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Post by williamwilkins on Aug 4, 2011 18:56:25 GMT -6
Liam sat at an empty table in the cafeteria, looking down at his plate of meatloaf with a look of disgust. Normally this place wasn’t so bad, this hunk or greenish “meat”, was stepping over a line. He picked up his fork, poking at his plate, turning his light eyes up to look at his fellow students. If he couldn’t even eat his supper, at the very least, he should have some entertainment.
After a moment, he scrunched his nose in disappointment. In a full cafeteria, he couldn’t spot even one familiar face. He would have even settled for Pixels easily startled and quiet friend Zack at this point. He grumbled under his breath as he went back to prodding his dinner sullenly. A flash of red winked at the corner of his eye, and he looked up expectantly. Skylar. Her turning up would be a definite improvement. He may even be able to stomach the meatloaf with enough distraction. And if he was navigating the potential minefield that was talking to the fiery red head, then he’d be plenty distracted.
His blue eyes finally settled on a girl. Long red hair, fire engine fake, and he immediately resumed his sulking. Not Skylar then. He sighed slightly, dropping his fork onto his plate and resting his cheek in his hand. He hadn’t seen the combustible level four since she’d stormed away from him over a week earlier. Not that he hadn’t tried. Though he still wasn’t entirely sure what he’d done to piss her off so badly, he wanted to apologize. He liked her. Perhaps his original statement about wanting to be her friend wasn’t strictly true, she’d gotten under his skin. But he’d take friendship, she was nothing like anyone he’d ever met before, and he’d found it utterly impossible to get her out of his head.
Liam was no stranger to the whole game when it came to girls, the chase. But it wasn’t like that with Skylar, he was chasing, but she refused to be chased. It was a weird, and entirely new situation for him. Mostly he just wanted her to give him a chance, people liked him, it was off putting that she genuinely seemed that she didn’t. He wasn’t about to give up trying though, he wasn’t lying when he’d said he didn’t give up on things. He’d keep at it until she was his friend, or until she killed him. Whatever happened first. He’d even gone so far as to try and bribe her earlier in the week.
He had managed to charm one of the cooks into letting him use a corner of the kitchen. Liam had a secret skill he’d developed helping his mom out. He could cook. And his double chocolate cupcakes were something to die for. He hadn’t been kidding when he told Skylar to loosen up, and in his experience, nothing seemed to calm women down quite like chocolate. So he slaved away in the kitchen and hoped to gain some brownie points with her. He’d asked around until he found out which dorm was hers, and left a plate of the desserts with her pretty dark haired roommate. That had been five days ago, and still he heard nothing from her, not even a hurled gooey cupcake to head, which he’d half been expecting. This definitely was falling into the “lame’ category, if chocolate didn’t work, what the hell would?[/size]
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Post by Skylar Brown on Aug 5, 2011 13:23:13 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown (Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar stared down at her leg from over the top of her book. She'd gotten the cast off the day before, and she was looking forward to wearing shoes on both feet. The first thing she'd done was take a shower because one, a leg you haven't be able to clean in week is gross and nasty, and two, she didn't have to stick her leg out the shower while she washed herself. It was pretty much the best shower of all time. She had to admit, she was going to seriously miss they crutches, if for no other fact than she liked "accidently" hitting people with them. Then again, she never really used them, because they pissed her off, so she gussed it wasn't that big of a deal.
Skylar sat on her bed, trying to read a book but failing. She'd hadn't eaten since breskfast. The day before, so her stomach was distracting her. She sat her book on her bed side table, and stood up. She was in normal Skylar attire. Black t-shirt, gray skinny jeans, red chuck taylor hi-tops. Her hair it's signature shark fin like swoop, her expression.. A mixture of emotionless, with a hint of anger that was never far from Skylar's face, even she was sleeping. She glanced around the room. Empty. Which made sense, Skylar was never in her dorm if her roommates were, unless they were sleeping.
