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[SPENCER LEON EVERETT]

_{THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION}

( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated

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Another day, Another few hours in detention. Spencer yawned, leaning back in his chair, putting his arms in the back of his head, glaring at the detention teacher who glared right back. Why did he have detention again? Who did he curse out? He could barely remember what the hell he did a hour ago at lunch...Heck, he didn't even remember what he ate for lunch. All he wanted now was to go out for a smoke and get the fuck over this shit. He knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon though. With the rate he was going, Spencer was probably suppose to stay here till the next morning. He was always in detention. He never found his way out of it either. Usually, he was pretty good with his words, making excuses as to why he wasn't suppose to be there. But, honestly, he was better off in detention then at home with Joe. He would probably get pushed around by the guy who didn't even want him. He wished his dad wanted him, but his dad didn't want a bratty sixteen year old in the home with his new wife and two year old. Spencer would probably wreck that family in three minutes.

Spence rolled his eyes at the detention teacher, honestly, he was trying to antagonize him. Send him to another room with more people. They knew better to keep him alone then to let him loose with people, he would start up trouble like he always did and he wouldn't care either. Spencer was a troublemaker, it was like, tattooed onto his forehead in hot pink letters. "Oi ! Can I like leave?" He yelled from across the room, the man just glared at him and shook his head. "No, Mr. Everett you cannot." Seriously? Well, that's great. "Please? I need a smoke." He pouted, Spencer really thought that work sometimes, when you pouted like that. Of course, he was just trying to get his way. He really needed a smoke. His body ached for one. Jeez, he was only sixteen and he was already addicted to nicotine. That should be a record right? No, he's seen freshman smoke and he started smoking in eighth grade. Was he proud of that? Eh, who cared. He didn't obviously.

Running a hand through hair dark hair, Spencer couldn't help but start tapping his foot and drumming his fingers on the desk. He looked down at the wood desk, concentrating on a beat, till he looked up and saw the teacher glaring at him. "I'm sure you have school work Mr. Everett." HA! See, Spence was a good student, retaining information and shit. The only way he wouldn't get pushed around that much was to bring back good grades. So, he did his work, passed his tests and then got kicked out of classes or got into fights or something stupid like smoking on school property. They knew he was a good student, he was just shit behavior wise and he blamed that one everyone else in his life, because they were shit. "All done with my homework sir." He answered back with a smirk. The man sighed and check the clock. "Go have a cigarette, and come back in FIVE minutes Mr. Everett not a second late." You should of seen Spence's face. It was like a little kid in a candy shop as he got up, grabbed the pack from his pocket and took one out with his lighter, placing it between his lips and walking out of the classroom and out of the door to the side of the building, lighting it up and taking a deep drag. Oh, that felt good.

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WORDS! six forty two
STATUS! complete
NOTES! oh hay
TAGS!open
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[MADISYN RAE WILLIAMS]

Getting detention the first day of being back to school, was definitely not something that Madisyn had planned on. But I guess when you have people constantly whispering around you and spreading rumors, you’d just go off on them wouldn’t you? Well that’s what happened to the sophomore. Madisyn had just gotten back from being in treatment for anorexia, though of course everyone around the school either knew that, or they believed that she was in treatment for drugs. Either way, she didn’t really pay attention to anything they were saying about her. Up until the three girls who had tormented her when she was in middle school, came up and were acting all naive and caring telling her how she was so gorgeous and how they wanted to be friends. That’s when she had a problem. Madi normally would have been happy to have had their interest, but because it happened to be the girls who had bullied her in middle school and they were the reason she was in treatment, she went off on them. While she was in treatment, she had to go to therapy sessions with a therapist. She told her therapist the reason she wasn’t eating was because the girls at school convinced her she needed to lose weight, and so she did it in a damaging way. While in those therapy sessions, the therapist would help her learn how to cope with bullies. Let’s just say that didn’t go as well as she had hoped when she ran into them her first day back. Once they had come up to her, she started cussing at them and basically took out all her anger that had built up inside her over the past four years she had been bullied by them.

