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Post by Alaska Collins on Nov 1, 2013 22:50:47 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows as he reaches for my hand to fiddle with my fingers before offering to be my friend. Well. That was blunt. But.. it wasn't like I had to decipher Vee's meaning or worry that he was jsut trying to look cool or funny in front of someone- there was no one else here. "Okay." I mumble happily, nodding a bit. I grin as he mentions shopping and I reach out to flip his blonde hair playfully.
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Post by Amissio Despero on Nov 1, 2013 23:33:39 GMT -5
Vee grinned at her. "Awesome. I've been lonely too lately.." He admitted guiltily after a moment, sticking his tongue out as she flipped his hair.
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Post by Alaska Collins on Nov 2, 2013 18:25:03 GMT -5
"Me too." I reply softly, nodding. A soft giggle escapes me as he sticks out his tongue at me before I move my legs so that I'm sitting criss cross across from him. "What grade are you in?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at Vee curiously. I hadn't seen him around before, so he apparently wasn't in any of ym classes, and I didn't think he was in my grade. "I'm a Junior." I add, smiling over at him.
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Post by Amissio Despero on Nov 3, 2013 2:33:13 GMT -5
"I'm a Junior too," He murmured with a smile, words a lazy drawal. "Only been at this school a few weeks." And he only planned on staying because he had a place to call home for now.
"My mum and dad left London on vacation with me one year 'n, well...I woke up without them one morning. They up and went home, left me alone... I was thrown in the foster sustem until I ran away. I'd spend a few days at a time at houses, within a school for just a little while. Think I have a good home now though."
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Post by Alaska Collins on Nov 3, 2013 15:18:31 GMT -5
I nod a bit, raising my eyebrows as he retold his story. "My... uh, my mom was killed in a car accident.." I mumble, trailing off as I look down. I didn't want to go on that I didn't know where my father was, or that I was currently living with my aunt- no one at this school knew that, and I wanted to keep it that way. I didn't want pity, the tears, the hugs, or -probably- the whispers about what happened to him.
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Post by Amissio Despero on Nov 3, 2013 17:16:38 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry." Amissio's brows furrowed apologetically. "Growing up is tough," He breathed, then sat up with a grunt. "C'mon, let's ditch this place and go do something," He insisted.
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