Boathouse Attic where the third year club called COBRA often meet

[MATT.]
Selia spun around. "My dress is too long, my shoes are too tight, but tonight is perfect. Thank you, Antonio."

"Take the shoes off. Also, you should take the dress off. And, your welcome, Selia." Then he kissed her. <3

[I loled.]
Selia slipped off her shoes. She was about a foot shorter than him.

[[That was intended. I laughed too, though. They're so sweet together.]]

"So, your feet feel better?"

"MM-hhm. I was just thinking about... When I'm older I wanna live in a TREEHOUSE!"

[also loled. and eeped slightly.]

"...No. There's no way we're living in a treehouse."

"We?" Selia perked up, eyes shooting up to his face excitedly. "We?! Tee hee!" She stopped dancing, running over to her bag frantically, and pulling out a piece of paper. "I want to live here," she explained, holding up a few pictures. "With these stables, and a field of flowers behind it, and a well. And out front there should be a fountain and trees."

Antonio fell backwards into his seat.
"I said 'we'..."

"Hehe! You said we! And I want eight horses. Okay?" Selia smiled, holding the pictures dangerously close to his face.

"Horses..." Antonio clearly looked horrified at his mistake.
"No, we're not getting married. Selia, we're only 13. Just... wait a bit longer, ok?"

[teehee. for wut. ]

Antonio facepalmed.
"Oh my god. What am I saying." he muttered.

Selia giggled again. "That's fine. But for my eighteenth birthday I expect you to get me eight horses."

"No, I doubt I can even afford one. And get them yourself."

[KABLAM!!!]

Selia scowled. "Fine. For my eighteenth birthday I'm going to get myself eight horses."

"Good luck. You know what sucks?"

"What?"

"How we can't go to the Yule Ball. I mean, it's not exactly that exciting."

"Hey, At least we don't have to spend the night in stuffy dresses. I'll be right back, I'm going to go change into something more comfortable, I've got clothes in my bag. Close your eyes, or go down into the regular boathouse, but if you stay up here and peek, I'll throw you out the window." Selia pulled a sundress out of her bag, despite the cold weather she liked to dress like it was summer, and stood with her hands on her hips testily.

[And if you make fun of the slight pervishness in that comment, I shall use my banhammer never mind, i don't have that, MAGICAL WOODEN Gavel on you.]

"... I'll go..." Antonio stood up and left the boathouse.

[*spins the banhammer on the ground* Nope, you don't have it.]

[Holds up my magical wooden gavel of law. I DO HAVE THIS, THOUGH! LAWYER GENES FTW!]
"Thank you! I'll come down when I'm ready." About five and a half seconds later, Selia, face and hair still yule-ball appropriate-- (Shiny brown and curly hair reaching her shoulders, sparkling white eyeshadow, long dark eyelashes with matching shadowy liner, ect.)-- ran down the stairs in white flipflops, circular oversized plastic pearls bouncing at her neck, and all her stuff miraculously stuffed into a small white handbag. She shivered in her super short sundress. "Kay, Antonio, I'm much more comfortable now. And I don't wanna be at the yule ball with all those stuffy jerks."