Screaming Over Spilled Milk [Mason]

[Pixel Conner]

Pixel yawned, rolling around in her bed. Her sheets were twisted in a ball at her feet, and the blanket was half on her while the left side of her body stuck out into the cold air. She slowly pulled it back in, and sandwiched her bed between two of her pillows, praying that sleep would over come her again. After what felt like an hour but was probably only about five minutes, Pixel threw the cover off of her, and stood up in the middle of her bed, her hair was puffy from going to bed with it wet the night before, and it was sticking up in weird places. "Fine, I didn't wanna sleep anyway."

She left her covers like they were, all over the floor and twisted in weird places. Something most didn't know about Pixel was that she has night terrors, not all the time, but enough that she sometimes woke up crying, so she was use to her bed being chaos, and it wasn't like she was OCD, so she didn't really care. She made a b-line for the bathroom, because she felt as if she was about be pee on herself, as most people did when they first woke. She peed, then looked at herself in the mirror. "You look like crap, Princess." She grabbed a brush and pulled it through her hair a few times, then took a straightener to it. After about ten minutes, she turned it up. It wasn't perfect, but it wasn't like it was when she first woke up. She grabbed a bottle of mouth wash, and poured some into the tap, then into her mouth. Pixel, being Pixel, couldn't stand to actually go the first 30 seconds. She spit it out after about ten, then wash her mouth out with water.

Pixel flipped off the light as she exited the bathroom, then walked over the her bed, picking up the blanket and tossing it lazily on her bed before she went over to her bedside table, and grabbing a pack of spearmint gum to get rid of the taste of morning breath even more. She popped it into her mouth as she heard her stomach growl. She glanced at her bed, wanting to crawl into it again and sleep for the rest of the day, but her stomach protested again. She grabbed a bra out of her dresser, then went to the bathroom again, coming out again once she put it on. She was wearing really short sleep shorts that were purple and black plaid, and a white tank top, her purple bra showing through slightly. She didn't really care. She pulled on some purple slipper boots, then glanced around the room, then shrugged.

She pulled open the door, and slipped into the hallway. She shoved her hands into her pockets, and kept her head down. She wasn't scared of the people in the school, she just didn't want to be the one that they snapped on. She made it to the cafeteria in one piece, and grabbed a tray, a fork and a knife and a couple napkins. She grabbed a bottle of chocolate milk, and began to shake it up as she moved down the line. She opened it, and sat it down on her tray before she reached over to grab a plate. The next happened so fast that Pixel couldn't stop it. As she was bringing her plate back it bumped into her chocolate milk, which did a flip in the on its way to the ground, and as it landed it splashed all over Pixel's leg and feet. "F*ck." She threw her tray down, thing clattering around, and grabbed the napkins she got, and began wiping off her legs, not caring that she was holding the line up. "Screw you, chocolate milk, I don't like you anyway." She growled as she grabbed an other napkin and began wiping up the mess on the floor. "I'll be a few minutes, so get comfy." She threw the dripping napkins on her trap when she was done with them, cursing still.

Pixel picked up her tray and stood up, even though half of the milk was still on the floor, and grabbed another plate, throwing a few pancakes on it before she walked away. She raked the tray into the garbage then went to a table, throwing herself into a chair and slamming the plate down. She began pulling the pancakes apart and eating them with her fingers, glaring at them. This was what Pixel was like sometimes, she didn't cry over spilled milk, she cursed and threw things over it. It really didn't take much to tick off Pixel.

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[mason]

Mason was on edge when he woke up. All the lights where too bright and the sounds were too loud. After a few minutes of pulling the covers up and trying to go back to sleep, he decided he needed to eat something. Or coffee, coffee might be nice. Mason's mother had liked to make Mason and the rest of their family watch "critically acclaimed" movies. One of her favorites was -- what was the name? -- Good Will Hunting. With that guy who played Jason Bourne. There was some F*cking scene in that movie, where Jason Bourne -- or Will Hunting, because that's who he was playing in this movie -- had to go to therapy. For the first therapy session, he just sat there, like not F*cking talking. For the second, he just sat there for most of it, until out of nowhere, he starts telling this F*cking joke. About an airplane. Mason figured that was what he needed. Hey, hun, don't forget the coffee.

