Stars in the Sky [Nate]

[Marae Hanna Velodywn]

In Marae's opinion, night time was the best time to take a trip to the park. It was the least crowded time to be there, which filled the air with far less noise then usual. She loved being able to hear the sounds of crickets and bunnies hopping around in the bushes. It made the world we live in today seem better, like all the sorrows didn't exist. Marae couldn't think of a better use of time then to go to the park during the nights she couldn't sleep. It was so much nicer then be crammed up in her room with the broken window. Out here she could get fresh air, and who doesn't appreciate fresh air?

Marae let out a peaceful sigh as she walked through the park with her fluffy pink blanket and hard cover book held close to her chest in her arms. She was looking for a different spot to sit down then her usual place underneath an old oak tree. She felt like mixing things up a little. As her father always said, It's the little things we change in our day to day lives that make for the most happiest in the morning after. Other then a few amazing hair stylists, Marae's dad could be considered her hero. He knew just what to say at every moment no matter what you could lay on the table, and he always supported every crazy dream Marae had ever had. Even during her darker times when she tried an illegal thing or two, he still didn't judge her. He, instead, gave her a few words of wisdom to pull her through. She only wished her mother could have been just as supportive.

Marae shook her head. This wasn't the time to think of such things. She was in an amazing, peaceful place, and she wasn't going to dis-honor it's vibe with her negative energy. That would be cruel of her.

A bird that should have been sleeping made a chirp. She scanned around, and she found the little tan bird in the middle of what was usually the baseball field. Wondering what the bird was doing there, she walked over to it, only to scare it off. Marae frowned, but she knew it was unlikely that the bird was going to be her new friend.

Deciding to settle, Marae laid her pink, fluffy blanket down in the middle of the baseball field where the bird was. The little creature obviously thought this was a nice spot for some reason, so she thought she'd give it a try. She set her book down, and laid there for a moment, soaking in the beauty of the stars in the night sky above her. Today was totally a perfect night to be out here. There were more stars then she could even count.

After a few minutes, Marae sat up and picked up her book. She pulled her book-light out of her light purple sweater and opened her book to the page she was on before attaching it to the back of her hard-covered fairy book. Her light was a clip, then the spring, and then the shape of a cute little green frog where the light bulb was. She had plenty of book lights, but this one was her favorite. Her first crush from when she was around ten years old had given it to her as a birthday gift. She loved how it reminded her of her youth, and how innocent she perceived the world to be those days. The kids may have been cruel, but the rest of the world was full of possibilities. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to go back, though she doubted she would bother changed anything.

When Marae was younger, she was often teased for being a little different then the rest of the kids. She was always wearing way to much pink and listening to rock music her dad played in the car as a daily thing. Kids also loved to harp on her for her hair seeing as how she cut it and styled it herself. Back in those days, she wasn't nearly as talented as she was now. It made her believe the boy who gave her the book light was forced to by his parents or something of the sort. Some days she swore she could have been mistaken for a poodle when she got a hold of her mother's curling iron. Her mother never wanted to let her go to school looking as she did, but her father insisted expressing herself at an early age was good for development. Her mother still blamed her father for her odd looks today.

Thinking about her past made Marae smile and laugh to herself. Come to think of it, she really didn't find her current self much different from her ten year old self. Sure, her hair was much better, she was smarter, and a whole lot less innocent, but she still felt she was the same. Her dreams hadn't changed nor did her fashion sense. Well, now she could also tell the difference between most of the people faking being her friend and those who actually were. In those situations sometimes she considered her knowledge and memory a curse, because a lot of people, specifically boys, liked to use her to get test answers and try to get her to do her homework. She was getting better at now falling for any tall, handsome guy pretending to hit on her though. She had made a goal to no longer be naive when guys were involved.

Marae coughed, and she heard something made a clink against the fence. She assumed it was just an animal passing through. There really wasn't another explanation for it, seeing as she was all alone.

Looking down at her book, Marae finally ended her long train of thought and began to read.

