forum Dorm Room 210 [Private RP // Closed — Stalkers welcome!]

Started February 26, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“Music artist or artist artist?” Amber questioned, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Music artist,” William clarified. “I know you like Lindsey and Evanescence, for two.”

Amber hummed in thought, twisting to look up at the ceiling. “I also like Taylor Swift… But only, like, her earlier years. And you can’t tell anyone I said that.”

“Why not?” William furrowed his eyebrows. “Why can’t anyone else be told that?”

“Because you’ll ruin my reputation!” Amber laughed, nuzzling his neck.

“What reputation?” William teased, planting a kiss on her neck.

Amber swatted at him playfully, chuckling a little. “How rude… I have a reputation.”

William held her closely until her cheek was pressed against his chest. “All, right. I’ll take your word for it.”

“Good,” Amber hummed, tilting her to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, the only place she could reach at the moment.

William took a deep breath, a hand still running through her hair. “So. What’s my question?”

“Oh, right… Uh… Favorite color?” Amber asked, hiding a yawn by burying her face in his chest again.

“Purple,” William twirled a piece of hair around his finger. “But I’ve started to like blue, due to the color of your eyes.”

Amber smiled and looked up at him. “Purple is nice. Can you guess mine? Or… have I told you…?”

“You’ve told me,” William chuckled, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Blue. Like my nickname for you.”

“I thought I did,” Amber chuckled, sighing happily and tightenening her arms around him. “Okay, your turn.”

“Hm… your favorite cartoon growing up?” William tried, tightening his own arms around her.

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“Clifford: The Big Red Dog,” Amber answered immediately. “I loved that show when I was little.”

“That was a good show,” William chuckled. “I love how you answered it immediately.”

Amber grinned up at him, chuckling softly. “It was vey memorable for me. Now, you… What was yours?”

William snorted.

“I gave a hint once,” his eyes crinkled. “Popeye The Sailor Man. I was crazy for that show. My parents actually got me a cake with Popeye on it for my fourth birthday.”

“You did? Geez, I’m oblivious sometimes,” Amber laughed a little. “It’s funny hat you liked that show. I’ve never actually seen it before. Did you ever want to eat… What was it? Spinach? Because of the show?”

“How is it funny?” William rubbed a thumb over her cheek. “And you haven’t? Wow. That’s surprising. And no, the show never inspired me to eat spinach. I hated it.”

“I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t expect it,” Amber said with a shrug. “And, no, I haven’t seen it. I don’t think my parents did, either.”

“It was a fun cartoon,” William pulled her closer as he shifted. “I suppose it’s your turn now?”

Amber hummed in thought, resting her cheek against his chest. “How many girls did you go out with before me?” she asked softly.

William sighed, now playing with her hair with both hands.

“Four,” he answered. “I went out with four.”

“What grades did you go out with them?” Amber wondered softly, enjoying the feel of his hands in her hair.

“I went out with the first girl when I was in ninth grade,” William answered softly. “My tenth year, I was single. The other three were during my eleventh and twelfth year. Actually, you’ve seen my third before.”

Amber frowned slightly, confused. “I have? Who was that?”

“The girl I dumped water over at the party,” William elaborated. “That one.”