Of course these girls loved that she was freaking out at them, they loved to see people hurting, and well you could say this was Madisyn’s way of getting all of her hurt out. Yet, they still made a huge scene about it. They smirked at her, but then as soon as a teacher came by and heard the girl’s vulgar language, he gave her an automatic detention. Madisyn, being the innocent girl she was, immediately stopped freaking out and looked at the teacher. She had never had detention before, but she thought it’d be good for her. Maybe then everyone would just shut up about her not having her first kiss and telling her to do all this stuff to get in trouble and to “live a little”. Though she didn’t exactly know how she was going to tell her parents just because they thought that their baby girl was going to grow up to be innocent and to get into a good college, then get married and provide her parents with grandchildren. That’s part of the reason why she never got into trouble, that and she didn’t like being in trouble.. She would just simply tell her parents that she was going over to one of her friends’ house, then go to detention and be back before her parents could even suspect anything.

After she had called her mom and explained she was going to her friend Kyra’s house, she chewed on her lip and then made her way to detention. She had never had detention, so Madisyn didn’t really know what to think about it. She just assumed that it was a bunch of drug addicts who skipped class and always got into trouble. Though when she slipped into the detention room, she saw only a few people and the teacher sitting there. She crept into the first open desk she saw, which happened to be the one closest to the door. She slipped her bag on the floor after taking out her notebook and a pencil and started to doodle on one of the pages. Every five minutes or so she would glance up to the clock only to realize how slow this was actually going by. That’s when she saw a boy walk past the room with a cigarette in his mouth. She peeked up to see the teacher busy grading papers, and everyone else was either sleeping or staring doing nothing. Madisyn slid her notebook and pen back in her bag before looking up at the teacher and coughing. “Sir, may I use the bathroom please?” Being polite usually worked, and since this was her first time in detention, she didn’t think the teacher would even notice if she hadn’t come back. He nodded at her and she grabbed her bag and got up to follow the boy. Once she got outside, she stopped and looked at him. “Smoking is bad for you y’know.” Of course he probably already knew that. Most people who smoked knew it was bed, yet they continued to smoke. She was good at lecturing people about smoking because she lectured her brothers about it all the time (even though it never changed anything). Normally she wouldn’t even bother with some complete stranger, but she needed to get out and talk to someone, just anyone, and this boy seemed to be around her age and it just happened to be the first thing out of her mouth.

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[SPENCER LEON EVERETT]

_{THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION}

( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated

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Spencer was so happy to be outside, he didn't give a fuck if it was kinda cold. Was it cold? Maybe, he couldn't tell. He took another deep drag from his cigarette. Sweet baby Jesus he couldn't help but smile though. This was relaxing. Much more relaxing then sitting in there. He wished they put him in the regular detention room, the one with the people sitting there. Not the one with people who weren't sitting there, nope. That was plain boring. Although, screwing with the teacher was hilarious. Sometimes he was convinced that they didn't know what do to with him and decided to stick him in detention for the hell of it. Which was, yeah, that was funny. He couldn't help but think it was funny. Even his old school had that problem with him, because he kept stealing other kid's toys. That was probably pretty bad. His permanent record must of been inches thick, since he was sure they had ever record of what he did. Which...was kinda bad...and terrifying because he was unsure about how they caught all of what he did. He did a lot of shit and put the blame on other people most of the time. It worked, he was super good at talking himself out of trouble. Until now, now they caught up with his antics and knew his routine. They also probably knew about his parents and how his mom was gone, his dad was practically a dead beat and his step father was well, it wouldn't say he was abusive. But it would say that he practically neglecting him too. Not in those words, but his step dad worked all the time, forcing Spencer to take care of himself, which wasn't easy. He ate microwave food most of the time. Hadn't had a home cooked meal in a while. It was pretty sad.

Spencer tugged down the sleeves of his hoodie. He wasn't exactly sure what the hell he was wearing today. The boy kinda got up, threw on clothes that didn't smell then left the house. Today it was just black skinny jeans, a band shirt, most likely Motley Crue, a plaid shirt and a black hoodie. He liked layers to be honest, kept him warm since he was rather skinny. That he hated, he didn't have any muscles either. He was just fucking scrawny. Now, do you really think that Spencer was going to go back to that boring classroom? Hell fucking no. He was going to stand out there and smoke two more cigarettes then leave. It took him a good ten minutes to smoke one cigarette. Besides, the teacher should of known he was not going to go back. He was the perfect example of a teacher who didn't know what Spencer was capable of. One thing, was getting what he wanted, as in decided to leave. They weren't going to come after him. After another drag he looked at the cigarette, it wasn't even half done. That poor dude was going to be waiting for him for a while and Spencer didn't really care if anything else happened or not.

