oh the irony;; {Echo!}

[Easton Xavier McKinney]

Easton pulled open the door to Inkwell, pocketing his keys to his guilty pleasure, a black '08 Dodge Ram. Easton had received the truck as a gift from his parents for his sixteenth birthday. The truck could indeed easily be considered his prized possession, partially because his mother had had a hand in picking it out. Fighting off the slight tinge of pain that alighted inside of him at the thought of his mother who had died soon after he was sixteen Easton forced himself to enter the quaint shop that was a writer's paradise. Drawing in a lazy breath Easton ran elongated fingers through his locks, dark hues drinking in the sight of the store. Inkwell was perhaps one of his most favorite places to be, with such a calming atmosphere and relaxing people working the register. It was nothing like Green's was where Easton found himself usually everyday after school working.

Shoving palms in the front pockets of his slightly worn jeans the male moved with fluid grace towards the portion of the store where they kept stacks of journals and notebooks for the students. Releasing a breath Easton managed a glance down at the simple black sweater he'd donned for the day. Most would find him nearly crazy for wearing a sweater in the warming climate but Easton had been up since early that morning with the cool of the night still lingering. Browsing through the multiple styles of notebooks Easton found himself slightly distracted, not really paying any attention as to where he was going. Pulling his hands from his pocket Easton reached out to grasp a notebook, drawing it to him and surveying the cover. It was simple, nothing extravagant just a plain black cover. It was amazing to him at how so many people took picking out a notebook so seriously. If Easton's father, Donald, hadn't been so hell-bent on getting him out of the house that afternoon he probably would've just grabbed something at Green's.

Sighing once more as he felt his task was completed Easton went to leave the aisle before pausing as a assortment of pens caught his dark eyes. Turning back to pick through the various colors Easton busied himself with finding a smooth writing pen. Where pens were concerned Easton was fairly picky, and it seemed as of late that more and more of his classmates were loosing theirs and asking to borrow his, never to be returned. Easton slightly wondered how many pens of his Echo had conned off of him this year. At the thought of his closest friend a small smile rested upon rosen lips. Picking up a simple black pen Easton began testing it on a provided pad of paper, amusing himself with the way the pen moved easily over the surface of the paper.

[Echo Muria Sanders]

Echo slowly pulled up to the Inkwell, her jet black car shinning in the light of the the sun. As usual her sunglasses were on, her hair was laying on her back in soft little curls with the bangs pinned back. She was wearing a pair of navy blue skinny jeans that had orange stripes on the seem, a faded hot pink tanktop - its snug nature showing off her gentle curves, and a pair of low highheeled flipflops. She grabbed her red purse from the passenger side door, her chocolate brown hair falling over her honey color eyes. As she stood up straight again she huffed out a breath that sent the stray hair back into place. With her black hole of a hand bag slung over her shoulder and her denim jacket loosely drapped over her arms she set off to the inside, knowing exactly who she was about to hunt down.

She slowly pushed open the door, trying to be quiet as possible. She always love suprising him, it was endless enjoyment to see his face light up with happiness as he saw her. She turned a few cornors, her piles of braclets jingeling together softly. When she finally spotted him she chuckled to herself. He always had a piece of paper and pen in his hands. Setting her things down gently, without a noise she stelthly walked over to him. Once directly behind him she quickly reached her hands infront of his eyes, trying to cut off his sight. "Guess who."

[Easton Xavier McKinney]

Easton concentrated upon the pen, and knew without a doubt he'd be purchasing some. Writing was easy for him, as was reading, and often times Easton was excelled in his English classes and easily a week ahead of most students. Releasing a breath Easton grabbed up a pink pen as well, fully intending to give it to Echo as a simple gift before hands covered his dark hues and bracelets jingled near his ears. A slow smile lit his features as his much larger hands covered hers in a welcoming gesture as her lyrics came out. Easton would recognize her voice anywhere, no matter if she tried to disguise it or not. He knew Echo.

"Please tell me this is the most amazing girl in the world who has not come to scope out which pens I'm buying today so she can know to bum off of me later this week."

Smiling in spite of himself Easton turned around before opening his arms intending to envelope Echo in a warm hug. They'd been best friends since he could remember and even going to high school and him being a grade older had not effected their relationship. Easton knew Echo inside out just as she knew him, and he was comfortable with that. Hiding the pink pen in a back pocket Easton turned his gaze back to her, releasing his arms from around her.

"What torturous thing have you come to drag me to today?"

He lived for picking on her, and for making her smile. Echo's smile nearly always stole his breath at her beauty but it was something he wasn't going to admit to her anytime soon. It was Echo, his best friend, and things had to stay that way..right? Settling the notebook down along with several black ball-point pens Easton crossed his arms and raised a brow at the dark haired girl, his dark hues glued to her face.

[Echo Muria Sanders]

Echo smiled as he put his hands over her own, their softness rubing together. she grined as he spoke. "Please tell me this is the most amazing girl in the world who has not come to scope out which pens I'm buying today so she can know to bum off of me later this week." She laughed lightly, a soft little bell sound that would hardly be heard. As he turned around she smile brightly and welcomed his hug, her body glueing itself to him. She breathed slowly, taking in his soft teddy bear nature and grined as she pulled away from the hug.

"What torturous thing have you come to drag me to today?" A wide and rather cruel looking smile swept across her face, her little cheeks forming dimples and her honey colored eyes searching his. "I have come to take you shopping." She trilled in her little bell like voice, a smile still plastered to her face. she looked up at him, her fingers finding his hand and pleaded, with big puppy dog eyes, as she knew he would eventually give in, even without the begging. That was just how he was. If she wanted it... he would try his best to give it to her.

[Easton Xavier McKinney]

As Easton had suspected Echo wasted no time in getting to the point about things. It was a trait he found admirable about her. She gave things to you straight and wouldn't exactly 'beat around the bush'. Releasing a exaggerated moan Easton winked at Echo, his yes an obvious answer. Slumping his shoulders just for the comedy of it he marched towards the cash register and settled his items on the counter, slipping the pink pen to the cashier and making a 'shh' motion with his finger. The older woman clearly understood and quickly slipped the pen into the paper bag with the rest of his purchases.

Pulling a twenty from his pocket he paid for the items before turning to look at Echo and nodding towards the exit. Moving forwards before Echo Easton opened the glass door for her. Some could easily consider him old-fashioned. His pants always remained around his waist and he opened doors for others and would also even pull out a seat for another person. His father had been big into mannerisms so it was easy to assume they had just rubbed off on him

"Since I'm meant to be a slave today to carry the lady's bags, shall we take my truck?"

Grinning at Echo in an easy manner Easton stepped closer, slinging a lazy arm over her in an effort to draw her closer to his body in a gesture to let her know he was merely teasing her.