, but now we know our age...” His eyes skimmed the room, finally falling on the girl he had adapted lyrics to sing about and to. He climbed carefully down the steps and around students to get closer to her, still singing the song as he went, not even stopping to look at the expression on the professor’s face. There was every chance that he’d pay dearly for this later, but he had a good feeling about this and sensed that it would be so worth it.

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NOTES! <3

[KC Evania Patterson]

When KC set her mind to wander around the subject, she was quite surprised her mind raced as far away from leading ladies as it could; and straight to Dawson. He was always creeping into her mind when she wasn’t expecting it. She enjoyed her time with him at Rockefeller, had wanted to go to coffee with him and spend the rest of the day with him talking, learning more. But, as she always did, she declined his offer and instead, went home to excitedly brood over it all. She talked it all out with Tabs, to get her opinion of things, since she couldn’t ask Em, who seemed to prefer either ridiculously bad boy types, or those in line for a promotion on Wall street or within their law firm. Em had a “grown up” head on her shoulders while the other two thirds of them were still searching, still wanting fun and adventure. KC ran her fingers through her hair, pulling herself back to the present. This wasn’t the time to let her mind wander to Dawson, it was time to buckle down and get into the lecture.

KC wasn’t just another faceless student. When she went to class, she dove headfirst into the topics, the conversations, everything. She wasn’t one of those kids who sat in the back and used the lecture as some extra nap time. She asked questions, she thought about what was being said, she was fully engrossed; and more so when it was something she was interested in; which meant that her professor’s were well aware of her name. At first, she wasn’t paying much attention to around her; she was rereading the last few words that the software had captured. And then she heard someone say her name. Her head snapped up to look down at the teacher, who just so happened to be switching between looking back at her to looking up, just past her.

With confusion written all over her face, KC twisted herself around to see what the hell was going on. And her light blue eyes landed on the one person she’d been constantly thinking about since they’d first met; Dawson, with guitar in hand. Instantly her cheeks were flame red, skipping several levels of pinks. What the hell was he doing there, in her lecture hall? And singing? To her? It was almost too ridiculous to fathom, and yet there he was, guitar in hand, fingers dancing over the cords, playing the strings to serenade her. Her name wasn’t Alice, but here she was falling down the rabbit hole, into some other world where things like this happened to her. Now, she couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head. “Dawson! What are you doing here?” she asked, completely breathless from laughter, just as her professor spoke up. She sounded amused, and used the first half of her full name; Kaydence. Something KC didn’t want anyone to really know. Only the people who mattered a great deal to her were even allowed to call her by her actual name. Hell, even her boss at the Whitney called her KC and put that on her pretty gold plated nametag.

She hoped no one heard the teacher say it, and with the looks and people openly starring at them, it was probably safe to say they hadn’t. They were all too busy gawking and whispering about the ginger haired boy and their classmate. There was no way in this life, or the next she would have ever guessed he’d do something like this. She couldn’t help but think it was completely like him; even if they’d only spent a few unfortunately short hours together. It just seemed crazy enough that it would be something he’d do; like parkour, it was probably a bit of an adrenaline high, only much less dangerous.

_{•Tag• Dawson <3
•Words• 642
•Location• Lecture Hall
•Clothes• Something Wicked This Way Comes…
•Lyrics• King for a Day//Forever The Sickest Kids
•Notes• <3 <3 <3}

[Dawson Trent Naylor]

He wasn’t the kind of guy who would give in so easily. Anyone who knew him learnt that about him pretty quickly. The few he had told about this grand plan of wooing KC didn’t even try to talk him out of it, knowing that any effort they made would be futile. Once Dawson had set his mind on something, it was like tackling the impossible to try and convince him otherwise, even if what he wanted to do may have resulted in a prison sentence or something far worse.
He was determined and driven to an extent that was almost terrifying. His determination was an admirable trait, but at the same time, it was also one of his most annoying qualities and his face had received its fair share of slaps over the years whenever his attempts to flirt with someone who had already rejected him backfired.

