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[victor shane simmons]

this pain is just too real;
i can't stand it

Shane gave a painful grunt as he limped out of the nurse’s office. He had just been fooling around outside on his skateboard and he must have not been looking since he had suddenly found himself flying through the air. He hadn’t had any kind of pad on either so he impacted clear on the harsh pavement. Everyone who had been around had gasped. Shane was normally so smooth on his board, him falling wasn’t something normally seen. They had all rushed around him, trying to see if he was hurt. He hadn’t thought he was, but he’d been mistaken. When he tried to stand, a piercing pain had surged through his leg. When he looked down at it, he found that there was a sizable gash on his knee that was bleeding. His friends had rushed him to the nurse’s room tog et patched up, but eventually had to leave when the bell to class had rung.

That was why he was limping down the hallway by himself. His knee had been patched up, a bandage wrapped around it and the nurse had even offered to call his parents to come pick him up. He’d declined. Both his parents were busy working and he didn’t want to disturb them. He glanced up at one the clocks that were in the hallway and frowned. He was going to be late, but he figured his note was good enough for his next teacher. Hopefully. His next teacher wasn’t known for being particularly gracious. Shane sighed as he shouldered his bag, stumbling a little at the weight. It was hard to keep his balance and he was scared he might fall again, which was not a good thing.

Someone was walking down the hall, someone he didn’t know, so he didn’t pay them any attention. They knocked against him, even though there was quite enough room for the both of them to walk comfortable. His bag fell tot eh floor, the contents spilling out. “Hey! Watch where you’re going, jerk!” he called, not getting any answer in return. “Lousy son of a-” Shane groaned as he tried to bend down and gather his things. It was proving futile and he suddenly wished a friend of his, or just some random person, came by and helped him.

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[lucy eloise black]

don’t stop believing,
hold on to that feeling
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Lucy tapped her pencil against the top of her note book, eyes flicking to the clock above her head. She wondered if anyone actually took notes in this class… her eyes wondered the room. It looked like the nerd sitting in front of her was really getting in to taking notes about the Revolutionary War but everyone else was either asleep or looking miserable. Lucy was part of the latter group. Her white haired, big bellied teacher was droning on and on about some general who changed the history of America… yada yada yada. Lucy’s leg began to twitch up and down in an annoying fashion. She had to get out of there, and fast. Lucy’s hand shot up in the air and she asked to go to the restroom in a panicked fashion. The teacher looked uncomfortable and told her that she could go. He did not even see Lucy gather all of her belongings before she rushed out of the room.

Lucy skipped out into the empty hall feeling quite liberated. A few people had shot her dirty looks as she walked out because they knew exactly what she was up to, Lucy had no intention of going back to class. She knew the class was so big that her teacher would forget that she was gone, and if she did get caught Lucy had full confidence in her ability to talk her way out of it. With a large smile on her face Lucy walked down the halls. She had no idea where she was going or what she intended to all she knew was that she was free from class and it felt damn good. There were not many people in the hall, but whenever Lucy did pass someone she offered them eye contact and a warm smile, not something that most New Yorkers were used to.

Lucy rounded the corner of the hall nearing the nurse’s office, planning to get something at the vending machine near there, and caught sight of something that made her gasp. There was a boy, one a little older then herself, grimacing in pain and half bent over the contents of a spilled bag. Lucy took another moment to notice his knee was wrapped up in a rather heavy duty bandage. Lucy rushed over, the bottom of her flat boots slapping against the floor. “Here let me help you.” Lucy put a light hand on the boy’s shoulder to restrain him from bending over further. With that she sunk to her knees and began gathering his belongings, the colorful bracelets on her arm rattling as she did so.

Lucy vaguely recognized the boy, she had seen him around before, she could not quite place a name to the face. He had always seemed nice enough, from what she had seen of him anyway. She wondered what could have hurt him so badly and why he was still here at school if he could not even bend over because of his knee.


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[victor shane simmons]

this pain is just too real;
i can't stand it

Shane had leant over again to see if he could reach his bag when he felt a hand on his shoulder, keeping him from going lower. He straightened up, a groan escaping from his mouth as his knee protested to being bent and moved. He looked down at the girl who had decided to take the time to help him, only seeing a mass of dark hair. He watched her pick up all his things, feeling a little useless. He had never been too comfortable with people helping him unless he asked for it, which he usually didn’t. When your parents worked the majority of the time, you learned how to do things by yourself.