She left the room. As she moved down the hallways, dodging people that weren't looking with cat-like reflexes, a small smirk crept to her face. She missed doing this, it was hard to do with a cast on her leg. As she got to the cafeteria, the smirk stayed, it make people, like the freshmen level one and twos get the hell out of her way, considering it was kinda creepy and looked like she was about to murder someone. And when she happened to glance around the cafeteria and her eyes fell on William Wilkins, she was probably about to murder someone. "Hey, can you move the line along?" Skylar's head reeled around to look at whoever had spoken to her, and they stepped back, mumbling a sorry. Skylar grabbed random plates of random foods, and some rootbeer. Then she walked over to his table, dropping her tray a few inches onto the table, rootbeery splashing out of her glass but she ignored it and sat down. "Madison gave me the cupcakes... I don't eat many sweets." Yet she ate half of the cupcakes, and gave the rest to her roommates. Skylar began eating, not looking at Liam.
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Post by williamwilkins on Aug 5, 2011 14:50:20 GMT -6
Liam was looking back his dinner, debating whether he was actually going to eat it or not. The decision was made for him when someone slammed their tray onto the table, spilling pop all over his plate. Well that was probably for the best. He looked up, ready to thank and or berate the person, depending on whether they looked like they could kick his ass or not. His eyebrows raised when he saw Skylar plonking herself down into the seat across from him. Well this was odd, had he somehow developed a kind of psychic connection with her? He thinks about Skylar and POOF there she was. It unnerved him a little, though he wasn’t going to complain. It was nice to see her. AND she came to him, that was always a bonus.
It also answered another decision, she definitely fell into the ‘can kick my ass’ category, so there would be no berating her for ruining his already inedible meatloaf. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and watching her apprehensively, deciding it be wise this time to let her speak first. It had not escaped his notice that she didn’t have her crutches, meaning there was a good chance she didn’t have a cast. In which case, he lost the edge he’d had in out running her. So he’d play it safe and let her start off the conversation.
Madison gave me the cupcakes... I don't eat many sweets."
Liam couldn’t help but purse his lips slightly. “ Ah. Right. Well I won’t make them for you again if you don’t like ‘em.” he said, trying not to sound too dejected. That was his ace in the hole, if his mastery of chocolate desserts wasn’t appreciated, nor his accent, his grin, his hair or charm, what the hell else was he supposed to do? The clear answer was give up. But of course, it really never entered his mind. No, if his arsenal wasn’t winning her over, then sheer persistence would have to do.
He relaxed his arms, going back to poking his now soggy dinner. “[color-blue] Looks like you got your cast off. Kinda sucks, no more crutches to whack people about with.[/color] he said with a little grin [/font][/size]
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Post by Skylar Brown on Aug 5, 2011 16:50:21 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar shrugged. She'd liked the cupcakes, but she didn't want to tell Liam that, because thenn he'd be using chocolate cupcakes as a way into her pants instead of just annoying the piss out of her. "My roommates enjoyed them." She picked through the steamed veggies on her plate, flicking the chopped carrots off her plate and onto the table. Then she stabbed a few of the rest of under-cooked/over-cooked veggies onto her fork and shoving it into her mouth. She chewed slowly, her mouth closed, actually very lady like. She'd even land a napkin in her lap. One of the few ways she took after her mother. Samantha Brown had been graceful where Skylar was swift, cat-like. She was curvy in all the right places where Skylar... wasn't. They shared their dark green eyes, and pale skin. But even those Skylar's mother had worn with more beauty than Skylar could ever wish to have.
Skylar turned her head away from Liam when she swallowed her food, nothing he'd make a perverted joke and she wasn't in the mood to hear it. Today or ever. Then she went back to staring straight ahead. She wondered what made her even go up to Liam's table, she was still pissed at him for laughing at her, even when she'd learned who the cupcakes were from she may have smiled, slightly. Not a huge grin.. Just a "that-little-snothead" smile. That was what Liam was to Skylar, a little snothead. So she liked him, but only a little, and only because it make it easier on herself to like him that little bit rather then get annoyed at the very sound of his british-accent laced voice. It wasn't like she was about to make friendship bracelets with him, are pass him witha note in class that have their names in a heart with "BESTIES 4 EVA!" on it.. She just probably wouldn't tackle him down the stairs for breathing loudly.