He missed his mom a lot. It would be the first time he'd ever admitting to missing someone to himself. He hated his father and that was about it. He had a aunt, but she didn't think he was doing so bad, and probably didn't care. She was on his mom's side though. So, he did feel like she was a good person while, Spencer was a shit person. He believed that a lot. This made him want to drink. If he could find any alcohol at home. Joe didn't care, he didn't notice when he took alcohol from the cabinet. Whilst, just standing there and smoking, he didn't notice someone come out of the door. He turned and looked over to his side to the tiny blond girl, moving the dark hair from his bright blue eyes to look her over. She looked new...and his age. He didn't really care otherwise, he turned his head and looked at the parking lot, waiting to finish off his cigarette. “Smoking is bad for you y’know.” Spencer couldn't help but turning to look at her, a glare from his cold eyes as he rolled them and shrugged his shoulders. "And the air is filled with highly poisonous toxins, yet people are still breathing." He said with a small smirk as he took another drag. He really didn't care what people said about his smoking habit. As far as he knew, if it killed him fast than he was fine with that. "Who are you anyways short stuff?" He asked as he raised a eyebrow. Might as well learned someone's name while he was at it. He'd like to know who he was insulting.
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WORDS! eight thirty nine
STATUS! complete
NOTES! :]
TAGS!madisyn
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT!

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[MADISYN RAE WILLIAMS]

Ever since Madisyn had left the hospital, she would get cold wherever she was. It was probably for the fact that she had lost so much weight and she didn’t have the body fat to keep her warm anymore. So whenever she was out, she was always in either jeans or sweatpants, and a sweatshirt. She loved hoodies more than anything, but today she had decided on a pair of light blue jeans with ripped holes in them, and a white tank top underneath her black Avenged Sevenfold hoodie she had stolen from her brother. The hoodie was a bit baggy on her, but she didn’t exactly care because she was staying warm, and it smelt good. Normally Madi would wear flip flops just so she didn’t get too warm, but that day she had decided on wearing a pair of black converse. To complete her attire, she had put on a necklace with a guitar pick on it. She used to be able to play the guitar, but she stopped once her eldest brother moved away. He was the one who had taught her how to play, and she didn’t really want to continue on doing that without him. On her sixteenth birthday, he had come to see her in the hospital where she was having treatment, and he brought her the necklace he had made. Ever since then, it had been her favorite gift she had ever gotten, and she pretty much wore it every day, ever since she got it. Though nobody knew exactly who she got it from. Her parents didn’t even know where it came from; they just thought one of her friends had made it for her and didn’t even question it.

“Those toxins aren’t as bad as the smoke you’re breathing in.” Madisyn set her bag down next to her and then crossed her arms over her stomach. “I’m not that short either. I’m five four thanks.” She honestly wasn’t all that short she thought. She was after all taller then her eighteen year old brother. But I guess to some people she was short, she just didn’t like when people pointed it out to her. “It’s Madi. And you are?” She glanced up at the male and then actually realized he was very attractive. But as soon as the thought of her thinking a guy was attractive, she quickly turned red and then went and leaned against the wall next to him. Madisyn was pure. She never kissed a boy before, and she didn’t really crush on any guys because she simply hasn’t been interested in a “relationship”. Sure, she thought guys were cute from a far, but never had she actually went t o talk to one, and then the thought of them being cute crossing her mind. So yes, she was getting pretty embarrassed, as if he could read her mind. Which she really hoped that he wouldn’t even notice that her face was now a bright red considering she was standing next to him now staring straight ahead. This boy was smoking, and on school property, which automatically make the girl think that he was a troublemaker; not the kind of guy she was into.

“Why are you out here anyways? This is school property after all..” Now she was simply just trying to get the thought of him being cute out of her mind. She did all she could not to look at him, and so far it was working. She was just going to tell herself that this boy was trouble, and that nothing would happen, because well it wouldn’t. She didn’t even know the boys name, and she wasn’t going to stick around much longer to talk anyways. She would probably stick around for five, ten minutes before heading for home; the one place that she actually wanted to be at that moment. Madi hated the thought of getting in trouble, and now that she had just been in detention, she didn’t exactly feel up to doing anything fun that night. She would end up punishing herself just because that’s how she was raised. Her friends were that way as well. She usually stuck around the kids who didn’t do any of the bad stuff “normal” teenagers did, which of course gained her trust from her parents and her brothers. This of course meant she was allowed to do more out on her own. But she knew if she had lost that trust with her parents, then she wouldn’t be able to do anything.. For a very long time. That’s part of the reason why she never accepted any drinks, a cigarette, or drugs. Though she had always been curious as to what it was like, she was too afraid of what her parents might do, and what it might do to her. Two of her brothers were already addicted to something. One was addicted to drugs, another was an alcoholic, and she saw what that did to their family. What would happen if she was to get addicted to something? Exactly why she never trusted anything that has been offered to her.

