Her blue eyes crinkled and her mouth broke into a smile as she giggled. "Well, it's quite alright," the teenager told him as she climbed out of the car. "Shall we go inside?"

[fail post, but hey, it's the first one in a while. We'll get it started soon~
page two FTW.] 

Smiling himself, Andy closed the door behind Brookelle, only doing so after he made sure no part of her outfit was in danger of getting stuck. This had happened to him many times before when he was spending time with a girl, most often when he was on a date with them. When their clothes got stuck, a girl was usually pretty sore about it. Girls; they hold grudges. Andy reminded himself.

"Inside it is," he agreed with a beaming grin. Fishing his keys out of his pocket, Andy hurried over to the front door, unlatching the first, glass door and proceeding to use the key in between his fingers. The second door came next, opening without a fuss. "After you." Andy said, holding both doors open and bowing his head.

( ...So much muse. o.o Old roleplays get this, I guess. ) 

[o3o Muse. I no haz it.]

Skipping towards the door behind Andy, Brookelle waited patiently for him to open the doors. Once he had, she entered the house, saying a quick "thank you" to the boy who held the door open for her.

[lol.. what a fail.. GIVE ME MOAR TO WORK WITH!!!!1!!ONE!!!ELEVEN] 

( I WILL TRY!!!ELEVENTY-SEVENTY!! )

 Following Brookelle into the house, Andy closed the door and clicked a lock into place, it being a habit of his to lock the front door. "Okay, so we've got this project to work on..." Andy began, walking further into his home before plopping down into a couch. It was a mauve color, fitting right in with the color code of the room. Everything was either purple, white, glass, or a tanish-brownish color. The coffee table in front him had a glass top, which sat on top of a silver-and-white skeleton. Above the couch hung a painting of a sunset which, of course, stuck with the color code of the room. The sunset was of a purpley-pink color over a deep blue ocean.

On one side of the room was a display cabinet, well-stocked with glass figures or tiny sets of China, which were considered toys that might belong to a rich, young girl. Some of the cups or plates were chipped or broken altogether, held together by glue.

Andy ignored the familiar surroundings, getting his things out of his backpack. "What were we supposed to do again?" he asked, holding up his notebook. "I forgot." 

"Privacy? No, no... Just safety." 

Pointing the end of his pencil at Brookelle, Andy said, "Sharp girl. That was it, yeah." He flipped his pencil over, pointing the tip of it at his paper and staring. He stayed silent for some time, wrapped up in his own thoughts. Eventually, he threw his hands up, exclaiming, "This project is stupid! Let me tell you," Andy pointed a finger in Brookelle's face. "this is more appropriate for...frickin' drama class."

"Right, right."

"this is more appropriate for...frickin' drama class."
"Well, I can agree with you on that one," she said with a smile. Brookelle looked at his finger and bit it lightly. She laughed slightly and took his pen and pencil. "Well, like I said before," she began as she wrote a ti
tle neatly upon one of the lines, "Romeo and Juliet is one, but I don't think you'd want to do that one." She leaned back and pondered for a moment, then wrote another one down. "Pride and Prejudice..." 

"Oh yeah, you're... super-fly," Brookelle told him, rolling her eyes with a smile. "Bobcat boss? Right. Okay, whatever you say." She grabbed a pillow from the sofa, stood up and hit him with it playfully. "Like a boss," she said with a smirk on her face.

[fail post is fail.] 

She rolled her eyes. He was quite immature, but, unlike usual, Brookelle wasn't being particularly annoyed by it. The boy was childish, but in a cute way.
The teenager watched him "fly" into the kitchen, then raced after him. "You're not getting away from me, kay? Kay," she said matter-of-factly, and jumped on his back, her arms wrapped tightly around his chest.