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Private roleplay... meaning that if you disturb us, I WILL report you to a moderator. Go ahead and lurk and read if you wish, but post here and your a** will be handed to a moderator on a platter.

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The heady perfume of expensive roses and candles drifted through the air, mingling with the aromatic scent of deliciously prepared platters of gourmet meals. The atmosphere was friendly, romantic for some, comfortable for others. Unobtrusive waiters and waitresses fairly floated down the aisles, quietly asking groups for their orders and refilling drinks or removing plates and soiled utensils from the fancy tables. Gold-gilted chandeliers and small lanterns littered most of the restaurant's walls and ceilings, keeping everything well-lit, but dim enough for privacy between each table's occupants. Whether people went to the restaurant Un Deux Trois for business or pleasure, nobody found the place lacking, least of all Corsair Raleigh. A young man of more refined tastes raised in Europe, the raven-haired, cerulean-eyed Corsair could find no fault in the elegant restaurant.

Well, perhaps he did, but that lack was well enough made up by his friend Kayo's presence. They had a class together at the local prestigious university, White Hollyoak University, and he had planned a meeting that day to complete a project until he remembered that his needed presence at one of his father's meetings with a businessman from the United States.

Corsair's father did not ask him to join in on his frequent meetings in the United States, so Corsair was loathe to miss the rare opportunity - however, he also could not ignore his obligation to Kayo, who would only be free that particular evening of that week for a meeting outside of class. Finally, Corsair had told his friend to come along to the dinner, persuading him with free food and assuring him repeatedly that his father and the associate wouldn't mind them after the first ten minutes of the main course.

So it was. While Corsair's father and the businessman chatted about the economy and other business affairs, Corsair and his classmate began planning out the presentation they had to do for class, enthusiastic about doing something memorable though with a slight tinge of exasperation. The presentation was infernally easy, almost ridiculously so - sometimes, Corsair wondered that anybody could even get anything less than a perfect score on the project. When they finished their preliminary plans, Corsair was glad to see another fellow student approach, the pressed and clean waitress' uniform marking her as an exalted employee at the restaurant.

With her normally loose hair pinned up in flattering curls, as well as stretch black pants that displayed her tennis-tight muscles and legs, Corsair had caught more than one pair of male eyes gazing after her as she strolled briskly around the room. The uniform black turtleneck she wore, made of springy light fabric, outlined every bit of her slim arms and flat stomach. The only thing that interrupted the unrelieved black of the required uniform was an ornamental silver chain, draped almost casually on her slim waist with one end trailing down the side of a tempting thigh.

"Evening, Mr. Raleigh, Mr. Slater. Is everything to your satisfaction? Would you like anything else? Yes, I'll bring them over as soon as possible. Is the crab to your liking? The fishers caught them fresh from the bay late this afternoon, I hear," Lorryn Fenix murmured, her voice charming and husky. Corsair smiled thoughtfully, admiring Lori for a moment before nudging his friend and nodding in her direction.

Lorryn had noticed Corsair and his guest earlier when she'd taken the group's dinner order and then served them each course, but hadn't any time to spend with them, save blowing Corsair a teasing kiss and winking saucily at the other. Due to her pressing duties as one of the most popular waitresses in the restaurant, the manager often kept Lori busy, allowing her to help serve one of the most prominent areas in the restaurant. At present, Lori was absorbed in chatting idly with the two businessman, her sincerity and pleasure in talking with the customers one of the qualities that set her apart from the other workers in Un Deux Trois. The other notable quality was her undeniably striking looks - though not exactly beautiful, she had a soothing aura about her that attracted others (especially men) to her.

"That's the friend I've been telling you all month about. Lorryn Fenix."

Corsair's eyes swept briefly over his best friend, wondering what his classmate would think of her. Lori, his private nickname for her, was nothing if not vibrant. She always seemed to walk around with a veritable glow of happiness around her, gray eyes sparkling in mirth and lithe body excitable and expressive. Her dark hair, almost as black as his own but with visible brown highlights, always gleamed with health, luscious and silky to the touch.

Lori was a bit short at 5'4" (versus his 5'9" wink , but Corsair recalled in amusement that whenever they walked about strange places together, they were mistaken for a couple, with their similarly striking looks and close friendship. If he weren't a close friend, Corsair had to admit that he would be tempted to take her as a girlfriend. Her chest was modest for a woman but suitable for her short stature, but Corsair knew from frequent tennis dates that her bosom was firm and tight (after all, he was still a guy - she couldn't fault him for admiring how her form-fitting clothes showed off her splendid body!). The half-Japanese, half-English girl took a lot of pains to keep her athletic and trim figure, and Corsair was one of the few young men who remained a close enough friend to appreciate it.

"Corsair." Lori approached, her vibrant smile widening at the sight of her handsome best friend, dressed in casual black slacks and a neat shirt and tie.

"I hope you two enjoyed your meal earlier; I'm sorry I couldn't talk. But now that I'm free, do you want to introduce me to your friend?" She asked, her gray eyes shifting over to the young man next to him.

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"Are you sure you know what you are doing?"

Kayo winced uncomfortably, feeling the pressure as his cousin drew the knot of the tie upwards, tightening the loop around the region directly below his Adam's apple. Her action succeeded in cutting off his oxygen supply in a fashion similar to that of a noose. He gave a strangled gasp and began flailing his arms weakly, attempting to get the attention of his soon-to-be murderer. She didn't notice him. Not even as his face began to take an unusual mixture of blue and purple. His hands finally made their way to the section of fabric around his throat as he pulled it away, making loud gasping noises as he filled his lungs with air.

"That was a little overdramatic, don't you think?" His cousin, whom he liked to refer to as Lynn, hovered above him. In her hand she held the ruined remnants of what had once been an expensive navy blue necktie. She tossed the fabric onto the floor and said, "Just use a clip-on, okay? Now, I need to go get dressed. I have plans tonight too, remember?"

Lynn disappeared behind a cream colored door at the opposite end of the apartment, leaving him fend for himself. Not suprisingly, he had no idea what else to do. In the end, he decided to attend the dinner tie-less. Kayo wondered whether or not it was proper etiquette to dress as such.

