Matti looked up from Fredreich momentarily long enough to give a shy smile to the girl whose name he forgot. The one who Samson started all this business with. "H-h-hi," he said, trying to decide between several 'H' words he could've used to greet her. He looked down at the ground, his hands still in his pockets, and kicked at the dirt some more. What a chaotic evening.
Smiling a bit, Mattio nodded, "Am I really stupid, sometimes, Freedreeck?" Matti blinked. Adore him? What was THAT supposed to mean? After hearing Issy talk about things using that word, Matti couldn't help but giggle a bit, "Isissy thinks the Samsyon boy is.... cute? she likes him? But he's so... so... not nice and a jerk and... and mean!!!" he said, his hands flying out of his pockets and flailing about around him.

This was absolutely outrageous, for Issy to take a liking to such a rude little boy. Even Mattio knew it.

ooc: It's not outrageous. Samson is irresistable. >D

This summer was supposed to be a fun one, not a dramatic one. It was only the first day of his stay here and already Samson was feeling unwelcome. Issy herself didn't seem to want him around, and she was the host. Ah well. Maybe if he lay low enough and stayed in the room for most of the summer, people wouldn't have such a bad view of him.

But wait. Since when did Samson Carswell care about what other people think of him? After all, what did they know? They hadn't lived his life and met the people he'd met and experienced the things he wished he'd never experienced, but made him a whole different person altogether. Yes. There were a lot of things a lot of people didn't know about Samson. Not even Gavin. His summer didn't have to get ruined just because everyone else's was. It was selfish of him to think so, but it wasn't his fault at all. He didn't ask stupid, goody-two-shoes, show off Fredreich to intervene. He didn't ask Sabrina to go all damsel-in-distress on him. He didn't ask Issy to be so affected by all of this, because he knew that, being the intelligent girl she was, she and everyone else could have all just stopped caring about that little argument as soon as he finished talking. Then there wouldn't be any drama. Ugh. Was Samson the only rational thinker around here? They were all making such a fuss of things.

With a small grin on his face, he got up from where he was sitting and proceeded inside the house, hands in his pockets. He bounded up the stairs, not even taking notice of a certain group of people at the foot of the stairs (He couldn't even think of them. It was sickening. Drama kings and queens...), but managed to roll his eyes slightly.

As soon as he reached his room, he kicked his slippers off in different directions and jumped on the bed, placing his hands behind his head. Ahh. It was time to relax now. No more thinking about how miserable everyone just was. They were all tired, and everyone just needed a good night's rest. Making sure the door was just closed, and not locked in case Gavin decided to barge in, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

OoC: Maybe the third time is the charm? Arg. Anyway, this is like my THIRD attempt at doing this stupid thing so we’ll see how this goes, aye? Point is, we’re moving this forward. To the second day. Like we should have done AGES ago. Post people, post! Let’s get this moving on and forward, yeah? Good. So. It’s around ten a.m. the next morning. Play at it.

It was to blinding, searing sunlight that Issy woke up late the next morning. Late to the standards that she was usually up around eight or nine. As she opened her eyes, though, the blinding sunlight spilling in from between the crack in Issy’s bright pink curtains made her cringe, moan, and curl up into a ball, delving deeper into her blankets. She’d been up late – so late that by the time she finally crept back into the house, her body had begun to grow cold and everyone in the house was to bed. Lights were out and everything was silent. It was uncertain whether or not she’d fallen asleep out there. Sitting all hunched over, arms locked round her legs though, she did feel cold and achey.

And now she was feeling retribution.

Quietly, she pried herself from the bed, forcing her eyes open, which proved to be a painful, nearly excruciating task. Then, she slipped into her fuzzy pink robe, slid into the matching slippers, and silently shuffled her way from the room, leaving the door parted slightly.

Down the hall she padded, nursing a headache. Hopefully there’d be some fresh orange juice – the kind without the pulp. Lorelei was always good about removing the pulp for Issy, which she was ever so grateful for.

As she entered the kitchen, Lorelei nodded at Issy.

“Long night? You slept in quite the while, Bella-Bug.”

Issy feigned a smile. Her head hurt too much to exert much more effort.

“I was up for a while,” was all she gave away.

Lorelei nodded. “Well. Eat up then. I imagine your friends will soon be on their way out. First night in a strange house. Probably would want something to eat. I made up pancakes and bacon, some bangers and eggs. Toast is available. Let me know if they want anything more. I’ll be out back my room. Orange juice is waiting for you. Freshly squeezed.”

