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Post by Spencer Thomas on Apr 21, 2008 13:06:08 GMT -5
There was nothing better then ice cream on a summer day. It was a proven fact. The dairy-goodness melted in your mouth as you walked around in the sun, and the warmth of the day made that taste just that much better. It didn't even matter what flavor you got; Every ice cream flavor tasted good when experienced on a day such as that. However, neither of those two things were currently available.
It was a near summer day when Spencer Thomas found himself wandering around the local mall, but it was rainy and disgusting. The good part, though, was that he had a wad of recently aquired cash from his mother in his pocket and two hours to kill. He had no idea what to do, and he found himself craving ice cream. And so he searched around the mall, looking for a Friendly's or some place that would give him what he desired. And all he could find was a booth for frozen yogurt.
And so he walked around, a cup filled with chocolate frozen yogurt in his hands, looking for something to occupy the time that he was looking to waste. And finally, he accepted the fact that this day would be completely boring, no matter how hard he tried to change that. With a sigh, he headed towards the nearest bench and sat there, playing with his plastic spoon and the frozen liquid inside the cup. Trying to entertain himself, He tried to count the many different types of people that he saw as they passed by.
There were the mothers, of course, holding the hand of their screaming child in one hand and holding their millions of shopping bags in the other, trying to quiet the kid down so they could escape the glares that were being sent their way. There were the sluts, in their tiny skirts and low-cut shirts, chatting aimlessly on their cell phones, too busy to notice the perv-ish old man staring at their chests.
There were a lot of other types of people, as well, from the security guards, walking around thinking they were the shit with their plastic badges pinned on their breast pocket, and the cute old couple, out to spend some time together before they kicked the bucket. There were the goths, with skin as white as the snow that was on the ground, only in public for the twenty minutes it would take to buy some more chains at Hot Topic. And then, of course, there were people like him, there only to waste their time and make the most of their break from real life.[/color]
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Post by Paige Stewart on Apr 21, 2008 16:38:02 GMT -5
Walking into the mall, Paige took in a deep breathe. The smell of the mall always made her hungry. Paige looked down at her outfit, making sure everything was perfect. She was wearing ripped jeans , which was a stretch for her. Sometimes she felt that the holes werent right and it bugged her. She straightened her black and white shirt. Smiling, she looked down at her feet. She was wearing a pair of black ballet flats.
Paige never really came to the mall. Seeing as how she always found way too many imperfections. It was a horrible day out and she had nothing better to do. So, here she was wandering the mall like a lost puppy. Looking up, she saw the GAP store. Shrugging, she walked into it. Only five minutes later, she almost ran out. It was way to disorganized in there. Paige was thinking of leaving. She started walking a random direction. She didnt know where she was going and there was a 60 percent chance that she would get lost.
Paige looked around. She didnt see anyone she knew. Sitting down on a bench, she continued to look around. There were a lot of people here. There were the preps, with their polos and perfect hair. There were goths, dressed completely in black. Then there were emos, all crowded together, talking in hushed tones. There were jocks, laughing too loudly and striking random poses. Paige couldnt help but laugh as a group of jocks walked by. She crossed her legs and kept looking at all the people. There were gangsters, with their butts hanging out of their pants and their shirts too long. Then there were just normal people, walking around with their friends.
Paige never fit into one group. She had always been normal I guess you could say. Some people had labeled her preppy from the way that she dressed. Paige didnt think she acted like a prep at all. Looking to her side, she noticed a trash can that had fallen over. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, tapping her foot in the air. Standing up, she opened her eyes and walked to the trash can. She picked it up and sighed. She hated having OCD. Paige turned around, not paying any attention. She ran straight into a guy, whose ice cream spilled all over Paige. Paige stared down at her shirt. It was no longer as perfect as she liked.
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Post by Spencer Thomas on Apr 21, 2008 16:50:13 GMT -5
Spencer sighed out of boredom, and he was beginning to rethink the decision he had made to come to the mall on this specific day. Sure, he had cash to burn and time to waste, but that didn't mean he couldn't do the exact same thing some other day. AND his ice cream was melting. He sighed again and twirled his spoon around in the liquid mess inside the cup. It looked more like a stew than ice cream by now.