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[Nathan "Nate" Jameson]

Nate shrugged on his leather jacket and slipped out the second story window of his house. He liked his new family, loved the actually, but some nights it just was not enough for him to sleep. This was one of those nights. He his car in neutral and pushed it out of the parking lot to down the block. His baby made a very distinctive rumble as is turned on. He could not risk his new parents hear him sneak out and decide that he was too much trouble to keep around and send him and his brother packing. He knew the better option would be just to stay home, but he was going a little bit crazy sitting in his room. He tried playing his guitar and writing songs, and he had tried reading, yes he did read. Quite a lot. He wasn't an idiot, despite what so many people in his life have told him. He just didn't care much a bout school. It mattered more to him that his little brother was going to be ok.

He hopped into the car and fired it up and started driving away as he closed the door and put his seat belt on. His little brother would literally kill him if her got into an accident without the thing on. That much he was certain of. He rolled down the drivers side window, and waited until he had to stop at a stoplight to roll down the passenger side. It was cool outside but not cold. He like the air whipping through his car.

He turned on his music, though an mp3 player converter for the cassette tape slot. Though, he really didn't need it, most of the music he listened to had once been on a cassette tape. Of course, he liked some new music too. Like the Buckcherry song "Crazy Bitch" blasting through his speakers. He liked music, all kinds of music. He downright studied it, but he didn't listen to much variety for fun. For fun it was classic rock, and alternative music. He kicked the car back into park as he reached the park. Maybe a walk would help him clear his mind. He cut the power, pulled his keys out and rolled his windows up.

Nate pulled his Mp3 player out of the stereo, and placed it into the glove compartment, pulled the stereo out of the console, and shoved it underneath the drivers seat. He made sure all the locks were locked, put his keys into his inside jacket pocket and slammed the door shut with a squeal. It was L.A. after all. The crime rate in this place was extremely high, he didn't need anyone breaking into his car for the stereo or something. Some people considered him paranoiod but he's gotten the shit beaten out of him for the change in his pocket before. Now that he had nice things he knew that he was just a bigger target.

He stepped into the park, easily throwing himself over the fence. He has always been good at hopping fences. Not a skill he was proud of, but a skill nonetheless. He walked a little bit before seeing something bright and pink. The protective side in him flared up when he recognized the girl. She went to Hollywood Arts, he knew that much. She was a bit quirky and kind of cute, despite the pink hair. The girl wasn't exactly someone he would bet on in a fight, however.

"You know the city isn't particularly safe at night." He told her, shoving his hands into his pockets, and hope she recognized him from school. He didn't want her to think he was trying to come onto her, or rape her, or mug her or something. He knew the mugging bit was where his mind would go first if someone approached him randomly at night trying to sound friendly. "I'm Nate. We go to Hollywood Arts together." He could slap himself on the forehead. That sounded even creepier. Yes. Good move Nathan. Good move.

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[Marae Hanna Velodywn]

Marae let out a high pitched eep and practically threw her book at the random strange her approached her and started speaking. She wasn’t used to anyone being out here this late, and he sort of freaked her out. Even if someone was out here this late, why would they bother to approach her? Did he think she had money on her? Was he going to tie her up, drag her to his car, put her in the back of her car, and then cook her over a burning hot fire alive? She certainly hoped now. She scooted back a little on her pink, fluffy blanket.

“Why would the city be safe with people like you going around, stalking innocent little girls like me?”

Okay, well she wasn’t little, but she was trying not to be as trusting as a little girl. She squinted, and picked up her book to flash the book light in his direction so she could manage to see him a little bit better. When he spoke about going to Hollywood Arts, it triggered a memory. She may had seen this guy around in the hallways once or twice. Wait, she was certain now. She had stolen a pencil off his desk before when he was talking to someone next to him. She let out a giggle, not realizing she had done it loud enough for him to hear her. Then, the day after that, she had stolen his pen. The day after that she took an eraser, and the day after that, she took his hole damn pencil case. It wasn’t as if she was a kleptomaniac or anything like that, she was dared by her friends who thought it would be funny to try and steal from the so called bad boy. People even bet on the innocent, saying he would might beat her up. It was all just gossip though, and she hadn’t stolen anything from him in quite a while. She wondered if he had ever figured out it was her.