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[SPENCER LEON EVERETT]

_{THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION}

( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated

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The boy was trying to figure out what he was going to do today. He wasn't going back home that was for sure. He would try to find himself a place to stay maybe at one of his....not really friends house. Fuck, he had no friends. Okay, he had a few but none that would probably want to deal with his craziness. He didn't really mean to be crazy, things happened that way. He wasn't even entirely sure how he got friends. He knew he didn't make them....at all if he did it was a shock really, because he was sure he had some anti friend repellent on him and only some people could get passed through it or something like a force field, circling him like...a...a orb. Spencer just tried to shake the thoughts from his head and tried to figure out his plans. He could chill at the skate park for a few hours, still Joe gets home and falls asleep. He knows the man's routine so well, that if he just stayed out for some hours, he could avoid getting hurt. So, with that, he decided to just avoid him. For ever...maybe...Well, until he came in and woke Spencer up for school. That was the only responsible thing he did and that was to wake him up for fucking school. It was impossible to get any ounce of appreciation from Spencer anyways, maybe that was why Joe just hated him, although if he hated him so much why didn't he get rid of him? Ship him off to his aunts or some stupid shit like that. It would benefit the two of them, Spence would go without bruises on his stomach and a black eye (which he blamed on skateboarding or getting into a fight) and Joe wouldn't have to deal with his train wreck of a step son, yes he considered himself a train wreck. He wasn't really that bad, but he was bad enough to call himself a train wreck. It was just his life maybe. He wasn't doing so bad himself, he was just a normal teenager pissed off at the world and not knowing how to handle it at that well. He really just blamed his parents. That's where it ended all up for Spencer, his parents. The root of his problems.

If they had stayed together, and stayed in New York, he was pretty sure he would be nothing like that. He wouldn't be sitting here with a cigarette dangling from his lips in this shit of a town. He wanted to go back to New York, but was that ever going to happen? Probably not unless he went to go visit his dad. Which was not going to happen. He told Spencer to cut the shit then he could come see them. The two had gotten into a fight, he had said Spencer should of cleaned up, Spencer told him to shut the hell up and just talk to him. The whole thing turned into a battle between and his dad. All in all, he realized how much he meant to his dad, which was nothing. Well the root of all evil. Maybe he left his mom for that entire reason, him. Spencer took another drag. He thought about this way too much. Maybe if he wasn't mulling over his problems, and actually trying to do something other than getting angry, he'd be better off, although. He wasn't sure about that. He ran a hand through his hair again, moving his bangs. He lifted his eyebrow and shrugged. "Don't really care. Now do I?" He said with a shrug of his shoulders. He glanced at her as she set her bag down and crossed her arms. "Sorry, everybody looks short." He told her as he leaned against the wall. Biting his bottom lip and looking at the sky for a moment. "Spencer....New student I'm guessing?" He asked her, since he had never seen her before. He looked looked at her again, she was pretty cute. Except, well. Spencer wasn't the one to go after chicks all that much. He did, but not all the time.

Spencer looked at the girl, she looked to be like...one of those too good girls, the goody two shoes. Totally boring, no one that Spencer would consider taking to. Spencer chewed on the inside of his cheek. He just shrugged his shoulders again. "Well, I had detention, I mean, you look like you had detention. They stick me in a room alone with some idiot teacher, solitary confinement sort of thing, although I just annoy him till he lets me out for a smoke. Then after this, I'm just going to leave." He said laughing. "I've done this before....They decided to take me out of normal detention after I caused two fights." He shrugged his shoulders again. He was a trouble maker, a extreme trouble maker. He didn't even hang out with the troublesome crowd....He hung out with his own crowd.