Dawson didn’t think this had ever been done during a lecture before and he hoped that this antic would go down in history, encouraging and inspiring the underdog for years to come as students passed through this campus, nervous freshmen eventually blooming into confident and experience graduates who were still as immature as they were back at eighteen. There was no rush to grow up, even when the big bad world was looming before you and growing up meant that he never would be in this lecture hall, at this moment, singing and playing his guitar for one girl in particular. “… I saw myself just as I was when I lived life a little more each day
Doin' everythin' I was doin' more fearlessly…” His voice grew louder, more powerful, but the grin was still fixed in place as he made the way through the crowd. One of KC’s classmates pushed a dollar bill into the waistband of Dawson’s jeans as a few spurred him on, still not fully knowing what he was doing, but apparently appreciating the break in the lecture. A few dedicated students were shooting him annoyed glances, but it wasn’t like those were new to Dawson and he shrugged them off carelessly. He only cared about KC and her reaction and soon he was standing in front of her, still playing his guitar and singing the lyrics he found applicable to them and their situation, or lack of one.

He grinned down at the startled but amused beauty and then took a break from singing to answer her question with a flirtatious smile and a charming glint in his eyes. “Well, you left without giving me your number.”

[/color] He answered as though his display was no big matter and that the rest of the hall wasn’t watching them with curious eyes and bemused expressions. “Y’know, this song is coming to an end and the only encore I planned was ‘Sex on Fire’ which now I think about it, probably isn’t going to go down well for either of us.”[/color] He told her in a quieter voice, so that no one around them could hear over his strumming of the guitar he still held. “Think about it, dollface.”[/color] He winked and then stepped back for the final part of the song. “ KC, hold my hand again when I can't turn away, I'm longing for innocence, but now we know our age..”[/color][/i] It really was now or never for the young girl, otherwise Dawson would have to start with the Kings of Leon and then that may give the wrong impression to her classmates.
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[KC Evania Patterson]

KC couldn’t believe her classmates were cheering this on. Well, the ones that indulged in a little fun anyway. There was always that small group that of people in a crowd that had to be the party police and ruin it all. But they weren’t as vocal about it this time, and only shooting daggers in their direction. The group that was enjoying the show wasn’t helping matters in the least, and giving him money? Were they trying to get him to come back again? It was only encouraging Dawson to come back and do an encore performance; because KC didn’t have to see these people every week for at least two or more classes or anything like that. Of course, she couldn’t say anything because she was too amused by it all, and too shocked by it to do anything more than laugh and clap.

She didn’t think it was possible for her complexion to turn such a dark shade of red. The blood rushing to warm her cheeks told her otherwise though and she thought she was going to pass out. She wasn’t embarrassed, it took a lot to get her that far, but she would say it was damn near close to it. She was amused that he would actually pull something like this. After all, they’d only spent that single afternoon together. She shook her head, her dark curls lifting with the swift action, laughing. “All of this for my phone number?” she asked, amused and oddly pleased that he would go through so much trouble just to see her again, and get her number. No one had ever done something so crazy for her before. It left her speechless, and she knew that before she even got home, her sister would have already heard about it and would be waiting in the kitchen with ice cream to have a little chat about it all.

KC’s pretty blue eyes widened at the mention of the other song. “That would get us both in a bit of trouble wouldn’t it, Alaska?” She asked, unable to stop herself from the teasing tone. She was practically writing her number down already, if it would get him to stop singing! Though she had to admit, he was quite good at it. And then he started into the song again, louder and her classmates were cheering him on again. She shook her head laughing. “If I say yes, and give you my number will you leave in peace?” she asked, showing off pretty white teeth. She couldn’t say she was displeased with the interruption of her lecture. It was a good one but it wasn’t anything she didn’t already know, so far. But it had just started a few minutes before Dawson’s untimely distraction, so maybe the professor would be getting to the good stuff soon enough. She held her hand out for his phone to program her number. She hadn’t thought to bring a notebook along for obvious reasons. This wasn’t an actual class and she had software that caught practically everything in written form.

Her eyes went wide and she turned her head to check out her laptops screen. Sure enough, the entire conversation, from the moment he walked through that door singing up to this last part was there, written out in English as well as voiced recorded as a fail safe back up in case she ever managed to lose the written files. She was definitely saving that for later. At least then, when she got home to the “family meeting” that was sure to happen, she’d have something to play so she wouldn’t have to talk it all out; Emerson and Tabitha could hear it all for themselves.