After a few more minutes of sitting on the bench and people scanning, he got up. Sitting there was incredibly boring, and he'd probably have more fun just walking around anyway. There were plenty of stores for him to go in and try to waste his money on random things he didn't need. They'd all love that; It meant more money for them. Still, he wandered around hopelessly, looking for something that caught his eye.
After an additional ten or so minutes of wandering, Spencer ended up exactly where he had left: By the bench. He was so frustrated with himself; He should have just left in the first place. He stared down at the liquid mess in a cup, and decided that, after he found a trash barrel to throw it away in, he'd leave.
Almost immediately, he spotted just what he was looking for. There was a girl in front of it, picking it up, or so it seemed. He headed towards the barrel, getting ready to throw away his wasted ice cream. But then, unexpectedly, she stood up, and Spencer's liquid mess landed all over the front of her shirt. His jaw dropped; He couldn't believe what he had just done. "Oh my god." he said, just staring at the mess on her shirt. "I'm such an idiot."[/color]
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Post by Paige Stewart on Apr 21, 2008 19:58:44 GMT -5
Paige looked down at her shirt. Her chest was freezing cold from the ice cream. She just smiled at the boy. "Its fine. My fault." She shook her head as she looked at her shirt. Sighing, she looked around. She needed a napkin. "Do you... have any napkins" She bit her lip, hoping that he had some.
Paige looked over at the bench where a small stack of napkins sat. She waved the boy off and walked over to the bench. She picked up the napkins. She patted her chest and stomach of her shirt off. She was desperate to get the ice cream off. It didnt feel right. She started breathing heavy as she noticed that it wasnt coming off. She bit down hard on her lip.
She tapped her foot impatiently. Feeling a sting in her heart, she sat on the bench. She looked up at the boy. "I have... bad... panic.... attacks. Sorry." She layed her head down, almost into her knees. Well, this is embarrassing. She just met a pretty cute boy and she had to have a panic attack? Luckily, it wasnt a bad one.
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Post by Spencer Thomas on Apr 22, 2008 12:02:05 GMT -5
Spencer was completely surprised by the girl's reactions. If it was he in her situation, he would have been kicking ass and taking names by now. He was totally surprised that she wasn't completely infuriated with him, but he was more surprised that she was taking the blame for it. "I'll, um... get you one." he said when she asked for a napkin. It was the very least he could do after spilling frozen yogurt all along the front of her shirt.
Before he could run somewhere to get her a napkin, she was waving him off and heading towards the bench where he had been sitting not ten minutes before. He hadn't noticed prior to this little incident, but he now saw a small stack of napkins on one side of the bench. Maybe he'd been sitting on them... He followed behind her like a little obident puppy, wanting to apologize one more time before going about his business. And that was when he noticed that her breathing sounded off.
He looked at her curiously; She seemed to be freaking out a little. He was just about to ask if she was ok when she looked up at him and answered his question before he could ask it, saying that she had bad panic attacks. Immediately, he froze. He'd seen people have panic attacks before, and he never knew what to do. "Don't apologize." he said. Why the hell was she apologizing? This whole thing was, in no way, her fault. "Is there anything I can do to help you out? Do you have, like, an inhaler or something?" he asked. For all he knew, that could have been the dumbest possible thing to say. But he didn't know, and he wanted to help her out.[/color]
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Post by Paige Stewart on Apr 23, 2008 12:14:25 GMT -5
She looked up at him when he spoke. Taking in one last breathe, she stood up. That was luckily a short panic attack and that made her smile. She let out a small laugh as she thought this boy might have his own panic attack. "No.. Im fine. It was just a small one." She looked at him. He was pretty cute, you couldnt deny that. "Sorry for giving you one of your own panic attacks." She laughed so he would know that she was just kidding.