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WORDS! eight thirty nine
STATUS! complete
NOTES! :]
TAGS!madisyn
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
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[MADISYN RAE WILLIAMS]

In all of her sixteen years of living, Madisyn had never gotten into a physical fight. Okay, besides when she was little and her brothers would pick on her and she’d try to beat them up. But she didn’t exactly count those as “fighting”. Neither was wresting considered fighting to her. Madi was a playful person when she was with the people closest to her. Wrestling was definitely something that she loved to do with her friends just because it was something that was fun to do while she was with her friends. Though it was mostly with boys because well... She hated to lose things, and most of the guys she would wrestle with would let her win, not to mention she found it pretty awkward when she would get that close with a girl. Verbal fights were another thing though. Verbal fights, well she got into them a lot; particularly with her family. Typically when people saw Madisyn, they would just automatically assume that she was little and that she couldn’t put up a good fight. Though when you got the girl started, she couldn’t stop. She was pretty good at coming up with stuff on the spot. Her history teacher in ninth grade told her she would be good for the debate team, though she never did take that up. She still thought that she was good at arguing, even though sometimes she didn’t like to argue. Other times, depending on the subject, and who with, she did. Despite her small size, when you got this girl going, it was certainly hard to stop her.

“Clearly you don’t care. Not until your thirty years old and you’re dying from all the shit in your lungs.” Another thing that Madisyn was good at was pissing people off. Weather she was trying to or not, she had a way of pissing someone off. In this case, she wasn’t exactly trying to piss the boy off. She hardly knew him. It wasn’t like she was asking for an enemy… She was just pointing out the facts. “It’s just the smoke getting to your head.” She glanced over in his direction and then smirked to let him know she was some what joking. She really wasn’t trying to piss him off, but in a way, she was trying to get him to realize smoking was bad. No matter who it was, she would tell them the facts about what they were doing. That is if she was educated on the subject, and drugs and smoking cigarettes was something she was well educated on because of the fact that her siblings were big on that kind of stuff and she learned a lot just being around them. “Actually I’m returning. I’ve lived here my whole life. I left at the end of my ninth grade year and I’m just coming back. Today’s actually my first day back.” A simple “returning actually” would have been fine, but because Madisyn was known to ramble on about useless stuff that nobody cared about, she decided to go into exactly when she left and came back, not like he cared.

Once the boy started to talk again, Madisyn’s mind wandered to why she was still there talking to him. He didn’t seem like he wanted to continue talking to her, and her original plans were to just go tell him that smoking was bad, and then she was going to leave. But for some reason, she wasn’t ready to go home yet. For once she just wanted to go do something random and fun. Maybe she would annoy this boy to the point where he would give her some idea as of what to do that night, or maybe even come with her to do something. Hah, the thought of him coming to do something with her was totally something that shouldn’t have even crossed her mind. Never would she be caught hanging out with some guy who seemed to be the kinda guy girls her age should stay away from. “You sound pretty bad ass.” She said sarcastically. Even though he did kind of intimidate her, she would never admit it. At least seriously anyways. “I just kind of left too. Don’t exactly want to stay there.” Now she was just thinking up of random stuff to think about until she figured out what she wanted to do next. Either she could leave and go home, stay and talk to the boy about his smoking and how bad it was for him, or the most appealing option; Bug the male into coming and doing something with her. She had decided while she was sitting in detention, that she was going to be different. She wasn’t going to be the little innocent girl everybody made her out to seem. She was going to do something wild. Something that nobody would ever think of Madisyn Williams to do. That Madisyn, was going to come out that night.

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[SPENCER LEON EVERETT]

_{THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION}

( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated

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As you could see, Spencer wasn't the perfect role model for kids. Actually, he was a pretty bad one. His whole 'fuck off' attitude caused extreme problems in school. He wasn't a bully, but he wasn't nice. It wasn't like he targeted one person and actually, it was whoever pissed him off that day and it could be absolutely anyone and he could snap. Would he say sorry? Probably not. He was too much of a asshole for it and of course he was called a asshole for it but it never bothered him. He was immune to name calling he thought it was pathetic and if you were going to call him a name you might as well just earned yourself a spot in the nurses office because he would just hit the person. Unless it was a girl. He had a no hitting girls rule. He watched it happen to his mom and he would never let himself get that low. If it was boys, alright that was fine, but goes. No, he hated guys who did that, who decided that hitting a girl would be manly enough. He wanted to take them and rip them apart. But Spencer would NEVER tell anyone that. True, under his pessimistic, sarcastic, asshole personality there was a little bit of a big teddy bear. He would not let that out. He liked having people sort of afraid of him, if they were. He could be pretty horrifying he knew that, when he started fighting he could get scary, considering his brain never told him to stop so he couldn't...stop at all. It was odd how he just couldn't and kept fighting. He was pretty sure one of these days it would get him in trouble but he hadn't started a fight lately. He was being good with keeping his hands to himself. Which was a shocker for the whole administration of the school. A month without punching someone in the face? It was like a goal. He bet they felt like they made him into a good kid or something. But they were so wrong.

