L.A. School of the Arts (Role-play)

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    Franklin glanced side to side before looking at her, "Well I'll sit with you if you want. I don't think there's a rule saying I can't."

    Nicole winks, pushing open her door, "I thought you might say that." Sari was inside the room, sleeping soundly on Nicole's green bed.

    Nathan raised an eyebrow, "You did?" He smiled crookedly, walking inside. He glanced around. "Hey, nice room. It's far better than mine."

    "I like decorating, dorky, I know." Nicole shrugs, sitting on a bean bag. "All of a sudden I'm tired," She laughs with an accusing look at Franklin.

    "Hey, are you calling me dorky?" He laughed. "My bedroom wall at home is full of music stuff." He raised his head and bit his lip as he sat at the end of her bed. He then raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side innocently before snickering, "Pfft... I wonder why you're so tired."

    "Well, geesh, it might be part of my asthma, and pneumonia I just got over a week ago." Nicole playfully roles her eyes, straightening up in the neon green bean bag. Sari squeals, jumping from her place on the bed that Franklin had slightly crushed her.


    Ooc: Hehe.....

    Ooc: Poor Sari xD Frankie, you're such a fatty :P


    Franklin laughed slightly, "Well you should've thought about that before you decided to go climbing trees." When he heard a squeal, he flinched slightly before standing up. "Aw Sari! I'm so sorry!" He cooed the tiger cub before giggling. "I feel so guilty." He scrunched up his nose, grinning.

    Sari hisses, lashing out a tiny paw at Franklin before padding to the other side of the bed. The silent treatment. "Hehe, she probably deserved it." Nicole laughs, "Anyways, I have a present for you."

    Franklin nodded his head, smiling. "Yeah! It's her punishment for terrorizing old ladies." He chuckled under his breath before pausing. "For who? Me or Sari?" He joked, a grin growing on his face.

    "You, genius!" Nicole laughs, walking to her closet. "I don't know how to use or play it, and thought you might appreciate it." She leans in, bringing out a farely new-looking guitar. It was black with red lining and silver strings.

    Franklin's eyes lit up. "Woah!" He stood up excitedly. "And you're giving it to me? Those are like the best guitars you could ask for."

    Franklin smiled happily and he took the guitar. He shook his head side to side excitedly. He always did crazy things when he was excited or hyper. "Thank you do much!... Knowing me I'll probably end up knocking myself out from jamming with a guitar." He laughed a little. "One day when my band's famous, I'll be up on stage with this guitar and I'd be like, 'Catwoman gave this to me'!" He laughed even more, looking at the guitar. He was really determined to get the band famous for some reason.

    Nicole couldn't stop smiling at Franklin's pleasure, "When you become famous, I'll be that crazy person in the audience who throws random objects at the singers."

    "Oh when you do, could you throw me a sparkly boa?... And a dog! I love dogs." Franklin snickered before strumming the guitar lightly. "Do you hear that? That is the sound of heaven." He smiled.

    Nicole leans over to Franklin, "Your voice is the sound of Heaven," She places a quick kiss on his cheek, friend ship wise.

    Franklin's cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. "Really? I thought your voice was angelic, not mine." He smiled, glancing at her.

    Nicole couldn't believe she just pecked Franklin, and he was blushing to. How sweet. "Thanks, I'll be Angelic Catwoman and your Franky the demon."