For laughing at her, though, that was a different story all together. She was just waiting to find him alone on the stairs.
She took a sip from her glass, washing the nasty taste of bland, unseasoned mush out of her mouth, looking up at Liam as he spoke again. "Yeah, I got the cast off last night. And my elbows are just giant scabs now. I'm not too worried around the crutches thing, I'll find another way to beat the student population senseless." Her voice was calm, though serious, as was her facial expression. Then her eyes moved back to her food, looking over her plate to see what all she'd managed to grab. Some meat loaf with mashed potatos and gravy, the steamed veggies, and a bowl of fruit salad for dessert. She mixed the mashed potatos and gravy together on the plate, then ate a fork full. that didn't require much chewy, so soon she was washing that down as well. They could at least hire better cooks at the school, just because there would be good food didn't mean Blackwood Academy would be any less like a prison to the students.
She set her fork down on the tray, and pushed it away, grabbing the bowl of fruit salad. She lifted that plastic lid off of it, then grabbed her fork again. She reached under the table and wiped her fork clean of any food there might be on it, then stabs a green grape, a kiwi, and a thunk of banana. She put the fork in her mouth and pulled it out, the fork scraping across her teeth with a god awful noise that made her want to cringe. That's why she didn't do that, while she was trying to annoy other people she only ended up annoying herself. She stabbed a few more pieces of fruit. "Has anyone ever told you you're a rude little shithead, Liam?" She looked up at him as she put the fork in her mouth and pulled it back out, minus the awful noise, and the food that had been on the fork.
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Post by williamwilkins on Aug 5, 2011 18:59:37 GMT -6
Liam's heart sank a little when she said her roommates ate the cupcakes. He hadn't made the damn things for her bloody roommates. For a moment as he watched her eat her peas, he thought about what she'd do if he went off on her like she seemed to like doing to him. He watched her impassively as she picked carrots from her food and ate. He scrunched his nose a little, screw it, he wasn't hurt that she gave away something he made for her. He was pissed. If she didn't like sweets she could at least have the common courtesy to pretend she ate them, at the very least. He didn't think it was too much to ask.
Unconsciously, his body language was changing back to the guarded way it had been she say down. He pushed his plate aside, definitely wasn't eating it now, especially not after mention of scabs, and his arms crossed across his chest. “ Yeah, I don't doubt you'll find plenty of ways to beat people even without wielding your dangerous crutches of death. he said, taking a sip of his drink after he spoke. He'd briefly considered not responding at all to anything she said, but that wasn't likely. First off, Liam liked the sound of his voice too much for that. And Two, he was annoyed, yes, but Skylar didn't usually volunteer much in the way of conversation, so it seemed like a shame to waste it when she was talking by having a hissy fit. If it had been anyone else sitting there, he probably would have made some snappy smart ass reply to that, but Skylar was different . Who knows how she would react. Most likely by telling him to f*uck himself again and leaving the table. Then he'd be right back at square one. So as tempting as it may be, he ultimately decided to keep his stewing to himself.
Liam was briefly distracted as she picked up her fruit salad. Even this place shouldn't be able to screw that up. His stomach rumbled, he was a growing teenaged boy after all, a few bites of diseased meat weren't going to quell the beast that was his hunger. He looked over to see how bad the line at the counter was. Unfortunately it was the prime feeding time for the students at Blackwood, and by the time he made it to the front, it would probably be time for breakfast.
His attention was brought back to Skylar as she ate her fruit, the grating noise of the fork on her teeth caused him to shudder. He picked up his pop, taking another long gulp, trying to drown out the noise with the sound of his own swallowing.
has anyone ever told you you're a rude little shit head Liam?
