Leave me alone, I'm lonely (Andrew)

[madisonsaunders]

Madison wanted some time alone, shocking really, considering how much she just loved her fellow students here.  6 months into her forced time at Blackwood’s and she was no closer to accepting the place or the people in it than she had been when she first arrived.  Sure, she’d managed to make some ‘friends’, though aside from Rina, she would hesitate in calling them more than passing acquaintances, and the initial hatred she harboured towards her other roommate had turned into a kind of mutual… well not respect, and not friendship, but they no longer seemed to outwardly loath each other.  She still thought the red head was a total head case, but had a little bit of admiration for her toughness. Be that as it may, the young socialite still hated the place, every rock, tree, and brick. What she wanted, more than anything, was to just go home.
 
Since that was not really in the cards anytime soon, she just had to deal with it.  And she managed to do so by finding little corners of the school she could disappear to where she could be left alone to stew and be resentful.  The corridor by the auditorium was one of those places.   After classes had let out, there was rarely anyone who passed by.  So she had learned to take advantage of that.  Sitting on the ground, her back against the wall, the brunette was looking down at one of her sketchbooks, her face hidden by waves of dark hair.  One of the few bonuses of this place was how much time and freedom it gave her to work on her art, something she’d not really boasted about or shared back in New York.  Her fingers were smudged with charcoal, and there was a smear across her cheek where she had absentmindedly tucked back a strand of hair.  She heard footsteps echo along the hall, and her nose scrunched automatically.  They slowed as they approached her, and without looking up she spoke.  “ Don’t bother slowing down, don’t bother talking, just keep moving”

[andrew]

Andrew was always looking for places to go off by himself to play some music. Sure it didn't matter if people knew he played guitar but he didn't vocalize that he sang as well. What if people had thought it wasn't good enough? He worried about things like that. So he just didn't tell people he sang. So when he wanted to sing he went where no one would hear him so usually that meant the corridore along the auditorium. He hadn't been at the school long but he was observant and no one was usually ever around after classes ended.

As he rounded the corner he saw a girl sitting there. Then her words came. He would dream of saying a word to her. How ever if he wanted to sit in the hallway he would and thats what he was going to do. He sat down on the other side of the hallway across from her and put his guitar in his lap. Then he started plucking away at the strings on it, having never said a word to the girl like she asked though his eyes watched her draw while he played.

[madisonsaunders]

Madison didn't raise her head immediately, but her lips did turn down into a small frown when she didn't immediately hear the person who'd come down the hall leave. Though whoever they were at least listened and didn't speak, did they really need to sit in her hallway? There were about a million others to choose from. No, she'd made it clear right? Surely whoever it was was just going to keep moving, like she asked, and leave her the hell alone. Really it wasn't so much to hope for, was it? A little solitude in this place. Her nose scrunched a little as she heard the person shuffling, and sitting down across from her. Apparently it was too much to ask for. Fine. They could stay there all they wanted, it didn't mean she had to acknowledge their presence.

And she was fully intending on ignoring them, that as until they started playing a guitar. God damn it. It wasn't enough to invade her space, they just had to do it nosily too, didn't they. She kept her head down, the strokes of her charcoal getting firmer as her annoyance grew. It was more patience than she normally showed, but Madison managed to keep from flipping her lid for a few minutes before she snapped her head up to tell off this person who dared invade her spot. She was surprised to find the boy playing the guitar looking at her. The surprised look quickly melted back to the annoyance “ You planning on being here for awhile? Because if you are, can you at least manage without the guitar, it's kinda ruining my concentration”

[andrew]

Andrew kept his eyes on the girl while his fingers plucked away, never missing a beat. When she looked up at him his tune didn't waver. It was like with the guitar he was completely confident, and without it he was shy. For the life of him he couldn't figure out why a pretty girl like her would want to be left alone. Maybe something was wrong with her. And she was just wanting to forget it. He could understand that. He wanted to forget things too. Music helped a lot.

"Being alone all the time .. Gets lonely. Being lonely isn't any fun. Or at least I don't think it is. So why do you wanna be alone? Company can't hurt .. You might even come to find you like me" Andrew gave her a small smile. All the while still playing on his guitar. He played well enough he never had to look down any more. He thought it was impressive. Maybe she'd quit being so hell bent on him leaving and they could be friends.

[madisonsaunders]

Madison’s eyes drifted briefly to the boy’s fingers as he played the guitar.  She would admit, at least in her head, since out loud was about as likely as her growing wings and flying away, that it was mildly impressive.  Music had never been her thing, nor had musicians.  But there was a certain…appeal to the easy confidence someone who knew what they were doing could exude when they played.  Mildly impressed or not, the young socialite wasn’t someone easily swayed.  Her eyebrow quirked as the guy started to speak.  OK, well points to him for just getting to it, but still, he honestly expected her to be friends with him.  She was goddamn Madison Saunders for Christ’s sake.  How come, even after 6 months, these people didn’t get it?  She was not one of them, she would never be one of them, and at the most, she would tolerate their existence until she got to go home.
 