•Tag• Dawson <3
•Words• 622
•Location• Lecture Hall
•Clothes• Something Wicked This Way Comes…
•Lyrics• King for a Day//Forever The Sickest Kids
•Notes• <3 <3 <3

[Dawson Trent Naylor]

It was safe to say that this was one of his best, yet craziest ideas to date. He knew that KC may never live it down and her classmates may forever know him as some crazy ginger guy who serenades lecture halls, but it was going to be totally worth it. He could feel success in his bones and it was with a huge, stereotypical Dawson grin that he sang the song with power and enthusiasm. Besides, university was about experiencing things that you wouldn’t anywhere else and for Dawson and the kids in the room, this definitely had to be a first of sorts and not one any of them would forget in a long time.

At least with this, KC would get another glimpse of the guy she had turned down at the ice skating rink days earlier. He had told her then that he was persistent, but no one ever seemed to understand how extreme he was with that, even though almost every area of his life was extreme. There was nothing that he kept calm and gentle and everything was one big game and challenge in a way. His charity work was always over the top when it came to a conclusion and he wasted no time in spending a whole day running around the city from one extreme sport to another, sometimes even driving out of town to seek out another thrill or adrenaline rush.
He grinned down at the girl who didn’t seem too put off by his little show and then he managed a small shrug with the guitar still resting against his body. “Your number and a date. I was thinking you let me give you those skating lessons and then grab some dinner?”

[/color] He said with confidence and a huge grin on his lightly freckled face. Some may think he was being arrogant, simply believing that she would go for this, but Dawson loved the chase and this was all part of it. He wanted to make it very clear that he was interested in her and he wasn’t about to deal with that subtle flirting that made girls question and analyse the meaning of every word that slipped from the guy’s lips.

He chuckled at her wide eyes and then grinned like a lunatic. “I have to admit, I’m curious to see if you can go any redder and what everyone would say if I just hopped into it right now.”[/color] Teasingly, he played the first few chords of the encore song, subtly disguising them quickly by reverting to the original music. He was just messing with her, but the impish side of him was deadly serious about testing the song out, just for a laugh, though he didn’t think KC would wholly approve of the mess he would then leave her in after he made his exit.
“Of course. I’ll go out the same way I came in and you can get back to…”[/color] He glanced at the front of the lecture hall at the slides and then furrowed his brow. He couldn’t make sense of the words on the wall and shook them clear from his mind, knowing he would get nowhere fast. “With whatever this is supposed to be a class about.”[/color] He smiled. This whole thing had certainly been fun, but it was probably time for him to let the class continue soon, before he became a nuisance rather than an amusement.
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NOTES! <3

[KC Evania Patterson]

Never in a million years would KC say something like this would happen to her. It was an impossible thing, and yet here she was, sitting in a lecture with a really cute boy serenading her into giving him her phone number. She could have laughed at the huge joke of it all if she didn’t know he was serious. She had seen a small glimpse of Dawson at the ice rink that proved that this was no joke. A laughing matter maybe, especially since she could hold back the giggles, but certainly not a joke. No one in the classroom was going to forget this for as long as they lived. Idly, she wondered if any of this was caught on film. YouTube viewers across the world would probably get a kick out of it.

KC was beet red but that it seemed was nothing new when it came to the charming and crazy ginger haired man with the guitar strapped to him. She leaned back as if she were incredulous. “Oh, you want a date, too, do you?” She teased, thinking there was no way he would ever be able to teach her how to skate backwards. Many had tried and failed. “Besides, chances are we’d end up like the last time, face first in a sheet of ice,” she added honestly this time. But still KC sighed. She knew she was going to give in and go out with him. At least this way she knew what was in store for her and she could dress accordingly. The few guys she’d dated before this adventure would keep everything a secret and KC would be getting ready for a night she was clueless on. A little hint went a long way when dressing up for the occasion.

KC smirked unable to keep up the shocked expressions of a moment ago. She didn’t want to test out that crimson theory almost as much as she didn’t want to go to the dentist. “I’m sure I could and I’m sure you’re the perfect person to test the theory,” she said being brutally honest with him. She’d never blushed so much in her entire life than she had in a matter of a few short hours spent with Dawson. Given the opportunity, she probably could go redder than a tomato and he’d be the one there, trying it out. “And please, think of my nonexistent reputation that’s on the line! I would never live it down.” She won’t now as it was and things hadn’t gone far enough to bring in the Kings of Leon song.

