Room 406, Sunday morning

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel woke up, warm and comfortable. Yesterday had been fun. There was cheerleader bonding in Buffy's room before the game. The basketball game was a lot of fun. Then there was the after party. Afterwards she and Greg had come back up to her room to watch some downloaded episodes of Mr. What, during which they'd apparently fallen asleep.

She sighed with contentment and waited for Greg to wake up.

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Greg blushed. "Really? The geekiness isn't annoying?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's adorable," she assured him. "And it's part of who you are. So how could I not?"

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg smiled, blushing darker as he reached over to move a little hair off her face.

And since he couldn't think of anything useful to say, he kissed her.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel smiled as his lips met hers. Her free hand drifted up to the back of his neck as she lightly ran her fingers through his hair.