Summer

Chapter 1- Pilot

It was a beautiful late summer morning. The sky was a clear blue, the sun was high and bright, and the birds were chirping. Below was the city park and it proved popular this day. With parents bringing their children to the playground, joggers making their rounds, owners bringing their dogs to catch Frisbees. Even couples young and old came for some quiet alone time together.

One such was a couple of artists who were silently having a picnic together with not a word between. The young guitarist Trent was sitting at that table tuning his instrument on the bench while his water bottle along with his ham and cheese sat on the table. In front of him, Gwen was leaning against the tree doing her best to doodle him on her sketch pad.

"CAAHH!"

Gwen looked up from her sketch pad and saw a Raven divebomb on top of the picnic table, taking off with Trent's half eaten sandwich. As it did, Gwen also saw Trent dive off the bench and on to the ground. His guitar on the table and an opened water bottle in its place, spilling it all over his face as he landed.

"Ha-haaa haha." Gwen laughed, kicking her feet wildly off the ground and into the air. "Y-you okay?"

"Uh-huh." Trent answered, turning over to his girlfriend and finding her giggling at him. Though unbeknownst to her, the young musician could also look up her skirt from that angle and see her magenta colored unmentionables. Shaking his head and sitting up with a blush he coughed. "Y-yeah, I-I'm just fine. Didn't see that coming."

"Cheer up handsome." Gwen teased as she got up and walked over to him, helping Trent to his feet. "Your dating a goth. Might be a good sign."

"Hope your right." Trent smiled before looking off at where the bird left. "But it took my lunch and flew off."

"Well, I'd never do something like that to ya." Gwen smiled before kissing the young musician. "But if I did I'd take more than a sandwich."

"I hope that's true or I'd better be one hell of a sandwich." Trent joked with Gwen chuckling at him as he pointed at her sketchbook. "How'd the drawing turn out?"

"Oh-no, its not ready."

Gwen shook her head. But that didn't stop the musician who started reaching for it. Gwen, her smile still beaming, turned away from him with her foot on his gut to push him away. Trent had just enough reach to almost make it. Just as he grabbed it both artists lost their balance and fell to the ground, the musician landing on top of the sketcher before both started rolling down a short hill. When they stopped the doodler was on top of the guitarist with him the victor, spoil in hand.

"I got it." Trent teased, his arm stretched out waving it in front of her out of reach.

"G-give it." Gwen demanded as she kept reaching it in a giggling fit. To get closer the sketch artist climbed up the musician's body she was on top of. Still laughing, Gwen soon noticed that Trent had stopped waving the book around.

"Ah-hem." Trent coughed. "Uh, I'm pretty sure we can't do this in the park in broad daylight."

"Huh?" Gwen asked as she looked down and saw her boyfriend's face directly below her chest. Gwen almost laughed as she saw this because to her it looked like Trent's gorgeous green eyes were hovering above the center of her bra cups in her shirt and his nose right in-between. Gwen grew a naughty smile she leaned down and kissed his nose. "Bet you wish this was night right now."

"Heh-heh." The guitarist nervously laughed as Gwen flipped off of him. Helping the blushing musician up to his feet again both walked back to the table as Trent opened the sketchbook. Seeing this Gwen grabbed for it again only for Trent to playfully slap her hand away. "Hey hey, I won. Don't be a sore loser."

"Meh." Gwen playfully stuck her tongue at him as he found the sketch. Trent chuckled a bit when he saw that the sketch was a blocky rectangle version of him sitting on the bench with his guitar like he was before, only shirtless with a six pack.

"Its good." Trent nodded, handing it back.

"Wait till its done. I'll also get you sweating triangle bullets and all shiny with a hexagon sun in the background." Gwen joked, them both sitting down. "I'm not good with curves."

"That's just your style. But see if you can draw me with a rectangle triple guitar and a triangle goatee. Maybe a block eye-patch?"