He took a long look at himself within the full length mirror mounted on the wall near the entrance. The person he saw looking back at him was a stranger. Yes. Whoever he was looking at had the same thick, dark-brown hair and clear turquoise eyes; but the reflection looked so much more..mature and grown up than the real Kae normally did. Unlike his good friend Corsair-who happened to be the only reason he was attending the dinner in the first place-Kae was without question the least sophisticated person in the world. Normally he was seen sporting merely a t-shirt and jeans, nothing more. To him, putting on a tuxedo was almost as difficult as learning a new language. It was amazing the difference.

"I'm ready!"

The excited voice jerked him out of his thoughts and for a moment, he couldn't remember for the life of him what he was supposed to be doing. He turned to find his cousin with her nose almost touching his. How did she get so close?

"Well, what do you think?" Lynn inquired, spinning around with her arms raised so he could see the full effect of her outfit.

Kae was speechless. However, it was for a completely different reason than what most girls would have hoped. It seems that tonight only one of them would be making a change. What she was wearing could be defined as semi-semi-casual at most. Lynn had on a white blouse which was decorated with some sparkling sliver sequins on the bottom left side. Which, in retrospect, was perfectly fine. But along with her enssamble, she was wearing jeans. Jeans! What girl wears jeans on a first date? She didn't even do her hair. It was pulled up in the same manner she used to play tennis. A ponytail.

"It's alright." He shrugged. It would probably be less painful for him if he pretended to be uncaring about the whole situation. That way, he wouldn't press him on more details of whether or not he liked the outfit. "Where are you going anyway?"

"Some restaraunt called Un Deux Trois or something like that. I can't remember.."

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As they approached the restaraunt, Lynn and Kae went their separate ways. Lynn meeting up with her date and Kae meeting his friend and the rest of the party. They exchanged their greetings and sat down on at the tables, engaging in small talk and business deals. (Kae wasn't really listening)

The highlight of the evening came when Corsair's friend approached their table to say hello. Kae's eye's couldn't help but light up as he saw her. She was pretty, very pretty. Though he didn't want to say anything on that topic for fear of insulting either her or his friend.

"Hello." he greeted, "My name is Kae. And you are..?"

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Lorryn's eyes crinkled slightly at the corners as she smiled, bowing slightly. She was about to introduce herself, when a small, high-pitched voice interrupted.

"Madamoiselle, aidez-moi, s'il-vous-plait?" A young French girl, probably only eight or nine, rushed up the aisle and tugged at Lori's sleek jacket, her expression urgent and tearful. She looked uncomfortable and sad, and was biting her lip. Lori paused in her greeting to kneel down next to the little girl, giving her a gentle hug just as an older woman, probably the mother, rushed around the corner.

"Oh, I'm sorry Lori, I know you're probably busy," she said, giving the two young men watching the proceedings an apologetic glance, "but my daughter needs to use the facilities, and this is my first time here, and she really does have an affection for you..."

"Not a problem, Lady Devereaux," Lori finished, her smile still sincere and genuine as she picked up the small girl in her arms and stood, comforting the small child who was clinging to her neck almost in a choke hold. She let her cheek caress the child's hair, using gracefully long fingers to smooth away bangs and swipe an errant tear away. "I'm sorry, boys, but I'll be back in a moment," she apologized, walking off briskly with the girl in her arms, who already looked happier.

Corsair glanced at Kae, seeing the look of another star-struck male in his friend. He was quiet for a moment as his thoughts returned to earlier that afternoon. When Kae had almost panicked at the thought of eating at some fancy-shmancy restaurant, Corsair had reached out, exasperated.

"You imbecile, it's not that bad. Just wear a tie, a shirt from Old Navy or something, and a pair of slacks. The place is informal, for all that it is one of the fanciest places around, and my father doesn't care for tuxes and suits anyway." Corsair, unlike Kae, had had an exceptionally easy time getting ready. In the last five minutes before he had to go, he'd pulled his long-sleeved white shirt from the closet, buttoned it up with one nimble hand as he reached for a black silk tie with the other, and then did up the tie with expertise in all but ten seconds. The slacks he'd chosen out of the dozen pairs he had folded neatly on a shelf, and he'd only dashed his water with hair, letting it fall in a messy disarray on his head, the look giving him the appearance of a rake or charmer. Though, since he was probably both, it was quite accurate.

Corsair hid a smile at that thought, and caught a glimpse of Lori slipping out of the hall leading to the restrooms with a happy young girl in tow. Lady Devereaux stopped by to talk with Mr. Raleigh briefly, before waving to Corsair and going back to her table, Gabrielle doing the same. Corsair blew the little girl a kiss and winked at her, causing a giggle and a childish blush, and sat back as Lori arrived. She perched precariously on the bench where Mr. Raleigh and Corsair sat (Mr. Slater and Kae sat across from them, respectively) and then leaned over to give Corsair a kiss on both cheeks, a remnant of a childhood visit to England to visit the Raleighs.

"As Corsair has probably told you, I'm his friend Lorryn," she said, extending her hand across the table to shake with Kae's. "Corsair talks a lot about you - thank you for keeping him busy, so I don't have to deal with his whining and moaning all the time," she said with gentle laughter, only consenting to smile and poke his shoulder when Corsair muttered softly not to make him look like a fool in front of his friend. The small icebreaker started him and Kae talking about something or other, and Lori took the time to run her eyes briefly of Corsair's friend.

He wasn't as strikingly handsome as Corsair; but then, few were. No, but there was something else about him. Something different. He seemed rather an unusual friend for Corsair, who was an outgoing, very engaging personality. In contrast, Kae seemed quieter, more composed - but then again, perhaps this friend of his would rub off a bit on the more impulsive Corsair. She chuckled at the thought, and began chatting lightly with both of them about school affairs. They'd done so for barely a minute before she responded to a hail from across the room. Standing up to leave, Lori turned back to Kae and Corsair, about to say something. Lori stepped back when Mr. Raleigh and Mr. Slater also stood up, bringing both of the younger men to their feet. Raleigh came around the table to clasp Lori's hands in his larger ones, giving her a friendly hug and smile.

"Thank you for being our waitress today at my call again, Lori. I know my constant requests irk your manager," the older man said graciously, allowing Mr. Slater to shake her hand before he patted her shoulder lightly.

"Oh, it's no trouble at all, Mr. Raleigh. It's my pleasure. Please come visit us again soon!" Raleigh and Slater finished up their farewells to her and the boys, then began walking towards the restaurant doors, leaving Lori alone with Kae and Corsair.