Spencer couldn't help but roll his eyes again. He honestly, didn't give a shit. He knew the side effects pretty well, and the fact that maybe shortening his life span was a good idea. Would he say that? Naw, he didn't want to get all deep in personal about his want to die early. Not in suicide, just early death. Some would say that smoking was suicide but he didn't care. It was a long term...suicide...thing, or that's what he thought. "Would rather me be sitting here and smoking weed? Or would you give me a long lecture on how it would kill my brain cells." He looked at her and threw the cigarette on the ground, stomping it out with the toe of his converse as he stuck his hands in his hoodie pockets and pulled out his phone, checking if he had any messages from anyone. Any human communication with someone he actually liked would be good. Although, saying he actually liked someone was pretty....rare. He didn't like many people. Unless he was high of course, then he was pretty friendly, although no one except for some handful of people ever saw that side of Spencer. He nodded when she told him he was returning. "Oh...okay. Returning from where? Ireland or...I dunno, midgetland." He said as he smirked at her. This was one of the many reasons why Spencer did not have many friends.

Spencer was a little confused he hadn't made her cry yet. Yeah, even though he didn't hit chicks, he seemed to make them cry. Which was probably why he never had a girlfriend. Which made sense, who would want a boy who made them cry. You would have to be mentally deficient for that. Putting the thoughts to the back of his head, he almost wanted to light up again and then walk away. He was done with the conversation and just wanted to go and find one of his friends to hang out with. "It's a title I've worked for" He told her as he looked down at the ground and pulled the hood over his head, shaking the dark hair from his eyes once again. he really should get it cut. Although, he wasn't exactly sure how he was going to do that. "Yeah well, detention isn't really the definition of fun unless you know how to fuck with them." Which is typically why he sometimes enjoyed getting a idiot teacher for detention. He just liked screwing with them all.

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[MADISYN RAE WILLIAMS]

Weed and cigarettes were completely different in her mind. Madisyn probably wouldn’t tell anybody that they would have a greater chance of her smoking weed then her smoking a cigarette. “The non-existing brain cells you have? Yeah.” She looked over at him and gave a small smile so he wouldn’t think she was completely serious. She could be a bitch if she really wanted to be, but right now, she was partly joking around about it “I’d rather people smoke weed then cigarettes. Weed isn’t as bad for you.” She shrugged and then picked at the grass next to her looking down at the ground. Yeah, marijuana and tobacco were both natural, but the tobacco grew on your lungs and was addictive, weed wasn’t as addictive and it killed brain cells, if you smoked enough of it which he probably had. “But if you want me to lecture you, just hit me up anytime, I’d love to.” She said sarcastically with a smile. Of course she couldn’t ever see anyone actually telling her they wanted to be lectured, but she would do it weather they wanted her to or not, she wasn’t one to care that much about what people wanted her to do and what they didn’t want her to do.

“Ireland? Damn I’d love to go there. I’ve always wanted to go there actually. There’s such thing as midget land?” Once she asked that her eyes widened. She actually was being serious when she questioned the whole ‘midget land’ thing. She was quite gullible when it came to that kind of stuff. She found it more entertaining then insulting at that point. Madisyn didn’t think she was that short. Sure she was shorter than an average teenager her age, but she wasn’t THAT short. She didn’t find it all that bad though. She actually really enjoyed being kind of short. Kind of helped when trying to fit in boxes or when playing hide and go seek. Even though she couldn’t reach the top of shelves or in high places, it was just an excuse to ask some cute guy to get something for her. “I was in the hospital.” The words just kind of tumbled out of her mouth before she actually thought about what was going to say. She felt her face heat up before she stood up again. If he was to ask why she was in the hospital, she’d simply just change the subject. It wasn’t like it was his business anyways. Besides, now that he knew her name, he would probably hear the next day in school why she was supposedly in the hospital.

With a roll of her eyes, Madisyn crossed her arms over her stomach again. “Typical guy.” She muttered under her breath before looking up at the sky to see it start to get cloudy. “Is detention ever fun?” She could just act like she’s had detention many times before, and she could act pretty badass if she tried. He probably was thinking in his mind ‘oh she’s so innocent, never done anything bad in her life, rats out everyone, always going to stay that way and have no friends.’ She automatically just assumed everyone thought that way. Suddenly an idea popped into her mind, “Let’s go do something.” It was a spur of the moment thing, something that she actually wanted to do. Weather the boy agreed to or not, she would bug him into coming to do something with her. That’s when she turned to look at him and looked him in the eye. “I’m being serious too. I don’t wanna stand around here all day. I wanna actually do something, something fun and different!” By now she was probably freaking the boy out with her random outburst of wanting to go do something with him.

