Crazy, CRAZY Million- [private for spark and i]

Donovan walked for a few more steps before catching himself again, baffled at how quickly he had fallen into a rhythm with her. This is not good. This could even become a friendship... And that's clearly NOT okay. he thought, casting one look over his shoulder before jogging away, needing to put distance between them, his hands swinging by his side naturally as he ran. The minute he got back to the mansion, he flopped down on his bed, totally confused by what was happening, and determined to find his old rhythm again.

"Benji... I don't know." Way said with a nervous face, raising an eyebrow over in his direction. "I'm almost your size.... Almost..." she said, amending her statement half way through, knowing she was more or less four inches smaller than him. "I think I'd be too heavy. And I'm fine. Really." she said, walking forward again, rolling her ankle in the air after a few steps, trying to get the irritating pain away.

"I might..." Matteo said with a crooked smile in her direction, ruffling his hands through his hair as he spoke, leaving the golden strands messy and pointed in all directions. "After all, seashell picking is VERY difficult..." he added, his smile widening when he saw her blush. She's blushing because of me again. That's good. Right? Yeah. That's good. I should say something....

"Because I said so." Charlotte said before glancing over at him and smirking slightly. "And it didn't really mean anything. I kiss a TON of people. That really doesn't make you super special." she said, trying to make it seem like less of a big deal than it was. But it's not like I like him or anything. It's just because I felt guilty.

"Benji? What are you- what are you DOING?!" Way said, throwing her arms around his neck when she felt him pick her up, hating the feeling of weightlessness. When he twirled her around, she let out a little squeak, tightening her grip around his neck and holding her body right next to his, unable to trust that his arms would hold her up. However, after a second, when she didn't hit the ground and feel all her bones disintegrate, she peeked open an eye and blushed bright red, loosening her grip on him slightly. "Sorry..." she muttered, a bit embarrassed by her reaction. "You;re SURE you can do this? 110% absolutely positive?"

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Matteo said with a laugh, jogging after her, although he didn't stop when he caught up, but instead just wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up for a few seconds, taking excessively dramatic steps forward with her in his arms, setting her down after a few seconds with a wide smile and a tiny blush on his cheeks. But I don't really need to blush. If she likes me, and I like her... Than what do I have to be embarrassed about?

"Because you were talking, and, unfortunately, I didn't have a sock in my back pocket to stick in your mouth." Charlotte said with a little snicker as she drove off, hating the interrogation, although trying to play off the move. "So I went with the next best option. And you STILL yelled after me. How rude is that?" she asked, pretending to be irritated at the end.

"I'm pretty sure I am..." Way grumbled, her grip tightening to its previous chokehold when he lurched forward, gripping him desperately, as if that would save her from falling. "After all, I HAVE fallen on that ankle quite a few times. Perks of boarding. I think I know just how heavy I am." She said with a little laugh, although it was tinged with nervousness, still totally uncomfortable without her feet on the ground. Im not even good with jumps...

"Why not?" Matteo said with a laugh, slowly pulling his from her waist, giving her hand a tiny squeeze before stepping away and looking over at her with a cocky little smile. "I mean, I thought it was cute... You got all panicky for a second." He said with a little smile before running down onto the beach, running away from his confession playfully.

"Well, then I guess I should never interrupt you again, should I?" She asked with a smug smirk, looking over at him once more after she parked the cart outside of the mansion, hopping out and tuckingbthe keys in her back pocket. "I mean, I wouldn't want to be rude..."

ooc: so late! Well, have fun ;)

"Oh, wow. You're HYSTERICAL." Way grumbled, resting her chin on his shoulder for a second, slowly, SO slowly, relaxing in his arms, although she still remained as stiff as a board. After another few seconds, she frowned and grumbled, "Can you put me down, now? You've proven you're stronger than you look..." she said, wiggling in his arms for a half-second, trying to get down, although she was scared at the same time of dropping and especially of falling on her ankle again. The dumb game... If Bennett had just left the lights on...