"Well, I have to stick around a bit longer, unfortunately, but I'll be done in about ten minutes. Can you wait for me, Corsair? I need a ride back to our apartment," she reminded him, his answer being a dismissive wave and a disclaimer that he'd only get beat to a pulp if he didn't wait. She leaned forward on tiptoe to grace Kae's cheek with the same friendly kiss she'd given Corsair earlier, also leaving the faintest imprint of her lips there, though none of the three noticed.

"I'm so glad to meet a good friend of Corsair's. If you ever need someone to study with, you can always drop by Corsair's and my apartment, we always love company. I'll see you later! Bye Corsair!" Lori whirled around and made her way across the restaurant, helping a friend pick up the remains of several champagne glasses that had fallen to the ground, dropped by a careless new waiter. Corsair watched her for a bit longer, before guiding himself and Kae to the door, stopping when they reached the bench outside. He sat them both down, then turned to Kae, a curious look on his face.

"What a best friend. Give a care when you answer, but what do you think of Lori? Sweet, isn't she? I'm lucky. She couldn't care less about most guys our age, but I'm one of the few she even gives the time of day." His lips twisted into a lopsided and ironic smile, enjoying the chilly night air and a satisfied stomach full of gourmet dishes and desserts.

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Kae bit his lip, silent for a moment as he mulled over a proper answer to his friend's question. Of course, his reply would be a positive one. However, he didn't want to appear to enthusiastic, as if he was some sort of love-struck fool or something.

"Gimme a minute to think." he told Corsair. He quickly cast his mind back to a few moments ago, when they were introduced. Kae realized that to call her sweet was an understatement. Her people skills were excellent. She seemed confident, yet modest at the same time. Patient, friendly, and pretty. No. Beautiful.

It astounded him. Lorryn was different from the kind of girls that were usually seen in his company. Of course, normally, the only females around Kae was Lynn. Nothing against her, of course, but Lorryn was much more attractive than he could ever imagine his cousin to be; appearance-wise and personality-wise. He found himself becoming slightly jealous of Corsair for being so close to such a wonderful charm.

"She seems perfect." Kae answered finally, after a few quiet moments in thought. "A once-in-a-lifetime kind of girl. If I were you, I'd ask her out before some other guy steals her away. Not me, of course.."

They fell into a sort of awkward silence once more, with neither of them really saying anything. Kae wondered whether or not Corsair was angry or just thinking, and to tell the truth, he was a bit worried. What he said was out in the open. There was no way to take them back if his friend decided to misinterpret his words. He concluded that he should have just answered Corsair in his normal "I-don't-really-care" kind of answer. It was probably the kind of reply that was expected anyway.

"I'm sorry. It's over.." A quiet, male voice broke through their silence. Kae looked up, thinking that it had been Corsair. It wasn't. Honestly, it would have been a little strange for him if it had been.

The man that spoke was located a couple of benches away from Kae and his friend. He was talking to a girl who had her back turned to the two friends. Despite this, Kae could tell that the figure was his cousin and her date. He shifted over slightly on the bench, attempting to eavesdrop on the two.

"It's just that..I don't think you and I can make it work. You know what I mean? I'm sorry Lynn." The man reached over and placed the palm of his hand on top of hers. "We're just too different. It won't be good for us in the end." His eyes looked apologetic, like he spent hours in the mirror to prefect this speech just so he wouldn't hurt her feelings.

Lynn, in turn, gave him a smile of her own; lifting her head to look into his eyes. "It's fine." she answered, a hint of laughter in her voice. "I know exactly what you mean. We made good friends, but going further was just asking for trouble. I think we should just go our seperate ways, okay?" She stood up. Smoothing out the wrinkles in her shirt, she leaned over and gave the man a soft kiss on the cheek. "Goodbye.."

The scene that had played out before him seemed sad and romantic all at the same time. Well, at least it would have, if Kae had been a common observer. But he wasn't. He was related to the girl that was just dumped, and he knew things that made that little show hilarious. He gave a small chuckle as he watched Lynn's figure disappear around the corner or the street.

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Corsair grinned, yawning and tilting his head back to look at the sky. "I could never ask her out. We're so close, we're like brother and sister. Asking her out would be weird - it'd feel like incest or something. Our close friendship is enough - and I think other guys are too afraid to ask her out, because they know that if they break her heart, I'm liable to break their neck."

Sprawled on the bench, Corsair stared up at the stars, eyes narrowing into slits as he absorbed his friend's answer. "Hardship brings out the best in people. In Lori, it brought out all of her good qualities. Of course, she still has bad qualities... she has quite a temper, she's stubborn to a fault, doesn't listen to other people when she thinks she's right, sometimes can't admit that something was her fault... but aye. What an angel."

Corsair thought he heard a murmured, incoherent conversation nearby, but didn't notice that he'd dozed off slightly in the bench until someone tapped his shoulder. He opened one bleary eye, his vision slightly wavery, and met the amused gray eyes of one Lorryn Fenix.

"Sleepyhead. It's time to go," she murmured, reaching down and helping him up. She smiled apologetically at Kae, reaching down for his hand to shake it again. "Sorry about Corsair. He's a bit of bad company when he's tired," she said confidentially, and walked with Corsair to his car, parked just beind the bench. Some of her attire had changed - she wore a crimson-colored blouse unbuttoned, with casual sleeves that when folded up barely reached past her elbows. She still wore the black stretch pants from work, and visible underneath the blouse was a plain black camisole. With the dark hair and small figure, she had a classy, but still very professional look, despite the very casual clothes she wore.

"Sheesh, Corsair... couldn't you stay awake for ten more minutes?" She said, exasperated by his behavior. By now, he walked by himself, eyes still heavy from his light nap. She stood by the passenger's door, waiting for him to unlock it.

"Nah. I had to fall asleep so I could dream of you, darling," came his easy drawl, their friendly banter easily heard by Kae, who was still by the bench, and others strolling on the sidewalks of downtown Hollyoak City. An old couple nearby smiled at each other, and a younger pair of male university students looked over and waved at Lorryn, also noting the presence of Corsair and nodding at him. Waving back, Corsair opened the door and handed Lori into his nondescript black convertible, ever the gentleman. He turned back to Kae once Lori was comfortable, a sheepish expression on his face.

