Okay, now they HAVE to get up

After snuggling with each other for a few minutes, Scott glanced up at the clock and noticed that it was almost nine.

"Love, you said classes start at around ten, right?"

"Yeah. Guess we should get up." The duo slowly lurched into a sitting position. Scott glanced over at Tanya. Even after their rough night, half-asleep with their hair a-tangle, they each still thought their partner looked cute.

Tanya and Scott staggered into the showers like drunks, a bit giggly and giddy. Cleaning each other up, the lovers managed to avoid going at it like animals again. After drying off, Scott went through Tanya's wardrobe with her, helping her pick out a proper outfit.

The redneck picked out his attire. According to Tanya, as long as male students wore the school tie or blazer, just about anything else went. Based on the fact that one male student in the dining hall was wearing only a tie (though he had the body to get away with it), Scott was starting to comprehend the openness of the school a bit more.

After a few minutes, Scott managed to pick out a Rush t-shirt with a pair of khaki pants, and a denim jacket. Looping the tie around his neck, so that it hung loosely, he tied his hair back and grabbed a pair of sneakers to finish off the outfit.

"Ready when you are, lover," a husky voice spoke up.

Glancing up, Scott managed to keep his jaw from dropping. Tanya was clad in a pair of tight hip-hugger black leather pants and belt that clung to her lower body sexily. A tight vest, minus a blouse or bra, covered her upper body. A pair of boots with low heels gave her a sleight height advantage over her boyfriend.

"Damn, you're sexy, Tanya," Scott purred. "You look like a black Lzzy Hale."

"Well, since I'm accompanied by a guy trying to dress like a Time Lord, I feel it's appropriate."

"So, should we let people know that we're together?"

"If it comes up, then by all means. Otherwise, we'll just use our best judgement. I got a chance to look over your schedule; we're not in every class, but I'll be in a few. Oh, and don't feel weird if some girls try to get a bit 'close' to you; I don't get jealous that easily. Though I'm sure some will respect the wristband." At this, Tanya lightly tugged on the band around Scott's wrist.

The lovers took each other's hands and headed out into the hallway. As they stepped out, Scott pulled his lover closely like a ballroom dancer. Their hands clasping one another's, they shared a light kiss before they moving on.

"Tanya, hey, how's it going?" A girl headed up to them, greeting Tanya with a hug. Barely over five feet in height, but just as curvy as Tanya, her black pigtails and attire made her look like a younger, shorter Pauley Perrette. It took Scott a moment to recognize the perky Goth as the girl who had dropped off the paperwork yesterday.

"Lydia, right?"

"Yep, and you're Scott, aren't ya? So, I guess you'll finally get to experience the wonders of the Academy." She linked arms with the taller redneck, pulling him down to her to plant a light kiss on his cheek. Somehow, Scott got the feeling that if Piffany from "Nodwick" had ever been into the Goth or Punk scene, she'd look like Lydia. The only Goth he'd ever seen back in Port Arthur was one Kerri had referred to as a "Gothapotamus".

"I guess so, Lydia." He turned to his lover, looking into her eyes happily. "So, shall we head off?"