Liam coughed, chocking on his drink when she spoke. He cleared his throat, looking at her incredulously. He was the rude shit head? He shook his head, chuckling disbelievingly. He reached over the table, picking a strawberry out of her fruit salad and popping it into his mouth. He was hungry after all, and if she already thought he was rude shithead, no harm done, right? “Oh yeah. I'm rude, huh? I've never actually been told that before. Just seems to be you that thinks so. Tell me Skylar, what exactly make me so rude? Talking to you? Trying to befriend you? Offering to help when you wouldn’t admit you needed anything? Going through the trouble of making you something that you decided to just give away? Seriously? Tell me, the curiosity is killing me” He said, leaning back in his chair with a defiant look on his face. So he'd botched the whole keeping quiet about being annoyed thing up. But really, did she think she was the only person who got frustrated or annoyed with people, or hurt by their words and actions?[/size]
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Post by Skylar Brown on Aug 5, 2011 19:28:54 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar watched him choke on his drink, trying not to laugh. She couldn't be pissed at him for laughing at her if she laughed at him. That would make her a hypocrite, wouldn't it? Then she watched him chuckle and shake his head, and she figured he was about to make another smart-ass comment about it. So she waited for it. She expected him to make a comment, the last thing she expected him to do was reach over and steal a strawberry. "Hey!" She would have stabbed him with her fork, but it was plastic and wouldn't as much of the damange she wanted to.
Then came his rant. Was he mad at her? That was kind of understandable, she'd been nothing but a bitch to him since that first met. And then he was listing the things he'd done for her. HE was pissed about the cupcakes? They were f*cking cupcakes! Get mad over her calling him a rude little shit head, fine she could handle that, but getting mad over cupcakes?! What the f*ck was he, four-years-old?! Skylar shoved the bowl at him. "Here, have it f*ckwad." Then she was up, jumping into line where the fruit salad wasand grabbing another bowl. She ignored the shouts and yells at her for cutting in line and moved back to the table, slamming the bowl down.
She shoved fruit into her mouth until she couldn't take it anymore, and exploded on him again. It was weird, having Liam mad at her. She didn't like it, she wanted old, annoying Liam back. "No, that's not why you're a rude little shit head. You're a rude little shit head because you laughed at me. Who the f*ck does that to someone they call a friend? What the hell is wrong with you, Wilkins?! And are you seriously pissed over the fricking cupcakes? I ate the cupcakes, okay, Liam? I ate all of them but two, the two that I gave to my two roommates. I'm sorry I didn't run over here, tackle you and start making love to you on the cafeteria floor while telling you how amazing your d!ck and cupcakes are because I loved the cupcakes so f*cking much. Is that what you wanted to hear, that I fricking liked the cupcakes?" She stared down at the fruit salad, clutching her fork in her fist, two seconds from throwing the fruit salad in his face.
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Post by williamwilkins on Aug 5, 2011 20:05:21 GMT -6
Liam's eyes followed her as she grabbed more fruit salad. He glared as she shoved people out of the way, partially because he thought it was a bitch move, but more just annoyed that he liked her more for doing it. He glowered as he shoved a grape into his mouth. She stormed back to the table, and they sat there in silence, both shoveling fruit into their mouths, talk about stress eating. This was ridiculous, she was not allowed to be mad at him, just because he was mad at her. What was she, four years old?
She suddenly stopped eating her fruit and was ranting at him. It took him a second to understand what she was saying, this was because he laughed at her? Because he thought her reactions were funny? Dear god, she really was messed up. Normal people laughed at friends, just because he had a chuckle didn't mean it was malicious. It was ludicrous, did she honestly have no idea of how social interactions worked? He scoffed a little, shaking his head, well someone was going to need to teach her, otherwise how the hell would she make it through life and not end up in prison somewhere for killing someone who dared giggle at her?
“ Wait, ok, seriously? You're pissed because I laughed? My god Skylar, people laugh, it's a natural reaction when they find something funny. And yes, I thought your overblown reaction to me joking around was funny. So I laughed. And this may shock you, but friends do that. All the freaking time. Like two seconds ago, when you were shoving fruit into your face like a chipmunk? That was funny. And if I wasn't pissed, I probably would have laughed. Have you never had, like a normal friendship with someone? Jesus. ” He sighed, running his hand through his hair.
