Shall we hate, or be friends? ]Syncydoodle[

[lorilie]

Melissa had been drawing in her notebook most of her lunch period, but now that the line was dying down, she figured she should go and get something to eat. With a sigh, she hoisted her bag to her shoulder, and carried it, along with her pen and paper to the line.

She bought an apple and a water bottle, glancing up frm her work to smile at the lady, and put the bottle in her bag while biting inton the apple and walking back to her seat while drawing.

Suddenly, the girl's slight form bumped into someone, and she gave a small "Oof!"

Melissa removed the apple from her mouth and gave the boy a sheepish smile, looking up through her bangs. "Oops. Sorry sir, my fault. Wasn't looking where I was going. Are you new?" She cocked her head at him curiously, her eyes bright.

[Sync]

* i look at you all see the LOVE there that's SLEEPING
(WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS)
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<sup>He and Crychau strode down the corridor of the boys dorms. He had been here one day, and already he was sick of this place. He had gotten a few friendly smiles from academy dwellers, which he had shot down with a glare or a snide comment. He was still fuming about the talk he had with his uncle, and dammit why did he have to be the school principal?! It wasn't that he wasn't afraid to mouth off a school principal, Dafydd scared him when he wasn't in teacher mode, it was the fact he had already gotten a few comments about his relation. Apparently they looked "similar". Ieuan didn't agree, but he rarely did with others. He kicked the bench outside the cafeteria, cursing when pain ran through his foot. He read the sign that clearly said "No Pet's in the Cafeteria!", which he promptly ignored, and lead Crychau into the room. The canine took an appreciative sniff at the air, while his master wrinkled his nose in disgust. Crychau strode forward, already locating the line up and stood patiently, looking at his master and then at the person in front of him in the line. Ieu cracked a rare smile and followed his dog, lining up beside the large Neapolitan Mastiff.

Ieuan had ordered a hamburger for his canine companion and a sandwich for himself. He received a few glares from the kitchen staff, but the didn't say anything. Obviously they had seen the family resemblance. He took a step away from the line, only to be smacked into by a blonde haired youngster. Maybe you should next time. he snarled after regaining his balance, glad he hadn't dropped any food. He leaned down to pull at the color of his dog, who was trying to make friends with the girl. Yes, I'm new. he said haughtily, before turning and walking to the rear of the room, to drop onto the table. Crychau clambered up beside him, waiting for Ieu to place his food in front of him. He then began to devour the burger as his master picked daintily at the sandwich.</sup>

&word count; three-five-six
&tagged; MYSSI DEAREST!
&outfit; coming soon
&lyrics; while my guitar gently weeps by the beatles
&listening to; wayne's world on encore avenue
&notes; will get better!
&credits; template by brooke from caution

[lorilie]

Melissa was taken aback by the tone and meekly ducked her head, deciding to try and let his mood pass. She shyly moved on, taking a hurried bite of her apple. She swam through the rapid stream of hormone-driven teens to her seat and was startled that the new boy had someone managed to find her table at the back. But, he was farther down, so she merely ignored him.

The fourteen year old wondered how to approach him without firing him up at her. Bumping into him didn't work, and that usually made someone rather talkative. She contemplated this strange being down the table, knowing that her hopes of making him a friend or ally was quickly draining her charcoal-spotted fingers.

Lissa didn't have many friends here, and each time someone new turned up at Blue Ridge, she perked up in hopes of a new being to capture in her net of friends. It was a rather pitiful net. Just Freddie, Jay and Spencer as of current. And the fact that some people thought she was a cutter, and knew that she was the child of Chuck Bass didn't help her social status. Not that she minded. She was pretty used to it, thoughm it still hurt sometimes.

[Sync]

* i look at you all see the LOVE there that's SLEEPING
(WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS)
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<sup>His eyes followed the movements of the girl. She made her way to the table he was sat at, a growl forming at his throat. It stopped when she decided to sit at the far end of the table and ignore him. He went back to picking at the pathetic excuse called a sandwich. He finally gave up and offered it to Crychau, who gulped it down in one bite. Ieuan rolled his eyes and ruffled the ears of the dog. His hand went out to reach for the water bottle in front of him, unscrewing the lid to take a sip. As he did so, Crychau lumbered off the bench to make his way down to the girl on the end of the bench. For Christ sake dog. he grumbled, lifting himself from the bench. He followed the dog, who had his cool nose pressed into the girl's arm. He reached to grab at the dog's collar, but missed when the mastiff climbed up onto the bench beside the blonde haired female.

