[open] island in the sun

[mark]

Hair wild and untamed, like always, as a soft breeze blew through it sends a few locks sliding over his eyes. Lifting his head up Mark shook it around as the hair fell back into its normal wild place. It wasn’t like Mark tired to look disheveled no this style just came natural to him and no one really seemed to mind as the girls still loved him. They said his hair was soft, cute, a bit erratic, but overall sexy. Running their hands through the strands whenever they could which always felt great when a girl played with your hair.

Classes were officially done for the day which is probably why Mark was lying on the grass utterly bored. His messenger bag was thrown absently mindedly next to him. He had already memorized the required monologues for next week, even though they were given to him yesterday. He was an over achiever in his studies but that was not something Mark ever wanted anyone to know about him. He was supposed to be the laid back type that classily slid by school on just average grades. He didn’t; know what people would think about him if they knew in secret that he studied as much as he did.

Eyes closed as his hands were spread out on either side of him. The sun beating down on his jet black t-shirt and grey trousers with tiny black pinstripes, He also had some thin black suspenders that hung of the back, just for show nothing more. Everything probably more formal then it should have been but for him this was just everyday wear. After all unlike that Professor Andrew Rolph he didn’t wear damn suits to school. That guy was a bit much in his casual dress wear but an icon really for the male generation. It almost made him want to go into dance just so he could see some of the suave sophistication first hand… but Mark hated ballroom and acting was his real passion.

[rowan ellie carlile]

Sitting through her last class of the day was almost too hard for Rowan to bear. The clock plastered on the back wall of the large, white walled room ticked away the seconds until she was out of there for the day, and boy was she ready for that. She was tired from her dancing class and now, sitting through whatever the teacher was droning on about today was probably the closest thing to Chinese water torture that Rowan was ever going to get. Tapping her fingers on the ceramic desk top in front of her, it was all she could do to stay awake. It had been a long day and she was looking forward to relaxing for the rest of the day either at her apartment or even on the school grounds, whicher she could find solace in was going to be the winner of that. Letting out a light sigh, not loud enough for the teacher to hear, Rowan rested her chin in the palm of her hand, just waiting for a few more minutes to go by so she could rush out of there.

Finally, the class was dismissed. Holding her books close to her chest and then putting her purse on her shoulder, Rowan made her way to the door. The sound of her shoes seemed to be the only thing she could hear when she walked down the corridors that were throughout the campus. Sure, she was surrounded by people, faces she had no idea which name belonged with, but she really couldn't tell. When the mass of people seemed to thin out, Rowan walked over to the side and leaned up against the wall with her books, placing her purse on top and unsnapped it, searching for her iPod. Once she saw the purple, metallic device she placed the ear buds in her ears and turned on a Rock 'n' Roll Soldiers' song, drowning out the talking and craziness that lay ahead for her. Placing her iPod in her pocket after setting it to shuffle, Rowan set back out without a certain place to go.

Looking down most of the time, Rowan just wanted to keep to herself for today. She didn't want to deal with other people's worries and troubles, she just wanted some time to relax and unwind after all the work she had done today. When she walked outside, she had to sheild her eyes from the sun. She noticed the perfect place for her to take a load off and it was just what the doctor ordered, a stone bench surrounded by small pots of various flowers on each side of it, plus, there was no one sitting on it. Smiling, Rowan walked over to the bench and sat down. She let out a sigh of delight and then looked around, seeing what was going on around her. Not much was happening, so she brought her legs up on the bench and then noticed someone who she didn't really expect to see. Over on the grass lay one of the guys in her life that she couldn't talk to in fear of saying something stupid. She just let out another sigh and then tried not to think about him and just listened to the music.

[mark]

A few songs drifted in and out of his head like his own personal jukebox, though that reference was a bit old so ipod would be the more preferred analogy. Really he hadn’t really seen a jukebox in years except for one or two run down diners that one of his cousins forced him to enter when he visited the States. A rather boring experience in general but spending time with his cousins was always a worthwhile endeavor. When half of your family wasn’t British things were always very weird whenever you had to visit that side. In this case it was his mother not that he had hated her for it, really a rather picturesque thing in his mind. The American girl studying abroad falls in love with the devilishly handsome British man studying to become a swank barrister. It was weird that he had just referred to his father as devilishly handsome but this was always how his mother had told the story while his father stood by a coy little smile placed upon his lips, hands folded across his chest, obvious amused with the story and obvious still very much in love.

Not that Mark would really know much about that type of love with his various one night stands and failed relationships, with only a small handful he had remained close to. Odette was one of them but he swore that girl could be friends with anyone with her loving demeanor. Even with Rhys… the guy she was supposed to be madly in love with but was somehow blind to his same affections.

Shifting Mark looked up in time to see some girl just staring at him, his eyes were like tiny little slits partially due to the sun, his shades were in his bag and he was too lazy to get them, and partially due to the fact that he had seen this girl staring at him before. He didn’t mind people looking at him but it was the kind that never talked who really scared him, this girl fell into the second category. Shifting he rested his elbows and forearms down on the soft grass so that his upper body was now propped up.

What was wrong with this girl? Hadn’t anyone told her that staring was only fine when you were in a conversation with someone and even then it wasn’t called staring it was called having a conversation. Or when you were having eyes sex with someone, in which this wasn’t eye sex this was just annoyance. Looking at her Mark’s gaze was firm and unwavering hoping that she would either leave him alone so he could go back to his moment of Zen in the grass or actually speak something this time.