He had a point though.  Things were lonely here.  She missed her friends, and though she did occasionally like Skylar’s company, and Rina was close to a friend, they weren’t really her people.  She missed her group from home, she missed her place in the world.  She was lost here.  Who was she kidding, she wasn’t ‘Madison Saunders’ here, the girl who could demand anything she wanted and get it just as easily, who could inspire instant fear or loyalty from her classmates with simply a raised eyebrow.  No, that girl belonged in NYC, wandering down 5th avenue with her friends, shopping bags over their arms as they talked about the incomes of their future husbands.  The girl sitting in the hall, she was just another of the freaks at this school.  One of Madison’s strengths, was her ability to keep things inside, burying emotions that she would rather ignore so no one else could see them.  Maybe this place was getting to her, maybe she was lonely, and yes, even depressed sometimes.  But was she about to let anyone see that?  Hell no.  As far as they were concerned, she was still that entitled girl from New York and about a million times better than they were, and it would be a cold day in hell before she let anyone here think otherwise.  “ Oh yeah.  I’m lonely, huh?” she said with a bit of a sarcastic smile “ And why would you think I would prefer being friends with you, who for all I know, likes to torture small animals, to being by myself?”
 

[andrew]

Andrew's line of vision didn't waver. She was cold like ice. But it wouldn't stop him from trying. Sure she didn't have to be friends with him. But it wouldn't hurt. They both were stuck in this stupid place .. what would it hurt to have friends. "You don't have to be friends with me." He let his fingers keep moving while he spoke. "I know what its like .. being alone all the time. For one reason or another. Either because you feel like you don't fit in or belong. Or because you're bullied for not playing the right sport or for liking the wrong girl. And then one day to just .. snap. And have your whole life change, when had you had some friends to talk to .. maybe you wouldn't have killed someone. Maybe you'd still be normal, whatever that is" There was no sense in hiding things people always found out anyways.

He finally took his eyes from her and looked down letting his fingers stop for a moment. He moved the capo up adjusting the pitch. It just didn't seem right to him. He was pretty picky about how things sounded. Then he let his fingers start moving again. The pitch sounding much better this time. Then his eyes were looking back at her. "Just .. Saying I know what its like to be lonely is all. It's no fun" His eyes never wavered. He couldn't help but notice that even though her smile was sarcastic looking it was still beautiful. Thinking that made him smile at her a little.

[madisonsaunders]

Madison was curious, despite herself, and one thin eyebrow inched upwards as the guy spoke. So he was some kind of loser outsider who went nuts and killed someone. Awesome, just who she wanted to be hanging out with in a deserted hallway in a school for nutcases. God, it didn't matter, six months in, and she still didn't belong in this place. Despite her designation as a level four, Madison was about as dangerous as a hangnail. Oh she would destroy you socially if she could, make your life hell to get to the top, and then sometimes just because she wanted too, but physically dangerous? Not in the least. Maybe she was lonely here, but that was by choice, associating with these people was beneath her. Back home, she's never had a problem with being alone, if anything, she craved the few moments she could get away from her busy social life. If she was being completely honest, she would have likely been one of those people bullying those people who didn't fit in, who was she kidding, she would definitely be one of those bullies, it was why she was in this school in the first place after all. What she found so incredibly curious though, was that he looked so, just squeaky clean and innocent. She wouldn't have guessed he would hurt a fly, let alone hurt a person. Maybe not exactly her type, but there was something that looked all fresh faced and wholesome about him. Guess looks were deceiving.

She watched as he fiddled with the guitar, tuning it or something, she guessed, she was pretty clueless when it came to most instruments, then he was back to looking at her, smiling a little. It seemed like an odd statement to be smiling after, but she supposed as far as smiles went, it was a nice one, definitely added to that whole wholesome thing he had going on. It was the kind of smile you couldn't help but return. She tucked her hair behind her ears, shrugging slightly “ I suppose you have a point, lonely is definitely not a state I'm used too. ” she conceded.

[andrew]

Andrew liked that now her smile didn't seem quite so sarcastic. But was a tad more normal. She was saying being lonely wasn't something she was used to. And he wasn't used to have big groups of friends. And it almost seemed like neither one of them had any friends around here. Though he'd met Pixel earlier in the week she spends a lot of time with her .. who he thought was her boyfriend. He let his fingers stop moving once again this time just staring at her for a moment. There was no adjusting pitch or anything.

He moved from where he sat, and crossed the hall and leaned the guitar against the wall. Then he sat next to her. Now he could smell her, she smelled really good. His eyes looked over to her. "If it helps any .. I didn't mean to kill him. It just happened." He wanted her to know he probably wouldn't do it again. While he wasn't sorry about it he didn't plan on killing someone else. "What are you here for?" It was obvious he wasn't familiar with beating around the bush. He was pretty straight forward. Could either be a quality or a downfall.

