Xqulth: Well, thank you to my TWO reviewers, it's nice to know that I already have some people hooked.

Avery: Really? I'm surprised you have any…

X: SHUT IT!

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When your only friends are hotel rooms
Hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around I would tonight

I was sitting in the small downtown café called "The Blackbird Café" listening to my Ipod and reading Bram Stoker's Dracula. Anberlin's Paper Thin Hymn was blaring in my ears as I tried to ignore the Casey Posse and get up the motivation to do my Pre-Cal homework. A new employee, Kaylee, I think her name is brought my tea and sandwich over; I glanced up and nodded, "Thanks." Tipping her I looked back down at my book and put my bookmark in its place.

These roads never seemed so long
Since your paper heart stopped beating leaving me suddenly alone
Will daybreak ever come?

While doing my Pre-Cal homework, I saw someone sit down across from me out of the corner of my eye. I glanced up and saw a guy with short/long, slightly curly brown hair. From my angle, he had deep brown eyes. It looked like he was ordering something. I sighed and pulled out one ear bud and turned down my music. He looked over at me and I leaned against the back of the booth, sitting Indian-style. I raised an eyebrow at him, "I wouldn't sit there if I were you." I warned him quietly.

He looked at me confused, "Why is that?" His voice had a thick British accent that would make any girl swoon.

I chuckled, "Fine, let me rephrase, if you want to be called a freak and permanently labeled nerd, then go ahead, be my guest, stay seated."

Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands

He cocked his head to one side, "You don't look like a freak," he said, then added, "Or a nerd for that matter." I laughed,

"I wasn't always." Of course, this moment couldn't last. I heard Casey's voice before I saw her body. Her and her posse of ice bitches came behind her like a mile wide path of destruction.

"Hey, why don't you come over here with us?" She said with sickly sweet venom in her voice. The guy looked at me waiting to respond.

"She's talking to you." I muttered, just audible. He looked confused, I repeated myself a bit louder and he nodded. I expected him to swagger over to her and start flirting horrendously but he didn't. He just stayed where he was and started eating his food. I looked at him with an extremely puzzled look on my face, "Why aren't you leaving?"

He glanced up, "You want me to leave?"

I stared at him, "It's not that I want you to leave, but Casey wants you to go over there. Usually when it comes to guys, Casey gets what Casey wants." He looked over his shoulder at Casey and shrugged,

"I'm quite content here thanks very much." I'm sure at this point my eyes were as wide as saucers and I blinked. Looking back down at my Pre-Cal homework, I rubbed my temples; I was getting a headache between this mysterious guy and this stupid math.

I thought you said forever
(Over and over)
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

These thoughts run through my head
(Over and over)
Complaints of violins become my only friends

He looked up at me, "Is it that hard?" I looked up at him with a glare and slammed my book shut. Shoving it into my bag, I repositioned my leg that was falling asleep due to lack of blood flow.

"Yes, it is Pre-Cal and it shall kill me." He chuckled and I cocked my head to one side as I studied him. His black leather jacket was hanging on the chair behind him and he was wearing a tightish black shirt. The brown mop of hair on his head was disheveled like he just woke up. All in all, he was cute. Well, okay, I'll admit, more than cute, he was hot and cute at the same time which is really hard to come by in any guy as of late.

August evenings
Bring solemn warnings
To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight

You never know what temporal days may bring
Laugh, love, live free and sing
When life is in discord
Praise ye the Lord

At this point, Casey had to be pissed if she was walking over towards us with this huge sneer on her face, it looked odd on her face, like someone who really didn't mean it. All the time that I had known her, her sneers towards me never seemed genuine, like she still secretly trusted me. Maybe I was just paranoid, which is quiet possible when people are trying to kill you every day. The thought of me being paranoid brought a ghost of a smile to my face. Casey came up behind the guy and put her arms around his neck like she knew him.

