forum Paige & Darren Private one-on-one (@Typhoon1912)

Started June 24, 2018 by Deleted user

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She showed no visible reaction but released a slight hiss. Her fingers trailed around his back.

He migrated back to her lips with passion and excitement. The last thing he was thinking about was someone walking in.

Bryson knocked on the door. "Paige? Is everything okay?"

Paige gasped and pulled away from Darren. "Yes," she called.

"Can… Can I come in?"

She looked at Darren.

He scrambled off of her, “Yeah come in,” he said weakly as he searched for his shirt.

Paige sat up quickly, smoothing her rumpled hair and arranging the bedsheets in an unassuming manner.

Bryson opened the door and eyed the two of them. "I heard a loud thump. Is everything okay?"

Darren tugged at his shirt to get it all the way on, “Mmhmm… I, uhh, dropped my phone. Oops,” he laughed awkwardly, side eyeing the phone still on the floor.

Bryson squinted suspiciously. "How did you drop it? And why were you not wearing a shirt?" He gave his sister a glance.

“I was readjusting my shirt and the phone slipped from my hand,”

Paige met his gaze evenly, giving him a look that said, 'Leave him alone.'

"What were you doing before that?" Bryson pressed.

“Why is that your business?”

"Because you're in my family's house, alone with my sister in her bedroom," Bryson accused.

"Bryson, please," Paige sighed, already knowing that he wouldn't listen to her until he got what he wanted from Darren.

“I was being a boyfriend,” he walked over and picked his phone up.

"By?" Bryson questioned.

"Stooop," Paige muttered, flopping down on the bed.

“Nothing she wasn’t comfortable with,” he sat on the edge of the bed.

Paige sat up and cuddled against his arm, leaning her temple on his shoulder. "Exactly, Bryson. We're fine."

Bryson rolled his eyes, defeated. "Dinner should be ready in maybe 20 minutes. I'm going downstairs to help Mom. Don't get into trouble," he warned, shutting the door and going down the stairs.

Paige listened to his footsteps fade away. As soon as they were gone, she looked up at him. "So, I may have been a bit off on the time estimate…"

"I see… It's okay though," he leaned his head on her's, "Do you wanna go down and help too?"

"Sure," she said, kissing him gently.

Darren hopped up, "We shall go then," he offered a hand to help her.

"We shall," she said, taking his hand lightly and boosting herself up. She lead the way down the stairs and through the house to the kitchen, which bled into the dining room and the living room.
Bryson looked glad to see them, as did the siblings' mother.
"Paige! How was school? Who is this?" she asked quickly, eyeing Darren and Paige together.

Darren smiled somewhat nervously, "I'm Darren,"

"Darren!" she exclaimed.
Paige blushed, embarrassed. "Sorry," she muttered to him.

(Btw, she's the drama teacher. Like she was in the second School RP that died.)

"Hey!" he smiled, "It's fine," he insisted to Paige under his breath.

(Okie!)

"Darren Darren Darren!" Mrs. Turner cried, coming around the counter. "Of course, my star!"
Paige looked up at him. "What does she mean?"
"Darren is my singing star," Mrs. Turner flamboyantly addressed him.

Darren blushed, "Me? I don't think so," he laughed.

"Of course you are!" Mrs. Turner exclaimed, motioning them into the kitchen. Bryson was scrubbing potatoes in the sink. "Paige, toss the salad. Toss it… vivaciously!"
Paige blushed and rolled her eyes, tossing the salad normally.
Mrs. Turner sighed and looked at Darren. "I try," she muttered.

"Kids are stubborn these days," he said back to her with a wink, he considered himself to be very good with adults.

Paige noticed Darren and her mom talking quietly. Please don't be getting to him too, she begged. Bryson noticed her gaze and just finished with the potatoes. He dried off his hands and stood behind her, putting his arms around her and working on the salad from behind her. She leaned back into his chest and giggled. Bryson smiled. He knew what she was going through, everything she was going through, and he was glad that he was able to make her laugh.
Mrs. Turner laughed. "Of course. But especially her," she said, inclining her head towards the siblings but clearly meaning Paige.

"A stubbornness isn't always a bad thing. It means she's willing to fight for what she believes in."