The more Paige looked at the boy, the more familiar he looked. Thats when it clicked. He went to Kailyn. She had seen him in the halls before. She ran a hand through her hair before speaking. "Do you go to Kailyn?" She bit her lip. If he didnt go there, she didnt want him to be insulted. Most people didnt really want to be accused of going to a mental institute.
OOC- ickkk
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Post by Spencer Thomas on Apr 23, 2008 13:18:26 GMT -5
Spencer watched her, afraid every second that she might freak out too much and drop dead. He didn't know too much about panic attacks, and he didn't know what the results could be, so he was preparing for the worst. He let out a sigh of relief when she stood up. That was a good sign; If you were able to stand up on your own, usually you were ok. "No, it's ok." he said. "I just don't really know what to do in those kinds of situations."
He was extremely relieved that the whole ordeal hadn't turned out to be anything too serious. The last thing he wanted to have to do today was call an ambulance; That would just suck. He was slightly caught off guard when she asked if he went to Kailyn; Maybe she went there, too. "Um.. yeah." he said, giving her a small smile. "Do you?" he looked back down at her shirt, and automatically felt bad. "Why don't you go pick out another shirt and I'll buy it for you?" he offered. "It's the least I can do."[/color]
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Post by Paige Stewart on Apr 23, 2008 13:42:02 GMT -5
She nodded when he spoke. "Its fine. Most people dont." She shrugged at him. It was kinda sad. She wished that she didnt get panic attacks at all. She remembered the panic attack she had when she was in Andys dorm room. Where everything went down. She bit her lip. Shaking her head, she smiled at him.
When he said yeah, she nodded. That was definitely how she knew him. "Yeah, I do actually." She let out a nervous laugh. She never really liked telling people that she went there. When he offered to buy her a shirt, she shook her head. "No... its fine. Its just... ice cream." She looked down at her shirt and bit her lip. She started to tap her foot. It wasnt perfect and she hated that. But, she couldnt have a complete stranger buy her a shirt,could she?
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Post by Spencer Thomas on Apr 23, 2008 14:07:31 GMT -5
Spencer felt bad for this girl when she spoke, saying that most people didn't know what to do in the case of a panic attack. In other words, there weren't too many people in the world who could help her out when she really needed it. That pretty much sucked, he couldn't deny it. Maybe those were why she was at Kailyn...
Spencer nodded when she said that she did, in fact, go to Kailyn. "Um.. If you don't mind my asking, are... those.. the reason you go there? The panic attacks, I mean?" he asked. In no way did he want to be rude, he was just curious. He smirked when she shook her head and said no to him buying her a shirt. "Listen." he said. "If you don't pick one out yourself, then I'm just going to buy a random shirt in the largest size possible and make you wear it. Two choices there."[/color]
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Post by Paige Stewart on Apr 23, 2008 14:34:08 GMT -5
When he asked if that was why she was at Kailyn, she hesitated to answer. Would that be a big turn off to him? She didnt know. Sighing, she answered. "That and... OCD." She laughed nervously. She wondered why he was there. Nothing seemed wrong with him. "Why... are you.. ya know there?" She bit her lip.
She listened to him talking about the shirt. She couldnt help but laugh. "Okay, okay." She smiled at him. "Ill pick out a shirt. Though, I refuse to let you pay over 10 dollars." She said that matter of factly. She wouldnt let this guy spend more then that on her. It was her fault for bumping into him.
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Post by Spencer Thomas on Apr 23, 2008 16:34:35 GMT -5
He saw her hesitation when he asked if that was what she was at Kailyn for, and it made him think. Maybe she had something else, too, something worse. It was like him: He hated letting people know that he had MPD. You never know what they'd think of that. When she said OCD, he was slightly relieved. "Oh, I see. That's not bad. At least you don't, like, play with fire or something." he laughed slightly. One of his good friends at the Institute was like that. "Um... I'm just... Not always myself." he said. He'd used that statement before to describe his disorder. Right now, it was like his best friend.