"I hope you weren't too bored at dinner. I'm sorry my plans got a bit messed up tonight, and we had to come here to do our project," Corsair apologized, shaking Kae's hand before making his way around the car and settling himself into the driver's seat. Staring the engine, Corsair rolled down the windows, the sounds of a political talk show echoing into the night. Lori poked her head out, found Kae again, and waved.

"Bye! See you again soon!" She called, as the convertible sped off into the night, leaving everything in front of the restaurant as it had been, minus one Corsair and one Lorryn.

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"Nah, it's okay. I just hope we don't fail too bad," Kae joked, waving goodbye to the pair of them. He moved backwards, out of the way, as soon as he heard the engine come to life under the hood. Giving Lorryn a small wave, he called out a last "so long" before the car disappeared into the distance.

He strolled down the sidewalk himself a few moments later, shoving his hands in his pockets, enjoying the nice breeze and fresh air as he moved along. All in all, it had been a better evening than he expected. Of course, any evening would have been better than the evening he expected. He expected himself to mess up and do something stupid-such a spill his drink on himself; or worse, someone else. Or Corsair's father to hate him and call his attire undignified or his hair too messy and windswept or something. Then to top it all off, he would have tripped over his chair excusing himself. But thankfully, none of that happened; and he escaped the night more or less unscathed.

He paused for a moment, rumaging through all of his pockets for extra cash to help him get home. He had forgotten that he rode here with Lynn, and she took their motorcycle back home. Panicing hadn't occured to him, even though their apartment was located more than a just a couple miles from this restaraunt-if she took his way home, she took it. Loosing his cool would not do anything to help his situation.

"Seven dollars, fifty three cents.." he mumbled to himself, sucking air through his teeth, a sign that showed that he was thinking. It wasn't enough to ride a cab, but was more than enough to take the bus. The bus stopped a couple miles away from the apartment complex, so it would take him about a half an hour to get home. He was beginning to realize he could have avoided this if he remembered to ask his friend for a lift.

Approaching the bus stop, he stopped and leaned against the pole waiting for the bus to come around the corner. When it did, a few minutes later, Kae took his seat near th back of the bus next to an uncommonly overly-chatty girl. Throughout the fifteen minute ride, Kae was listening to the girl as she talked about how her best friend wouldn't speak to her because she thought that the girl was cheating on her boyfriend and that the boyfriend was actually cheating on the girl with her twin sister, Marilyn. He wouldn't say exactly that the girl was incredibly annoying, but her soap-opera like story did make his temples throb uncomfortably. Kae got off of the bus a stop earlier than he intended, just for the sake of his sanity.

To his relief, the bus had dropped him off next to a pay phone. Eagerly dropping coins into the slot, he dialed his apartment's number and waited for the dial tone to cease and Lynn's voice to come on. "Hello?" came the slightly sleepy voice he had been waiting for. "Who is this?"

"Lynn? It's me, Kae." He said urgently, "Listen. I sort of forgot to get a ride home, can you come to get me? I ran out of money for the bus."

"Then how did you get the money for this call?" her voice came, sarcastic and snippy like she normally was. He could tell she was happy that he was stuck all alone without a ride. She would hold this moment against him forever, he just knew it. He was starting to wonder what could have ever possesed him to call her. He could have called Corsair, who would have come to pick him up without asking stupid questions.

"Just come and get me already. I'm at the second bus stop from our house." Kae snapped back, slamming the phone back down on its cradle before Lynn had another chance to reply.

A few moments later, the sound of a motor could be heard echoing down the street, and sure enough it was Lynn coming, riding on the back of their motorcycle. Well, it actually wasn't much of a motorcycle. Definitly not the cool, sleek ones ridden by people in gangs; it was more like what a vehicle would look like if a motorcycle and a moped were to mate. It was a bit scratched up, but still in working condition.

"Well? Get on." Lynn commanded, "Don't just stand there. You want to get home, don't you?"

"Where are the helmets?" He asked, scanning the bike for the required headgear. "You did bring them, didn't you?" Lynn's driving wasn't actually the greatest in the world, she had a tendency to move too fast and too recklessly. She didn't even even have a license.

"Who needs 'em. Do you wanna go home or what?"

"We're both gonna die.." Kae whimpered, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist as to not fall off once she started moving. The motorbike sprung to life once more and drove away, knocking a few garbage cans over in the process.

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Corsair, in the meanwhile, was zipping down the streets back to their apartment, in a very secluded but nice neighborhood nearby the university. With the windows rolled down, the chilly air whipped their hair wildly around their heads; Lori's curls flew into disarray, and Corsair's hair merely got even more messy and wind-whipped than it usually did. He had turned the political talk show to a more modern radio station, and he glanced over at Lori as Kelly Clarkson began singing "Since You've Been Gone."

"So? What'd you think of Kae?" He asked, glancing back up at the traffic light when it turned green.

"He's nice. A lot nicer than some of your other friends, I might add," she smirked, remembering one occasion when, at his request, she'd gone out with his friend Kahvann, who'd turned out to be a flirtatious sweetheart, but quite unsuited for being in any kind of serious relationship. They'd stayed friends, though - when Corsair wasn't around, Kahvann always willingly squired her about to a party or potentially rowdy study group, using his guise as naturally flirtatious charmer (much like Corsair, in fact) to ward away other guys and the girly-girls that he despised.

"Aww, you have to admit, Van's a nice person!" He protested, sending his eyes in both directions before continuuing past a stop sign. He knew exactly what she referred to, and knew that Kahvann was another of those young men that Lori considered "acceptable" by her standards. Not boyfriend material, but certainly a close friend, a substitute when Corsair had to go away.

"I know he's a nice person, but I don't know what you were thinking, trying to set us up as boyfriend and girlfriend. He's not suited for any serious relationship with any girl," she ruminated out loud, "and at the time, I was insecure enough about myself to really have the potential to be hurt if my significant other flirted with everything wearing a skirt."

"I know, I know, but I'd just come here from England for college, and there was you, and I really wanted you to approve of my friends and myself... a little too much, to be sure, but you know how things turn out that way," Corsair admitted a bit ruefully, some of his British accent accompanying his words. Lori smiled privately, loving his British accent. She might have the mannerisms and politeness, but he was ever the eternal British young man, handsome and charming as many young Brits were.

