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Andromeda Fae Bearie

Andee was glad when Sierra relaxed. That meant things were going well. She gave the Queen a smile when she said she had misjudged her. Then, the mask Sierra wore was back. Ah, oh well. To be honest, Andee didn't know whether or not the pixie dust would work or not. "I'm not entirely sure if it would work. It might just make them lighter, or you could end up getting them to fly, and just like, barely hover over the ground while you danced....." She mused aloud.

Sierra was offering her help? Odd, she didn't expect a favor in return. "Ah...right now I think my grades are pretty good. I'm actually pretty smart, but it's like I lack common sense sometimes...." She admitted, a bit embarassed. She was also dramatic about loads of stuff, but that was just because it was a lot of fun. At least to her it was.

"Red 3, right? I'm in Red 5. Almost neighbors!" She stated with a smile. However, their talk was to be cut short. Sierra had class. Andee realized with a start that she did too. Physics. Easy! Basically she was being taught the laws of physics and gravity that her flying didn't fit into. Overall, it was pretty awesome. "See you later!" Andee said cheerfully as Sierra stated she needed to go. "Don't worry, I'll let Polly know about Bianca...That is, if I can find her. She disappeared a few minutes ago...." She said, mainly to herself.

Once Sierra was gone, she headed off in the opposite direction to the science labs. It was going to be an easy day. Maybe she could get ahold of some guy later and have some fun.

oooooooooooooA N D Y

oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S

Andy took the punches and watched as the hurt, emotional, Bianca ran from him. He took a deep breath and leaned back against the trunk of the tree. He couldn't run after her, and he couldn't stay there... She had friends in very high, and strong places. Any was confident in his running skills, but not confident in his fighting skills. The kid climbed down out of the tree slowly and as quietly as possible, he walked back towards the school. As he approached the green that lay between the woods and the school he paused. He could see Stetson... And Bianca... She was ratting him out! He whispered under his breath as he watched the scene unfold, in hiding.

"Little Rat b*****d."

Andy couldn't fight Stetson, he was tougher, that was clear and it definitely looked like the guy was gearing up for a fight. The kid put his hands in his pockets and as quietly as possible... He crept out of the woods and onto the green. Andy gave the two other character a very wide girth and pretended to not notice them, as if he had someplace very important to be.

He felt a bit guilty that Bianca had gotten hurt. He didn't mean to hurt her, Just to... Well kiss her. That's all he just wanted her heart, he didn't want any violence. The skinny Arab boy couldn't help himself he glanced back at Bianca, She was sitting on the ground, holding her head... CRAP. She hurt her head? If people thought he hit her or something... That would look really bad on him. But he couldn't just walk over there and say 'I'm sorry Bianca, are you all right?' NO. HE had to keep his head down and talk to her the next time she was alone. Andy didn't want to get beat up.

Bianca Aneira VonStumph

Bianca just sat there for a minute, looking at her knees. She felt all horrible inside, and wanted it to stop. She heard feet approaching, and hoped it wasn't Andy. That was one of the last things she needed at the moment. They came closer and closer, and she was waiting for something to happen.

Next thing she knew she heard Ayden's voice, yelling at Stetson. Then she looked up quickly. No! Ayden had hit Stetson. "Ayden! What the hell are you doing!" She said, upset that he would hurt Stetson for no reason. "Gawd, He didn't do anything to me! It wasn't him!" She yelled, standing up, pushing his arms away from her. Three, three guys had put their arms around her within the past fifteen minutes.

It was probably a stupid move, but she stepped in between the two, facing Ayden. "I was crying because I'm basically a big baby...alright?!" She confessed partly, her head throbbing. She absently brought her hand up to the cut. "No one really hurt me, I slipped while in a tree and hit my head....." She explained further, postponing the last part. "You owe Stetson a major apology. Andy Ends had kissed me, and this happened..." She said, pointing to her cut, "while I was trying to get away from him. So quit overreacting...." She said in a stern tone.

This was probably the first time she was truly upset with Ayden. There had been no need to hit Stetson, he had just done so because he assumed, and, she figured, because he was jealous. His actions earlier that day had already confirmed that he didn't really want her spending time with Stetson. Now he was just looking for any excuse to hate the guy. That frustrated Bianca immensely.





If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.

Stetson Schraeder

The King of Thieves



"Andy Ends did what?" Schraeder asked, his eyes widening and his tone slipping into a dangerous monotone. Schraeder gently touched Bianca's forehead, checking the extent of the damage. She seemed to be okay, but she had completely broken down and cried. This was a problem; if he didn't deal with Ends now, then he couldn't really be happy with himself.

And speaking of Andy, there the little b*****d was now. Schraeder could recognize that walk anywhere. That little rat had been a thorn for long enough. It was already a problem that people continually confused their stories and lumped them together, even teachers. Andy was also a cocky little s**t, for being such an underachieving womanizer, and too cowardly to stand up to anyone. Well, this time he wouldn't have a choice.

