private one x one. michelle & & hollywood.

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And, I love her half to death; but she's k i l l i n g me.
A private one x one roleplay between anddmichellesays & & -0-Ms HollyWood-0-.
please do not post . but feel free to follow the story .

[ANDDMICHELLESAYS]

She never drives her car; she drives me c r a z y.

"shes killing me" by a rocket to the moon.

A boy and a girl, good friends since freshman year of high school. They both have feelings for the other, but assume the feelings aren't mutual. They hide their feelings by teasing, rude remarks, and other antics. They're slowly driving the other to madness. They fight more than often, but still strive on the rare moments that they're happy together. Soon enough the two won't be able to be in the same room together none the less be in love. They try to make the other jealous by flirting with other people, but with both of their stubborn facades neither is faltered. Each is becoming discouraged by the rude attitude they're receiving from the other, but what lengths will they go to, to make sure this friendship, and possible future love doesn't fall apart?

[ANDDMICHELLESAYS]

Hello, my name is Full Name, but let's stick to Nicknames, okay ?
If you asked, I'd tell you I was a Gender .
I'm constantly getting older on Birthday, but for now I'm only Age .
Everyone claims I'm Main Personality Trait, and sometimes even Another Personality Trait, but I'm just me .
My life is my own, Short Biography .(1-3 facts is all.)
My story can only be told by Username.

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Hello, my name is Aidan Summer Jaesek, but let's stick to Aidan, or Danni, okay ?
If you asked, I'd tell you I was a female.
I'm constantly getting older on July Sixteenth, but for now I'm only seventeen.
Everyone claims I'm brutally honest, and sometimes even headstrong, but I'm just me.
My life is my own, and I intend to keep it that way. I am a vegetarian, often keeping myself closed off from people, for I am socially dismembered. Art is all I know; I want to be an artist. There's only really one person who understands who I am, and to be honest I think I drive him crazy. I can't deny that I'm a piece of work, but I'm not quite sure that's a good thing...
My story can only be told by anddmichellesays.

[-0-Ms HollyWood-0-]

Hello, my name is Kyler Colten Wess, but let's stick to Ky or Colt, okay ?
If you asked, I'd tell you I was a man .
I'm constantly getting older on the fifth of November, but for now I'm only eighteen .
Everyone claims I'm laid back, and sometimes even a pushover, but I'm just me .
My life is my own, meaning don't write in my book. I'm the athletic type, star QB to be exact. I moved here from California my freshmen year. The only person that really gets me is the person I sometimes can't stand the most. My friends always tell me I need to speak up more, and stand up for myself, and what I want.. But, we all know about friendly advice..
My story can only be told by -0-Ms HollyWood-0-

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Waking up in the early hours of the morning can be a treacherous task if you lack willpower. Luckily on this particular day, Aidan Summer Jaesek didn't have the misfortune of dealing with the small amount of willpower she possessed when it came to arising in the morning. The girl however had willpower for other things -- one of them being her passion of art. This time it meant completing the piece of work that she had begun the night before, even if that meant sleep deprivation before a long day of school. A soft yawn escape the small lips of the brunette as she carefully grazed the canvas before her with the thin paintbrush that was positioned contently between her index finger and thumb. With another glance at the once blank canvas, her thin lips pressed together before they turned up into a small, pleased smile. The canvas no longer had any white spaces left on it, the entire apparatus was now covered with bright colors that played out to be a beautiful piece. There was a large, breath-taking willow tree, surrounding the tree was countless skyscrapers, a city scene, people making their ways. Someone looking at it would more than likely squint as if searching for a hidden meaning or someway to make sense of the painting, but Aidan knew exactly what message the piece told, and that was why she was pleased with it. It was a piece that easily described her, something different that didn't quite belong in the surroundings it was in. That was the story of her life.