That’s when she noticed exactly how hot he was. Madisyn never really thought about the type of guy she was ‘interested in’. Then she caught gaze drifting down towards his lips and before she realized what she was doing, she was standing on her tip toes and kissing him dead on the lips. This was of course something that she’s never done. She’s never kissed a boy, and she never thought she’d have her first kiss (if you wanted to call it that) with a complete stranger. Madi quickly pulled away and then bit down on her lip while she looked anywhere but as his gaze. Instead of apologizing like she normally would have, she just shrugged and then picked up her bag. This was the new Madi. The one that wasn’t going to care what people thought at all, and was going to do whatever she wanted to, when she wanted to. No matter how outrageous it was.

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[SPENCER LEON EVERETT]

_{THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION}

( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated

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Now, Spencer wasn't a big pothead. He smoked pot, but not that much, only when he could afford it and every few weeks if friends offered it. But other than that he wasn't big on smoking weed, he was more of a drinking guy and even then he didn't drink that much too. He had his thing about reserving alcohol so he would get drunk faster. Four Loko Fridays are also when he drank but he skipped the last one so his tolerance wasn't built up. Spencer worked out a system. To insure maximum drunkenness without dying. Needless, to say. It worked basically. Every third week of the month Spence would devote it to drinking, coming in drunk every day and then sober up the next week, drink four loko on four loko friday and then repeat the whole process again. It was hard for him, considering he liked drinking but that's where his cigarette's came in and helped him out with the need to drink. It wasn't because he was a alcoholic but it helped with just pushing all the mean thoughts out of his head, which might benefit some people at times. Spencer just rolled his eyes again, he felt like that might be something he was going to have to get use to if she kept talking. "Well, good thing I really don't smoke weed then, no doubt you'd give me another lecture on that dangers of the pot." He waved his hands in the air to emphasize himself...even though he wasn't entirely sure how that was emphasizing anything. "Oh I sure will, what is it? one eight hundred Call for a square or something like that?" He said with a cheeky grin. He had a knack for being a jackass he really did.

He stared at her for a moment, realizing well....She was serious about midgetland. Well, now, Spencer had two option A; be cruel and continously convince her that yes there is in fact a midgetland off the coast of Australia or B; just tell her she was a idiot for actually thinking that. Since Spencer was a unusually cruel person. He went for the first choice. "Oh yeah, it's just off the coast of Australia, like...Northeast a little bit, two hundred miles. Only can be reached by plane and cruise ship, although they only allow midgets on there. No tall people allowed, decreases their self esteem because people are tall. But not the captains though, of the ships and planes. They need to see out the window thing so...they use tall people." Maybe that's why he did so good in creative writing, he was pretty good at making things up by himself, especially things that seemed weird, like that. Who would actually believe him? Probably a few gullible people, they usually did. The hospital...who would be in the hospital for so long. "Bad car accident..or something?" He asked her as he looked down the street to see if his step father's car was at the house. That was one of the good things about living close to the school. He could see if the crazy man was home.

He shook his head. "Darling, I am not a typical guy. Believe me, if I was typical I would of shot myself in the head already." He said shaking his head. He didn't know what a typical guy was but he was not a typical one. He was probably the most untypical guy in the world well most of them. He didn't like playing video games or sports. He hated doing man shit. In all honesty, he hated guy shit or typical guy shit and that was it. Spencer had been told to be more of a guy and he just never did because he didn't care all that much for it and he knew that annoyed his step father because he didn't have a football playing student council representative cookie cutter son. There was no way that Spencer would ever fit in with that and he was glad that he never did. He would of turned into one of the worse people ever if he did and he hated the fact that everyone liked the football players, he couldn't stand them and he wouldn't be able to stand being one of them. He looked at her again when she stated she wanted to go do something and then she was serious. "Well....do it without me unless you actually want me to come along, then I'd say you are pretty brave." He told her as he scratched the back of his head and wondered if he had anymore of that concoction of energy drink and jack daniels in the water bottle in his bag, or if he had any alcohol in his bag. He bet he didn't though. But that was fine he didn't need it.

