Up to You

Jamison snickered and scooted his chair closer to Dalton. "Training, my foot. You're just bored and want something fun to do." He cleared his throat and squinted at the screen, trying to make sense of how to navigate it.

"Well, um... I... I have a first name." He bit his lip and glanced at the giant. "And... a class? So... if we can find the current calculus class and if there's only one student whose first name is Lucy, then that's the one." He cleared his throat again. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He still looked at the screen though. "Okay... so there's the calculus class and... I imagine student grades would be in the teacher's files... and that would probably be... there?" He pointed to one of many files, questioning the route that should be taken.


Hunter just smiled as Ryan came over, and wrapped his arms around her. "Mm..." He returned her kiss, heard her question, but just went back for another kiss again. "I'm not sure..." He cocked his head the other way and deepened his kiss. "...that I care..." he mumbled. "...about supper."

Turning her around, he pushed her against the wall and just let his passion show, since they were alone. His arm held her closely, while his other hand ran through her hair, just enjoying the moment. Eventually he slowed and pulled away just enough to see her eyes, and his smile returned. "Although it would probably be a good idea to eat something," he admitted. "Wouldn't wanna pass out behind the wheel.."

He finally straightened up to give her space, and set his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs caressing the sides of her neck. "If you wanna fix something, I won't stop you. If you don't feel like cooking, we'll go grab something. So that means... it's up to you."


Dylan shook his head and just gave Ashlee a wry grin before continuing to work. He was glad she was sticking around, but he really didn't get the whole infatuation with Travis thing. She was trying to get the best of both worlds, and Dylan  wasn't convinced it would work.

It didn't take much longer to finish up the chores, and soon Dylan was standing at the aisle intersection, taking off his gloves. He nodded to Ashlee. "Well, I guess that's that." He'd planned to go straight for the coffee but... he might wait a while now. "I'll... see ya later, I'm sure."


Travis wandered across the dining room, coffee in hand, and flopped down in an extra chair across from Angel. It was quiet...not many had shown up yet, and breakfast wasn't quite done. He fiddled with the warm mug instead of drinking anything yet. 

"I don't get it," he finally spoke. "He had no interest in Ashlee, but at every turn, there he is, wedging himself between me and Ashlee." His brow furrowed with irritation before he looked up at his aunt. "What's Dylan's problem?"