KC shook her head, laughing. “It’s a lecture on the leading ladies of the golden age of film,” she said referring to the era of black and white classics. They were her absolute favourites. Oh, she loved the action packed, CGI loaded films they had out now, but the older films would always hold a special place in the young blonde’s heart. The two most prominent women of the lecture were quite possibly KC’s most favourites of all time; or at least in the top ten. “Hand over the phone, then,” she said, sighing as if she was giving in. She was a very good actress having grown up immersed in industry. She wasn’t going to win an Oscar but at least she could act her way out of a paper bag if need be. And right now her actions were saying she was only doing this to placate the man but if anyone had seen her sharp blue eyes, they’d know the truth; she was enjoying this just as much as he was. And in fact, she was even quite pleased that he’d gone through all the trouble of finding her and trying to embarrass her in front of all her peers.

•Tag• Dawson <3
•Words• 637
•Location• Lecture Hall
•Clothes• Something Wicked This Way Comes…
•Lyrics• King for a Day//Forever The Sickest Kids
•Notes• <3 <3 <3

[Dawson Trent Naylor]

Dawson knew that this was probably the most surreal moment in the lives of all who sat in that lecture hall, but especially for KC. He would be more than disappointed if she told him someone had already done this before at some point in her life. This was supposed to be his way of getting her to notice him and understand that he was the kind of guy who was hard to get rid of once his target was set on you. Plus, he wasn’t a shy guy or one who would suffer from stage fright, so this was his way of giving KC a look at the lengths he would go to just to get her attention and keep it this time around.

He grinned down, not failing to notice the crimson hue of her usually pale cheeks. Shrugging, he charismatically leaned a little closer to her, a smirk on his face as he met her eyes with his. “Why else would I be after your number in the first place, dollface?”

[/color] He winked and chuckled deeply, readjusting his stance to allow the guitar to rest comfortably against his body. Grinning again, the charm came back in full force and Dawson had a flirtatious twinkle not only in his dark eyes, but also in the tone of his voice. “I got to hold you the first time, so I won’t complain a second.”[/color] He told her honestly. He was a total flirt, almost naturally, and right now he simply couldn’t stop himself, even if he did start to border on cheesy.

He laughed heartily, keeping it to himself that he knew plenty of other songs to play and serenade her with that would save her from the embarrassment of Kings of Leon. Dawson was simply having far too much fun messing with her right now and watching that blush in her cheeks deepen with every moment he continued to play, showing her up in front of her classmates, friends and peers. Oh, wasn’t university fun? He was slightly surprised that the lecturer hadn’t moved to have him escorted from the lecture hall yet, or at least politely asked him to leave, but he wasn’t about to turn around and look when he was focused intently on KC. “You mean you can live this down so far? Clearly I need to up the ante a bit. Dare me?”[/color] The adrenaline junkie in him was shining through, with any chance to show off taking over. He was a daredevil and one nod of KC’s head and he would find something to make his performance even more memorable.

He blinked back the confusion that threatened to cloud his eyes and then shook his head. “There’s a specific reason why I chose to get a qualification in mathematics.”[/color] He joked, lightly brushing against the surface of the ice berg when it came to that subject. KC’s eyes seemed to light up at the topic though and Dawson took another moment to acknowledge how pretty she was, even if he was showing her up in front of potentially everyone she knew. “Ah, my phone…”[/color] He trailed off and then cleared his throat. “I’m still playing my guitar, y’see, and I do hate to stop when a crowd is watching...”[/color] He couldn’t hide the smirk that spread across his lips and slowly he turned around, bending slightly to expose the back of his jeans and the two denim pockets there. “Right pocket.”[/color] He grinned and peered over his shoulder to read her reaction to what he was implying.
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[KC Evania Patterson]

KC smiled, “Fascinating conversation?” she asked, innocently. Dawson would definitely be difficult to forget. She’d only spent that time with him and already knew that if she’d never seen him again, that day at the Rockefeller would be one of her favourite memories of New York. She was ignoring the jeers and taunts from the crowd around them and becoming quite good at it; she barely heard anything but her heart in her throat and Dawson’s voice. Her face deepened another shade, and KC felt like she needed to throw an entire glass of water in her own face to cool off. She managed to calm herself down and set a flirty smile on her lips. “That’s sweet, but who’s to say I’m going to fall again?” Her that was who, she thought but didn’t voice. There wasn’t a single time she’d been on the ice where she didn’t remember falling because she tried to do something her skill level wasn’t quite ready for.