“I’m going to let you know ahead of time that just because you offer me candy does not mean I’m getting in a car and going home with you so you can lock me in the basement and do creepy things to a little girl like me.”[/b]

Now she was just messing with him. She wasn’t trying to be rude, she was just having a little fun. After all, unless it came to the subject of hair, Marae was as friendly as a Disney movie. And this guy did not have bad hair by far. So, there was nothing to hate on. In fact, he had the type of hair that makes you wonder if it feels as soft and feathery as it looked. Okay, and now she was being the creepy one. She couldn’t help it though, Marae just really loved hair.

Marae was kind of wondering what he was even doing here. It was pretty late, and although she wasn’t particularly scared, there probably were a lot of bad people around this town. Nate, however, probably didn’t have anything to worry about. He looked like he would pull out a knife faster then anyone could rob him. That was just her impression of him though. She could be wrong. For all she knew he had eight pet bunnies all with “Mr.” starting their names off. She met a guy like that once, and it amused her. She dumped him when he wouldn’t give her a bunny though, because he was claiming she was going to dye it pink or something like that. As if she’d ever do that…. Okay, well maybe just a streak or two.

“Oh, and Nate? My name’s Marae, so know that it’s unique enough for people to remember if it just so happens to get printed out on a missing person’s flyer. And don’t forget, my hair’s a pretty memorable thing too if it’s a colored flyer.”

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[Nathan "Nate" Jameson]

"I'm not stalking you. I just, went for a drive, ended up in the park and saw something bright pink in the distance. I came to check it out and here was some chick in the middle of a park in L.A. in the middle of the night." He said. "You do realize the crime rate is like ridiculously high here right?"

Yup. He really should have just ignored the girl and walked away. It would have been much easier. Though, if the girl did end up murdered or something he probably would not have been able to get over that. Sometimes he cursed his soft side. It wasn't that he really cared about the girl in particular, it was that he cared about people. Aiden was always telling him he would be a great cop. Nate didn't think so. Putting on a uniform every day and catching crooks really wasn't his thing. Especially when half of them would be kids he knew from the orphanage, or the streets, then another large percentage would be doing it to keep the people they loved alive.

He wondered if he would have brought Aiden with him it would have lessened the awkwardness of this situation. Probably would have made it worse. She would assume he was some freaky child molester or something. This girl seemed to be the right amount of paranoid, but not the right amount observant to be out this late at night. He got way too close before she actually noticed him. If he really wanted to hurt her it would have been over by now. He wouldn't even have needed to say anything to her, just taken what he wanted and left without much of a fight. Honestly she did not look like much, especially if the person mugging her was armed. He rolled his ankle, feeling the knife in his boot. There was one inside his coat too. It was precaution. This town was dangerous, and if someone tried to hurt Aiden, or someone else he cared for he didn't want to have to sit back and watch because he didn't have anything to fight with.

"Well that's good. My little brother ate all of my candy anyways so I have nothing to offer." He joked a little. That probably came off wrong. God dammit Nathan so not your night. He should really just shut his mouth and walk away, but he hasn't had a real conversation with anyone outside of his family in ages. He doubted this counted as a real conversation but he could try couldn't he? He just had to make it sound like he wasn't some kidnapper, rapist. Yea, that shouldn't be too difficult if he stopped trying to be funny. Of course, he was nervous. Nervousness tended to result in wither cockiness or word vomit. This late at night it seemed like word vomit was winning. He ran a hand through his hair.

"Well it's good to know you've thought out what your missing person's flier will look like. Lucky for you, you are pretty memorable, though I doubt a missing person's flier would do you any good. The damage would likely be already done bu the time they went up." Nate said. Despite sounding creepy he knew he had a point. Cops had to wait twenty four, or was it forty eight, hours before they could take a missing person's report seriously. He thought it was reduced if they were really young, but this girl was high school aged so he doubted it would be put on the top of the list. Not to mention she was a little different. Girls like her ran away all the time to party, or to rebel, and ended up slinking back home a few day later and get grounded.