"Anyway. Tomorrow I'm going to go play tennis with Van," Lori said nonchalantly as they arrived back at the apartment. Van also played tennis, and his skills were probably on par with Corsair, who was one of the leading varsity players on the school team. Lori often thought that they were lucky to be friends, for if they weren't, they'd be rivals. The two were disquietingly similar in both flirtatiousness and charming good looks, though Van had more of the American playboy blonde looks while Corsair possessed the English dark and handsome suaveness.

"Sure thing. I'll come by if I'm done with my studying by then." Corsair would have mentioned that Kae would also be at the courts the next day with some girl, but by the time he got to the front door and found that Lori had grabbed the bathroom and shower before he could, he forgot all about it and proceeded to curse and yell at her, telling her not to waste all the hot water.



The next day, Lori left as planned, greeting Van happily when she reached the school tennis courts. Since it was early yet, nobody was playing except for one of the varsity doubles teams, trying to get some kind of move right. They waved at the other two, then went back to their work, tripping and bumping into each other when they didn't execute a step correctly.

"Morning, Van," she said, squealing in good humor when he, instead of giving her the usual hug, growled and picked her up, arms holding her knees and back carefully. He put her down again, and waved her at the other side of the courts. "I heard you were quite the flirt yesterday at work! A friend of mine saw you there with Corsair, and wondered if all the male customers at the restaurant got a kiss on the cheek for dessert," Van joked with a laugh.

"You know how I am, always leading the guys on," she retorted, picking up a ball and hitting it back at him.

"If you wear skimpy skirts and tops like what you have on right now, I wouldn't be surprised that you have a whole coterie of men dangling at your feet!" He returned the yellow projectile, obviously indicating her clothes. Lori was dressed in her usual tight-fitting white top and short black tennis skirt, no more revealing than what some of the other girls wore daily at school.

"Well, if all guys only care about what a girl looks like, then I'm sure I have dozens of men panting after me!" She called back, racing up to the net at Van's accidental lob and smashing it back in his direction. Van laughed, but merely took his place at the base line, preparing to serve back to her side of the court.

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Fairly early the next day, both Kae and his cousin were speeding off towards the tennis courts, hoping to reserve one before the mobs came in later on. Their rackets where dangling perilously near the edge of the motorcyle handles, being kept in place by Lynn's hands, which were placed a bit further out to keep them from flying off into the street. Still, however, they were being violently rocked back and forth by the force of wind. Kae was worried that at any moment her hands could slip and one of the rackets would fly back and hit them in the face.

"Please, be careful." he groaned, ducking his head low behind her back just. It looked it bit awkward; a girl riding in front and the guy cowarding behind her. But in this case, he wanted to live.

"That's no fun, you wimp. Anyway, we're already there." Lynn stopped the vehicle abrubtly at a parking space, causing a slight skidding noise. She swung her leg off seat and took a tennis racket from off the handlebar. She pulled her tennis bag from the space between the handlebars and seat, and swung it over her shoulder.

Doing the same, Kae pulled the keys out and stuffed them inside his pocket, making a mental note to drive on the way back. Glancing ahead toward the courts, he spotted that girl Lorryn from yesterday and felt his heart skip a beat. She was wearing a tight top and short skirt. "Wow" was the only word that managed to enter his mind.

He gave a small glance at the girl who was accompanying him, and couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment. Even though Lynn was his cousin, he wished she would at least try to be a bit more attractive. Show a little more skin, or..something. He gave her a once over and sighed.

Like Lorryn, she was wearing a white top. However, the difference was: Lynn's shirt was a lot bigger than it should have been; therefore flattening any curves she might have. Unattractive. She was sporting, not a tennis skirt, but a pair of navy blue sweatpants that covered up her legs. Unattractive. Lastly, she wore her hair in two low pigtails. Innocent, but not head turning. At least not in a good way.

"You there." Lynn called out, "Are you going to stand there sighing, or are you actually going to play?" During the time he was daydreaming, Lynn had already made her way to the courts, and reserved a spot for them both. She held her racket in her hand and was throwing the ball up and down, tapping her foot impatienly.

"Oh. Coming." He ran to the court and pulled out his own racket. "Oh, Lynn, before we play, would you like you meet someone? It's Corsair's friend." He jerked his head in the direction of Lori and her opponent.

Lynn glanced over to where Kae was pointing and a sly smile made it's way across her lips. "Oh, I get it." she said. "I admit, she's very good looking, but it seems like she already has a boyfriend. Too bad." Lynn, who had never before seen Corsair, automatically assumed that the man playing against the girl was her boyfriend. Both were attractive, she thought, but neither seemed like the kind of person she wanted to know well. Too pretty.

Kae hadn't thought about it like that. Yesterday, when Corsair said that he and Lorryn weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, he immediately thought that she was available. But it hadn't dawned on him that perhaps she simply had a boyfriend who wasn't Corsair. Kae felt an annoying stab of jealousy that came to him from what seemed like nowhere. He shook it off, and placed his racket onto the ground.

"It'll just take a minute, I swear." He yelled to Lynn in place of an apology for ditching her. He made his way, running, toward the court where Lorryn and her friend were playing. "Hey, Lorryn, remember me?"

Lynn scoffed at him, watching his stupid smile as headed toward the couple. She made a bet with herself. If he could get a date, he would get dumped later that same night. But if that girl had a boyfriend, then..well, he would get dumped right then and there. "That idiot doesn't know what he's doing.." she mumbled to herself.

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"Oh no... Lori, please don't tell me you've got another one panting at your heels!" Van groaned, as he picked up the ball by the net. Lori was doing the same thing about three feet away, and her glance snapped up at Van's lament. Who was that... she couldn't quite tell with the sun slashing directly into her eyes, but she grabbed the pair of sunglasses she usually carried around and put them on, crossing back over to Van's side of the court.

"Oh... Van, that's Kae, Corsair's classmate," Lori said, wondering who he'd come to play with. She glanced over at the next court, and saw a girl dressed quite sensibly in a t-shirt and sweatpants watching them. She walked over and kicked him lightly in the shoe, glaring good-naturedly at him.