With the painting finished, sleep was slowly creeping over the girl's body. Aidan's emerald eyes slowly made their way over to the alarm clock that sat quietly, unset on her bed stand. It's red, bolded numbers read, 6:15AM. A sigh of disappointment escaped her throat, if she went to sleep now she would only get about an hour to sleep, but that was only if she was willing to go to school in what she was already clothed in. However that was not something she wanted to do, considering she was almost positive that she had paint blotched all over her clothing, hair, and skin. Art wasn't exactly the cleanliest hobby to take up. Taking a look into the mirror on the other side of the room confirmed her paint blotch theory. She began the rub and scratch at the drying substance on her cheek, scrunching her nose as she did so. Giving up soon after, the girl eased herself off of her stool, her feet meeting the cool carpeting, sending light shivers up her spine, causing her whole body to twinge. With a quick outstretch of the arms, Aidan dropped her paintbrush onto the easel that her artwork still stood on. For a moment she contemplated what her next move was, but it didn't take her long for to decide on a shower before anything else.

Aidan had always been one to spend way too much time in the shower, so rather than having an hour to get ready she only had about a mere half hour left. Stepping out of the steam filled bathroom, the girl was only covered by a white towel that she gripped tightly around her frail body. Another shiver was sent up her spine as the cool atmosphere of her bedroom reached her skin. Nearly running, Aidan hurried over to her much too large closet raiding the contents that had once been nicely folded and hung on hangers by her neat freak mother. Quickly, not wanting to waste time picking out an outfit, she grabbed a few things off the floor, and rummaged through a drawer before exiting the small room, several articles of clothing in hand, and made her way over to her bed. She tossed down everything she held then began to clothe her bare body. First with a strapless cream colored bra that she had some difficulties with, and a matching pair of underwear. The bra was soon covered up by a metallic, american apparel gold tube bra. Roughly, she tugged on a pair of dark gray leggings, followed by pulling a white, over-sized tank top over her torso, letting it dangle loosely on her thin frame. Her gray cardigan was the last of the items she had hoarded from her closet and it didn't take her more than two seconds to slid her arms into it, not bothering to button it up.

Now, clothed Aidan checked the time. 6:50AM. Time was not on her side today, it seemed like it was moving so much faster just to get on her last nerve, and unfortunately, it was succeeding. A soft groan came from the girl as she moved quickly to where her vanity stood near her bedroom door. She eagerly took a seat before it looking directly into the mirror examining every detail of her pale face. As she did this she was mentally observing what make-up choice would be best for today. As soon as she had left her current trance Aidan's fingers were busy raiding the assortment of make-up laid out on the vanity. Aware that she hadn't much time she immediately got started. She clipped her hair back to keep it out of her face, and found her small tube of Clinique liquid eyeliner, uncapped, and began to apply the dark liquid onto the lower and upper linings of her deep green eyes, making them brighten, bringing out the gold speckles in her irises. Next came color, she had decided on a white, green tinted Urban Decay eyeshadow that she brushed gently onto her eyelids, then followed it with a gray Urban Decay eyeshadow that she applied to the far corners of her eyelids. Satisfied, she finished up her eyes make-up with her Helena Rubenstein mascara which she ran through her eyes lashes faster than usual and re-capped. However, her business at the vanity still wasn't completed. Now she pressed a light shimmery pink lipstick to her lips, pressing her lips together before making a "smack" sound and smiling at her reflection. Glancing about her vanity table in search for whatever else she may need her eyes fell upon a pair of 5/8" wooden plugs with white roses in the middle and she, with no hesitation put them into her gauged ears with no difficulty. A few gold bangles were slid onto each wrist and a silver chained, peacock feather necklace was clasped onto her neck before she was satisfied completely and stood herself up from her seat.