“ I'm sorry if it hurt your feelings. That was hardly the intention.... and for the record, you hurt mine too. I don't give a crap that they were just cupcakes, I felt bad for pissing you off, and tried to do something nice. And you may think it's stupid but I put a lot of damn effort into that. You don't need to be a bitch about it. Hell, even if you just said 'I got the cupcakes' that would have been fine. he crossed his arms back over his chest, his lips drawn into a thin line. “ And really, you have to stop with this constant assumption that everything I'm doing is somehow sexual. You're the one who keeps saying it, not me. I mean for f*cks sake, you don't even know me. Even if you were the type of girl that screws around like that, I'm not that type of guy. I don't hang around girls just to get in their pants. If I really wanted that, I'd just hang around slutty girls. There's a difference between being flirty and being a sleeze ball.” he added as an after thought, it really started to make him feel like he was some kind of pervert the way she kept assuming he was trying to bone her. Really, did he actually give off the perv vibe? [/size]
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Post by Skylar Brown on Aug 5, 2011 21:16:14 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Liam talked a lot. Like he probably talked more in a day than she did in a month. He was talking more in this rant than she did on a normal day. She just talked and talked until finally Skylar reached over to his bowl and grabbed a random chunk of fruit, and threw it at his face. "Shut up." She leaned back in her seat, and began eating again. She didn't want to argue with Liam. Fights were one thing, Skylar isulted someone, they gave her a reason to kick their ass, and Skylar kicked their ass. But arguing was different, it was a vobal fight and Skylar wasn't very vocal.
The next time she spoke was when she finished her food. "No.. I've never had a real friend before. Don't pity me because of that, though. I'd rather you just not feel bad for me at all. I'll live with the hand God dealt me." Skylar shrugged softly. "I'll let you be my friend, okay? But I'm not going to promise I won't be mad at you a lot, and that I'llchage over night and be as nice as Barbie in the morning.. In fact I'm not going to promise you anything, that way when I fail, you can't get pissed at me." She knew she was going to fail. How could she just throw away years of being a bitch to protect herself and become the type of person to have friends? She didn't see it happening.
"And I'm sorry.. For being a bitch the other day, for hurting your feelings, for sharing the cupcakes, for thinking you're a perverted slut, and for throwing fruit at you." He should realize how much it took for Skylar to apologize. She just wasn't the type of people to apologize, she normally never saw what she'd done wrong. It was had to do that when someone was yelling across the table at you exactly what you had done. She put all of her trash onto the her tray, and took another sip of her drink. Then she looked over at him. "So since we're BFF's now, do I get to know your level and what you're in here for?" She figured it was a question a friend would ask another friend, plus she wanted to stop arguing.
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Post by williamwilkins on Aug 5, 2011 21:43:11 GMT -6
Liam's looked down at the banana stuck to his shirt. Jesus, she was actually throwing fruit at him? He stared at the fruit while she continued to eat before finally picking it off his chest where it had fallen, and looked to her with raised eyebrows, listening to her while she went on. Was she apologizing? My god, she was not only apologizing, she was agreeing to be his friend, kind of at least. Granted, she was trying to put it across like she was just humoring him, but he was pretty sure he could see through the ploy. Liam didn't get riled up easily, and he calmed down pretty quickly. He'd already let go the little argument, as far as he was concerned, these things happened, you bitched, then it was done. No need to linger on bad feelings. He let out a little chuckle, popping the piece of banana into his mouth.
“ Apology accepted... and don't worry about failing. Friendship isn't a pass fail kind of thing Skylar, no one is keeping score. You'll get pissed at me some times, I'll get pissed at you, but it all sorts itself out eventually. That's what it all means. And as for the fruit, thanks. Mine was finished anyways, I needed a little more, the 'ol stomach was still rumbling.” He tilted his head to the side, looking at her through his clear blue eyes “ And for the record, I don't pity you because you haven't had friends before... I pity you because you haven't had me around before. That's got to be hard. I for one would never be able to handle it. Luckily you're tougher than me.” He grinned. “ Though I haven't seen this 'nice as barbie' side, I think it'll freak me out a bit”
He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. And now she was asking him personal questions. God, he should have gotten mad at her last week. “ I suppose I could tell you. I'm a level two. Yeah, so tough and scary, right? he chuckled. “It was pretty stupid, some friends were having a party, and since I had a car, asked me to pick up some.. supplies.. ah why am I beating around the bush, drugs, they asked me to pick up the drugs. Got pulled over for speeding on the way home, opened my glove compartment to get out my registration, not even thinking. And a small pharmacy tumbled out. Not going to lie, there was a lot there. I was picking stuff up for more than 50 people. Anyways, walked myself into a possession with intent to traffic charge, so here I am.” he shrugged “ Pretty dumb, right?” he laughed a little, finishing his pop.
