<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Amber_Beryl_Stonley_Av_12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Beryl Stoneley<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>School hallways, going to class<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Talking with Sam, arranging to meet at lunch break<br/><br/><strong>With:</strong>Sam Johnson<br/><hr/><br/>As I breezed along the hallways a person fell into step beside me, seemingly teleporting out of nowhere. How did someone that big and hunky do that? I was genuinely keen to know, a person this attractive should pop up on my radar yards away, even through solid walls but Sam had this rather disarming ability to slide up beside me completely unnoticed. I looked up at him – waaay up! – and grinned.<br/><br/>"Morning! I'm good! You?"<br/><br/>We chatted about a few things and I asked him how he was finding his new camera and had he used it much yet. It was lovely walking with him for a few minutes, I had this nice glowing feeling deep down inside and wanted to just be with him all day. We didn't have to do anything at all, just being beside him was so nice.<br/><br/>We went past the lockers and I got my books for the morning classes and stuffed them in my bag, then we made our way up a flight of stairs. The first year students had their classrooms on this floor but the seniors had theirs a floor higher. This upper hallway – first floor to my way of thinking but I had to try and think like a Yank now so this would be the second floor… Hm… that would take some adjusting to if we ever decided to arrange to meet somewhere… where was I? Ah yes, in the hallway we had to part ways. I really wanted to give his hand a squeeze and be affectionate but I wasn't entirely sure where our friendship was headed yet so I didn't. I stepped back and raised a hand in a happy wave.<br/><br/>"Well, gotta get to class. It’s a crying shame." I did an exaggerated unhappy pout. "Would you like to meet up at lunch break? I need to go get a sandwich from the dining hall shop. Er,<em>store</em>. Hm, whatever you guys call it. Wanna meet me there?"<br/><br/>We agreed a place to meet and parted, I waved again and made my way to class, my head seemed to bump the top of the doorframe as I floated happily in. Who needed weed when there was love in the world, this feeling of a huge high was amazing.