7:10AM read the clock. Aidan began to go into slight panic mode as she pulled the clip out of her hair and ran her fingers through her now completely dried, wavy brown hair. She ruffled it a bit giving it some volume before she rushed over to her bedside table. There she retrieved a rose colored Samsung Behold, her phone, unplugging it from it's charger. Also, sitting beside her bed was her brown pleather shoulder bag. Her eyes lit up in seeing it and she grabbed that as well throwing it onto her shoulder where it belonged, and with everything retrieved the girl then started for her door. Down the hall, and a flight of stairs, Aidan's nose met the smell of her mother cooking breakfast, most likely for her. At the bottom of the stairs, where all of Aidan's shoes sat, her eyes locked onto a specific pair of shoes, her favorite brown, heeled Steve Madden boots. She smiled before sitting on the bottom step to situate these boots onto her small feet. She did so quite fast and was back on her feet in moments. She didn't want to be the one to tell her mom that she didn't have time to eat the breakfast that was made for her, let alone see her mother's saddened face when she said so. So, from where she stood Aidan called out to her mother, "Mom! I'm sorry I have to get going, just let Ryan eat my food!" The girl didn't wait for a response from her mother before she exited out the front door leaving her mother and her younger brother to reside in the rather large home. Her father was rarely home due to business trips, and other functions having to do with work.

Outside, the air was warm, and the the breeze was comforting. Winter was just ending and spring was finding it's way into the atmosphere, although somedays were colder than others. Aidan was more or less a fan of warm weather, rather than the cold. In the driveway the girl found her silver volvo waiting for her, as it did everyday when she needed it. She had received it for her sixteenth birthday, although she hadn't even asked for it, but who's complaining? Aidan fondled in her bag until she found her car keys and let herself into the car. Inside she shut the door and started the engine. Before she started for school, she checked the clock, 7:20AM. She rolled down her windows and took a deep inhale before she pulled out of the driveway, school didn't start until 8AM but she needed to be there early or she knew she'd be late. It was just one of those things. The drive to school was a short one, only about five minutes or so, so she'd have plenty of time. Maybe she should have sat down and eaten, for now her stomach was grumbling at her. Biting her lower lip, she pulled into the school parking lot. Like all the other students she had an assigned parking spot. Didn't take long for her to find it. She parked, and climbed out of her car. There were already plenty of students from buses and whatnot filling up the school yard until school started. She'd go where she always did.

Across the school yard was an old willow tree, her favorite, she made her way towards the tree and on approaching it she smiled and tossed her bag down onto the ground, then sitting beneath the large, overshadowing tree. The weird glances and disapproving looks were nothing new to Aidan, she got them everyday from at least one person at school. I guess you could say she was a bit of a loser? But then again, I guess that's what happens when you're socially awkward and people just think your retarded. You'd think that since her best friend, well almost only friend was star Quarter Back that she would be a little higher up on the social food chain, but no that wasn't the case at all. Kyler Colton Wess, he got her better than anyone, even if she did drive him absolutely mad. A lot of people thought that he was just too nice of a guy, not to be friends with her, which was true, he was way too nice, but no, he chose to be her friend on his own will, despite the fact that all his friends, including the brainless bimbos of the school, felt otherwise. Speaking of Colton he was usually bound to show up around now. Aidan didn't look up though to see if he was coming, she knew that he would, he always did. Every morning since they became friends. She pulled her phone out of her bag and checked for any new messages or calls but there was nothing. She flipped her phone on it's side and began to type away on the touch screen, as soon as she finished she hit "Send."

'Kylerr.<3
If you're not already at school, do you think you could be the amazing guy I know you are and bring me something to munch on?
I thought I was running late and didn't eat. blehh. ):'

xxx.

[-0-Ms HollyWood-0-]

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'ѕhes мy ƒavorite ρain'
'Kyler' is the ηαмє

The morning air had a bit of a chill to it as tanned legs jogged along the lonely sidewalk. Seeing that it was five thirty in the morning, there weren’t a lot of people out and about. Deep, heavy breaths, and the rhythmic step of his run was all there was to hear. Most people didn’t get why Kyler, star quarter back of their fairly large sized school, would run in the mornings before school, only to have football practice after school. It wasn’t about just being in shape to him, it was the feel of the morning air. It was his quiet sanctuary, where he analyzed every thought, every moment, and every play from his nifty football play book. He even often found himself thinking of her: the one who understood him the best. She was best friend, most days, Aidan. There wasn’t much quiet back at home, even in his own room.