"Me, I'm not so memorable, so if you decide to pull out some ninja moved and fuck my shit up, refrain from hurting the face? Cuz I look like a whole ner person all bruised and bloodied. Besides without the money maker I don't exactly have any stand out qualities." He said with a grin, hopefully getting across that he was joking, and not a creepy stalker weirdo with a shrine in her name in his closet. Though, as pretty as she was he was sure that kid Sinjin had one of her right next to that other girl, Jade he thought her name was.

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[Marae Hanna Velodywn]

With the next couple sentences the spewed out of his mouth, Marae was wondering if she should call the cops of something like that. She wasn't entirely sure if he was joking, or if he was dead serious about the hole thing at the moment. His face was hard to read. Or, maybe it was just that she wasn't the best at reading faces. Marae tried to shake off the feeling, unconsciously moving her hand closer to her pocket with every word he spoke to grab for her cell phone with the bell charm hanging off of it. When she got to close, the bell jingled, and she quickly pulled her hand away. If he wasn't a murdered, she was certainly going to come off as rude for that.

"Awh, come on, you can't tell me you never thought about what would happen if you were to go missing the next day?"

Surprising to her, Marae actually let out a laugh at his last few sentences. That was a good sign, it put her more at ease. He really was just a teenage boy after all, how much damage couple he do before she could run away? She looked down at her pink, manicured nails. They were long enough to do some damage against a teenage boy if it ever came down to it. It freaked her out that she even had to think about this whole subject though.

"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have any ninja moves."

Marae realized that wasn't exactly a good thing to say if he were to be a creep. Then she'd most likely be wanting him to think things like that.

"But my karate does not disappoint," she quickly threw in as an obvious lie to make herself sound more threatening.

It really was a bad lie. She was about as threatening as a pink unicorn in a bunny costume when it came to fighting. She was bad at it, and really had no idea what to do in those situations. She'd probably resort to slapping a wailing her arms. She would look so incredibly stupid if she ever manage to find herself in the middle of a school fight. It reminded her to try not to insult anyone's hair during the next couple of days.

"You better protect that face of yours then. If you were kidnapped and came back in one piece, you wouldn't want your girlie-friends to cry over the monstrosity that would be your beaten face."

She gave him a half smile so he knew she was mostly joking.

Surprising enough to her, she started laughing at his last couple sentences. If this dude turned out to be normal, she wondered how he treated his girlfriends when they wanted to escape at night without him. With his looks, he probably dated some bad-asses. He wondered if they ever got annoyed with his protective, nosy trait.

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[Nathan "Nate" Jameson]

"Oh I've thought about it." He said. He never really found about getting found. He always worried what would happen to Aiden. Or where his father would take him to beat the life out of him when he got out of prison. Ten years and thirty seven days. A number he tried to forget, but couldn't seem to quite get out of his head. He had to make sure he and Aiden were good and protected by then because he was positive his old man would find them and get his revenge. He really didn't like to think that way but it was one of his deepest fears. Would Aiden be ok without him? He was sure he would now that he had Dahlia and Crystal, but even a few months ago he had not been so sure about his brother's well being. The orphanage had been a rough and tumble kind of place. The streets had been worse. Especially around here some of them could get nasty.

"Oh right, Pinky, you look oh-so threatening. Do you even at least have some freaking pepper spray on you? You are in L.A. in the middle of a park. We could walk half a block and some druggie would be shooting up." He asked. He really should not be so worried about some random girl's safety especially not some girl he just met. He had something his father never did. The need to protect people. It started with his brother. He needed to keep him safe from the monster their father had become. It slowly just became a part of him. It really put a damper on his bad-boy reputation. He kind of liked the rep. It prevented random people from messing with him, and more importantly his brother, in school. He didn't want to get himself kicked out for fighting, so the reputation was good to keep anyone who wanted to bully Aiden away. He was a tough guy, and could hold his own if a fight, he has in the past, but he prefers not to when he can get out of it.