His eyes glanced down to her arms, the cigarette burns clearly visible with her short sleeves. He wondered if he could ask about them. After all she asked him a question, fair trade, right? He chewed his lip, ah well, if she freaked out, he now knew the secret was to fight back with her. “ So, how'd you end up getting mistaken for an ashtray? he said nodding to her arm[/size]
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Post by Skylar Brown on Aug 5, 2011 22:14:50 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar listened. She resisted the urge to yell how that was the stupidest thing she'd ever heard before in her life. He just pulled over and FORGOT he was carrying enough drugs to get 50 people high? Skylar had never done drugs, never wanted to do drugs, but she still knew it probably took a lot to get that many people high. She went her to her orginal thoery of Liam being a complete and total moron. "That's stupid. You're stupid for agreeing to do that. Holy shit, Liam. If you're going to get arrested and have that on your record at least have it for something better than forgetting about drugs in your glove compartment. Like.. I don't know.. Streaking is a better than that. Then again, I hate drugs so I'm biased." She shrugged, putting her glass on the tray, three fourths finished.
Then he asked his question, and Skylar looked down. She didn't even know why she did that, she knew exactly what he was talking about. "Fire my mom died in,"She held up her left hand, half scarred. "Step-dad being a d!ck," She nodded towards her arm just as he had done. "And the ones you saw the other day, on my back, are from being sent through a sliding glass window." She'd figured she'd tell him about all the scars he'd already seen so she wouldn't have to explain them later. "I would show you all my scars, but that require removing clothing, and I'm not too keen on stripping in front of the entire cafeteria." Another shrug from the tall red-head.
She looked up at the ceiling, staring into one of the nights. It was gross, you could see where bugs, frogs, crickets had crawled up there and been cooked to death under the bright bulb. "Would you change it? Like not open the glove box, or declined the request to be a drug smuggler?" She looked back at him, her pupils tiny from staring at the light for so long.
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Post by williamwilkins on Aug 6, 2011 1:17:18 GMT -6
Liam chuckled a little self consciously, running his hand through his hair. He didn't need anyone to tell him he was an idiot, he was well aware, all by himself. One moment of carelessness, of not thinking, and he'd totally screwed himself over. He smiled a little and shrugged “ Yeah, believe me, I know I'm a moron. I called myself about a million different kinds of stupid. But what's done is done. Can't dwell on it, right?”
His smile dropped as she started running through a list of her scars. He'd been bright enough to put two and two together when he'd caught glimpses of them, it didn't take a genius to know she'd been badly abused. But thinking it, and having her tell him so calmly was totally different. He would never, ever understand it. How parents, or in her case, step-parents, could do that to their children. Liam did not want to be a father, not yet at least, but he knew when he had a kid, they would know nothing but love, from the moment they popped into the world. The alternative just disgusted him. He flashed back to when he first met Skylar on the steps, and she'd told him she killed her step dad, and that's what landed her in BAD. He smiled ever so slightly, well at least the douche got his comeuppance.
She fell into silence, looking up at the light, letting Liam center on his own thoughts for a moment. He was absentmindedly running his finger along the raised ridge of a scar on his head, mostly hidden by his hair. It was too bad he didn't have her guts, or her strength, or whatever it took. The one time he tried to go at his dad and he was beaten to a pulp and left broken. It had been his mom, again, who ultimately saved him him and Tom. He would love to see the old man again now. He wasn't a scrawny little fourteen year old anymore, maybe this time would be different.