The older woman watched as Issy nodded silently, before placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry. Last night will blow over. Fredreich is out back right now. Everything will work out.”

And with that, Lorelei left and Issy slide onto a stool at the island, pulling her plate towards her.

Samson didn't at all mind that Gavin suddenly interrupted his half-sleep. Even sleep was getting boring anyway. As he entered and plopped down on his bed. He heard him speak and grinned wickedly. "You bet we do. And I can't believe Sabrina thinks that guy is sticking up for her. He doesn't even know what he's talking about. And did you see the way Issy looked at me? It was like that Fredreich guy didn't have anything to do with the situation." Rolling over to his side, he smirked in Gavin's direction, then scoffed. "It's a mad house."

Yawning and stretching as he rolled again on his back, he started to think. "What do you propose we do, oh partner in crime?" He wasn't in the mood to think at the moment. He was starting to feel tired and sleepy. In fact, he couldn't even wait for Gavin's answer when his eyes started to get heavy...


Samson had not even realized that he'd fallen asleep. Only when the sun started streaming through a nearby window did he notice it was morning, and that his and Gavin's conversation last night went unfinished.

Shrugging to himself, and finally hearing his stomach start to grumble and complain of the emptiness, he stood up, not botherin to put on his slippers. The carpeted floor felt good against his toes. He started off for the kitchen, in search of something decent to eat. Perhaps there were some leftovers in the fridge from last night. He was sure Issy wouldn't mind. Maybe he could just heat something up and...

Sniff. Ooh. Bacon. Pancakes. Toast. Something definitely smelled good. Scratch that heating up thing. Looks like Lorelei got busy early in the morning.

"Something definitely smells good, Lo--" That was all he managed to say as he entered the kitched upon realizing Lorelei wasn't present, but instead there was Issy, having her breakfast. He blinked several times, then looked down at his bare feet. The carpet had disappeared. Now, there were kitchen tiles. Eh, whatever. The cold against his soles were nothing compared to the butterflies coming alive in his stomach at the moment. "Oh. Uh. Good morning, Issy," he muttered quietly as he shuffled over to the counter, careful not to pass too close to the stool Issy was sitting on. "D'you mind if I grab a plate of these?" He asked, pointing to the pancakes and bacon.

Awkwaaard. Urgh.

Count on Gavin to come in on the most untimely, and yet at the same time, timely, moment.

Secretly, Samson wished it was only he and Issy in the kitchen, so he could sort things out with her about yesterday, and maybe (just maybe) even apologize to her. Of course, if Gav was around, he wouldn't be able to do so because for one, he'd disapprove immediately, saying that he was right (of course he was right!) and Fredreich needed to be taught a lesson (of course he needed to be taught a lesson!), and two, he would never let him live down the fact that he was being a sissy for trying to talk to Issy. But openly, he was very, very thankful to Gavin for that. What if Issy suddenly thought he was growing a soft spot for her, or girls in general? No, he wouldn't have that.

"Morning, Gavivi," he replied, nodding at him with that self-same grin. "I was just about to get some breakfast, and I was hoping for lima beans. Too bad. All they have is this mouth watering bacon and pancakes and bangers and eggs. Icky, aren't they."

And he tried not to twitch as he winked at Issy and called her Cabbage hunny.

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Originally Posted by Hermione_loves_Ron Honestly, Issy wasn't really sure how hungry she felt. Nursing her headache, she sipped at her orange juice, using her fork to poke at her pancake, stabbing it here and there. Until she heard a voice. Tensing, she realized it was Samson, and instantly, a wave of fluttery feelings took over her tummy and she really wasn't certain if she was hungry any longer. Ag! Was he still mad? It was hard to tell - he seemed cautious about his speech and, was it her or was he avoiding her in distance? Swinging her legs still nonchalantly, she tried to convey that she wasn't bothered. Urgh. Her hair was probably a mess - she hadn't even TOUCHED it when she crawled out of bed. Sure enough, it was smooshed on one side and sticking up a little, the shorter layers swaying out and around. Ag! Brushing a piece of her bangs from her eyes, she glanced away from Samson to the food he pointed out. Lain on the counter, across from the island Issy sat at, were serving platters of food. Fluffy scrambled eggs were piled high and steam was wisping from the bangers. Bacon waited, its scent wafting, beside the puffy pancakes. With a short nod, Issy said, "Course you can. Eat as much as you want." Purposely, her voice came out chirpy and happy, despite her curiosity and caution against Samson. However, not a moment later, Gavin entered and fortunately, he seemed to be in a better mood than Samson. Or at least more openly friendly. "Morning, Gavin," she greeted him, smiling for the first time. Waving to the counter, she said, "We've got lots for breakfast. No elephants, though. We rather prefer moose. And guinea pig." Ich.