"Don't know about the eye-patch but the rest, sure." Gwen laughed, before she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. As Gwen pulled it out Trent rolled his eyes, guessing as to who it could be. "Sorry, that was Duncan. Its almost my shift at work and he's gonna drive me."

"Gotta say, can't wait till I get my car so I can do that."

"Or I get a car and take you to work… you know when you get a job." Gwen playfully jabbed Trent's side before she put her book into her bag on the bench. Gwen stood up and turned to the nearby sidewalk. "Now as much as I love talking about a Disney love moment with a fantasy car, I gotta wrap it up."

"Wait," Trent nervously pleaded, picking up his guitar. "I-I got a new song for you. While you wait I can play it for you."

"Heh, you really got the whole adorable musician thing down." Gwen shrugged, a smile on her face. "Sure, I've got some time."

"Its all part of the charm."

"Well, better get on with it." Gwen chuckled. "Duncan'll be her any minute."

"Say no more."

Trent nodded as he began playing his guitar. It was soon followed by the young musician's singing. Gwen quickly found herself lost in the tune. While the doodlist's ears were in heaven from the music and the lyrics, Gwen's eyes weren't far behind. Thanks to the raven startling him earlier, half of Trent's water bottle covered him. Making his hair, face, and the front of his shirt all wet. The light of the summer sun reflected off of it and his shirts cling to his body. Gwen licked her lips as all of Trent's muscled physique shined through to her along with his song.

"AAAWWWWW."

Gwen instantly turned to her side and saw a small flock had snuck up around the artist and were standing with her in front of Trent, all staring at him. Looking around Gwen noticed a few from school along with a few others, but she couldn't remember their names.

One had long brown hair in a pony tail with pink pants, one had long blond hair with a blue bandanna and orange miniskirt, a couple of girls with the same black and white striped outfit and pigtails but were best described as big and skinny. A girl bowl hair cut and glasses with a teal shirt. Another couple of girls wearing brown sweaters and horn rimmed square glasses. Anoth-

"EEEEE!" One cheered. "Do another song. Do another song."

"Uh..." Trent answered as he looked at Gwen's blank face in the crowd. But before either could do anything both heard a loud horn coming from the street behind them.

Gwen barked out a laugh as she shrugged before waving good by to Trent. Trent grew a lop sided frown as Gwen raced off to Duncan. Glaring as Gwen grabbed Duncan's backup helmet and hopped behind him on his bike. The glare grew colder as he saw Gwen wrap her arms around Duncan's waist and drove off down the road.

"Please oh PLEASE, sing us another song!" A girl pleaded before the rest cheered. Trent simply shrugged before awkwardly picking up where he left off.

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I stand alone!

I'm no hero and I'm not made of stone!

The lyrics blasted for all to hear as a 1990 Grey Ghost fatboy motorcycle drove down the Boulevard. Passing by the multiple cars and vans in traffic and in motion, along through the lanes. But always with care, as while the motorcycle had two passengers and fully loaded saddlebags, not once did the two wheel road beater ever get close to the other vehicles.

Soon enough the motorcycle broke off and slid down a side road with old and worn brick buildings on both sides. Many with old blinking neon signs. Shops, bars, apartment buildings. Even an abandoned gas station. All leading up to where the road broke off into a fork, one leading around back to the boulevard, the other to an old brick and beam building with chipped red and brown paint.

In-front of it was the only sign on the street that wasn't in neon but carved wood and matching chipped red paint with a large rust colored leaf on the top, reading Maple cinema. At its side was a large paved parking lot half full with vehicles and more roving in. Some were heading to the waffle house on the other side but most were heading toward the Maple cinema entrance.

The motorcycle cruised between and past the parking lot and the cinema into the smaller gravel parking lot behind. The back parking lot had a few cars in it with the motorcycle sliding in-between an old rusted red sedan and a faded moss green mini-van.

I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell.

The wrong side of heaven and the righteous side,

The lyrics roared as the rider perfected his parking with his feet as he shifted his gaze from behind to the front. Flipping over the kickstand a young man with a pierced face unfastened his helmet, silently announcing to the world his bright green mohawk, as he shut off his bike.

