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"Maybe I'm rubbing off on you because i dont generally schedule anything. i mean i went to a university in Canada for awhile, and the only reason i went to class is because i really enjoyed it, i completely skipped the boring ones. Either that or you find my charms irresistable."

He laughed at himself just then, he knew he was charming, but he'd never actually tried to trick this girl into anything. Others girl he'd dated hd thought he was some god among men two weeks into the relationship, this girl though he just kinda wanted to keep talking to.

"I actually am proud of the way I am, but not the kind of proud that makes people like you, the kind that makes people dislike you. Besides that, as lead singer of your band your more of a frontman than a hard worker anyways, its uncharacteristic of a lead singer to work hard. Almost as it is uncharacteristic of a drummer."

Nich laughed and enjoyed a flashback for a moment of him and the lead singer of his band in high school cruisin around town throwing mini powdered doughnuts at pedestrians instead of practicing.

Nich chuckled... and thought back to his own mom.

"You should count yourself lucky, my mum is crazy. Like literally, i geuss it runs in our family and itll probably hapen to me too one day, but honestly its pretty well impossible to even have conversations with her much less expecting her to remember how to work a phone. Dont even get me started on cell phones."

Nich pulled his phone out, it was one of those free ones that came with the plans. The school stamp was on the back of it because they wanted him to have contact information.

"it came from the school, i wrote '******** off' in the contact information section of the registration... that got me some looks. Now it justs sits turned off in my pocket. i think this is quite possibly the least convenient thing in the world, and i have no clue why i would want to be contactable all the time."

He shoved it back into his pocket and chuckled

"So whatd your mum want?"

↑.:. Abigail .:.↑

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Abby shrugged, a bit embarrassed at being caught like that. She looked around for her bag, but it was all the way around the other side of the room, and she didn't want to leave his arms to go get it. She just smiled, thinking of how it had worked for just a little while. She might just be able to do what she wanted to.

But she could see, by the way he was listening to the music, that he wanted to dance, and she smiled and got out of his lap, knowing that she was the only reason that he wasn't doing so. Her hair was a bit sweaty, seeing as how she'd been dancing for a while now, and she put it up in a bun before she went over to her bag to get her pad.

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Nich smiled over at her as they crossed into the trees. the underbrush wasnt thick because of the sub-tropical environment. He felt the dirt and rocks scrape on the bottom of his severely hard skinned feet.

"Thats cool i geuss, i never really had someone to check on me. My mum and dad just sorta gave up the parent thing when i turned like 13. Its wierd, but im pretty self-sufficient."

Nich hopped over a fallen tree with ease, dirtying his pants a little in the process and held his hand over for Emily to grab onto.

"You have a choice, we cna go and climb the small mountain, or we can go to the stream. theyre both about a kilometre away, but when we get to the mountain its also a kilometre up it."

He thought about turning his cellphone back on just because he didnt get reception here, thn he could make the people at the office happy.

Nich laughed and looked back at her as they walked. he knew where he was going well, wven though he made some weird turns to avoid ravines.

"Im gonna tell you a tory Emily. Do you know what its like to be chased by the cops attacked by a dog, and jumped all in one night? because i do, and if my parents had checked on me more i may not have."

he lifted up his hand and showed her a large car across his knuckles.

"Thats where i punched the first one. I got him in the mouth so my knuckles got infected and when i woke up completely hung over i had to cut my knuckles open because the ******** had somethin in his spit that got it infected. After i tried to get the blackened flesh off i went to the hospital and they told me that i probably shouldve lost two fingers, but thanks to a combination of intoxicated self-surgery and XYY syndrome i didnt. Just saying, you probably woulda lost the fingers, so whats worse? Your mom buggin ya, or missing your fingers?"

He asked the final question in a comic light in order to keep the mood up after his somber story. He did find it a little funny. At the time it had been a travesty, but every bit of trouble he got into was a funny story later... in his mind anyways. For the people that cared about him he was a walking threat to his own life.

((Man so all my room-mates left for the weeknd to Ottawa but im poor so i couldnt go. ironically im havin a great time playing bongos along with the grateful dead, and my mood is inches from ecstatic right now ))

Nich stopped and grabbed her shoulder to stop her too. he put his one hadn on her shoulder and sighed.

"Look i was trying to teach you that having good parents is important not make you sad. now there two ways you can handle this.."

he thought for a moment what choices to give her. He didnt exactly know what to do, he hated crying girls, and from the weakness in her voice she was really close. he never knew what to do, but he always felt obligated, some kind of deep-seated chivalry he probably had forced into his head from king arthur stories as a kid or something.

"You can tell me to ******** off when i ask if you want to talk about it, or you can talk to me abour it. One way i tell you some sappy thing i dont really mean, and try and cracka joke to cheer you up. The other i may just have some insightful input and you can maybe look at things in a new light, but worst case in this scenario i actually connect on some level deeper than idiot commentsd and you made a new friend thats more than an aqcuaintance."

Nic let go of her and stepped back a bit.

"Im not a big fan of either one because i try and completely avoisd emotion as much as i can, but its too late now... So what happened Emily?"

↑.:. Abigail .:.↑

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Abby was whirled around again, and she couldn't keep the smile off of her face. It was like the communication barrier didn't matter to him, and he could be happy with her anyway. It was odd, seeing as how she had always thought that she would never meet someone like that. But she was rapidly becoming used to it.

She grinned when he wanted to dance with her, and she stepped out of his arms, trying to think of something in ballet she could show him that was half as impressive as what he did was. Her eyes lit when she thought of something, and she twirled, moved, glided, and showed him what she'd been doing before he came in.

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