[madisonsaunders]

Madison’s eyebrow raised again as the guy stopped playing his guitar and just looked at her intently. It was a little unnerving to say the least, especially after he just said he was in the school because he lost it and killed someone. Fan freaking tastic. Maybe he was feeling all crazy now, enraged that she hadn’t just jumped on the sparkly rainbow let’s be friends train. Her hand gripped a little tighter on her pencil she’d been using for sketching. Hardly a weapon of mass destruction, but she’d use it as such if need be. She doubted any of the freaks here would be so tough with a trusty No.2 in their eye. But even as she thought it, she had to admit he still didn’t really seem all that threatening, just a little… weird.

She tensed a little as he got up and walked over to her side of the hall, setting his guitar against the wall and sitting next to her. She turned her head to him as he spoke. Well, that raised an interesting question, did it help that it wasn’t something he intended to do? Probably shouldn’t help, he’d still killed someone, whether or not he’d meant too, and yet somehow it did help. She was smart enough to figure out she probably only thought so because A) He was so unintimidating, and B) as much as she said it didn’t bother her, the young socialite was bored and lonely here. “ Yeah.. I guess that does help some.” she looked down at her note book when he asked why she was there, her hair falling from behind her ears and back over her face like a curtain. “ Uh, well… no use beating around the bush, huh? Technically I’m here for killing someone too.” she shrugged her shoulders, lifting her head back up and pushing her hair back again. “ Indirect manslaughter. Most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard… this girl in my class, she offed herself… and I guess they needed someone to blame, and I was that lucky person. Apparently my actions were a direct cause of her mental state which lead to her wanting to kill herself ” Madison said with a roll of her eyes. It didn’t matter how much time had passed, she was still going to think the charge was utterly ridiculous.

[andrew]

Andrew listened as Madison told him why she'd been sent to the school. So .. in a way they both had something in common. Maybe deep down she felt bad for what she did. Or maybe she didn't Or she did and she was trying to hide it and say she didn't. Whatever way it was they did have something in common. "So then I suppose we sort of have something in common. And we both got stuck here. And I'm new so I don't really have any friends .. aside from the pregnant blonde girl I met in the stairs who says she's every ones friend. And it looks like you don't have many if any at all. Sooo we could be friends. Right?"

He let his eyes scan down to her notebook. She seemed to be drawing. Kind of like that blonde girl he'd met. They had alot of classes together, and she seemed to draw a lot in them. Madison's drawings looked pretty good too. He couldn't draw to save his life. But music. Now that was another story. He could save country after country playing music. It just flowed out of him. Mostly the guitar anyways. He didn't think his singing was all that good. But he never let anyone hear to tell him otherwise. "Do you like music?" Well everyone liked music, but what kind was always the question.

[madisonsaunders]

Madison  stifled the urge to roll her eyes.  Right, she hardly counted that as something in common.  This kid was clearly a nut job who killed someone, accidental or not.  She was just a convenient scapegoat for some bleeding heart liberals who wanted someone to take the blame for a pathetic waste of space offing herself.  Though, he had a point.  She was stuck here for the foreseeable future.  A friend wasn’t necessarily a bad thing to have, even one that was clearly below her.  Her nose scrunched at his mention of the ‘pregnant blonde’ “ God.. that would have been Pixel.  Friends with everyone my ass.  Don’t even get me started on that girl, she drives me nuts.’ she grumbled.  Her dark eyes looked him over before she let out a little sigh “ I suppose we could be ‘friends’, though for the record, I don’t have many friends here because let’s be fair, most of the people here are total whack jobs. ” she said with a nod.
 
She followed his eyes down as he looked at her sketch book.  Her first urge was to close the pages.  She wasn’t used to anyone looking at her art.  Back home it was the kind of thing she hid from everyone.  It, along with disappearing to the library, was one of the few things that she did for herself, not for anyone else, not for appearances.  It just seemed private.  She looked down at her sketches, hardly the best, but it was meant for her eyes, so who really cared.  She looked back to him when he spoke again and raised her eyebrows.  “ Uh, yeah I like music.  Everyone likes music.  What kind of question is that?”

[andrew]

Andrew nodded understanding about Pixel. Making a mental note that Madison didn't like her. So he shouldn't mention Pixel to Madison again. That's what people did to maintain friendships. They did things to please the other person. So to make things more pleasent he wouldn't mention Pixel again. But he couldn't help but smile when she said they could be friends. He didn't make to much of the comment that followed. He didn't have to make everything so personal.

"A bad question I suppose. Though I've met a few people who didn't care to listen at all. So like what kind of music do you like?" He moved his eyes from her sketch book. He had to think how he would feel if someone was nosing into his business or whatever. It would make him mad. But her drawings were good. "Those are good. I can't draw." Compliments were always good too. Yeah being friends could totally be doable. Or at least it could for him.

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