"Don't make fun of him! You always make people nervous," she scowled, and he stood up just as Kae approached. Anyone who didn't know better might have mistaken Van and Lori as a couple too - while Van contrasted greatly in that his looks were more blonde than Corsair's dark looks, this made for quite the aesthetically pleasing photo opportunity with Lori, who matched Corsair in looks. Lori was a half-Japanese girl, with dark locks and neutral eyes, versus his handsome all-American looks. If dressed in white and black, respectively (as they once had, at a visit to a nearby dance club), they had made a startling contrast in colors, yet looked stunningly spectacular together. Since Van was slightly shorter than Corsair, their heigh difference wasn't too apparent, which flattered both of their attractive countenanes.

"Morning, Kae!" Lori called cheerfully, her smile ever-polite and welcoming. "Van, this is Corsair's friend, Kayo... Xueng, I believe? And Kae, this is friend - okay, okay, dear friend - Kahvann Wills," Lori giggled, trying to escape the elbow nudging her ribs. She made small talk with Kae, talking about school and classes for a few minutes.

Van, though not Lori's girlfriend, was quite wary of the look that Kae was sending at her, and also a bit uneasy about the enthusiasticness with which he talked with her. Probably another of Corsair's friends, who upon meeting Lori were instantly swept away by her and then would cling on hopeless, hoping for a date or status as her boyfriend. He sighed inwardly, as protective of her as Corsair was. She really was too nice for her own good. Between himself and Corsair, they had to fend off guys from the apartment, when they were eating during lunch, and even sometimes when Lori was at practice with the girl's tennis team. For that reason, he nudged her gently in the ribs and interrupted their conversation.

"If you guys were going to play, you'd better start soon," he remarked critically, nodding with a knowing glance toward Corsair's friend, who was glancing over at Lori again and again while they spoke, and then indicating Lynn in the next court. "When players start arriving, they'll get a bit nasty if you claim a court but don't play on it."

Lori, feeling a bit sorry for Lynn standing by herself (rather impatiently, it seemed) at the other court, and opened her mouth to invite Kae and Lynn to play with her and Van. Right at that moment though, the doubles pair Lori and Van had waved to earlier dropped into their court, breathing heavily and laughing from their exertion. "Hey Lori, Van, wanna play?" They said, nodding their greetings to Kae.

Van glanced down at Lori, who looked up at him. They never won - but it was fun to try. She grinned recklessly, daring sparking in her eyes. "Do we ever refuse a chance to try and beat you?" She teased, catching a ball that one of the pair tossed at her. She turned back to Kae as Van walked to their stuff and gathered it all together so they could move into the first court.

"Anyway, I hope you enjoy playing tennis with your girlfriend!" She said cheerfully, waving in Lynn's direction with a smile. An honest mistake, since she assumed that the girl coming to play tennis with Kae would be his significant other.

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As Lorryn and her friend walked away, Kae was left alone for a second, his mouth opening and closing stupidly. "M-my..girlfriend..?" was the only thing he managed to choke out.

"Judging by that look on your face, I would say it's safe to assume you were kicked to the curb?" Lynn had made her way to the court where he was and leaned against the net, her head cocked to one side. Kae, who was still gaping idiotically at Lorryn's back, didn't answer her. "Hey? You okay?!" She leaned over and snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Wake uuup!"

He sighed and turned towards Lynn mumbling, "She said you were my girlfriend." He was obviously still in shock.

Lynn was shocked too, however, not the silent type of shock that Kae was in. She
pushed herself away from the net, covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes
closed. Her shoulders began shaking violently, followed by the rest of her body. Then came the laughter.

Lynn's laugh sounded more like an evil cackle. They didn't normally come out like that, but in this instance, the situation called for it. She was not only amused, but suprised and outraged all at once. Her body was now shaking so hard, she felt weak at the knees and fell to the ground, arms wrapped around her stomach. Her body leaned against the net for support. "Your..girlfriend..?" She laughed, it was amazing she was able to force anything out through her desperate gasps for air. "Why would..anyone..think..I..would..fall for..you?!"

"Oh, shut up. No guy would fall for you either." Kae scowled, pushing her from the net onto the ground. "Stop laughing." Though she didn't obey right away, eventually her laughter subsided to mere giggles then they stopped all together, and Lynn was left with her chest heaving as she fought for breath.

"Alright. I was just kidding." she said, giving him a friendly nudge. "Let's just play, and we can talk alright?" She pulled out some tennis balls from the the bag and lobbed one over to him, "Your serve."

"Did you ever find out if that guy was her boyfriend?" Lynn asked, hitting the serve gently back towards Kae. She figured if she hit it too hard, he would be too busy daydreaming to hit it back.

"She never said it outright, but she did call him her 'dear friend'" He answered, slamming the tennis ball back toward her. "So, whoever he is, he must be pretty close."

"Ergh..yeah. Probably.." So much for him daydreaming. Kae hit the ball back so hard that it appeared to be a yellow blur and though she suceeded in gettting it to the other side, she felt as if the force almost dislocated her wrist. "Oww..okay, breaktime. About the whole girlfriend thing, I feel sorta bad about that, do you wanna ask her over for a game and I can properly introduce myself?"

"Are you doing this for me or for you?" Kae asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. "Since when did you ever want to help me with these sort of things?"

"I'm doing it for both of us." She answered, collecting the balls they had used during their fairly short game. "I mean, I don't want to be forever known to her as 'Kae's girlfriend' okay? Especially since I just got rid of my last boyfriend, you know?" She dropped the balls inside her tennis bag.

"I kinda wish I didn't.." He groaned. "Anyway, she's already playing with those other two. I don't think she'll want to come over here." Although he sounded opposed to Lynn's idea, he kind of hoped she would go through with it. That way, it wouldn't be his fault if Lorryn got annoyed. And even if she was, he would have an excuse to come over and talk to her and apologize for Lynn's behavior.

"Oh, what's the worse that can happen? Watch." She turned over to the pairs playing on the other courts, took a deep breath and said loudly, "Hey! You guys wanna play with us after you're done with your game?!"

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Meanwhile, it took every ounce of Lori's concentration just to return the balls flying over the net to the other side. Parker and Andrew weren't the top varsity doubles pair on the university circuit for nothing. They already planned to go professional with their tennis, and they were good.