The righteous side of hell!

The motorcycle's speakers roared before they shut down.

"We're here." Duncan smirked as he looked up at the decrepit building in front of them, handing his helmet off of his right handlebar. "Nice place."

"Yup, and you should see the inside. Its like termite mardi gras in there." Gwen joked as she slid off Duncan's spare helmet. The sketch artist shook her head to get rid of the helmet hair as she handed it back to her driver. "You do not wanna use the bathrooms here."

"Remind me again why you work at this dumb place?" Duncan asked as he slid it in his right saddlebag.

"Well for starters," Gwen laughed as she playfully punched Duncan's arm. "I don't have to lie about where my money comes from."

"Fair enough." Duncan shrugged. "Just hope you don't get termite hep when they make you clean the toilets."

"Ohhh, that sounded so wrong. Don't put that thought in my head. The only time this place doesn't give me nightmares is when they put on the slasher flics." Gwen cringed before she slid off the bike and pulled out a small green wrap from her pocket. "Hey, speaking of...ah."

"I was wondering when you'd ask..." Duncan nodded as he reached into his left saddle bag and pulled out his lunchbox.

"That's an interesting place to hide it." Gwen tilted her head and raised her eyebrow as she saw Duncan slide off the lid and open a secret compartment at the bottom.

"You'd be amazed at how often this works." Duncan answered as he pulled out a small zip-lock before handing it to Gwen for her small wad of cash.

"You gotta tell me that story later." Gwen said as she slipped the zip-lock into her pocket. As the sketch artist bent over to get into Duncan's saddlebags, the rider himself turned back around to the front and pulled out his phone. Taking out a red T-shit and a matching red vest, both with a Maple cinema logo. Gwen put them both on over her usual black top and teal undershirt before turning over and catching her friend smiling down happily at his phone's screen. Though Gwen couldn't see what it was showing. "Thanks for the ride."

"Hmmm?"

"Duncan? Earth to Duncan." Gwen asked, poking the Juvie's shoulder.

"Huh, what?" Duncan asked, sliding his phone back into his pocket. "Sup?"

"Just say'n thanks for the ride Dunk."

"You're welcome, pasty." Duncan joked as he pulled out his keys and grabbed his helmet.

"Hey, wait. I've still got time left before my shift starts. Wanna hang out in the staff lounge for a bit?"

"I'm actually late already for something. My old man wanted me to help him study for his re-qual..." Duncan answered before he shrugged, tossed his helmet back on the handlebar and slid off his bike. "So yeah, I got no where better to be right now."

Gwen snorted in laughter, giving her friend a fist bump as they both walked in the back door of the old movie theater. Walking through the hallway, both could see that it wasn't quite as bad as the outside had implied. The old tile floors were a bit dirty and chipped. But the walls were fully painted with faded red and brown vertical stripes. And the ceilings had fresh fluorescent lights. Though the water fountain they walked passed was very dirty and clearly hadn't been used in a long time. If it even still worked at all.

"Soooo, what's it like working here?"

"Pretty chill, actually." Gwen shrugged. "The only snacks we give out comes from an old popcorn machine and all the soda dispensers are in the lobby. Its almost a do nothing job... besides cleaning up the bathrooms and theaters after the movies."

"Running a second rate movie theater outa renovated opera house. No one expects much from ya." Duncan nodded. "Nice perk."

"How'd you know it was a renovated opera house?"

"The back of the sign still says 'Maple Operas'." Duncan explained. "I see it every time I leave after dropping you off."

"Huh, never noticed. But meh, its far from perfect." Gwen shrugged, opening a door and walked in with Duncan behind her. "My co-workers are annoying as hell and my boss? Bit of an uptight dick."

"Sounds familiar."

"Should, he kinda reminds me of you-know-who."

"Well if that's true, you're working in hell." Duncan teased back, playfully jabbing her in the side. "Good thing you're not. Otherwise you and everyone else who works here would be painting the outside or de-bugging this place yourselves. Probably right now."