He brought his attention back to her when she spoke, and frowned a little at her question. He placed his chin in his hand, looking past her as he considered it before shrugging. “ I honestly don't know. I mean, on one hand, yes. If only because I miss my mom and brother so much it hurts sometimes. And this place is, well depressing to say the least. But then, another part of me says its a good thing. I wasn't going anywhere back home. Don't get the wrong idea, I'm in here on drug charges, but I was never a cracked out addict. I just had messed up priorities. I liked to party, and drinking and drugs just came naturally with that. But another year of that life, and who knows? I probably would have ended up an addict somewhere. I could have ended up dead. This place sorta clears your head, you know? Everything is taken away, and you can't help but get your priorities in place. Like, I miss my family, my friends, not the drugs or the parties.” he laughed a little “ Wow, that long winded... I guess the short answer is yes, I would do it the same.[/size]
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Post by Skylar Brown on Aug 6, 2011 1:50:58 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar nodded, look backat their trays of food. "Well, at least you don't seem like an idiot now, I mean.. When you say smart stuff like that, not the normal crap you talk about to hear yourself talk." She smiled slightly to show him she was joking with him. Well, mostly. Sometimes he still sounded like an idiot to her, but she was a judgmental bitch. She guessed she should work on that, if she was going to have a friend.. But it wasn't likely that would happen. Liam would have an easier time getting her to strip in front of the entire cafeteria.
She lifted a leg, standing up a bit then sitting back down so that it was folded under her and she was sitting on it. She put her elbow on table, then leaned her head on her fist, looking at Liam. She wasn't sure what to say now, considering it was his turn in the question game, and he hadn't asked a question. Maybe she'd just skip him, and he could ask another question later if he wanted. She'd noticed the way he looked at her when she spoke about her scars, like he was pissed off and a little bummed out for her. Everyone knew, like most of the teachers and that actually took the time to read the students files and some of the students knew she'd be abused, just no one put the teachers and staff knew how far the abuse went. She wondered if Liam had figured it out yet.
"So.... How'd your scar happen?" Then Skylar realized that might be too personal. It wasn't like he had a buzzcut to show it off, he was kind of trying to hide it. And Skylar had been asked about her scars so many times she didn't care, Liam might care. "Nevermind, what's your favorite color?"
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Post by williamwilkins on Aug 6, 2011 2:30:31 GMT -6
Liam grinned a little at her comment “ I like to keep the smart stuff to myself, it lowers everyone's expectations, so when I actually say something intelligent, it seems all the more impressive. he joked, tapping his head with his finger. He looked at her and felt a jolt of happiness, she was smiling. It was a little one, yes, but it looked real, not scary fake one. It made him feel good to see her smiling and looking happy.
Things were quiet again, it didn't seem uncomfortable, which in itself was unusual for Liam. He normally liked to fill up any empty air time with the sound of his own voice. He looked at her as she resettled herself, and was considering asking her about her step father, why she killed him, what had driven her to that point. But he couldn't get the words to come out. It seemed too personal, too much. He couldn't push her to open up all in one go. And if what he suspected was true, he probably didn't really want to hear it. He would get pissed, and have no where to let it out. The man was already dead. Though he supposed he could hop onto a plan to Alaska and desecrate his gave. Just didn't have the same appeal as beating the man senseless.
Liam smiled a little when she broke the silence again, and shrugged at her question “ No, it's fine, not too personal. ” He tried to hide his scar, not because he thought he needed too, or because he wanted to keep it to himself, but because it made him self conscious, and seemed to make other people uncomfortable. They saw it, they always asked about it, and then felt awkward afterwords. He wouldn't need to worry about that with Skylar, compared to her, his ordeal was nothing. “ My dad. He was a mean drunk. Beat the tar out of my mom and my brother and I. Tom and I, we managed to avoid the worst of it, only because she would force herself in the way. One night, when I was fourteen, I figured I was a man, I should be protecting them. I thought I could take him. I was wrong. He beat me half to death, I got this beauty when he smashed a lamp on my head. he said with a shrug, instinctively smoothing his hair over the area.
