Taking Chances [Blue]

Genevieve looked at Keller for a moment, entirely engrossed by that comment. It took her a second to even get a clue about what he meant. She eventually shook her head. "I have no idea what that meant in any way, shape or form. Am I supposed to know that kind of stuff? Remember, I have the intelligence of an eighth grader." She pursed her lips still trying to figure him out. It was still very hard.

Genevieve was still looking at him oddly. She hadn't meant that in a way that he would start explaining a whole bunc of other crap to him. "What?" she demanded at one point, but he had just continued saying something about her cabin. This time she looked at him in utter surprise. "Wait what? Your cabin stalks mine?" Genevieve didn't really get what he was saying. She thought he was lying. What he said he knew was something that her cabin would probably know because of all the gossip and stuff. Plus some of her sisters stalk their own boyfriends. Genevieve was guilty of that with Keller...

Genevieve bit her lip lightly. How would he do thay? She does that, hust in a less creeperish manner. She eyed him doubtfully but was still entirely creeped out. That jus made her a hypocrite though. "Um, I have two options." she said, "I should be utterly creeped out by your weirdness or I should love that you would do that because it's sweet. I think I'm leaning towards creepy." She put both of her hands put as if they were a weighing scale. She "balenced" them unevenly.

Genevieve was very quick at making up an excuse, it came natrally to her after her limited years at school. She threw her hands in the air and exclaimed. "I never kissed you for coming after me!" It was the truth. She fell in love with him all over again after that, but of course, it wasn't her real reason. She jumped up on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around Keller's neck, straining so her lips touched his.

Genevieve pouted like a little kid pulling her arms down to her sides again. She had been hoping the kiss would last a bit longer. To any other person it may have and they would have forgotten their question but for Keller, not happening. She looked to down. "Um," she said swaying her body lightly. Genevieve looked up. "Bye!" she said with a smile and took off running down the beach.

Genevieve, for the third time that day, felt herself being thrown over Keller's shoulder. "Oh come on!" she muttered. "That is so not fair. C'mon Keller, put me down. Isn't thos getting a just a bit old?" She couldn't really move to look at him, so she had to suffer with all her blood rushing to her head. She had given up on pouding on his bak after the first couple times. Now she just layed limply, a little bit annoyed.

Genevieve placed her arms on Keller's. "It's nothing bad," she said rolling her eyes. "It's kimda creepy and I'm sirprised you harn't figured it out yet or caught me. I mean, being who you are and how smart you are, or how smart I think you are, It would think you would get it." And then, really fast, she told him. In French. With a smug smile on her face.

Genevieve smiled. "No." she saod flatly. "I would not say stalk. And I only did it yesterday!" A tiny lie. Se did te day before too. "Stalking is totally different from following you aroud a portion of the day only because I couldn't stand to not see your face all day. If it makes you feel any better I never did that to any other person alive. Except my step-brother. He kind of pissed me off once and I was trying to get back at him." Genevieve was suddenly very nervous. She ran a hand through her hair hoping her would just laugh.

Genevieve bit her lip. "See?" She said. "I knew there would be something that you would find terrible about me. I wouldn't blame you if you left right now." she shrugged pursing her lips. He kinda looked really cute acting all confused. Although, Genevieve was positive he wasn't acting. She smiled though at his comment on how 'adorable' it was. She really just thought it was creepy but, "Whatever floats your boat, Keller." She said this aloud, not really meaning to. She went with it though. Creepy Evie. That could be her nickname.

Genevieve let out a quick sigh of relief before Keller kissed her. That couldn't have been more embarrassing, was Genevieve's only thought before she started kissing him back. She bad planned on getting out of it easily by just going off in French again, that always seemed to work. But it looked like she didn't need to, this time.

Genevieve raised her eyebrows at Keller doubtfully. "I only did it twice." she said. "And I never even got into your cabin. And you want to stalk me and my sisters now?" She rolled her eyes. "As long as you don't blackmail any of them, I don't care." She said finally. She wondered how many of her sisters would try and hook up with Keller. Because Genevieve was dating him, they would probably all try. She bit her lip nervously.