Gwen admittedly nodded as she walked passed her friend to the folding chair next to the table. Kicking her feet up to the one next to her, Gwen pulled out her phone as she saw Duncan examine the room. Delinquent or not, Gwen couldn't help but smirk seeing how much Mr. Thatch hammered in those detective habits. But the sketch artist wasn't sure how much there was to examine, as it was a small room for an average building.

At the far end where Gwen was sitting was an old warn round table with a few rusted steel folding chairs and a few bottle caps here and there. The table itself was the only piece of furniture in the room, not even any microwaves or mini-refrigerators. Just a counter with a few cupboards nailed into the upper side of the wall with an empty garbage next to it. The table itself had a few scorch marks, with an old playing card deck in the middle next to an ash tray.

"Uh, Pasty?" Duncan asked, playfully pointing to the table. "Are you guys doing anything here that I'd like to know?"

"Aside from the movies? Don't think so." Gwen answered as Duncan sat across from her. The delinquent held up one of the beer caps to the sketch artist before turning his head to the her bottom left next to the wall. Gwen looked down and shrugged as she saw it was just an empty plastic waste basket. "Some time every week we'll find new bottle caps. What, think some homeless guy is squatting here sometimes?"

"Nah-uh." Duncan smiled as he walked over to the cupboards. Opening them one by one.

"What are you doing?"

"If I'm right..." Duncan mumbled as he opened another few cupboards before tugging on one handle that wouldn't budge. "Ah-ha! This one won't open. Any reason why its locked?"

"You sure the shrink at your juvie was wrong and you're not pathological?" Gwen joked as she saw Duncan's hungry looking grin disappear as he stuck his tongue at her.

"Ah, shut up."

Duncan dismissed, his grin returned as he shut all the other cupboards. Gwen rolled her eyes playfully, plugging her headphones as she saw the punk walk over and grab the small waste basket next to her. But the moment Duncan touched it they both heard talking coming toward the room. By instinct alone Duncan rolled shoulder first on the ground toward the far wall and jumped into the larger tin garbage can. Gwen held in a laugh as she saw a small cloud of dust gust out of it when he did.

"Dumb-ass."

"Have I ever told you my great aunt Milly invented spray tan?" Gwen bit her lip as she slid on her headphones as the door opened to the lounge. The first through it was a girl with brown hair tied back in a red bow that matched her maple cinema vest. Staci was a bit of a heavy girl that even her zip-up pink and sweater and purple sweatpants couldn't hide. "Yeah, before that everyone smeared themselves with clay."

"Huh, I once built a tower out of nothing but a sunflower and a eyelash of a dragon." Gwen squinted as Leonard of all people came in behind her. The 'wizard enthusiast' was thankfully walking around like a normal human today, with just a pair of brown skinny jeans and a green T-shirt with a shining yellow ring under his uniform vest. Though he was still wearing the same ugly patched up green gnome cap. "The cloaking spell it gave off hid me from an army of enemy orcs."

Gwen rolled her eyes as the two chatterboxes sat down across from her. The sketch artist turned up the volume to try and drown them out. As she did, Gwen noticed the tin garbage can moving a bit. The doodlist grew a smirk as she pretended to stretch out her legs before she started tapping her foot against the can to the beat of her music. Gwen's smirk only deepened as she imagined the look on her buddy's face.

"It was then that our party encountered a vicious umber-colossus." Leonard narrated before he pulled out a twisted stick from his pocket and twirled it in the air. "Luckily I had enough mana to banish it with a displacement spell."

"My great-great-great-great-great-great aunt Phillis invented roofs." Staci announced as she checked invisible boxes in-front of her. Gwen herself just continued to tap her foot on the garbage can with neither even noticing as she listened to her music. "Yeah, and before her homes were just walls and furniture. So whenever it rained people had to buy new couc-."

