Wanna Bring Sexy Back?

[Sam Llymns]

Sam leaned against the door. There was no noise inside the Common Room. Strange, weird. At least 1 person had to be in here. This was too good to be true! Sam peeked in the room to see if anyone was there.

Not a single soul.

"Hello?" No response. Sam smirked. The first thing she want to was the radio. She didn't know the channels here but she just tried to look for a good song. There wasn't a good song. She did hear Justin Timberlake on though.

Another smirk. He wasn't her favorite artist, but...who doesn't like Justin Timberlake?

"I'm bringing sexy back!" Sam jumped on the couches and started to shake her booty. She felt a bit happy she was away from that damned family. It was too depressing...

If Sam ony knew that she wasn't alone. Especially when she she was "bringing sexy back"

[Tyler Hitching]

<sub>Tyler could hear someone inside the common room as she flocked passed the door. Hearing what could only be discribed as a 90's tragedy was spilling through the small crack in the door. Justin Timberlake. He should stay with crying that bloody river of his She though, even though she knew the words and was tempted to go inside and sing them. Humming along, she thought why not, and slinked through the door to find a girl, around the same age as her, dancing on the sofa. She did not bring attention to herself, as not to embarress the girl and stood quietly, shutting the door behind her. Biting her lip, she tried to make as little noise as possible, but she couldn't help but let the door creak into submission. It clunked as its heavy handle bounced as the door fitted into its hinges.

Letting a smile slip, she waited for the girls reaction. Tyler thought she might have either went on, ignoring her or get down and walk off, as if nothing had happened.</sub>

[Sam Llymns]

Sam stopped dancing and stopped singing instantly. Slowly she tilted her head back to see what that noise was.
'Please let that not be the door, please let that not be the door' she thought. It was rare that Sam would dance and sing so a guest defiantly wasn't something she looked forward too.
She saw a girl standing there. She was smiling slightly. Did Sam look that weird dancing around to Justin Timberlake? Probably, she couldn't dance in the first place but her voice was fair.

"I was just um...," she looked around for a good excuse. The light bulb was out? Nope, the maintence crew did a pretty good job here. Dusting the ceiling fan? Trying to kill a bug? See if Sam could jump to the moon? Nope, nope and of course not. All of the 1-second excuses Sam could think of was either stupid or just didn't seem like an excuse. "checking the bouncy-ness of the couch. See?" she jumped up and down a few times before flopping off and runing towards the radio. "It's good now."

Sam turned the radio. Clay Aiken.
"Ewww...." she said before flicking off it off. Most songs were rap or a talk show. It was only 10 a.m. and to some, they was still getting up.

Sam walked over towards a vending machine that was tucked away in a corner. SShe placed 50 cent in there and in exchange she recieved a Gatorade. Hmm...Gatorade.

"Please don't tell anyone about that...I don't want to be known by "the girl who jumps on couches, dancing and singing to Justin Timberlake". That'll be hell." Sam laughed. It was a light laugh that could of easily been seen through. "I bet I looked like a total dork."