As he rounded the block in a tight fitting tee, and his basketball shorts, his mind began to wonder about numerous things. One being college. He wanted to go, had many offers to go, but wasn’t sure he could. A lot of people depended on him for things around here, especially his mother. She had been diagnosed mentally insane a long time ago. As long as she stayed on her medication, she held it together pretty well. She acted as if she could actually be sane, be normal. Other days, when she refused to take the medicine, she spent her time sitting in front of cartoons, as if she was five once again. She had no sense of fear, no responsibility, and no kids, just was any five year old was. His older brother Richard was there to help, but he mainly worked. This left Kyler to see after his mother, and his niece, who was four. Their father had split long ago, but still tried to help pay the bills. Richard was still married to a woman that could care less about him. She was a drug addict who showed up when she needed funds. Their youngest brother, Keenan, was fourteen. He usually helped out as much as he could.

When the house finally came in view, he shook the thoughts from his head. His dark eyes searched the house for life from a distance. Keenan and Kyler’s bedroom light was on, meaning the boy had decided not to be late today. His masculine hand reached for the door knob, and turned it slowly, and quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. ”Ky!” yelled Ginger, his niece, in a high pitched squeal. She was also an early riser. She was small, and pale with golden locks of curls. She had big bright blue eyes, and a smile that could light up the world. A smile spread across Kyler’s somewhat troubled face as she jumped into his arms, greeting him with a huge hug, then pulling back her face, and holding her nose. ”Ew! Sweat!” she said in a prissy tone. She always did have a bit of an attitude. Before long Richard was in the living room, taking Ginger to the table for breakfast. Kyler wasn’t one to say much, especially after a run, so he slipped into his room, seeing Keenan still lifeless in the small top bunk. He was an identical clone of Kyler, only smaller, and not as toned. The two even acted the same, with the exception of the slothness Keenan had. Kyler laughed as he grabbed his clothes quickly, and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower.

It was already 6:15 when he hit the shower, letting the steamy water run over his sweaty body. The shower was another one of his sanctuaries, and he valued his time in there. The shower was interrupted thirty minutes later, but Keenan’s banging fist, and yells that if the ‘pretty boy’ didn’t hurry up, they’d both he late. Kyler knew he was right as he turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and slipped into his Hollister jeans, and a blue and white stripped polo. As he opened the door slowly, Keenan pushed in, slamming the door behind him. Kyler headed back to their room, and pulled on his blue and white Nike shocks. Blue and white weren’t only his favorite two colors, but also the schools colors.

His brown eyes stared at himself in the mirror, brushing down wisps’ of hair that stood out everywhere. Still not satisfied with the look, he combed his fingers through it quickly, and then turned to his night stand. On it were his keys, his wallet, and his pride and joy, the iPhone. He was certain the inventors of the gadget were geniuses, and need a noble peace prize. He slipped the things into his pocket, and headed back to the kitchen. His mother, Melinda, stood over the sink staring at her medicine. His footsteps startled her a bit, and she turned to look at him. She smiled and greeted him with a motherly kiss on the cheek, then turned and downed her pill, along with the orange juice. Maybe today would be a better day. Yesterday was a bit stressful, and she hadn’t been too cooperative. Melinda handed him a cereal bar with a smile. ”Can’t have my boy starving. Gotta work hard to get a scholarship.” she said as he walked into the living room, waiting anxiously for Keenan. The clock now read 7:10, and he needed to be on his way.