Gwen noticed the two chatterboxes suddenly stopped. Turning over, the doodlist saw a tall man in a pressed black suit with an actual stylized nametag pinned to it. Gwen pulled out her earphones as she read her boss's name spelled out in calligraphy.

"Guys, guys, guys." Josh clapped briskly before looking down at his watch. "Okay, the morning is over so the lunch rush is about to start. Staci, your up selling tickets- And don't even start. I hear so much as a peep about one of your family's 'stories' you'll be the one on toilet duty for the rest of the week. Now Leonard, you're in theater A with the old timey classic. No dang shadow puppets this time. Gwen, you've got theater B with the latest costumed crowd pleaser. Try not to fall asleep. Everyone else is already where they need to be. You got five minutes."

Gwen tried not to roll her eyes as she saw her boss snap his fingers at them doing his latest 'I'm-in-charge' glare. The doodlist leaned back into her chair putting one of her earphones in as she saw Josh leave.

"Experiamu-"

"Enough!" Duncan growled as he stood up in the tin garbage can. Instantly Staci fell out of her chair from the surprise and fell on the dirty floor and a cloud of dust gusted into the air. Gwen couldn't help but burst into laughter, both from the frustrated look on Duncan's face and the fall. "Will both of you stop your squawking."

"Ahhhh," Leonard gasped. "the legends are true."

"What?" Duncan asked the funny hatted nerd before shaking his head and turning to the doodlist.

Gwen answered him with a shrug before the delinquent hopped out of the tin garbage can. As Duncan walked back to the table, Gwen saw Staci stand back up. But as she tried to sit back down gwen kicked the chair out from under her. Staci once again fell flat on the floor with a loud thump, a cloud of dust gusted into the air.

Both goth and punk exchanged smiles and fist bumps at the prank before Duncan picked up the smaller waste basket, turning it over on the table. A small key fell out, landing right on the worn deck of cards. The delinquent grabbed the key and unlocked the last cupboard.

"Ah ha-What?" Duncan asked as he pulled out a small basket filled with mini-skittles, starbursts, and candy bars. Gwen laughed at the sheer astonishment and surprise on Duncan's face. "Oh come on. Poker chips, money, a six pack sure. But who locks up candy?"

"He's a master of a key that unlocks hidden treasure." Leonard whispered. "I thought it was all just a game forum myth."

Both goth and punk look at each other again. Gwen stuck her phone and earpieces into her pocket as Duncan sat the basket on the table. The sketch artist gave the punk a look as he tossed the chatterboxes bits of gum before he took a handful of the candy himself.

"What are these for oh magical one?" Leonard asked in awe as Staci crawled on top of her chair from the ground. Rubbing her head.

"Its so you two dipsticks'll be too busy chewing to talk. For everyone's sake." Duncan answered putting his own candy in his cargo pocket as he walked to the exit. The sketch artist grabbed her own handful from the basket as she saw Duncan pull out his phone as he opened the door. "Well Gwen, its been 'magical' but I'm out. Prince-"

"Gwen," Staci said as she unwrapped the gumball. "I thought I told you this. The one place you don't bring your boyfriend is the lounge."

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"Doo, doo, doo-" Gwen sang as she opened the door to the booth. The doodlist took a deep whiff as she flipped the switch and cringed at the rotted smell as it burned through her nostrils. The florescent lights flickered but only one stayed on. The sketch artist bit her lip looking into the room. Shaking her head as she spotted the same old to-go bags, empty soda bottles, beer cans, wrappers of all kinds littered the floor. What part of the carpet Gwen could see was dirty and full of grime. "Doo..."

The doodlist shrugged setting her phone to flashlight mode to help her see in the poorly lit room before walking over to the old and worn wooden desk at the end of the room. Turning on the desk lamp, Gwen checked the time before she looked out the large window. To the goth artist's surprise she saw that there was a larger crowd that afternoon.

Gwen even saw her own little brother and his group of friends in the stands. Gwen smiled, rolling her eyes at this as she hit the switch for the theater, turning on the projector and playing the previews. The sketch artist was hit with surprise again when she heard the crowd's cheering. Even her little brother's excitement from waving his hands in the air.