"Sorry to disappoint in the stereotype there but there wouldn't be any girls crying over my monstrous face." he said with a shrug. "I've not really dated since..." He cut himself off. Jessie. A pretty girl with black hair that had bright green tips and jade green eyes. It was shaved off on one side of her head because of a medical procedure when he met her. She lived at the same orphanage with him and Aiden.

The girl died in the hospital a few months after they started dating. She had some sort of disease that attacked her brain. She went from being a strong beautiful girl to losing more and more of herself. He noticed the differences when she started changing. Slowly she turned into a frail, sad, beautiful, but insane girl he still loved even when she died. He had been at the hospital with her when her heart rate went flat.

It's been some time since then, and he has gotten over the girl's death. He had a few flings, but finds it difficult to become serious with a girl since then. "Well it's been a while since I've been in a relationship." He corrected.

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[Marae Hanna Velodywn]

"No, but I have my nails. I'm pretty sure if I dug them into someone's neck, they would bleed," Marae responded, feeling weird even thinking about such a thing.

Marae thought about it deeply. She never actually thought about carrying a weapon around with her. Ever. But it sounded like a pretty fantastic idea. Hmmm, you learn something new every day. Tomorrow she was going to make sure to pick up pepper spray or a knife or some sort of weapon. Not for at school, just for her late night adventures. It could come in handy. She never really got cornered by any freak, but she supposed they could be a first time for everything.

A weird vibe was coming from the guy when the topic of relationships came up. He really didn't know what could be so terrible about, but she decided not to dig. It would be very rude of her. Still, on the plus side, she no longer was thinking of him as a psycho murder and she put her guard down. He really was just a concerned guy. Now she felt bad about taking all of his writing utensils.

Marae stood up and pulled a bunch of pens and pencils out of her back pocket and walked over to the guy who was really only a few feet away. It was actual a hilarious coincidence that really weirded her out that she had them on her. She always carried pens and pencils, it was just strange that she had his on her at this very moment. She held them out towards him.

"Here.... I, uh, found these.... On your desk."

Now Marae was certain he knew that she knew exactly who he was when it came to him going to her school. She wasn't sure she really wanted him to know she recognized him, because then he'd know that she'd wondered if he was a criminal at school. And now he knew she'd stolen from him. The pink-haired wonder was half-way waiting for him to smack her across the face or something like that. She squinted her eyes, and turned her face the other way, making it obvious that she was awaiting some damage.

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[Nathan "Nate" Jameson]

"Nails to the neck hurt, but not as bad as pepper spray to the face." He said with a shrug. "You'd have a better chance of escaping when someone his attempting to clear his or her eyes." Nate said with a shrug.

He watched her curiously as she went into her things, and brought out a stack of his pencils and pens. Correction, his brother pencils and pens that he thought he had misplaces. He had thought Aiden was going to stab him in the neck for that. He sighed, taking his things back and shoving them into his empty inside pocket of his coat. Guess he'd have an explanation for Aiden now. The nasty little thief.

"You're a Senior, aren't you?" He asked, exasperated. "When did you even have access to my desk?" He said, confused. He wouldn't normally be angry about this sort of thing, and he wasn't angry but he had gotten a lot of grief from Aiden over it.

"And wait a second now, you knew who I was and you still thought I'd mug you or something?" He asked, a little offended. He really was not the guy the rumors made him out to be. He hung out with his kid brother most of the time, and only fought to defend himself or people he cared about. He didn't steal or anything, anymore. Not now that Dahlia and Crystal provided them with everything they could even think of needing. So he had a bit of a police record, that certainly didn't make him a bad guy. Or did it. He knew he did a lot of things some people would consider evil at least amoral. He could not help what life had handed him at the time. He did what he needed to do to keep the shambles of his family safe.

Sure, there was a short time where he made a lot of wrong choices, but he got through that. He had thought he had paid for his misdeeds, but apparently it was not enough to keep the gossip mongers at their school busy.