"That's the fun part, though!" Matteo called from ten feet up the beach, his back to the setting sun, his hair golden with the dying evening light. "Now, come on. I was promised a lovey-dovey lesson on shell collecting, and I am NOT letting that opportunity pass by me." he teased, standing in his spot, waiting for her to catch up, admiring her bright red hair, practically set to fire by the setting sun. She's so pretty... Why are none of the girls at school like her? She's cute, she's funny, she's pretty, she's smart... She has everything.

"Oh, wow. How original..." Charlotte said with a grumble, opening the door to the mansion, giving him a little glare, and then slamming it behind her, not letting him in, and stalking off to her room with a little smirk, although she quickly tried to kill it. I'm just flirting with him so that he will do what I want. Right? Right. Of course. There's nothing else there. I'm not even attracted to him.

Donovan cracked open his eyes after a few more seconds of just stewing in his confusion, dismissing all those thoughts when he remember the envelope in his jacket. I can figure out Gracie later... he thought, not even giving a second thought now to the fact that he was thinking about her. He pulled the envelope out of his jacket and opened it slowly, silently, running his knife under the flap and then pulling out a map of the mansion and all the land around it with a confused look. A map....? What, no more shooting challenges?

"And you with your face..." Way said with a little laugh, using her board as a minor crutch as she hoped up the stairs, praying he didn't think she was dramatizing it. It honestly hurts a lot. And I don't want to hurt it further... she thought nervously. She looked at the mansion then at him and grumbled. "Do you want to come back to my room with me?" she offered before making a face. "You know, in the least weird way possible? Because it's only four now, and dinner is supposed be at seven, and without my games, I won't know what to do for that long."

"Thanks, I tried. Just for you." he said, running his fingers through the front little tuft, the part that refused to stay down, after she had fluffed it up. However, the minute she introduced the lesson, he stopped and just looked down at her with a smile, although it was hinting on a smirk, his eyes shining. "Please. Teach me the art of shell collecting." he said, excited to just be spending time with her.

"I'm NOT attracted to you." Charlotte said, walking straight towards her room, not even turning around when she heard him following after her, protesting her actions. She unlocked her door quickly, then leaned against it and finally turned around, looking at him with a little smirk. "Fine. I'm attracted to you, and my room is wide open. Nobody is back. Join me?" she asked with a little purr, praying he took the bait. As if I'd even be that easy.

"Yeah, whatever. As long as it's not on my bed, because you're sweaty and gross and I am having NONE of that." she said, making a face and then rolling her eyes at his concern. "Benjo. I'm FINE. I rolled my ankle. You're acting like my mom..." she said with a little grumble, limping off into the house, the adjusted step more natural for the moment. She turned around after a few steps and raised an eyebrow down at him and smirked slightly. "Are you coming?"

Matteo felt her soft hand on his face, and he almost leaned in then and there, almost closed the gap between their lips, let his touch tell her everything that he was unsure of how to say. I would press my lips to hers and she would be confused for a second, but then after that, she'd kiss me back... I bet she is a heel-popper. I hope she is a heel-popper. he thought, the entire thing already playing out in his head. He turned in after another few seconds, nodding to what she had just said, looking up at her in the hope that something would give away what it was. I have NO idea what she said. "Lets get to the searching part!" he said with a little cheer, breaking away from their position after a second, once he felt her hand leave his face, and he jogged down the beach, giving a few random jumps in the middle, just playing around with her.

"Yes. Yes, it is." Charlotte said with a little smirk before pushing the door to her room open and walking inside, letting it swing shut slowly, both trying to tempt him and, at the same time, not wanting to have to stay in her room alone for another three hours before dinner. I NEVER get privacy. Even at home. I need to have someone to talk to. she thought, hating how dependent that made her feel.

Way rolled her eyes and gave his arm a little shove, although she just limped back to her room, unlocking the door quickly and pushing it open, making sure to prop it open with the trash can by the door so he didn't get too uncomfortable. Because that is honestly the LAST thing I am suggesting. she thought before seeing the little TV in the corner of her room and giving a cheer. "Oh my god. They GOT me one!" she said excitedly, hobbling over to it and then looking at him with excited eyes and digging through her bags before grabbing a huge stack of video games and throwing them on her desk, the controllers following immediately after it. She looked at him for a second and blushed a little before shrugging. "I really REALLY hate doing homework." she offered as explanation, already trying to figure out what game she wanted to play.