“Uh, thanks,” he muttered, a little comfortable. He didn’t recognize the dark haired girl, but figured she as younger than him. He was fairly familiar with older students and she had that look about her that said ‘Freshman’. Plus, there was something about her face that reminded him of a little kid; she probably hadn’t hit ‘it’ yet, which was the collective term that sent high school girls from little girl to hot chick. Or baby mama, or sexy lady, or any other kind of slang term that they could think of. He figured she was only a year or two away from it.

He noticed that she had a bunch of stuff with her, that looked like her things. Was she leaving school? Shane shrugged to himself. He really didn’t care what she was doing. Maybe she had an appointment, maybe she as being checked out, it didn’t really matter. “You didn’t have to help,” he said after a moment, unnerved with the silence. He really wasn’t one for quiet times; he liked a little bit of noise. Actually, he liked a lot of noise, that was why his parents had invested in ear plugs and headphones for them. “I would have been able to reach it,” he added. “Eventually.”

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[lucy eloise black]

don’t stop believing,
hold on to that feeling
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Lucy could not help but notice the boy’s uncomfortable nature and she wondered if he thought she was strange for helping him. New Yorkers did not tend to be the most friendly or helpful people around so Lucy was not exactly surprised. He thanked her awkwardly and Lucy offered him a crooked smile in return, and began to brush off her legs and straighten her clothing. ”It’s no problem.” She hauled her purse back over her shoulder since it had slipped off in the action. She waited in awkward silence for the boy to say something.

Finally, when the boy did speak Lucy was rather taken aback. He said that he had not needed her help after all. Meaning he would rather act all tough and macho then be helped by a freshman girl. Lucy had to laugh a little and this and she crossed her arms over her chest, popping her hip out to one side. “Oh don’t worry, I didn’t do it for you. It was all for the good karma thing you know… add to my chi or whatever.” Lucy hoped the older boy realized she was pocking fun at him, but she would not be surprised if he in fact did not catch on, most people in the school didn’t. She tossed her curls behind her head again, “But if you prefer I could throw your crap on the ground and kick you in the shins, but that might be risking my ass in the future I hope you know, karma is a…. well you know.”

At the last part Lucy could not help but laugh. It took a great deal to upset her and a ornery older boy certainly was not going to throw her off her day. She had a feeling he was not quite as intimidating as he would like everyone to believe, then again it took a lot to intimidate Lucy Black. Lucy could not help but wonder what happened to the boy and why he had not gone home but she did not want to pry… at least not yet. Shrugging slightly she offered him a hand to shake. “I’m Lucy by the way.”



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[victor shane simmons]

this pain is just too real;
i can't stand it

Shane chuckled a little at her comment. He was a little surprised at the remark, he figured she would have just rolled her eyes and stalked away. “Well I’m glad you didn’t,” he said, shifting his things around until he had his bag slung over his shoulder comfortably. “Because, if you had, well, you probably wouldn’t be walking around school next week,” he said, a small grin on his face. Shane was kidding of course, but only slightly. Around here, you don’t mess with people who could do harm to you, but if you did, you must have a death wish. Shane himself had never gone so far as to permanently hurt someone, but there had been times when he wish he had.

“Well, good to see you Lucy, I’m Shane,” he said after she had introduced herself. It was a nice name, kind of old fashioned, but nice enough. He wondered briefly if that was even her real name. He knew a lot of people went by nicknames or just made up names all together. He went by his middle name and, in fact, the only people who did call him Victor were his maternal grandparents in Jersey. “So, were you goin’ somewhere?” he asked her, motioning to all her things. He wasn’t worried about coming off as nosy, because he was.

Shane was a big gossip. He liked finding stuff out about people, then either getting something for it, or spreading it around. Hey, if you had some kind of STD, it was in the public’s, well the schools, best interest if everyone knew about. He didn’t mean for it to be mean or anything, and if it came out that way and someone had a problem with it, they could talk to him. Would he listen? Probably not. He knew where his boundaries were though, and he respected them. “Or were you just hopin’ to skip out on the rest of classes?”

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