Up To No Good. -cackles softly-

[Amberlynn Rogers]

Tumbling out of bed sometime around mid-afternoon or so, Amberlynn stared up at the ceiling sleepily, her dark hair spanned out like a pillow against the floor. She didn't want to get up, but knew that if she didn't the cleaning lady might mistake her for for a barrel of clothes and take her out to the dumpster. The woman was a blind old bat at times.

Removing the tangled mess that was the sheets from around her legs and waist, she tossed the red bed spread and patchwork quilt back unto her bed, just before standing up to her full 5'3" height. Her body was attired in some old grey shorts and a royal blue tank top which hugged her upper torso.

Moving her hands up, she raked her hands through her long hair, taking a clip from the dresser and pinning it up into a rather messy bun. "Wonder where my favorite person is?" she asked herself groggilly, stretching upwards and then covering up a yawn, padding bare-foot from the bedroom and to the living room.

"Colby?" she sang, looking for him as she tip-toed over to his sanctuary. She knocked on the door, getting no reply, and therefore pushed the door open, surprised to find it unlocked. Glancing around the room, she raised her brows, wondering where the world's most 'awesome' cousin was at this moment. [/font]

[Amberlynn Rogers]

Sighting Cole's laptop in its usual location, Amber pursed her lips, her thumb rubbing lightly at her chin. She'd always been curious about what the hell he did on that thing, and since he wasn't around at the moment, no would be a good time to do some snooping. After all, that was what she was good at.

Lightly licking at her lower lip, she sighed. Maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea. What if she fucked up something and had no clue as to how to fix it? That would be good to try and explain, especially since he'd built the computer himself. Little did she know that she could open it but not do anything on it, thanks to Cole placing a password upon it. He needed to protect his goods and information after all.

Deciding against it for the time being, she walked into his room, picking up a piece of paper from off his dresser. There was a phone-number, and an Elizabeth Martin's name upon it. 'E.V.?' she thought, wondering what her cousin's association was to one of the richest members of Orange County. Come to think of it, it was her car Colby had left in last night at the party. 'Intersting,' she mused, plopping down on his bed and setting the paper aside.

Her gaze once again shifted to Colby's computer, and she chewed on her lower lip. This was going to test her will, and at the moment, she was failing terribly. She wanted to know what was on the damn laptop, and why he guarded it with his life so much. "Maybe he strips online," she muttered amusedly, flipping unto her stomach and crossing her feet at the ankles. [/font]

[Amberlynn Rogers]

Not able to deny her inquisitiveness any longer, Amberlynn stood up and went over to his computer desk. Taking a seat, she opened up the grey and colbat colored computer, starting it up. Tapping her fingernails lightly against the desk, she yawned slightly, just before getting the prompt asking for a password. "Damn that cuntface. I should have known," she muttered under her breath with a pout, shutting down the computer and sighing. She closed the laptop, standing up.

Well, since she didn't have anything fun to do, she decided that she'd take a bath and then head out. Wandering over to the bathroom, she stripped off and got ready for her shower, yawning as she did so. [/font]

[Colby Hill]

Once back at his own place, Cole shut down the vehicle and relaxed in the car seat for a while. He felt like a real ass. You'd think he'd get used to the feeling by now, but fact of the matter was that he'd never experienced it before. Sure his parents and cousin tried to make him feel bad, but that was totally different. In those times he was the kid who wanted to rebel no matter how he could from his parents. This time though, he'd hurt somebody...somebody he was seriously starting to like.

Shaking his head, he climbed out of his vehicle, walking up the driveway and swinging his keys slightly. He couldn't decide if Amber was home or not, being that she didn't always take her car with her when she went out. It was still sitting in their driveway, and he wouldn't have the patience to deal with her crap. Not today... Just not today.

Walking into his home, he sighed, closing the door behind himself. The house was quiet, so that meant she was absent, otherwise the television would have been blaring. Tossing his keys unto the side-table, he walked to his room, his cell phone ringing as soon as he entered. Picking the gadget up, he said, "Hello?" half-heartedly into the phone.

"What the hell did you give me?" a rather angry female voice boomed through the phone. "I asked you to infect /someone else's/ computer. Not /mine/. You're going to have hell to pay Mr. Hill. Mark my words."

The call ended, Colby just dropping his phone atop his bed. He knew this would happen, and only just sighed. Oh well, at least he'd stopped her from ruining E.V.'s mom's life. That was all that mattered. [/font]

[Colby Hill]

Unbuckling his belt, Colby dropped it atop his floor, his shoes ending up right beside it. He stripped down to his boxers, not even caring about the mess he was creating in his room. Looking over at his computer, he bit his lip, just gazing at the source of everything that was wrong in his life. Why didn't he just use his talent for good? Why did he have to involve the mad stuff as well?

Shaking his head, since now was not the time to be second-guessing himself, he sat down on the chair beside his computer, starting it up. He typed in the password, which only led to another prompt, and yet another. His memory for numbers and codes scared even him sometimes. Bringing up a certain application, he decided to work on the program he had for Springfield, being that she was actually paying him quite well for it. Also, he didn't involve anything illegal.

He paused in his work, losing the will to continue. His eyes lost focus sometime during it, and he stood, giving up for it on the day. Maybe a quick shower would sort of wash away the day's bad events. Walking over that way, he stripped down fully, climbing into the tub and setting his forehead against the cool metal. Hand reaching out blindly, he allowed it to turn the water on to ice cold, allowing the water to beat down on his body, wishing it would take away his mental exhaustion as well. [/font]

[Colby Hill]

Wrapping up his bath about...well, he wasn't so sure how long he'd taken, but he climbed out, drying off as soon as he did. Finding himself fresh boxers, he dressed within them and then made his way to the living room, plopping down on the couch and picking up the remote. He switched the television on, surfing the channels until he found an old movie on the Westerns channel.

Maybe he should call Elizabeth, but what would that do for him? Nothing really. The girl probably didn't even want to talk to him. Her last words were still echoing through his mind, the events of their last meeting running through his mind's eyes and preventing him from seeing the movie. He blinked them away, turning off the television before standing up again and going to his bedroom.

Dressed now in faded blue jeans and a dark green polo shirt, he ensured to have his phone and his laptop then headed outside to his vehicle. Setting the laptop on the passenger seat, he buckled himself in and closed his car door, starting the car up and immediately heading out down the road. He needed to get out, and the Cafe seemed the right place to be at this moment. [/font]