Jim's Lean-To

"... um... Well I was blanking on your middle and last name... I mean, your lastnames Taylor and I remember that now...."

I flick his nose. "Rain!"

"I forgot how gorgeous of a name you had,"
OOC sorry, ibwas staring at the Hutcherson picture in
Your sig

Ooc: Agent! XD Control your drool!
Bic: "Sure you did." I kiss his cheek.

"I so did!"
OOC DEMETRI WHERE DID YOUR HUTCHERSON PICTURE GO?!

Ooc: I DON'T KNOW!!! AGH!!!
Bic: "And I know your middle and last name!" I stick out my tongue.

oh yeah? What's my middle name!" I ask

I blushed slightly and scratched my head. "Ah.....Peeta, of course!"

I burst out laughing. "Of course, Katniss,"

I laughed with him, especially when he called me Katniss. "I knew I got it right!"

"Nice mustache," I grinned,

I raised my eyebrow and felt my lip... "JIM!!!"

I felt the shorter piece of my hair in shock. "Why?!"

I suddenly felt horrible. "I-I.... You were talking about mustchaes..." I looked away, feeling sick. "I thought it would be funny.."

I saw how regretful he looked and looked in the mirror at myself. My hair didn't actually look that bad; I just had more bangs than before. With a little awesomeness, I pinned it out of my face. "There," I smiled at Jim. "All better. You're a pretty good hair stylist." I poked his stomach.

"Oh, Fabio! It's gorgeous!" I said dramatically.

"No. No Fabio. No," I laughed

"Don't deny it." I laughed.

"I will deny it!" I laugh

"You will not!" I tickled him.

I pushed her away with my foot. "I will!" I grinned.

I fell on my butt, but got back up smiling. "You shan't!" I said and tried to tickle him again.

"No!!" I laughed, rolling on my back.