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[Marae Hanna Velodywn]

"I suppose you're right," she said, agreeing with him about the nails to the face thing.

Suddenly, she felt really, really bad. He seemed very unhappy with her about the whole pencils and pens situations but she assuming it wasn't just her own assumptions about his mood and that she really was right. Stealing pencils and pens was a childish, dumb thing to do.

"I-I may have flunked a class..." Marae admitted.

Great, now he new she was stupid too. She had actually been sitting not far behind him, and she was surprised he hadn't noticed her there. He seemed even more angry about the fact that she new who he was.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay... I'll just leave you alone."[/b]

Marae turned away and started rolling up her pink blanket to go home. Even though she was here first, she thought the least she could do was give him this spot if he had wanted it enough to stumble out here in the first place. Marae felt that as out-going as she was, she wasn't the best when it came to making new friends. She was actually quite terrible at it.

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[Nathan "Nate" Jameson]

Great you really fucked up now Jameson. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck "Look, Pinky, you don't have to leave." He said, moving to catch her by the arm. He felt bad for sort of flipping out on her, though it wasn't like her really yelled or anything. He had every right to be offended but he didn't mean to upset her by becoming upset.

"Look, I'm not mad at you I'm mad at the losers that started the rumors about me. Even my fricken teachers think I'm some low-life thug." He said annoyed, but attempting to direct his anger at someone other than the girl he was talking to.

He didn't judge her because she flunked, though he's always managed to stay on top of his classes despite the circumstances he's been tossed into. His little brother was even more amazing, managing never to even get lower than a B in any of his classes. He was proud of the kid, but he knew lots of people had trouble in school for plenty of different reason and did not like judging people based o0n these things. So he chose not to comment on her confession. He felt that, since he kept putting his foot in his mouth, it was better not to comment.

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[Marae Hanna Velodywn]

Marae never flunked that class for being stupid, not by far. She just flunked it for arguing about some concepts. She was, after all, a straight A student. Well, aside from the one class. That teacher was totally out to get her. Flunking and D’s were not something she was willing to accept emotionally. She cried about it for at least an hour, and she even got her father arguing with the teacher about how she didn’t deserve her grade, which she didn’t. The teacher had come up with this bull that she was lacking passion for the class, and that was supposedly a big part of it. She hated even thinking about it. It made her so mad to have a dent in her record like that, being as smart as she was.

It was social situations like these, that Marae wished she knew when to just shut her mouth. Not being shy was sometimes a cruse in her case. It lead her to do stupid things like return objects that she had stolen in attempt to impress some other kids at school. It wasn’t like she was dying for their approval so badly that she’d do something as silly and stupid as becoming the utensil fairy, but everyone, including Marae, did like the feeling of acceptance once in a while in life. Still, for all she knew, it could have just been a prank on the freaky pink-hair chick. She wouldn’t doubt that they were just tricking her into doing something dumb so that way they could bring it up behind her back and laugh about how retarded she was. They probably weren’t ever even her friends at all. Most people weren’t, they just sucked up to her because she ran a lot of school events. If they sucked up to her, they might get a better part to play in an after school, short play or get out of a detention. Either way, she was used to being used. She knew how to make sure it didn’t mess with her success though.

It was then that she felt him grab her arm, and she stopped packing up her things for a moment to hear out what he had to say. His grip didn’t feel like he was going to throw her down to the ground and start wailing on her, so she assumed she hadn’t made him mad enough to get to the point that she should have been running about now. She had experienced situations in the past where she probably should have bolted to the nearest police station when it came to making people angry.

Wow, he was truly upset about the stereotype that had been created for him through rumors and his bad boy style. Now she felt even worse for making him think about it.

“If it makes you feel any better, just by talking to you today, I can tell that you’re a really sweet guy. You obviously care about people a lot. I mean, you came over here by me because it obviously concerned you to see a girl randomly sitting alone at this time of night in a bad area such as this one.”

Marae wondered if she was pushing it now. Even if he didn’t like his reputation, he probably wasn’t a fan of being called sweet either. What guy would be?