Matteo lurched forward when she stopped him, although he pouted and turned to her, moving his hand in hers slowly so that she was no longer holding his wrist, but his hand itself. He slowly linked their fingers together, eager to take that step, although he shrugged at the same time. "I saw them. I just didn't think they were up to the Matteo standard." he said with a playful smile down at her. "I need the ones I find to be PERFECT."

"Whatever." Charlotte grumbled, flopping back on the bed, secretly pleased he had joined her. She looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, unsure of what to say, what to do, just waiting for him to initate something. He's got to have another part to himself other than the persistent girl searcher, right?

"Yeah, I play." She said with a little laugh, making a face when he leafed through he games and then giving an apologetic grunt. "They're mostly skateboarding games..." She added, laughing a tiny bit at how single-minded her life must seem to him. "One of the guys down at the park got me in to the them." She added before leafing through them once more and then turning to him. "You can choose the game, if you wanna play. Or you can still nap... I don't really mind." She said, although she hoped that he agreed to play with her.

"That sounds like a great plan." He said, following a few steps after her as they walked down the beach, his cheeks a soft red from the compliment. She thinks you're perfect... "So, does my lovie-dovie lesson include a brief lecture on how you might have started collecting shells?" He asked, actually finding that he legitimately cared.

"'Movies." Charlotte confirmed with a little smile, still looking up at the ceiling. "But in French. I'm teaching myself the language, and that's an easy way to further your speaking and your listening comprehension." She stated matter-of-factly, although she blushed a little bit at the end at how nerdy and dumb she much sound. "What do you do?" She asked, eager to switch the subject.

"It's nothing like actual skateboarding." Way explained, grabbing one of the boxes, the movement natural and unforced, and she slipped it into the gaming system with only a few frustrated slams of her fist to try and make the machine work. When the game flickered on, she smiled and tossed him a controller before sitting down at the bottom of her bed, leaning against the frame. "It's cool, though, to see the tricks that are really hard. It's kinda like I'm able to do them." she explained before motioning for him to join her.

"That's adorable..." Matteo mused, giving her hand a little squeeze and slowly starting to walk up the beach, his feet just wandering, taking him wherever they felt. "I bet you were an adorable kid. Big blue eyes and redheaded pigtails?" he asked, looking over at her with a teasing smile before nodding once, not even needing confirmation. "I bet."

"We could try a happy medium?" Charlotte asked, impressed that the was willing to try listening to a French movie, even though he would understand near nothing. Except for maybe a conjugate or two... she thought before riffling through her bag, glaring up at him to make sure he wasn't looking, and then pulled out two movies and walked over to him, until their chests were nearly touching, and she handed it to him, letting her pinky brush over his as she did so. "Maybe a French produced movie, spoken in English?" she added, looking up at him slowly, brushing dark hair from in front of her eyes. "Although they tend to be a little on the intimate side..."

"Have you never played a video game before?" Way asked, looking in his direction for a second, absolutely appalled by the suggestion of such a deprived lifestyle. After a second, though, she realized her possible mistake and leaned back with a little laugh and blush, embarrassed by the screw up, and added, "Or, I mean... THIS video game before..." she added, rolling her eyes. She quickly clicked through all the introduction screens, still looking over at him. "You press the A to jump, the X to flip, the Y to ollie, and the B to pause the game. Joystick controls where you go." she said with a little laugh. "And after every jump you do, you get a score. The goal is to rack up the most points possible."

Matteo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when she explained what her dad used to do with her, although he dismissed it after a few seconds, imagining her with the long pigtails running off her back, red hair blowing around in the wind, accompanied by a shy smile that would grow and grow until you knew you were one of her best friends. "Oh, me?" he asked with a laugh before shaking his head. "A little bit. For a few years. But then after that I became the kid in the soccer jersey that's two-sizes-too-big. You know the ones." he said with a little laugh, remembering his childhood.

"I think a four year old Isaac, besides from being years more adorable, might actually be better in this situation... He wouldn't get the wrong idea and try to make a move on me in the middle of the movie." she said, giving him a little smirk before separating from him, letting her hand trail off of his for a second or three before she flopped back against the bed, already clicking forward with the remote.