Sam didn't even want to look at Issy that time. He simply grabbed a plate and threw a piece or two of everything that were set on the trays. "Mmm," he mumbled as he sniffed the food, then sat down on a breafast table near the island. "Thanks, Issy! And tell Lorelei for me, that she's the best cook in the world." He grinned at her, sincerely this time, and picked at his food slightly before eating a few bites. Then, he let Gav and Issy talk to each other.

"You've got to admit, Gav, elephants have tough skin. Can't chew 'em. 'Sides! Moose is juicy," he pointed out, teensy bits of bangers spewing from his mouth. Oopsie.

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Originally Posted by Faerilicious She emerged from the bathroom about twenty minutes later in a pair of white shorts, a plain blue tank top and a pair of black slippers. Her towel dried blonde hair looked longer than usual and not as curly. Sighing heavily, she started to stroll towards the dinning hall, thinking of all the different ways she could apologise to both Issy and Samson about what she had said. When she reached outside the hall, she peeked in to see Issy, Gavin and Samson on the table. Hmph. If there was some way to send Gavin away from there for a few moments, she could say sorry to both of them. She didn't want him to be there and she wasn't sure why. Actually, she didn't even want Sam to be there. She'll have to catch Issy alone. And by the looks of it, she'll have to do it later. She stood there for a moment and then finally walked into the hall. "Morning!" She said, smiling a little as she took a seat next to Issy. There was no way she was sitting next to Samson. He might start shoving bacon and eggs towards her. He isn't talking to you, remember? Phew. At least that would stop him from shoving food in her face.

What was it with everyone waking up at the same time? Eck. Sam didn't like busy mornings too much. Oh well. It wasn't like he could send them back to bed anyway.

"G'morning, Sabrina!" he piped up in reply to her, but it wasn't as enthusiastic. What was new? He was the boring one, remember? "Hey, hey look! BACON!" Sam couldn't help himself. It was out of force of habit. And, well, he tried not to cackle evilly.

Gavin sniffed the air, then wrinkled his nose. "Guinea pig?" He repeated, shaking his head. "I found a guinea pig before. It was cute. I named him Zeus because he broad and handsome. Then.. he ran away."

Gavin picked at the food on the table. "Good grief," he mumbled, mostly to himself.

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"Morning, Gavivi," he replied, nodding at him with that self-same grin. "I was just about to get some breakfast, and I was hoping for lima beans. Too bad. All they have is this mouth watering bacon and pancakes and bangers and eggs. Icky, aren't they." And he tried not to twitch as he winked at Issy and called her Cabbage hunny.

Gavin glanced over at Sam and made a face. "What the heck are bangers?" Was his first comment. He narrowed his eyes. Sounded.. kind of wrong, if you asked him. "I'm allergic to eggs. Maybe I should trade in those yucky eggs for some frenchy toast," Gavin grinned.

"Maybe you should have some wild boar, S'baby," Gavin glanced back over at Sam and stuck out his tongue.

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She stared at the toast for a few minutes, trying to find nonexistent patterns -- just for something to do. Hmph. This was stupid. And insane. Staring at toast. She had definately lost her mind -- not that she's had any to begin with. Frowning slightly, she applied some jam on the toast and took a bite.

Gavin flicked his gaze over to Sabrina, a disgusted look coming over his face. He immediately smirked, the expression gone in a second. Hmmph. Maybe it was time to teach this girl a lesson.

"Hey Sabrina," Gavin called over, in a sickly sweet voice. "You should've looked twice at that toast - I could've sworn Sam baby here put some bacon on it."

He made his way over to her, sitting opposite and staring straight at her. He leaned forward a bit, resting his elbows on the table. "Look at you. Can't even look Sammy in the eye," he paused, looking thoughtful. "Do I detect some hostility? Perhaps its a crush, fighting it's way out? I heard people in love yet deny it can't look others in the eyes. They fight a lot, too. Sounds pretty familier to me, eh?" He gave a half smirk.