A loud bang came from the woods by the park, and Marae let out a loud squeal. It was probably just an animal or something, but she had made herself aware of the darkness and terribleness that is this city at night while trying to make him feel better. She had sort of freaked herself out now. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she hoped her squeal wasn’t as loud as she felt it was. She felt like she couldn’t seem like anymore of a loser tonight before the squeal. Tonight was so not her night.

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[Nathan "Nate" Jameson]

Nate sighed. He shoulda stayed home and bothered Aiden or something. This was just turning into far more of a mess than it needed to be. It would be annoying to push his car back into his parking lot without the women noticing. Maybe if he went back late enough they would not hear his car cut off in their driveway. He could climb the dumb tree and slip back in without anyone noticing. Yep that seemed like a good plan. Aiden sooo would hear the car, which meant the little snot would have blackmail. He wondered how he would dig up some dirt on his pristine little brother, to counter the blackmail he would not have on him. Hell the kid probably knew the minute he slipped out of his window.

He shook his head slightly, focusing on the problem at hand. The girl was apologizing. It wasn't like it was her fault, yes she chose to believe it but he doubted the pink haired girl was the one to learn about his police record and spread it around school. It wasn't her fault he had a record either, so he really should not blame her. She believed it though. He wasn't sure if that was worse. It seemed like she was starting to see who he really was, but he would never describe himself as 'sweet'. He snickered at the thought. Sure, he was protective and charming, and he could be nice, but he also wasn't sweet. He didn't go around doting on girls. At least, not usually. Jessie had been the exceptions. She was the exception to almost all of his rules though. The rest were one night stands he barely bothered to get the names of, and could not care less about once they were out of his life. He was pretty sure normal girls did not categorize that as sweet. It was, however, obvious that this chick was very far from normal. They went to a very abnormal school after all. How many high schools could say their teacher made them randomly stop what they were doing and act out a scene at a moments notice, with a camcorder.

"Look I'm not sweet, but I'm not the thug people make me out to be either." He said, letting go of her arm. It wasn't even that he particularly wanted to hang out with her. He really could care less, but he didn't want her to think she was mad at him, or that she needed to move from her spot for him. That would make him seem like the bully he has always needed to defend Aiden from. He did not want to be like that. Ever. They were mean despicable people with low self esteem and wanted to take their pain out on whoever there was around them weaker than they were. Not that Aiden was weak, because he wasn't. He believed in the kid. He had a quick mind and could dish out insults quicker than his own name. One's that most of the time the bully didn't understand but were ten times more insulting than anything they would have to say in return. Aiden was not that kind of kid though, so he usually kept it to himself unless he was pushed too far. Nate loved the kid for that. He had a level head and did not get himself into messes he could not get himself out of intentionally.

Nate, however, had a bad temper. It was easy to see where people came out with him being a bad guy. One nasty thing said his was and insults and threats came out quick. He's been in more fights than he can count because of it, and he didn't always win them. He's gotten bones broken, faces bleeding, stitches needed. Maybe he was the bad guy everyone made him out to be. He certainly wasn't any angel.

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[Marae Hanna Velodywn]

Marae sighed. She was getting the feeling that this whole conversation was going no where. It wasn’t like they were going to be friends after this or anything like that. She thought about walking away and leaving before the whole situation got even more awkward. Still, she knew that would for sure look rude. Most people didn’t just get up and leave an area that they were obviously hanging out in before. So, she did the next best thing. She brought up….school.

“So, Nate. You go to Hollywood Arts, I go to Hollywood Arts. What did you audition with? What’s your talent? Who do you hang around with? Any siblings as talented as you that go to the school? Eat any cranberries lately?”

The girl admitted that she sounded totally stupid at the moment, but she didn’t care. If they were both going to stand here awkwardly and things were going to continue to be as awkward, she minus well make awkward and seemingly weird conversation out of it.

“And if ever had to dye your hair an insane color, what would it be?”

She laughed with that next question. It was silly, but it was something she couldn’t control her mouth when asking. She had be able to imagine what everyone would look like if they were as daring and strange as she was. Marae reached her arm out and rubbed his hair letting out a little giggle. She quickly withdrew it though, afraid of getting smacked.