"Dumb-asses."

Gwen shook her head, dropping her bag on the ground, as she sat in the broken down swivel chair next to the desk. The sketch artist leaned back as she kicked up her feet on the desk, her combat boots knocking over a few old beer cans to the ground. The bored doodlist blew at her hair as a clip of the latest full CGI kids movie played before she took out her phone.

"Bridge u free"

"Yup. What's happen'n?"

"Shift started. Bored. Gonna sleep soon" Gwen bit her lip sending the text with a sleeping emoji.

"Same. Can't. Too bright. Getting a tan."

"Only one I knowthat dont spray on" The doodlist laughed with a sun emoji, but the goth coughed from the odor of the room. "can't sleep. Smells bad. Garbage all over"

"HA!" Bridgette returned with a sun emoji. "U could clean it up. U got time."

"I'd rather find Josh's stash" Gwen shrugged, sending the test. "Got 1 in every room."

"Never saw him as a junky. Thought he was a gambler type."

"Duncan did point out the poker table and deck in the lounge."

"Dunc. Tell me u r not buying from that lowlife again." The doodlist tried not to roll her eyes when she saw the disappointing face emoji as she began typing. "Tell him I'm running low."

"Ha." Gwen laughed erasing what she wrote. "I'll tell'em. How's life guarding?"

"Same lake. Same red onesie. Same single shift. Still bored." The lake-watcher sent with a thumbs down emoji.

"I find the stash I'll toast to you." Gwen laughed with a beer mug emoji. The doodlist waited and stared at her screen but had no response from her water loving buddy before sighing. "Bridge? Bridge. Ollo?"

The goth artist sighed as she slid the garbage off the desk best she could with her foot before setting her phone down. Reaching over Gwen pulled out her sketch pad and ripped out an old blocky landscape doodle, laying it on the desk. After ripping it in half, Gwen pulled out the small zip-lock from her pocket. Rolling it up Gwen saw her phone vibrate next to her. Thinking its the surfer, the doodlist shrugged while putting the smoke in her mouth and pulling out a lighter.

The doodlist kicked her feet back onto the desk, leaned back, closed her eyes and relaxed as she took a deep inhale. Opening her eyes, Gwen looked through the window and saw a concrete wall of a warehouse burst open in a firey rage before a giant robot roared out shooting lightning. The gothic sketch artist coughed out a few smoke filled chuckles at the over the top scene. The doodlist was caught off guard a third time when a muscular guy in metal and spandex flew through the same wall, the crowd cheering at the sight.

"Meh-ha. Dum-dums." Gwen shook her head as she picked up her sketch pad again and opened up to her doodle from earlier. The doodlist started tracing in a blocky eye-patch when she heard a knock on her door. The doodlist coughed as she nearly fell out of her chair before she caught herself, fear and panic climbing up her spine. Grabbing one of the many empty beer bottles off the ground, Gwen stuck what remained of her smoke inside. The doodlist fumbled as she heard another knock on the door. "One second."

"Gwen, Gwen its me."

"Trent?" The doodlist looked at the door surprised. Gwen quickly sighed in relief, the feeling of panic fading as she set the bottle down on the desk. Her sketch pad sitting on top, blocking the smoke. The doodlist whipped off the grime from her hands best she could as she walked over and opened the door. "Come in."

"Gwen I- wow, oh. Th-that really hits you all at once." The musician cringed, his nostrils burning as he breathed. The doodlist tilted her head as she saw Trent's eyes watering a bit.

"Yeah, you get used to it after a while." The doodlist explained, grabbing his arm and gently pulling him in. Gwen poked her head outside and sighed in relief again as she saw no one, but mostly from the clearer air. The doodlist closed the door and asked. "Trent?"

"I've never been in here before." Trent said as he looked around, kicking a crumpled up beer can to the nearest pile. "Why's it so bad?"

"No one wants to clean. How'd you even get here?"