Van leaned back, his tall form arching slightly as he threw the tennis ball into the air to serve. Then as gravity pulled the small projectile back to the ground, he twisted and slammed the tennis ball to the other side of the court, his serve speeding away like a bullet and gone in the blink of an eye towards the far corner of the service box. Max received it with difficulty, grunting as he just barely managed to return the thing - straight at Lorryn's position at the net. She pivoted to the side and smacked the ball into the corner of the alley at the baseline, both arms stiff with the effort of returning the ball.

That was only one of their few points against Max and Parker, though. Even though Lori had the advantage of being quicker and faster, her strength undoubtedly did not match up to Max or Parker's. Whenever a long rally ensued, which was often considering the four players' exceptional skill, her slight lack in strength became apparent. Strategy was her forte, as Lori always said. Also, though she and Van played together often, doubles was a whole different story - it required a solid chemistry between the two players that only came lots of practice as a pair, a natural ability as a doubles player, and a strong friendship.

Max and Parker finally took pity on their outclassed opponents, and ended the game at four games instead of the usual set. At that point, Lori and Van had only managed to win the first game, and Max and Parker had won easily the next three. Lori was at the net and mock-fainted into Parker's arms when he came over with a short laugh.

"Ah! A complete defeat," she said breathlessly, stumbling a bit as she wiped the sweat and dirt off her face with a towel he handed her.

"Of course. Who do you think we are, Corsair and Van?" Parker chortled, making Lori slap his wrist and Van shake his fist at the two of them. It was well known on the team that Corsair and Van could never attempt to play doubles together. Unbdoubtedly, they were masters on the singles court. But anybody watching them play doubles knew they just plain sucked. No teamwork, always getting in each others' way... the list of faults to their play was endless.

"Well, that was a good game. I have to admit, your moves are getting much harder to predict," Max said as he came over, his tennis bag and other things already slung over his back. He gave Lori an affectionate chuck on the chin, to which she merely smiled loftily and rolled her eyes.

"That last combination play you used was great," she said with a short grimace. She'd barely managed a smack to her face by literally throwing herself to the ground.

"Yeah, it was what we were working on this morning. It's hard, because if we don't time it right, I either clock Parker in the head, or he runs into me as we switch places," Max laughed. Lori managed to choke back her laugh when she remembered their single blunder during their shortened match, which had allowed her and Van to gain a point.

"Anyway. Mark and I are off to the Academy, Lori," Van said as he packed up his stuff. "And actually, there's Corsair right over there coming this way with his tennis stuff, so you can keep playing. Ah, Kae and his friend actually asked us to play earlier, but you were concentrating so hard you must not have heard them. You'll want to go over there and see if they still want to play," he remarked, the four players waving as the top singles player on the team sauntered over. As Mark and Kahvann made their way, chatting animatedly about the game, to their car, Parker gave the petite female a corny grin bowed over hand, kissing her knuckles and making her laugh lightly, though not even a bit self-concsciously. Corsair practiced his English wiles on her all the time, so she knew practically every trick in the book, as he did.

"Would you consent to a study date tonight, dearest Lori? After all, the professor threatened us with that pop quiz," he said with a wink. Corsair shook hands with the other man as Lori agreed, then moved aside when Parker gripped her hips gently and kissed her cheek. She blushed slightly, but brought her hand up to wave at the three disappearing figures. With an exalted groan, Lori spun around on one toe, giving Corsair a big hug when he reached the bench, the requisite kiss on his cheek a given as she slumped with a sigh on the bench.

"As always, Van and I got royally whupped by Van and Parker," she chortled, grinning up at Corsair as she sprang back up and grabbed her stuff. "Kae and his girlfriend invited us to play with them, so I'll go see if they're still interested." She plucked at the black collar of his open polo shirt, and he relented and came with her, the two of them slipping into the next court by way of the gate connecting the courts.

"Hey! I hope you guys are still interested in playing against Lori and me," Corsair shouted at the end of a point.

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"I don't think they heard you." Kae murmured, disappointed. "Let's just continue playing." He threw his own tennis ball up in the air and slammed his racket down upon it to serve. It collided with the net and rococheted off, bouncing up and down for a few moments before rolling lamely to a stop.

"Heh, nice job." Lynn scoffed sarcastically, "New rule. From now on, whenever she's here, I'm serving." She tossed up a second ball which she held in her hand, and served one over to him on the opposite side, making sure it was easy to hit back. "Pay attention, okay?"

"I always pay attention." He answered, swatting the ball back to her. "I'm just a little out of it today."

"Gee, I wonder why." His return barely made it over the net, and Lynn would have had to run to hit it before it bounced a second time on her side. "I swear, you're doing this just to annoy me." Instead of wasting her time with such a weak return, she simply served another ball over to him.

Kae ran toward it, his racket making a resounding crack as it collided with the ball. Lynn's eyes widened as the yellow blur headed right towards her face. She didn't expect him to do that, expecially after his chain of impotent returns. What she did to protect herself next, would most likely be later described as a moment of sheer stupidity. Lynn held her racket out in front of her like a shield and though it succeded in sending the tennis ball in the opposite direction, it did her no good. Her racket flew out of her hand and smashed into her skull.

"Oww.." she moaned, holding her hand up to her forehead. She withdrew it and examined her palm to see red clumps. Blood. "Oh, crap, I'm bleeding." She went to her tennis bag and pulled out a bandaid from her first aid kit.

"Are you okay?" Kae called out, worried. He was suprised that Lynn wasn't able to dodge the hit, even if it was fast. "I'm sorry. I really am."

"You and your stupid mood swings. Soft hit, hard hit. Why don't you just make up your mind?" She scowled, taping the bandaid onto the scratch. "If you weren't such a spineless wimp, we could.."

She didn't have time to finish her last sentence, because Corsair's voice interrupted her, asking about the game she requested a few moments before. She was about to answer that she didn't want to play, but was again interuppted.

"Of course! We'd love to play, wouldn't we Lynn?" he answered, waving the two over to their court. He ran over to them

"Don't sound too eager." Lynn mumbled, a sarcastic tone to her voice. Not that anything she said mattered, Kae was already coming to greet them. She put her kit away and zipped up the tennis bag before coming to meet them.

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Corsair approached, stopping at one of the net posts with Lori at his side. "Kae," he greeted, reaching out a hand to shake again. His messy was held back with a white Nike hairband wrapped about his head, keeping his forehead, at least, clear of his dark locks.