”Come on Keenan, we gotta go!!” he said loudly as he slung his football bag over his left shoulder. Just as soon as it came out, his brother stood before him, also with a bag over his shoulder. His brother followed closely in his footsteps. So far, he was also a star quarterback on his 8th grade team. How could he not be? He did learn from the best. The two walked out the door, and to the old rusty truck, and hopped in. Ky drove quickly to the middle school, and rushed Keenan out of the car. He looked down at the clock that now read 7:21. He had a feeling he was going to be late. Kyler drove quickly across town, hitting all the red lights. When the school was within seeing distance, his phone buzzed loudly in the cup holder. A message from Aidan. He sighed as he texted her back, and pulled a U-turn, headed back to the gas station. It wasn’t like he could say no to something she wanted. He quickly typed his reply:

’Danni =]
I’m headed to the gas station for a drink anyways, I guess I could bring you something.
What do you want?’

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It took but only few moments for the small device resting on her lap to vibrate, signaling that she had received a text message, and no time was wasted in typing out her response.
'perfect, thanks doll.
hmm, just a bottle of green tea and something light will be fine.
thanks again, you're the best.<3'

As the screen lit up reading 'Sending...', the girl simply stared down to the small phone in her pale hands. It was doubtful that he had been willingly on his way to the gas station for a simple drink, she knew this. He was smart enough to bring a drink of his own from home if he really desired one, especially since he was running later than usual as it was. Part of her was certain that he had completely turned himself around just to get her something. However, she didn't feel bad. He had chosen to say yes, he could have just as easily said no. Of course, she knew he wasn't the person to say no to her though. Why this was she had no idea, after all he was the only one who felt obliged to tend to her every need, even if it meant taking him completely out of his way. She couldn't deny that she liked the feeling of someone finding her important enough to tend to her, she just didn't understand why he did so. She had every intention in paying him back for the goods he was retrieving for her, but she wasn't sure how smoothly that would go down with him. He was always trying to look out for her, be the best he could for her when she needed him to be. He was always striving to be what she needed, when she needed it. Even when when her pessimistic, cynical attitude and outlook was at it's worst. She noticed this, but not entirely the way that I think he wanted her to notice. He was her best friend, her only friend.

After setting down her phone, the girl's curious eyes whisked around the front grounds of the school, stopping every few moments to examine each group, big and small, that came into view. Nobodies that would most likely become somebodies. Ignorant stuck-ups that will amount to nothing in the real world. Misunderstood druggies that may or may not kill themselves before the age twenty five. Horn-ball jocks that would do anything for sex... Aidan listed each group off one by one in her mind then moving to the next, some groups meshing together into one large group. A daily routine I guess you could call it, and everyday it was the same people, in the same exact spot. Almost as if they were afraid that if they were to relocate, they would no longer be filed under the same category that they had been put into the previous day when Aidan had taken a mental roll of them all. But, of course the girl knew that, this wasn't really the case, for it was likely that more than half of the kids she had just categorized had no idea she walked this earth, let alone whether she was putting them under labels. Call the girl prejudice, announce her a hypocrite. She would only shrug, a sign that she agreed. She wouldn't deny these things, or swear otherwise, because everyone in existence was or in some point in their lives were these things. It was just human nature. Human nature for us to hate, to lust, to envy, to grieve, to judge.

Today however, was different. Aidan backtracked, normally she would do nothing until she successfully got through every single group labeling them accordingly depending on her mood that day. She had hardly gotten past the halfway point, compassionate talents, when she was (for whatever reason) compelled to glance back to the beginning where her favorite group was located. This group was "His" friends, otherwise consisted of slutty cheerleaders, horny jocks, and the obnoxious partygoers. Kyler being "him", of course. She had yet to realize why she had come back to this specific group. Maybe it was because they were her best friend's mates, and they just about despised her very being. Even that felt like an understatement -- No overdramatics, It really was that bad. It wasn't irregular for her to jog her mind backwards to re-speculate this particular group of people, but it was always after she had made her complete round first. What was the difference today? Maybe it was that nearly everyone's, and I mean everyone's, glance was unmistakably resting on her. For a moment, the girl only stared back, unfazed, nor blinking. Only on thought seemed to float around in her head though. "Why the ******** are they staring at me?" Aidan's thoughts spoken aloud as her calm, unbothered facial expression shifted to a quizzical, disgusted one.