"I took the bus." Trent shrugged before taking a deep inhale. The doodlist could tell he was trying his best not to cringe. "Phew, uhhg. Anyway, I came to apologize. You know how weird it got at the park. Didn't wanna do it with a text."

"Trent, its fine. You're a cute musician. I like your songs. Shouldn't be a surprise other girls like'em too."

"Thanks." Trent smiled as he saw Gwen walk up to him.

The musician couldn't stop staring at her beautiful teal colored smile, right up until her lips were on his own. The musician wrapped his hands around the doodlist's waist as she wrapped hers around his neck. Gwen soon felt Trent's hands slide down from her waist to her behind. Gwen flinched as she felt his hands squeeze her through the denim. Blushing, the doodlist opened her mouth and licked her tongue against his lips, which quickly opened. The doodlist quickly felt something hard poking against her. Sadly for the couple, they were soon out of breath and forced to stop.

"H-heh heh, I-its dark in here." Gwen pointed out, nervousness creeping up her spine as she wrapped her left foot around Trent's foot ankle, pulling him toward her. "Do- do you wanna finish what we started in the park?"

"Uh, y-yeah." Trent nervously nodded. From what little light there was Gwen could see her boyfriend was blushing hard. "I-I, yes."

"G-great." Gwen pecked him on the cheek before letting him go and kicking some wrappers to the corner. "Lets try to make some room."

"And so we don't catch polio and whatever else is in this carpet." Trent answered as he took off his backpack and pulled out the same blanket from the picnic. "I still got this. I'll have to burn it after but it died for a good cause."

"Yeah it did." Gwen kissed him again as she kicked more stuff to the side. After laying down the blanket best they could, the doodlist saw Trent flinch and stiff up as she slid off her vest. Gwen could feel her face heat up as she pulled her red theater shirt off and tossed both to the desk. Now in just her normal clothes, Gwen folded her hands behind her back, stuck out her chest to Trent, and rubbed her knees together as her whole body heated up and some sweat dripped down her face. "W-when d-did it get so h-hot in here?"

"R-right?" Trent nervously laughed before he grabbed his shirt collar and slowly pulled it off.

The doodlist's own eyes doubled in size as she saw Trent's abs and arms. Gwen found herself frozen stiff as Trent walked over to her, wrapped his hands around her waist again and started kissing her. The kiss heated quickly as Trent's hands slid south again while Gwen wrapped one arm around his shoulder while her other felt up his abs up to his chest. But soon after Gwen wrapped her leg around Trent's knee the artists lost balance and fell back on the blanket.

Shaking her head, the sketch artist found that they thankfully didn't land on the carpet, and looking back she was still on Trent. With Gwen on her side on top of Trent's left leg, his hand now further down to her thigh. But she soon felt something large and hot shake against her chest. Looking down Gwen saw that Trent's face was against her breasts, even feeling his nose in her cleavage. But the doodlist yelped in surprise as she felt him lick her breasts. Pushing herself up, one hand on his chest the other covering the spot Trent just licked.

"S-s-sorry." Trent squeaked, his face beat red and eyes squarely on her chest. "I-I got caught up in the moment."

"I-its okay." Gwen squeaked back, adjusting herself so that she was straddling Trent's waist. Gwen could feel herself blushing even harder as she felt Trent's bulge. Taking a deep breath, Gwen grabbed the bottom of her shirts before slowly pulling them off. Leaving the pasty sketch artist in nothing but her teal bra from the waist up. "I-I, I'm caught up in the mo-"

"O-oh m-m-man." Trent stammered, flinching under the beautiful half-naked doodlist sitting on him. "I-I'm sorry. Its j-just that you're so pretty."

"Its okay. I-I'm flattered." Gwen nodded standing up, her face still red. Rubbing her knees together as she helped Trent to his feet. "May-Maybe we're not quite ready yet."

"Yeah, yeah maybe." Trent sighed, his hand over his crotch, his eyes looking from Gwen's face down to her breasts and back. "I finished. You didn't. Maaaybe let me pay you back?"