"You should come join us, no sense wasting time on this freak, yea?" She said with the same sickly sweet venom as before. I just glanced down at my half eaten sandwich and took a bite out of it, waiting for him to get up. Most do.

"No, I think I'll stay right here." He said with a similar tone she was using. I watched from under my eyelashes. This seriously couldn't be happening, he was actually telling her no. He was turning her down. Was he sane? No guy does this, and I mean no guy, not even the brave ones. I looked up at him,

"You don't have to stay, you won't hurt my feelings if go with her." I said with a sad smile and added quietly, "It never does." He cocked his head to the side again, a movement that actually seemed to fit him, and then looked at Casey.

Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands

I thought you said forever
(Over and over)
This sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

"Once again, I'll stay here, thanks." He said, forcing a polite tone and I bit back a laugh and smile. Who was this guy? He's bloody brilliant…did I seriously just think that? I'm thinking in a British accent, oh god. I groaned and realized that he heard me. He had a puzzled look on his face.

"I'm thinking in a British accent thanks to you." I said accusingly,

"Me?" He said like he couldn't believe it, "How could I make you think in a British accent?" I laughed,

"You know, I never caught your name."

"I didn't catch yours." He countered,

"Touché." I said then added, "What is your name tough?"

"Griffin." He said with a slight smile, "Now, what is yours?"

"Avery." I told him, now that I saw his eyes better, they looked like molten honey. He glanced around,

"So, what's her deal? You two looked like you could be best friends."

"We used to be." I left it at that. Glancing up from my sandwich, I asked, "Are you any good at Pre-Cal?"

"Good?" He said with an arrogant smirk, "I'm bloody brilliant." I laughed and smiled a smile that reached the corner of my eyes. He slid onto my side of the booth and I took out my book, singing under my breath,

"These thoughts run through my head
(Over and over)
Complaints of violins become my only friends

I thought you said forever
(Over and over)
The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion"

He looked over at me curiously, "What are you listening to?"

I glanced up at him, "Paper Thin Hymn by Anberlin, good band." He looked surprised, "What?" I asked, "I'm not allowed to listen to good music?"

"Not many people I know, actually know of Anberlin let alone listen to them or know the words, that's all." He said. I smiled and for the next two hours he sat there explaining the simplicities of Pre-Calculus and why I was failing at the problems.

These thoughts run through my head
(Over and over)
Complaints of violins become my only friends

I thought you said forever
(Over and over)

After I had gotten home with my finished and actually correct and understood Pre-Cal homework, I went to go sit out on my fire escape. It happened to be right next to my window so it was easy for me to escape into the cool night air of Chicago. Sitting in my hammock that I had set up to escape my Aunt, I listened to my Ipod once again, and quietly sang Anberlin's Feel Good Drag to myself as I read. My thoughts, however, had other plans and kept turning back to Griffin. I was pulled from said thoughts rather rudely when someone dropped to the metal next to me. Startled, I sat up and looked over, ready to punch the person in the face, only to see Griffin. I blinked, "Are you stalking me or something?" I asked rather freaked out at the moment.

"No, I heard you singing from the fire escape above and thought I'd drop by and see how things were going."

"I saw you what? Fifteen minutes ago?"

"So?" He said, "Your point is what exactly?"

"You're creepy." I said, "I hope you know that." He shrugged and I continued, "Why were you on the fire escape above me?"

"My uncle and I just moved in, he's helping me through college." I nodded and felt my heart sink; the scary part was I had no clue why. Feeling the hammock sink a little I saw him sitting down next to me. We sat in silence and watched the night sky until he left because it was too cold for him. Even after he left my fire escape, he didn't leave my thoughts until my mind sunk into a dreamless sleep.

These thoughts run through my head

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Xqulth: hate it? Love it? Review my friends! Fuel the fire that is my mind. Any flames will be read, considered, and then used to make a bonfire for smores and banana boats.

Avery: Yea food!

Griffin: Why am I here?

X: Because you're my muse…again…*evil laugh here* REVIEW!