He smiled as she laughed, and he smiled wider when she gave in to letting him buy her a shirt. He couldn't help but think that this whole thing was totally his fault, and he wanted to make it up to her in some way, even if it was as small as buying her a new shirt. He made a face at her budget, but agreed. "Fine." he said. "Ten dollar limit. I get it. But, if you find one you want that's more, just get it."[/color]
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Post by Paige Stewart on Apr 23, 2008 19:40:13 GMT -5
Paige listened to him. She nodded. Thats when she realized she didnt even know his name. "Im Paige by the way. She smiled at him. "Dont worry... I dont like fire all that much." She let out a small laugh. Hearing him say that he wasnt always himself, she raised an eyebrow at him. Multiple Personality Disorder was the only one that came to mind. "MPD?" She nodded at him.She knew a girl with MPD. She seemed pretty nice.
She shook her head at him. "Here Ive known you less then 10 minutes and your already buying me something." She smirked at him. Paige pulled him into the nearest store, which happened to be Hot Topic. She bit her lip. The place had some okay stuff but it wasnt really her favorite place to shop. She went to the wall of shirts and looked at it for a long time.
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Post by Paige Stewart on Apr 23, 2008 19:43:08 GMT -5
Paige listened to him. She nodded. Thats when she realized she didnt even know his name. "Im Paige by the way. She smiled at him. "Dont worry... I dont like fire all that much." She let out a small laugh. Hearing him say that he wasnt always himself, she raised an eyebrow at him. Multiple Personality Disorder was the only one that came to mind. "MPD?" She nodded at him.She knew a girl with MPD. She seemed pretty nice.
She shook her head at him. "Here Ive known you less then 10 minutes and your already buying me something." She smirked at him. Paige pulled him into the nearest store, which happened to be Hot Topic. She bit her lip. The place had some okay stuff but it wasnt really her favorite place to shop. She went to the wall of shirts and looked at it for a long time.
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Post by Paige Stewart on Apr 23, 2008 19:43:57 GMT -5
Paige listened to him. She nodded. Thats when she realized she didnt even know his name. "Im Paige by the way. She smiled at him. "Dont worry... I dont like fire all that much." She let out a small laugh. Hearing him say that he wasnt always himself, she raised an eyebrow at him. Multiple Personality Disorder was the only one that came to mind. "MPD?" She nodded at him.She knew a girl with MPD. She seemed pretty nice.
She shook her head at him. "Here Ive known you less then 10 minutes and your already buying me something." She smirked at him. Paige pulled him into the nearest store, which happened to be Hot Topic. She bit her lip. The place had some okay stuff but it wasnt really her favorite place to shop. She went to the wall of shirts and looked at it for a long time.
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Post by Spencer Thomas on Apr 27, 2008 16:58:45 GMT -5
Spencer almost laughed when she introduced herself. It wasn't exactly a funny moment. The funniest part was that, before now, he hadn't even realized that they had neglected to introduce themselves to one another. It was weird, because that's usually one of the first topics of conversation when you meet someone new. "Spencer." he said, returning her smile. "Nice to meet you, Paige."
He did laugh when she assured him that she wasn't a fan of fire. "Well, that's good." he said. "Fire kind of scares me." In fact, it was one of his biggest fears. He had a phobia of house fires, because his mother would always tell him stories of the time when he was a baby and she'd knocked over a candle that set the whole house aflame. It wasn't serious, but still, it was enough to scare him. He was a bit surprised when she got his reference of not being himself. "Um, yeah." he said, a bit uncomfortable. He never liked admitting that he had MPD.
He smiled at her. "Well, after getting chocolate frozen yogurt all over your shirt, it's the least I can do." he offered. "And I need something to spend my money on. In reality, you're helping me out here." She pulled him into a store, and he looked curiously at the name. Hot Topic. She didn't exactly seem like a Hot Topic kind of girl; More of an Abercrombie and Fitch or American Eagle. But he shrugged; Whatever she wanted. He watched her look at the large wall of shirts. "Anything catch your eye?" he asked.[/color]
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