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[Nathan "Nate" Jameson]

Nate laughed at the random spitfire of questions. His mind slowly picked them apart and slowed it down so he could understand the words coming out of her mouth. As he though of how he would answer them, he sighed and sat down on the ground. The city lights and smog prevented them from seeing much of anything in the night's sky. He liked places where he could actually see the stars, and missed being able to just go to them. He knew when he graduated Hollywood Arts he wanted to take some time off just to travel, but he also did not want to leave his brother behind, or drag the kid away from his dreams either . It would be a tough call. That much he knew.

"I auditioned with a song I wrote and my guitar." He said with a shrug. Music was something he enjoyed. He had a passion for it but he doubted he would make a name for himself. His particular brand of music had fallen out of style ages ago. He was not into the poppy boy band stuff that seemed to be in right now. He might manage to get some sort of cult following. Or at least he hoped so. He really would like to do something with his music when he graduated. He knew if he didn't he would end up some grease monkey in a garage making good money, but not enough to survive in L.A. The cost of living was insane here.

"I don't really have any friends, and I have a little brother names Aiden who goes to Hollywood Arts. He's a freshman." He explained with a smile. He liked talking about his brother. He was the whole reason he auditioned in the first place. He probably would not have had the little guy not begged him to. His family was the most important thing to him, and Aiden was really all he had left of that. His father sure as hell no longer fit the bill, and his mother was gone. Dahlia and Crystal were nice but he was not close enough to them to call them family.

"No, I have not eaten any cranberries lately." He said, laughing at the question. It was truly ridiculous. Why in the world would anyone want to know about his eating habits? Especially something as specific as cranberries. The last time he had, it was a long time ago. Bad when his family actually had real thanksgivings.

"And I would die it bright green." He said. He had always joked with Jessie about changing his hair color to match. So if he did die his hair some insane color, that's what he would do. Dye it to match what hers did at the bottoms. The bright acid green that she liked so much.

"So what about you? What's your talent? Do you have siblings? Do any of them go to Hollywood Arts? Who are your friends? Have you had any cranberries lately? And if you had to dye your hair a NORMAL color what would it be?" He asked, spitting her questions right back at her. Turnabout was fair game after all. Wasn't that what people usually said? He was sure his brother had used the phrase against him once or twice.

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[Marae Hanna Velodywn]

Marae laughed as he spit her questions right back at her. She had gotten used to people doing that though, as they normally did in these situations. She wasn’t sure if it was just because they didn’t know what to say, they were being funny, or they we’re actually curious. It could have been all or none or a few. Either way, she didn’t have a whole lot to hide in her boring life, so she didn’t mind answering all the random questions. After all, she did ask them in the first place. One of her books taught her never to give what you can’t take back. It really didn’t apply to much else but this exact situation though. So other then now, it was just a silly thing to learn that sometimes made no sense.

“Well, I’m interesting in styling. So, I did some wicked make-up generic zombie art on a friend for my audition here and then did a short acting scene.”

Although she wanted to become a famous stylist, acting was something she wouldn’t have minded doing on the side. Plus, she wasn’t particularly bad at it either. She wasn’t the greatest, but she wasn’t so bad that it could have been called comedy.

“And no, I’m an only child. But, I always wanted to have siblings. You’re lucky to have a brother, he’s probably super cute if your parents were lucky enough to pass that gene down twice.”

It wasn’t like she was trying to hit on him or anything like that, but she couldn’t deny that Nate was good looking. She thought a lot of people were attractive and cute, so it didn’t really mean anything.

“I have a bunch of friends from all different areas…. Well, if they can be called that,” Marae spoke with a sigh. “But that’s a story for another time.”

A lot of people had the tendency to walk all over Marae for her brains and talent. She never knew when anyone was being true or just trying to get something out of her. She had learned to accept it over time though.

“I had cranberries for breakfast and my hair would still be pink, because this is totally normal.”

She laughed.

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