It wasn't their stares that bothered her, she found it flattering that they would devote their morning to gossiping and glaring cynically at her. She wasn't the type to be bothered by childish things such as these, and if she was, she made sure not to show it. The girl was too mature for her age, and people, such as her mother noticed this, worrying that she was growing up to fast. But Aidan had a different outlook, that someone had to be strong for her, and she was contempt with the fact that she was the only one who could do so. There was Kyler, sure, but when it came to these friends of his, well, I guess you could say that he wasn't as much of a helping hand as she would have preferred. Kyler was nice, kind, laid back, and a complete pushover. Which didn't help when it came to his disapproving friends. They said nasty, insulting things to her, that whether or not he was already aware of, she didn't mention to him. He wasn't much of a fighter, unless he was on the field. Then there was the way Aidan just knew exactly how to make him tick. Being the person closest, and most understanding also meant that she knew exactly how to either settle his nerves or completely set him off. Lately, little bickers had become more of a regular thing for the two, and she was aware that it had a lot to do with the stress coming from his so called "friends."

Senior year means, they play the game harder, more determined, there's more obstacles and not as many handshakes. Only one can win; which means this could very well be their last year on the same team.

xxx.

[-0-Ms HollyWood-0-]

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'Kyler' is the ηαмє

The drive back to the gas station wasn’t long. Only two or three minutes out of his way. He was running late anyways, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. He would only miss the few beginning minutes where he heard all his friends ramble on about their weekend parties, or listen to the cheerleaders talk about other girls who aren’t as pretty as they think they are, or spread the gossip someone without a life started about someone harmless. It seemed those people had no life, so theirs revolved around everyone else’s. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, but there were some things he didn’t agree with, but Ky was one to just go with the flow. Though he wasn’t one to go partying like most of the football team, he found it a waste of time and brain cells. If he wanted to be mindless, there were better ways of doing so. The phone buzzed in the cup holder as he pulled into the small, old gas station. His eyes read over the text message quickly, then replied:

’Gotcha.
I try.
See ya soon.’

Kyler’s reply was short, and simple. That’s often how he dealt with people. He wasn’t much of a talker, and didn’t really have much to say usually. About the only person he really truly talked to was Aidan. Who would have ever thought that someone so quite would still be able to maintain Homecoming King status. Even with his lack of talking, and not drawing unnecessary attention to himself, he was one of the most popular guys in school. Not to mention one of the most good-looking. Kyler looked at the half drunken Gatorade, and grabbed it. It wouldn’t hurt to have a fresh one to start out the day. That one had been from yesterdays practice. It was his favorite drink.

The old, rusty door squeaked loudly as he pushed it open. With a sigh he looked to the clock, then slammed the door shut softly. As usually, the older gentlemen sat at the tables drinking coffee, and a young woman was behind the checkout counter. She offered a polite smile, along with ”Hey Colt,” as the bells on the door jingles. He waved slightly as he pushed through the door to the big cooler full of drinks. He grabbed a green tea, a red Gatorade, then turned toward the small section of food. He wasn’t exactly sure what “something light” meant, so he grabbed a cinnamon roll, and a cereal bar. He’d eat the one she didn’t want, or give it away one. Ky then made his way toward the counter to pay for the snacks. ”This is extremely healthy, who would’ve thought,” the girl said with a smile. Kyler nodded as he paid for his things. Again, he didn’t talk much, and some people found it rude. It wasn’t that he was trying to be. He was in a hurry anyways.

Steps were quick and light as he made his way to his truck. He climbed in gracefully, like always, and sped toward school. He parked his old clunker by Aidan’s car, and found her in her usual spot. Under the large tree. They usually met there in the morning before he faded into the group of popular kids. Aidan wasn’t much for them, so she refused to “blend in” with him. He laughed at it a bit, then opened the door, grabbing the snacks, and slinging the large bag over his shoulder. Eyes watched as he walked toward the outcast sitting under the tree. He could almost feel the glares, and hear the snickers, but he had gotten used to it.