"S-sure." Gwen stammered before giving Trent another quick peck and then another. Of course it quickly turned into kissing. Trent's hands went straight to Gwen's behind. His left started rubbing while his right started squeezing. The sketch artist hummed from the feeling and the confidence Trent had. The musician started trailing kisses down her neck. "Ohhh."

Gwen felt the musician as he kissed further and further down until he was at her chest again. The doodlist licked her lips as she felt him unzip her skirt, leaving her in only her underwear and leggings. Gwen wrapped her hands over Trent's head as she felt one of his hands slide around to her front and into her panties. His hand rubbing against her wet hot core, Gwen pulled his head tight against her chest as he started kissing back up.

The doodlist bit her lip as she felt the musician slide a finger into her before slowly moving in and out. Gwen rubbed her knees together as Trent kept sliding his finger and his palm rubbing her higher before the doodlist came. Letting out a small moan from the pleasure as she released the musician's head but still held onto him to keep her standing. Gwen moaned again as she felt the musician's wonderfully gifted fingers slide out of her. Soon Gwen came down from her high, stood up on her own and pulled Trent close for one last kiss.

"That was wonderful."

"Thanks. Being honest. First time doing that."

"Well, you got talented fingers. We all knew that." Gwen said pulling her skirt back on. "Wanna watch the rest of the movie? Only one chair."

"Sure." Trent smiled before walking over and taking a seat. Gwen smiled too as she put on her theater shirt before sitting in his lap. Both facing the screen. "Not bad."

"I'm about to make it better." Gwen said as she took out her smoke from the beer can. Gwen happily smiled as Trent lit it for her with his lighter as his other hand wrapped around her waist again. Taking a swig, Gwen looked at her old sketch from earlier on the desk. "You look good with an eye-patch."

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"Horrendous fragrance reversus!" Leonard chanted, standing on his desk, waving his twisted wand in the air toward the piles of garbage in his room before pulling off the clothespin from his nose. "Did it work? Did it work? Did it work?"

The nerd's question was instantly answered when he took a breath and gagged, his nostrils burning. After hacking out a green chunk the LARPer put the clothespin back on his nose.

"Of course it didn't work. I have no wizard tower to enhance my spells. I must try again. Horrendous fragrance revers- What am I thinking? This puny wand has not the mana for this task. I require my high Elvin wood robes and emerald forest staff."

Leonard announced as he bent down on his desk, reaching over the side for the cabinet handle. But the moment he grasped it the professional nerd fell over, landing on a pile of grimy dust filled wrappers and cans. After shaking his head the nerd groaned distorted as he placed his wizard cap and fake beard where they belonged. But not a moment later Leonard crunched up in the fetal position as he saw a bright spark engulf the room before a loud crashing sound fallowed, glass spewing everywhere. After a few moments of silence the nerd peaked through his fingers and found the room pitch black. Taking out his phone and setting it to flashlight mode, Leonard chanted.

"Illuminus."

Leonard looked around the room and found not five feet from him that the florescent light had fallen from the ceiling and smashed on the floor. Looking up, Leonard found a hole where the light used to be. Walking over, the nerd found some leather bound square leaning against the hole. Curious, Leonard picked up one of the many empty beer bottles and tossed it at the mystery treasure.

"Ale blast!" Amazingly the bottle hit its mark, knocking the mystery treasure loos before falling back to the ground. Leonard managing to dodge it before the bottle landed and breaking apart like the light-bulb before it. The wizard laughed at the broken glass, proud of his physical prowess, before the mystery treasure landed right on his head. Knocking him to the ground. "Ouchie."

Rubbing the back of his head, Leonard looked down at the leather bound object. With the light from his phone, Leonard found that it was a book of all things. Opening the leather strap, Leonard saw nothing but a blank page before inkblots began to form and shape into letters. A single word appeared.

"Oh my gosh. Oh-my-gosh. Ohmygosh. Excelsior!"