Sweet Dream or a Beautiful Nightmare?

Kris stumbled his way to the campus, using Becca as his aid. He never really realised that he was using Becca as his assistance until he let go of her hand and tried to walk ahead. That was when he had to stagger across the path to sit down on a bench, which was situated under a beautiful blossom tree. His eyes watched a single blossom fall to the ground, he was totally out of it at that moment, but then, he heard a bird call and he ducked down. Crawling under the bench in order to hide under it, he muttered: I really do hate birds. and covered his eyes in fear.

Becca had allowed herself to follow Kris, making sure to keep constant pressure on his back. It shocked her when he lurched forward from her grasp, his stumbling faintly amusing in her eyes. She sat down on the bench casually, streching her legs out completely aware of the fact her boyfriend was currently using it as a defense sheild from the flying creatures above. She rolled her eyes and patted the bench, her legs remaining streched out. They wont hurt you She scolded, catching one of the blossoms upon her palm, watching it carefully.

Yeh, that's what they make you think! he stuttered. And once you show them that you are not afraid, they pounce on you, and beak you to death! Trust me! he shuddered and tugged on Becca's leg for protection. He looked up on the sky, watching out for any sort of birds. The skies seemed to be clear, and so he poked his head out from under the bench and glanced around. Is it safe? he whispered to Becca, clinging onto her leg for the whole time.

Becca's brow had never lowered as she felt his warm grasp on her leg. She looked down at him and blinked, nodding slowly. I usually scare off the smart creatures She mused, seemingly proud of this as she blew the blossom off the palm of her hand, watching it blow away with the others. She smiled lightly at this and pulled up her leg, forcing Kris out from under the bench. She didn't truly like seeing him faintly hanging from her leg, nor the strength in which she'd put behind it. Now behave She commanded, slowly laughing.

As Kris was pulled from his hiding place, he never once took his eyes off the surrounding area, not blinking to ensure that he could not be poked in the eye by a flying beast, sweeping down to peck him and harm him. He shuddered at the thought and stood up off the floor. He dusted himself down and sneezed as the blossoms brushed against his face. His eyes filled up with the dark gooey substance that could harm millions. He quickly squeezed his nose, making sure that he was no longer able to breathe in the smell of the fresh blossoms. GAH! I am moving! he proclaimed and slowly wobbled to the other side of the bench, far from the tree and perched his behind down beside Becca.

Becca once again rolled her eyes, crossing her legs now trying to seem relaxed. Your an idiot you know? She pointed out, patting his head happily, unconciuosly ruffling his hair in doing so. She sighed and looked up at the sky, finding her head tilitng towards the tree in thought. So...about the mysterious slushy spiking bi-...lady She smiled weakly, her hand being placed in her lap as she began to drum her fingers lightly.

You really think she spiked me? he questioned, confused slightly as to why his mind was doubting that obviously his behavior was down to that girl who had handed him a slushy randomly. And, I know I am an idiot! he giggled and smiled weakly, trying to lighten the mood. He could see that anger was boiling up inside of Becca, although she may have seemed ok, but she was a vampire and it was only "human" (to say the least) for her. He quickly placed his hand over her's, attempting to stop the drumming which echoed around the area in which they sat in.

Sorry Becca muttered, her hand fidgeting lightly under his as the drumming continued, only lightly. She sighed at this, her eyes closing as she calmed down to an extent that looked at least reasonable. She let out a louder sigh as she rubbed her head slowly with her free hand. Even if she didn't..I wouldn't mind having a little...glance at her Becca grumbled, the glancing intention being more of a threat than view. She inwardly scolded herself for being so uptight, but found she couldn't help it.

Er...okies. he said, near whisper. He then squeezed her hand tight, feeling the cold temperature that caused a shiver to be sent through his body. She is still blonde, blue eyed and a bitch. And you can call her that, because I am till I learn why and how. he sighed, still glancing around on the search of birds.

Becca noticed his lack of concentration and suddenly smirked, eyes remaining closed as she rubbed her head quietly. Bitch it is She chuckled and leaned in, making a loud chirping noise down Kris' ear, grinning wide as her eyes opened up, seemingly holding a faint hint of sinister mood to them from her violent thoughts towards this girl. Her hand didn't leave his, her laughter then echoing out.

Kris jumped, heart racing and palms clammy. GAH! YOU MOO! he shouted, turning paler each second. He would of hit out if he hadn't realised sooner of who it was. He inhaled a deep breath and glared at Becca, trying to seem evil and moody, this look was definitely not working. Seems that bitch ain't the only bitch around here! he sulked and pouted like a disobedient 4 year old. I hate birds! he pronounced and whined.

Becca's laughter echoed out across the clearing in a melodic tone, her body curling up faintly against Kris' as she tried to contain her giggles more. She slowly looked up at him, trying to hide her faint murderous intentions which where forming in her mind. I'm insulted! She exclaimed, faking a hurt expression as she scoffed, looking back to the tree in thought, watching as a bird actually flew from it, fleeing from her laugh. This caused her to frown. Fucking feathered rat

Oh, I am sorry. he apologized, feeling sick for comparing her to the bitch who may or may not have spiked him. He tried to pull her in for a hug, hoping she would accept his stupidity. He spotted the bird and fled himself. Jumping up and running away, arms waving around in the air like crazy. I HATE FUCKING BIRDS!! he yelled and hid behind the blossom tree, causing him to sneeze and his eyes to water. AND I HATE HAY FEVER! he ran in the opposite direction and finally ended up under the bench again, shaking like a leaf.

At Kris' sudden movment, Becca had hit the bench at a full pressured hit, her face colliding with the bottom of it. Her eyes snapped wide in unknown pain, gaze confused to what had actually happened. She heard Kris shouting and yelling and soon traced his scent strongly to under the bench. Threw out that whole situation, she hadn't moved once, but as she did, she felt her cheek litterally dint from the pattern in the bench. A visable twitch formed as she rubbed her cheek, growling a little at the light stinging sensation. Utter moron She whined, ducking down, looking at him in disbelief. She sighed noticing him curled in fear.

Sorry...again. he stuttered and shook in fear. I am truly sorry...it's just...b-b-birds! he informed her. He reached for her hand, patting it when he did reach it, declaring how sorry he was once again. Can you forgive me? he mumbled, as a lump formed in his throat. He stayed under the bench, motionless except for his reaching hand. He would stay there forever if he had to, so he told himself.