life is amazing; don't tell me different[rosie]

[john]

Johnathon was staring at the school's big entrance. It looked like a normal old Highschool, but he knew that it wasn't anything like a normal old Highschool and that scared him. He didn't think he deserved to go to some rehab center because he lied. It seemed like an outrageous thing, then again as he was slowly walking up and waved to his parent's and father, he was thinking about what he would say to people when they asked where he came from. He was thinking up a juicy story.

Maybe he could go the whole drug route or something. Maybe make his family life look better then what it was. Or something along the lines of making Marianne, a little bad girl. Who knew, he wasn't even sure of it himself. But it definitely wouldn't be the truth, not the fact that his father beat him. No he wouldn't tell anyone about anything along those lines. He much rather make his parents seem bad or who knew. Maybe he would be adopted and had a sister named Rainbow and his adopted parents are hippies and he's glad he wasn't bilogically theirs cause he wouldn't want to be named some crazy name like cloud or something. He laughed out loud at that and as he walked up the stairs he bumped into someone, not looking around him and he backed away, "Sorry."

He stepped back, looking to see who it was and gave a soft smile. "I should stop thinking so hard and watch where i'm going," he said, helping steady the girl in front of him before dropping his hands and just smiling.

[rosalieberlioz]

rosie walked aimlessly around hawthorne's campus, her mind in a hazy fog. it had been like this since her first real love, rudolph, had left hawthorne. at first, she had been hit heavy with the pain. she got bumped up to a level three risk, since her diet plummeted recently. but now, everyone with just a haze, everything was distant to her. she didn't feel hurt. she felt absolutely nothing. which terrified her more than anything. the usually peppy french girl walked absentmindedly toward hawthorne's main entrance, no real particular destination in her mind. in fact, sher was cutting class right now - if she didn't keep walking on, she'd get caught. she had been cutting class a lot lately. who needed it? her mind jumbled with grief, denial, and anger, she wasn't sure what to think anymore. normal things that had made her happy in her life did not present the same joy they did before. stupid things would remind her of rudy - like hope, her best friend. the three of them had been so close. and seeing hope made rosie remember all those fun times. she didn't want to remember. she wanted to forget. forget everything.

though rosie wouldn't dabble into drugs or alcohol, she acted as if she were in a drug induced haze. she walked slowly up the stairs, her feet sounding heavy and morose on the hard stairs. suddenly, there was a flash of fabric, and she felt something knock into her. without realizing what it was, she landed on the stairs with a hard thud. she should have felt pain burst into her thigh, where she had landed the hardest, but it was like something had absorbed the pain. she looked up and spotted a boy, probably her age, a smile on his face. why is he happy? that hurt. wait, did it?

"uh, uh. hi. um, sorry, that was probably my fault." rosie said quickly, apologetically. she ignored his help up and scrambled up herself, using the railing on the side of the stairwell to keep her balance "um, are you new here?" rosie asked, noticing she had never seen him before. "i'm... rosalie." she said,her thick french accent filling the empty stairwell. she sounded awkward and hasty. she had never been ashamed of her accent, but lately, everything about her seemed wrong. messed up. she was such an idiot sometimes.

words , four hundred and eight.
outfit , n/a (i'll make one later cx)
tagged, gabby with jonathon.

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[john]

I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep

credit to coti-tastic @caution 2.0

Johnathon's smile brightened when he heard her noticibly french accent. He always loved foreign girls, but there was a reason for that. He knew a few languages, french was one of them. It might of been all the traveling he did. He traveled a lot(or well he wanted to), he really only traveled to Maine. It was his first time away from Chicago, and he liked it already. The town was smaller then Chicago, and he felt like there was a knowingness around it. Plus maybe more interesting people and no father.

He watched her silently, wondering, curiously, what was wrong, when his head tilted to the side. She was pretty, he couldn't help admit that. But the way she said sorry and faltered over her words, made him want to pull her to him and comfort her. Not that he knew her any at all, but he didn't like seeing girls sad. Or anyone sad for that matter, though he knew not everyone went well with hugs. So he kept his arms to his side, fighting the urge. "I'm Johnathon," he said with a smile. "And No I think it was my fault. I was paying no attention to my surroundings."

He looked around,"How is this place?" He was more or less just trying to make conversation, he didn't exactly want to leave though awkward silences made Johnathon feel awkward. So he always tried to fill them with amble comments or random questions. "Cause I hope it's better then my school back home. Too many products of hippies. Including my own sister," he said testing his newly thought up lie. He liked the way it felt on his lips,"Rainbow Williams. Nice name huh?" He laughed softly, more because he thought it was funny the name he gave his sister. It was slightly hillarious that he could make the good old girl become something like a pot-smoking guitar playing hippie.

Finally he just leaned against the railing and smiling,"But enough about me. How are you Rosalie?" He was honestly curious, which was saying somenting, he was never honestly anything. But he just waited, hoping she'd tell him what was up, but if she didn't he wouldn't bother with it anymore and just change the subject."

Cause I miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing

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tags;rosie
words;three six four
notes;nothing
music; i don't want to miss a thing;aerosmith

[rosalieberlioz]

rosie studied the boy closely, her eyes searching his bright, charismatic face. it had been a long time since she had really looked at someone, into their eyes, examining their face. lately, rosie had kept her head down and avoided all contact if possible. she hunched down into her desk during class, and never dared raise her hand, like she had done enthusiastically before. essentially, she shut herself off from the rest of the world. her ocean eyes, which had been blank for so long, gained a little light as she observed him. his positivity brought a little sunshine into her dark world. but it wasn't enough to fill the emptiness rudy had left in her heart. not quite.

"no, no. it was mine. i haven't been paying attention to, well, anything... for a while." she said, the apologetic tone returning to her voice. she blamed everything on herself lately - including rudy's sudden departure. no matter how many times she tried to tell herself that his parents whisked him away without even he knowing they would, she still continuously blamed it on herself. she wasn't pretty enough. wasn't special enough. not for him. and if she didn't matter to rudy, did she even matter to anyone? rosie drowned in her hopeless thoughts.

rosie sighed. "i used to think this place was great." she said vaguely, her eyes once again snapping into blank nothingness. she remembered the time she and rudy had had together. they kept returning in the deepest parts of her mind, refusing to go away and end the non stop slideshow of their previous life together. rosie knew she wasn't paying proper attention to this new kid, jonathon. but how could she focus on him when her mind was constantly preoccupied with someone else?

rosie listened to him distantly, his words making sense, but sounding as if they were far away. "rainbow williams? really? wow, that's such a cool name!" she said, his words suddenly bringing her out a little. her eyes began to sparkle a little more. she smiled a little. a small excuse for a smile, but a smile nonetheless. when had she last done that? it seemed it had been ages since she had felt the smallest tremor of amusement. rosalie shuffled her feet, a nagging reminder in the back of her head. she wouldn't be happy for long. he always seemed to crawl back into her thoughts and dreams.

"i'm.. doing... awfully, to be truthful. since rudy. oh, god, you're a stranger, i shouldn't be telling you this. um. i'm good." she said awkwardly, drawing away from him a bit. she had only shared her deepest grief with hope, and here she was, nearly spilling her story to jonathon. he seemed inviting and charming, the kind of guy you could lean and cry on. but rosie felt detached from everyone these days. if she got close to someone, they'd hurt her, like rudy did. that was how things went for her now. she sighed again, looking down at her feet. now way would this jonathon kid care to know about what was eating her up inside. did anyone care?

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