Ieuan tried to pull the dog from the bench, but he was so heavy that Crychau didn't move an inch. Ieuan's hand reached up to press at his face, pulling down slowly and sighed loudly. He dug into his pockets to see if he had anything to bribe him with. He had a ball and some chewing gum. He pulled out the ball and held it the mastiff's face, who blatantly ignored it and pressed his large, wrinkled cranium into the girls. The boy sighed again, tugging at the collar again which again was ignored. He still hadn't acknowledged the girl. Fynd i lawr , Crychau. he told the dog sternly in his native tongue. The canine finally left the bench, but firmly planted himself onto his haunches beside the girl. Bloody hell. the boy snarled. Crychau usually didn't act like this, and this made him dislike the girl more. He didn't know why, but he did. He glared at the girl, his blue oracles darkening with anger.</sup>

&word count; three-four-oh
&tagged; MYSSI DEAREST!
&outfit; coming soon
&lyrics; while my guitar gently weeps by the beatles
&listening to; wizards of waverly place on family channel
&notes; o.O rebellious Crychau..
&credits; template by brooke from caution

**Translations: 1. Get down Crychau.

[lorilie]

Melissa jumped when she felt a dog's head hit her leg, then peeked curiously under the table to give Crychau a smile. Her British lyrics were voiced as she offered the big animal a polite greeting. "Salutations, sir mastiff. How are you today?" He handsome creature parted his maw to pant lazily, a thread a drool swinging from his jaws.

When the intimidating boy came rushing up, Melissa's head ducked shyly again, retreated from his glare in her own self. He spoke angrily to the dog in English, but the animal simply hopped up onto the bench beside her. He snuffled her face, causing her to chuckle. "No doubt you smell Sparks." she told him softly, delighting in the fact that his ears pricked to catch her quiet words. Then, the older male spoke in Welsh. This caught Melissa by surprise, but she thought she might know a way to get on his maybe good side...

"Dydy a 'n arddun chi. Choelia caem off at 'r c chychwyn. 'm enwa ydy Melissa Whitcombe. Beth ydy eiddo?"

She winced inwardly, hoping her Welsh wasn't too rusty for him to understand.

~~

"He is a handsome dog. I believe we got off to the wrong start. My name is Melissa Whitcombe. What is yours?"

[Sync]

* i look at you all see the LOVE there that's SLEEPING
(WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS)
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<sup>The canine grinned as the female offered him attention, which he soaked up gratefully. As his master shouted at him once more, he looked up at Ieuan, a dopey expression on his face. Ieuan cursed but looked at the girl as she spoke to him in Welsh. His eyes narrowed. She was speaking in an English accent, the Welsh language just didn't suit her. Wales and England had that huge rivalry, each hating her for reasons that were now only known to their ancestors. Ieuan Rees. he told her, not bothering to put it into a sentence. He scolded himself for giving his last name, now he would be known as "The principal's nephew". He looked at his canine once more, his expression beyond angry and running up to furious. Crychau picked up on this, stalking back up to where they were sat before. Ieuan followed him without another word to the girl, sinking back into his seat. The mastiff lumbered back up beside him, looking at Ieuan pleadingly. His master just ignored him, sipping his water. His features frosted over as he let his eyes wander around the cafeteria.

Nobody caught his interest, and he placed his head heavily on his crossed arms which sat on the cold table. Crychau pressed his slobbery maw into Ieuan's arm, leaving a gross trail of saliva. Ieuan didn't even bother to remove it, he was used to it now. Crychau again began to edge toward the girl, which Ieuan heard easily. He wasn't good at sneaking, terrible actually. Don't bother. I'll set Glas on you. he told the canine. Crychau's audits perked at Glas's name. He was terrified of the four year old feline. She had a foul temper like Ieuan, always searching out something to annoy. Crychau was her favorite target as he was such a big baby. All she had to do is stalk toward him and he scampered off, squealing like a baby. Ieuan looked up once more, casting a nasty glare toward the blonde haired female. He then pulled back Crychau's collar as he once more tried to get toward Melissa.</sup>

&word count; three-five-three
&tagged; MYSSI DEAREST!
&outfit; CLICK?!
&lyrics; while my guitar gently weeps by the beatles
&listening to; sonny with a chance on family channel
&notes; unfriendly Ieuan.. -.-
&credits; template by brooke from caution

**Translations: 1. Get down Crychau.