“ Oh, and my favourite color is blue. he smiled a little “ No need to tell me yours, I remember, it's maroon. I still can't look at anything red without feeling queasy, thanks.” He started tapping on the table with his fingers, a habit he'd developed after he started playing the drums. He'd usually start up sometime during a conversation, completely unaware that he was doing it. It used to drive his friends nuts. “What do you plan on doing when you get out of here? [/size]
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Post by Skylar Brown on Aug 6, 2011 3:31:18 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar listened quietly, emotionlessly as Liam told the story of his scar. It pissed her off, and she felt a stung in her chest that meant she was not just angry upset, but upset upset that someone could do that do Liam. Somehow, now, the drugs made sense. Skylar wanted to punch a birck wall with her bare fist. Or maybe slam Liam's dad's face into it. The scary thing was that their dads, step-dad in her case, sounded a lot alike. The being beating half to death rung a bell in Skylar's head, as did the being a mean drunk thing. But also their mothers, that threw themselves in harms way to protect their children. Skylar's mother had died protecting her. Skylar wondered if she'd known Liam's story before, how much alike they were, would they have been friends sooner? Skylar answered the question herself. "No."
But still, the fact that someone hurt him pissed her off. She wasn't use to this protective feeling. She didn't like it.
When he said his favorite color was blue and smiled a little, Skylar matched the small smile, but it grew when he commented on her favorite color, maroon red, made him feel sick when he saw it now. Was it sick that she liked doing that to him, making him suffer a little bit? Again she answered the question herself"Probably." But still, something bothered her about his answer. "That over there, midnight blue." She pointed to a tray on another table. "Her hair, teal blue." She pointed at a girl with a blue streak in her hair. "The sky.. is sky blue. There are a lot of different shades of blue, Liam, just like there are with red. My favorite shade of red is maroon. So what is your favorite shade of blue?"
When his fingers began drumming on her table she reached out, and laced their fingers together so he had no choice but to stop. "Stop..." It wasn't annoying her at the moment, but it would start to in about ten seconds. She was just stopping him before it could annoy her, and she snapped at him again, and she wasn't in the mood for another fight that didn't involve fists. She looked down at their hands, fingers intertwined like they were some sort of teenage, love-sick couple. She knew Liam didn't like Public Displays of Affection from their last encounter, but the red-head made no move to untangle her hand from his.
The came his next question, and she looked up at him, her green eyes not as cold as they use to be, as they normally are. She didn't know what she wanted to be, she'd never dreamed of being anything, even as a child she never wanted to be a princess, and it was going to be really hard to get into a good college with a murder charge on her record. "I don't know. Alaskan fishermen? About the only thing I can go with violent tendancties and a murder charge." She shrugged. She wasn't too upset about it. Sure if she'd had dreamed she'd be crushed, but as it stood Skylar didn't care.
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Post by williamwilkins on Aug 7, 2011 1:02:46 GMT -6
Liam noticed Skylar getting that look, the 'I'm pissed and am going to kill someone' look, as he spoke. He just kept going, hoping that this time at least it wasn't geared at him, they were doing so well, it would be a shame for something as stupid as homicide to ruin that this time. But then, she was smiling again, and he felt himself relax. OK, not him then, definitely a bonus.
He chuckled lightly as she pointed out the various shades of blue. He considered explaining to her that he in fact, had a penis, and as a result, didn't really care about any shades of any colours. But he would humor her. He looked around at the various blue things before shrugging, “ You know the blue that the sky is before it storms? Like the darkish kinda gray blue? That one... Or whatever shade you could call my eyes, I'm quite fond of that too. he added jokingly. “ But really, I don't like to have to pick just one, I like 'em all.”
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Liam looked down at their entwined hands. Had he actually passed out at some point? Had Skylar put him in a coma after he pissed her off in their little argument? Because this could not be happening, Skylar was holding his hand, and not because he was forcing her to, she did it all on her own. Shocking. He would never, ever have thought that she would to take his hand, and not the other way around. He smiled a little, squeezing her hand a little bit. She'd been right about the mean one minute and happy as Barbie comment. He was pretty sure that was what was going on right now. It definitely unnerved him a little, but mostly just made him happy.
He laughed as he listened to her answer and shook his head “ You really don't strike me as the fishermen type... and don't be silly, there are plenty of things you can do with those qualities. Postal worker for one. You'll be fine.” he said with a smile. “ So you'd move back to Alaska then?” [/size]
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