Unfortunately, the King was too focused on Andy, and before he could take a step after the interloper, he became suddenly aware of a hand on his shoulder mere seconds before a fist made contact with his face. Schraeder was sent reeling from the unexpected blow, almost falling to the ground - almost. It was everything he could do to keep from losing his balance, but a King would never be seen falling down to a loser like...Ayden?

Red. Red haze began to fill Schraeder's gaze, especially as he realized that his nose was spilling blood. His fingers twitched as he felt himself tensing, preparing the pummel Ayden into the dirt, the wall, the trees, anything. He would finally teach that pompous, prissy, disgusting little sycophant his place and -

Bianca stepped between them and began to tell Ayden off, effectively cutting off Schraeder's counterattack. Fuming, the King glared at Ayden over her head, but it was no use. He couldn't attack the boy in front of Bianca.

Prince Charming apologized to Schraeder, a fact that simply increased his rage. Did he honestly think a one-word apology would do anything but goad the King? To have struck him for no reason, then have the gall to think that he could put it behind him with a single word? Oh, the boy was done. Schraeder would destroy his entire life, given half a chance.

He stepped forward and put his arm around Bianca. "Don't worry about it, Ayden," he said, spitting the boy's name like it was a curse. "It was well under control before you showed up. Impulsive actions won't get us anywhere, and if there's anything you just demonstrated, it's that you've got all the self-restraint of a gorilla." Schraeder checked his nose; still bleeding heavily. "Come on, Bianca," he said, gently leading her away. "We'll both go to the nurse's, and then I'll go have a talk with Mr. Ends."

Bianca Aneira VonStumph

Bianca pushed Ayden's hand away from her face. She was still extremely ticked off with him. "You're not really sorry, Ayden....You were looking for an excuse to do something like that since this morning...." She said in a harsh tone. "You know you messed up, but deep down, you really aren't sorry...Are you?" She stated before he mentioned patching her up. "And, no, you don't have to beat up Andy.....I hit him in retaliation, but I think enough people have gotten hurt today...." Her, Stetson, and Andy...probably everyone in the school was hurt in some form or another and it pained her. Even those who didn't deserve it.

Bianca cast a glance over her shoulder at Stetson. Great, freakin great, his nose was bleeding. "Ayden....I hope your happy...I don't think an apology will fix that....with either of us..." She said, giving her Prince Charming a glare. It seemed Stetson's attitude was the same as he wrapped his arm around her and spoke to Ayden.

She let Stetson lead her away. As long as she was with him, she knew Ayden wouldn't get hurt by him. Regardless of how ticked off she was at Ayden, she knew that he had only meant well, but his actions led things down the wrong path. One she particularily would have wanted to avoid.

On the way to the nurse's office, Bianca grew worried. "Stetson....Please don't do anything to Ayden....I know he was being a total impulsive jerk, but......" She trailed off, unsure of what to say next. She bit her lip, trying to come up with something to say, but she couldn't. Instead, she looked up at him, and instanly felt bad all over again. She hadn't meant to get him hurt, and now his nose was bleeding badly. Suddenly she felt about an inch tall. She didn't deserve all this attention she was getting from boys all of a sudden. None at all. Not if it was causing all this trouble. She pulled off her long sleeved button up shirt and handed it to Stetson. She was wearing a t-shirt underneath it anyways. "Here....I already got blood on it from my head. So, it won't hurt it for you to wipe up your nose with it...." She offered, that way he could clean it up a little, maybe stop the bleeding.





If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.

oooooooooooooA N D Y

oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S

As Andy read he became more and more entranced in his book. It was so interesting so great. All he saw were the pages, he heard nothing... Until...

"Hey Andy!"

The sudden sound so near to him made the boy rip his eyes off of the page and look up to see a figure very very close to him. The boy sprang up and dropped the comic, running at top speed for the other side of the library. All of the windows here were bolted shut, he had to use the one doorway. Andy hadn't stopped long enough to see who the figure had been, he was to panicked. The voice was feminine but it could have been Ayden's... Andy ran past the desk and out into the hall not even pausing to think... There was only one safe place left and that was his room. There was a lock on the door and it was on the first floor. So TWO exits.

Andy kept running until he got to his room where he closed and locked the door behind himself. The kid drew the blinds and sat down on his bed... Trying to calm down. It was a defense mechanism. Run, just run from your problems and they can't catch you.

If Andy had any real sense he would have spend a moment or two longer looking at the figure that had startled him. But he was rather brash and a giant coward. Not that you could blame him, The boy grew up in constant fear, constant filth and constant Risk. He survived by running, it was in his blood.

"They will never catch me. I'm to smart for them."

That's what he told himself, he was to smart. Because smarts and speed were the same thing in his book. Stetson was trained in lock picking though... He could get in when Andy was asleep and beat the crap out of him... Andy felt his heart race and he moved to his on the floor by the window... He needed to chill the ******** out but he couldn't.

"Ayden....I hope your happy...I don't think an apology will fix that....with either of us..."