Of course, Spencer was caught a little off guard when she looked at him, even more so when she kissed him. His guy part of his brain turned its gears as he kissed her back and then watch her pull away. Then the Spencer part of his brain pulled in and he snapped out of whatever guy thing he was in. To look at her with a dumbfounded stare. "What the hell was that?" He said as he watched her pick up her bag. "Do you have some like...thing with kissing strangers or something! Because, I would like a bit of warning before someone kisses me...Just FYI" He said as he ran a hand through his hair. Girls they confused Spencer to no end
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[MADISYN RAE WILLIAMS]

There was a few times where Madisyn had thought about smoking weed. Before she had gone into the hospital, two of her brothers that were still in high school used to smoke it all the time. At this time, Madisyn hadn’t been eating, and so she didn’t want to even take the chance of smoking and getting sick because well, she hadn’t known the facts about weed and she thought she could die from it from smoking it once. Though now that she knows different, she probably would smoke given the chance. She would of course make sure she was smoking with someone she trusted, like one of her brothers or a very good friend, and that was only if it was offered to her. She wasn’t going to go out of her way to go looking for a chance to smoke it. “Of course I’d lecture you, its what I do best.” She rolled her eyes at her own statement. “Well good then. Now I don’t have to come up with the random shit from my mind to bitch about.”

At his next statement about midget land, her eyes got wide as she listened to him describe what it was like there. The sad thing was, she believed every word he was saying. That was up until he was talking about the pilots having to be tall. Her eyes narrowed and she glared at him. “Not funny.” She put her hands on her hips and then shook her head. She was really gullible, she would admit that, but this was just sort of embarrassing. But instead of letting it really get to her, she tried to play it off as she knew he was joking, and she was just playing along. “I knew that. You see, I was just wondering how creative your mind was. After all, I don’t typically enjoy talking to boring people.” She shrugged her shoulders. Madisyn was only trying to play it off; she wasn’t actually trying to insult the guy. Then at his next statement about being in a car accident, she felt her face heat up a little. But instead of denying it, she just ignored the comment and hoped he wouldn’t bring it up again. If she was to deny it now, he would ask what happened, and then she would probably let it slip of what actually happened, and she really didn’t want anyone to know the real truth.

“I could have guessed that. You really don’t seem to be like a lot of guys.” This confused her a little bit. She had always thought that every guy was alike in some way, and he was; to a certain point. She couldn’t exactly be sure about him being like most guys or not because she had known him for not even an hour and she was already telling herself that he wasn’t like most guys. “No, I want you to come with me and do something. Something, anything. By this point, I’ll fly to fucking Australia. I just want to do something!” Another thing that Madisyn very rarely did, was cuss. But for some reason it had just slipped out. She wasn’t actually being serious about going to Australia. She just was trying to prove a point that she was pretty much up for anything at this point because she wanted to do something completely different. She didn’t want to sit around being boring anymore. Madisyn was tired of the same old routine every day, and now that she’s back, she could do anything she wanted to. She just didn’t want to do them alone.

Kissing Spencer was the most outrageous thing she had done in… well probably her entire life. Madisyn wasn’t the kind of girl to do that random of a thing. Maybe if she had already had her first kiss, and if she wasn’t so shy around guys she liked, then she might have kissed random cute guys like Spencer. But considering it was her first kiss, and she had just met him, that was considered crazy, outrageous even for her. Though she didn’t mind at all considering she had thought he kissed back. She didn’t exactly know for sure because well… it was a first and she had no experience. But it really felt like he had. All that was going on now was her heart who started to beat really fast. She took a deep breath and then dared to look up at him again with a smile. She wasn’t going to apologize for what she had just done, that was another thing that she was going to start doing. She wasn’t going to say sorry for anything unless it was an accident. This surely, was not an accident. She actually enjoyed it, and almost wanted to kiss him again, but Madi decided it would be best that she just sort of forgot about the whole thing. “Yes, I totally go around kissing every stranger I meet. Actually just the hot ones.” Of course she was just being sarcastic, and she hoped that he had caught on. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he was already freaking out about the whole kiss, she would have told him that it was her first kiss. At the same time though, she didn’t want to be thought of as ‘the little innocent girl’. Now her brothers could stop giving her shit for never having her first kiss. “So anyways… Want to forget that happened?” She looked up at him and chewed on her lower lip. Now that a little bit of time had passed since the kiss, she was able to calm down a bit and realize that she shouldn’t have done it, but at the same time she wanted to kiss him again. Madi quickly pushed that thought out of her mind and just hoped that he would go along with it and forget about what had just happened in the previous moment.

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