With a smile he threw the his bag down in front of her, and sat down beside her. ”Good morning gorgeous. he said handing her the tea, then holding up the two snacks the brought. ”Pick one,” he said with a smile.

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she ¢σмρℓαιиє∂ about
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Bzzz. Bzzz.
That only meant one thing; New text message. In one swift moment the girl had her phone in her hands, fingers tapping away at the screen. A almost undetectable smile formed on her lips as she read through the short text message that was now viewed on the small touch screen. She didn't bother replying to the message received from the boy, instead she locked her phone and placed it into the pocket of her oversized cardigan. She didn't expect to get any other text messages that morning, after all he was really the only person who texted her with the rare exception of a wrong number, or her mother needing her home to babysit. Other than that she really didn't even need a phone. Unlike most teens her age, she could live life perfectly fine without a cellphone. Just another unneeded gift from her parents, she got a lot of those. She was an outcast, sure, but she most definitely had the money of your typical popular teenager. The only difference was she preferred the thrift store over the coach store, boots over stilettos, natural hair color over bleaching out her brain cells. Call her crazy, but she was completely content with everything she was, and everything she wasn't. She didn't need material things to make her happy, just her, her art, and her best friend. That's it.

Aidan's emerald gaze fell onto the face of the brunette haired boy that had found a spot beside her, making himself comfortable. The girl only smiled gently at his greeting, and although it seemed like such a small gesture in response to the gracious compliment, anyone who knew her even in the slightest could easily recognize that she was grateful. In contrast to the girl's usual seemingly monotone persona, a smile was a very good sign to say the least. Then again, it wasn't too hard to find some kind of a smile on her face when in the company of Kyler, even if barely visible. The green tea that she had asked for was then being pushed in her direction, and with a simple nod she took the bottle from his hands. "Cereal bar." She spoke in soft, even tone, claiming the small package as her own. She then didn't waste any time in reaching into her light brown pleather bag, rummaging for a moment until her fingers wrapped around the item of want. She pulled out the long, gray snake skin patterned wallet and 'click'-ed it open fetching exactly four dollars. In one movement she snapped the wallet shut again, placing it back into the bag where it belonged. Aidan then folded the few bucks,leaning over, closer to Kyler's side, before shoving the money into his pocket, slipping him a small smile, and a quick,soft peck on the cheek. It wasn't abnormal for her to do this, she did it all the time, just not so much in public. Friends could kiss friends on the cheek, nothing weird about that. Right?

There was no doubt that she could just feel the countless pairs of eyes on the two. It was normal for them to catch some kind of attention, but it wasn't as normal for them to have the attention of nearly everyone in his group of "friends". She was used to the cheerleader's envious, judging eyes, but today it was the guy's too, and they weren't looking at Kyler. Nope, it was just her. It couldn't have been the peck on the cheek, they had been staring at her before that even. She couldn't grasp what was so intriguing about her on this particular day. Aidan allowed herself to glance back at the group, only to confirm her uneasy feeling. There was no doubt that their eyes were fixed on her. Her eyes then shifted back to the boy seated beside her. He didn't seem to notice the spectacle that she had become. The girl carefully tore the wrapped of the cereal bar open peeling it over like a banana peel. She felt indifferent than usual, despite all the attention she was receiving. She took a small bite, chewing silently. "Any idea why your friends have taken a sudden interest in me? They've only been staring at me all morning." Aidan spoke as if she were talking about the weather or telling him about a movie she had recently seen. She was calm and continued to nibble at her breakfast bar only glancing to Kyler on occasion in between bites. After eating about half of the bar, she wrapped it back up shoving it into her light brown bag, then reaching for the bottle of green tea she had rested beside her. She uncapped the bottle taking down a good amount of the fluid inside with one drink. She awaited any kind of response from her friend patiently. She doubted that he knew of any reason why they'd be so tied onto her today, but asking wouldn't hurt.

xxx.