Those words stuck down deep. He actually wanted to go run and cry, but that would be a girly thing to do. Although, he did have the urge to punch Stetson in the face again, since he was turning this all around and making Bianca hate him. God, she really did hate him?

He watched as they walked away, feeling his breath turn short. He could kick Andy’s a**, but she didn’t want that, “Enough people had gotten hurt today….”. Why did he screw everything up? That was aimed fully at him, just to hurt him more. Well, he wasn’t going to deal with this.

Therefore, he went off, towards his room. Class was a waste of time anyways. He was sick of this darn school, he was sick of all this crap. All it did was screw up his life. He couldn’t model, he couldn’t see his sister, and apparently, he was screwing up his friendships. As he walked, he fumed, and slammed his door when he walked in. Everything he wanted to do today was screwed up.

Ayden hopped on his treadmill, repeating his vigorous exercise. First he ran. He ran until he couldn’t breathe, feet moving fast and sweat pouring down his face. With every step, he thought about how he screwed things up. There was no way he could fix this; it was too late. He kept running though, it was the medicine of the world, just run and run. It made you skinner, it made you happier, and it pushed all pesky people problems away. Just run all your problems away, that was his motto in life.

Finally, he couldn’t run no more. His legs felt like jelly, and his breathe was coming in short gasps. Therefore, he crawled off and sat down, feeling the sweat pour down his face. After a moment, he got up, and washed his face. Then after grabbing a rag, he walked towards his closet, looking for the one thing to cheer him up. It took a few moments, but he eventually found his keepsake box. He opened it quickly, and grabbed the first letter in there.

Dear Ayden,

I’m glad you love your school. After all these years you’ve talked about modeling and you’re really doing it, not just small town commercials and crap, but the real thing! It’s so exciting.

Sadly, Ayden wasn’t doing any of his dreams. He was faking them, faking everything. As far as his sister was concerned, he was living it up. In truth, life sucked.

Wow, Bianca sounds pretty chill, what is she there for? You made it sound like she isn’t a model, if she one of the photographers or something?

Ayden had lied, saying she was becoming a designer. The sound of that excited young Scarlett, saying she wanted to be the first to buy B’s clothes, Ayden thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

Well, I’m glad you’re actually making friends, for awhile I thought you would only be around Bridgett, and no offence, but she seems kinda bad. I don’t want you doing all the stuff you did back here, this is a new start. But whatever, I probably sound like Mom.

So, home. This is probably the only part you like huh? Emily won’t stop asking about you, she keeps crying, saying you left them and won’t write them. I swear, she was in love with you, it’s a pity you didn’t feel the same, I kind of like her. You should write her anyways, Mom and Dad are kinda sick of her knocking on our door all the time, asking how you are. She’s moved one step closer, asking for your number. You know, none of us have it, what is it? Oh well, to be frank, I prefer letters, more sincere. Mom and Dad are fighting a lot; I don’t know what’s with them. I actually started going to our fort in the woods. Remember how we used to play pirates there when we were little, I miss that. I miss a lot of things, when Mom and Dad fight, I don’t have anyone to run to. But, I’ll figure things out, don’t you worry. Well, all of South Carolina is missing you, nothing is the same without your glowing smile.

Love, your charming sister,
Scarlett
Ayden closed the letter, feeling the same sorrow and happiness he did whenever he read something from Scarlett. It only lasted a moment though, then his nagging problems came back and bothered him. He didn’t know how he’d fix things with Bianca, but he had to.

While, letting out a loud groan, he slammed down on his bed, and looked up at his twirling fan. He was slightly jealous of that fan; it had life so easy. Yet, life would never be easy for him,

ooooooooooooo S i e r r a

oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l

Boring. That was the only word she could use to describe the class. Boring boring boring. It was very very odd though since some of her classmates were missing. She wondered what had happened to make them skip.

After class ended, the teacher asked her to go and give the homework assignments to her missing classmates. Joyous. And by joyous, she meant annoying. Oh well, it could have been worse; she'd only been asked to give homework to Ayden. There was a little bit of time between the next class, so she decided to get it over with.

She walked calmly towards the boy's dormitories and easily found Ayden's room. She assumed that if he were sick, he'd have been sent back to his room to rest. She knocked three times to get his attention if he were inside. If he weren't, then she'd just slip the notes for class and homework under the door.

As she waited outside the door, she contemplated her feelings towards Ayden. It wasn't as though she held romantic feelings for him, but she did care for his well being. Perhaps she might have held some grudge against him because he was always with Bianca. During the rare times that she'd gotten a chance to be alone with him, they managed to have good conversations.

She also admired his passion towards becoming a model...even if it never came to be. That would change if she had her way. She'd actually gotten in contact with some business associates who were working on pamphlets for their upcoming grand opening of a new branch. Perhaps he might be interested in handing out a few pictures of himself? It wasn't modeling per say, but it was as close to it as she could get him. Keeping the school from finding out about his pictures might be difficult, but she'd find a way.