KC’s eyes widened. He wouldn’t? Would he? She nodded, wanting to see what he would do to make this so much more shocking. Before Dawson, KC would have sworn she couldn’t go very dark with her blush. But now? Well, if she would’ve said that now, she’d be lying like a damn bear rug. As soon as he’d trailed off with those first words, she wanted to change her name, dye her hair and change her name to something simple, like Mae. But she was determined not to show that she wasn’t anything but amused by this situation; though her severely flushed cheeks begged to differ. If only she could control how the blood flowed through her body, then maybe she’d have a shot in hell at keeping a straight face around the cute ginger haired man. KC closed her eyes for a second, gathering her wits about her, and trying without success to make the heat she felt on her cheeks go away. Then she opened her eyes, and rolled them, hoping she looked unimpressed, or bored, reached out and plucked the phone from his back pocket on a sigh; as if cute guys always interrupted her classes to serenade her then check a hip so she can help herself to their cell phones.

She wouldn’t say anything; couldn’t really because she knew her voice would squeak as it always did when she’d finally succumbed. She could only be thankful that her sisters weren’t in the same class as her. At least this way, she had a chance of living it down. With his phone in hand, she added her number to his contacts under KC <3, saved it and slipped the phone back into his pocket. “This lecture’s only an hour,” she said, casually, thanking which ever deity that was listening for her voice not being for octaves too high or squeaky; maybe she was over that? She could only hope.

•Tag• Dawson <3
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•Clothes• Something Wicked This Way Comes…
•Lyrics• King for a Day//Forever The Sickest Kids
•Notes• <3 <3 <3

[Dawson Trent Naylor]

Dawson chuckled, meeting KC’s eyes with a flirtatious look in his own. “Fascinating conversation can still happen on a date.”

[/color] He pointed out matter-of-factly. Whilst he did have all the qualities of a charmer and a flirt, Dawson did enjoy a good conversation and the social game of getting to know another person. He wanted a date, he wanted some fun, but he wanted to get to know KC too, beyond the fact that she couldn’t skate backwards or that her face could go a mighty shade of crimson with his public performances. He made a mental note not to dedicate songs to her when he was busking in the park or performing at a fundraising event; she might explode.
“Well, I’m no expert, but maybe that’s a matter you should take up with those new feet of yours.”[/color] He teased, pulling on a previous conversation they had shared to keep the banter and the amusement alive right now.

He loved seeing that blush in her cheeks and maybe she’d get revenge on him later for the stunt he was pulling, but right now, it was totally going to be worth it. Master trickster and charmer of all, Dawson was fairly certain he could win this one out, even if the professor did decide to pick their jaw up off the floor and do something about the larger than life ginger man who was disrupting what could be a very important lecture for these film and media students. Dawson didn’t want to be held responsible for the students failing their exams or something, though if one serenade was enough to do that then maybe they needed to buck up their own ideas before blaming him for being a daring romantic.
He laughed as she tried to act as casually as possible. It was endearing to see her play it cool, despite the red blush that had filled her cheeks thus far. However, she lived up to the challenge, potentially showing herself up more and Dawson couldn’t help but slip in another quip as she pulled the phone from his pocket. “Ooh, such a soft touch, KC.”[/color] He said, just loud enough for the few sitting around KC to hear. He really couldn’t help himself at times and maybe she would slap him for it, but he was enjoying himself far too much to leave just like that. He had to give her something to remember, even if the memories caused that vivid scarlet to flood her face again.

He turned back around once the phone was back in his pocket, though the smirk of victory never left his face the whole time she had been punching her number into the device. “I hope you haven’t put some Chinese take-out in there. You don’t know what my second public display of affection might consist of.”[/color] He joked light-heartedly as he stepped back from her, pretending to feign hurt at her words. “Was that a not-so-subtle hint to get me to leave?”[/color] He queried, raising his eyebrow as though he had caught her out.
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