Mason stumbled into the bathroom and looked at himself. His hair was sticking up a little bit, so he combed it enough to go down. Then he changed into a hoodie, jeans, and a t-shirt. It's t-shirt time, as his ex-girlfriend would quote. But F*ck the Jersey Shore. His ex was a dumb bitch. He walked down the stairs, still feeling on-edge and pissed off. He kicked a random door on the way, just for the sake of being an asshole and waking some shithead up. He flipped his hood up and entered the cafeteria. F*cking hell. There were plenty of people here already. He grabbed a tray and stood in line. He picked up anything with something resembling carbs or protein. Mason was used to big breakfasts. Just while he was shoveling scrambled eggs onto his plate, some bitch in front of him cursed as she spilled something all over her leg. He ground his teeth and grabbed a piece of toast to eat while he waited. His mood was not getting F*cking better.

Finally, the line started again, and Mason finished getting his breakfast. The girl, a small blonde, had sat down at a table by herself and was glaring at her pancakes. He decided to have a little fun, and hopefully cheer himself up. "Do you want silverware or something?" he asked her, sitting down at her otherwise empty table. "You know, I'd probably say that spilling milk is a stupid thing to scream and curse about, but I've done it too." He shrugged and started eating his sausages.

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Notes: Meh. I don't really like the way it ended, but w/e. Also, here's the Good Will Hunting joke if you didn't get that reference. (If you did... cookies for you!)

"You know, I was on this plane once, and I’m sittin' there, and the captain gets on and does his whole you know 'we’ll be cruising at 35,000 feet,' but then he put puts the mic down and forgets to turn it off. And he turns to the co-pilot and he’s like 'you know, all I could use right now is a fuckin' blow job and a cup of coffee.' So the stewardess goes fuckin' bombing up from the back of the plane to tell him that his microphone’s still on and this guy in the back of the plane is like, 'hey hun, don't forget the coffee!"

Random. One of my friends (well, actually I hate him, but this was before I hated him) was once actually like "you know what I want right now?" And my other guy friend is like "what?" And the first guy is like "you know the airplane joke from Good Will Hunting?" Like assuming I wouldn't get it because, I don't know, I'm a girl. Also he thinks he's smarting than everyone else. But the point is the guy didn't get it and I did. Also, this OOC section is way too long. Kthxbai!

[Pixel Conner]

Pixel looked up as someone sat beside her, a tall, well built blonde guy that looked like he belonged on the beach with a surf board and not at B.A.D. He looked completely harmless, but Pixel knew that no one that was that was sent to this school harmless, even the level one people. Though she'd rather not admit it, Pixel knew she wasn't as harmless as she looked, and that she could hold her own in a fight. She looked down at her food again, which was torn to pieces. She dropped the two tiny pieces of pancake she'd been holding in between her fingers, and rubbed the fingers on her shorts, her clothes needed to be washed anyway.

"I scream and curse about everything." Pixel shrugged. She got out of her chair, zoomed across the caf, grabbed a fork, then zoomed back to her chair, sitting back down. She stabbed a few pieces of pancake violently, then scraped them off the fork with her teeth, not caring about the awful noise it made or how bad it was for her teeth. She glanced over at him again, wondering why he'd chosen her to mess with that morning, and if they would have ever talked if she hadn't thrown one of her fits. Pixel was like that, she looked to far into things sometimes.

She moved her torn up pancakes around on the plate, feeling a little awkward. She really didn't have many friends since coming to the school, so she'd gotten use to eating alone, except for the few people that would sit at her table when there was no where else, but they didn't talk to her, really. "I'm Pixel... " She smiled just a tad at him, then ate another bite of food as she waited for him to tell her his name.

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Notes: Yay for you telling me what the joke was, because I wouldn't have gotten it if you hadn't. XD I'm tired for some reason.... Okay, that was random. XD This notes thing is really short compared to yours... I feel lame for that.

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[mason]

The side of Mason's mouth quirked up. Hm, this girl really was hot. And she was Mason's type, too, small and blonde. The craziness was a plus. He used to try to find the mentally stable types, before he realized that was just a lost cause. They were no fun. No, all his interesting relationships were with crazy girls. Not watch-Faces-of-Death-while-eating-dinner crazy, just slightly shaken.

This girl seemed to fit the bill. Time to turn on that patented Steel charm. "Mason. I like to scream and curse too. Level four," he said, grinning impishly. "But don't worry. I don't bite." He punctuated that by taking a bite out of his sausage, but the irony of that was lost on Mason.

"So how have I never seen you before?" he asked her suddenly. "I know I'd remember you if we'd met... I always remember a pretty face." He scraped his eggs around on his plate, still looking Pixel in the eye. Pixel. What an odd name. He missed hot sauce. Eggs and hot sauce were good. F*ck, Mason's lips were chapped. Where the F*ck could he find chapstick? He felt the familiar disjointedness muddling his thoughts. Scarlett was watching. It was just a prickle on the back of his neck, and then it was gone. Everything was normal.