Unbelievably bored.

Dante groaned, laying down on the sofas. HE WAS SO BORED!

Althea was in a corner, trying to do her Chemistry. It was harder than she'd thought it would be.

Dante sighed, sitting up.

The motion caught Althea's eye.

"Dante?" she said.

Dante looked over. "ALTHEA!"

Althea stood up, grinning, moving over and hugging Dante tightly.

"How are you?" she asked cheerfully.

Dante blushed at being hugged. "Yeah, I'm good...you?"

"I'm good too," Althea said, releasing him and smiling. "Just wish I knew how to do my Chemistry."

"Want help?" Dante smiled.

"You do Chemistry?" Althea asked, surprised.

"Yeah," Dante laughed.

"Damn, we must be in different classes," Althea smiled. "Which teacher do you have?"

"No idea...I haven't had a lesson yet..."

"Ah, I have Dr Miller. I can't understand a word he says half the time."

Dante laughed softly.

Althea flopped back down intot he armchair she had been sitting in, her chemistry folder on her lap.

Dante came and sat on the arm of the chair.

"See, this stuff about ionic, metallic, hydrogen bonding... it's all double Dutch."

Dante laughed, leaning over her and looking at the paper.

He wore gorgeous cologne.

Althea sneezed. She was allergic to perfume and cologne.

(OOC: damn you!)

"You okay?"

(OOC: I'm allergic to them too.)

"I'l allergic to your cologne. It smells very nice, by the way," Althea said, sneezing again.

(OOC: really?)

Dante leant back. "Sorry..."

(OOC: yeah. It's depressing when i go through the section of the airports where they sell perfumes. My eyes water and i can't stop sneezing.)

"No problem. You didn't know."

(OOC: lol)

Dante nodded.