"Glad to see you're also one to get on the courts early. But Lori, here, she'd come out at the crack of dawn if anybody were willing to play with her. Girls these days," he said, avoiding her malevolent glare. When she poked his side, he raised an eyebrow and glanced down at her, making her snort and look away, though the teasing little smile was still on her face.

"Anyway, why don't you introduce us, Kae?" Corsair said, tilting his head slightly when he saw Lynn coming their way. He put a jovial smile on his face, and both he and Lori waved, their cheerful cries of 'good morning' and 'nice to meet you' sounding out simultaneously.

Many people who didn't know them always assumed that both were the "preppy" type of students, who cared about who was popular and looking good for the crowd. In both cases, that definitely proved false - Lori could care less what others thought of her, and Corsair was confident enough in himself not to care what others thought of him. That they happened to be attractive and dress nicely was simply another facet of their personalities.

"Kae, is this your girlfriend?" Lori piped up, a bit confused. The two of them certainly didn't act like any kind of pair, and at the moment Lynn was scowling rather ferociously at Kae's back, which rather dampened the small on her face.

"Kae, you have a girlfriend?" Catching the words, Corsair's eyes immediately narrowed. If Kae had a girlfriend, then he shouldn't be coming on so strongly to Lori , what with the wide, enthusiastic eyes and the effusive and lavish praise from last night. Feeling him stiffen in suspicion, Lori glanced up at her best friend and smiled placatingly. She grabbed his wrist, straightening it out so it wasn't balled into a fist and prepared to punch anybody. Corsair looked down, rueful but tense, clutching her smaller hand in his protectively and waiting for Kae's answer.

But, perceptive as he was, he sensed that she wasn't. He actually hadn't known that Kae had a girlfriend... but he rather suspected he didn't. So, a bit confused, he looked at Lynn rather intently, a bit confused.

"I didn't think you had a girlfriend though... but if she isn't your girlfriend, who is she?" He finally asked, voice flat.

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Kae blinked a few times, astounded that Corsair would even think that Lynn was his girlfriend. After all, wasn't Corsair his best friend? Kae told him everything, so if he had something as important as a girlfriend, wouldn't Corsair would definitly be the first to know? "I don't have a girlfriend." he laughed, attempting to make it sound more like a joke. "She's..well..she's..I'll let her introduce herself."

Lynn, who had made her way up to the three, heard the last few statements in the conversation. "Hello. My name is Lindsey Tu..Snow. Lindsey Snow. But you can just call me Lynn." She lied slightly about her last name, and hoped that they wouldn't catch the 'tu' she accidentally blurted out. She had a very good reason for lying though. Being a Vietnamese girl, she obviously had a Vietnamese name: Tuyet. Lynn would have told them what her real last name was, but she didn't trust them not to mercilessly butcher it.

Almost everyone who she has met, has killed her name at least once before and she just couldn't take it anymore. Her last name was something that she had always loved; to her it sounded beautiful and exotic. Literally translated, it meant 'snow' in Vietnamese. So instead of making people struggle through her hard-to-pronounce name and making her suffer through it, she decided right then and there to change it.

"And no," she continued. "I am not Kae's girlfriend. Unless you call being a girl and a friend at the same time a 'girlfriend'. Actually, I'm his cousin. Yes, even though we don't look alike."

Her comment was true. Almost everything about them, except for maybe their hair was different. In fact, even their hair-though brown-were completely different shades. Kae had aquired extremely dark brown locks, whereas Lynn's had a lighter hue to them. She had also obtained the natural brown eyes given to Asians, whereas Kae's eyes were more of a light turquoise-which he recieved from who-knows-where.

Their builds also seemed unrelated. At a modest 5'5, Lynn was dwarfed by her cousin, which was a much larger 5'9" tall. (He was on par with Corsair when it came to height) Kae had a bit of what Lynn liked to call a "girly figure". His shoulders were narrow, his waist was small, and his legs were much skinnier than guy's normally were. Despite this, Kae was a fairly handsome guy. At least that's what people said. Lynn had an adequately narrow physique as well, though in comparison to Kae's-if she was a boy-she would be a bit bulkier.

"I know who you are, Corsair and Lorryn. Right?" She asked, feigning a happy smile. She could tell already, that the likelihood of she and and those two becoming friends were highly slim. She had nothing against them, of course. It was just that they didn't seem to be the kinds of people she would enjoy being around for extended periods of time. Lorryn's friend Van, for example. Even from far away, she could tell from body language and a little lip reading, that he was a person who tened to be overprotective. And Corsair was even closer to this girl than Van was, surely he would be even more so.

If that were true, then there was no way Kae could ever ask Lorryn out. He might be worried that it would offend Corsair, that, and Lorryn would reject him. Lynn was beginning to understand why he was acting so spineless around that girl. Everything was beginning to make sense now. Knowing this, she also knew that Kae wouldn't get anywhere without a little help.

"Oh, Kae." Lynn switched the language to Vietnamese, so Lorryn and Corsair wouldn't understand. "Didn't you have a test tommorow you needed to study for. I don't think I have time to study with you tonight, so why don't you ask your friend to help you?" She avoided using any specific names so they wouldn't put the pieces together and figure out what she was saying.

"What are you talking about?" Kae answered, also in Vietnamese. "Corsair's always ready for these tests. And why are we speaking in Vietnamese?" He gave a nervous glance over at the pair. He thought that they might feel awkward that he and Lynn were speaking in a different tongue. At the moment, he wasn't sure what she was getting at.

She sighed. What did she ever do to deserve such a dense, thick-headed cousin? "No, I was talking about the female friend." she said, "Why don't you ask her to study?"

"No way! She would never want to study with me. I'll get dumped." He had to admit, he liked that idea though. But the risk of being rejected scared him too much.

"You're an idiot, just ask her. I'll help you.." Lynn switched back to English as she turned to face Kae's friend. "I'm sorry, I needed to tell Kae something a bit personal. It's embarrassing, really, it couldn't wait. Actually, Kae and I both need a little favor. As Corsair might know, there's a threatened pop quiz tommorow, but because of my..thing..he can't study at our apartment tonight. So we were wondering, would it be alright if..umm..Lorryn..or someone, helped him out. Took him to the library and helped him study or something. I would owe you one."
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