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”Andy!”

The young woman growled under her breath, knowing very well whose voice was sounding out behind her. Her twin brother had this odd idea of what disowning was, thinking he still had a right to walk up to her and talk to her like she was the scum of the earth. So far, she'd been able to avoid him. He worked so very hard on his school that he was just not around most of the time. But now, he'd just happened to run into her in the hall between classes. And as they were both in college, between classes lasted over an hour right now. The wind girl didn't stop walking, just narrowing her eyes and keeping her gaze on the doors in front of her.

”Andy!”

”I'm disowned.” She called back, ”Funny that someone so smart can't quite grasp the meaning of such a juvenile word.” Then, she added under her breath, ”I mean really, it's not even a big word.”

”Andrea Skye, you will turn around and listen to me.”

The voice was haughty, and it sounded very much like her father's. But that wasn't the reason she stopped walking. She knew it was Aaron, the little bitch. Andy tilted her head, made a little 'tch' noise, and turned to look into her taller brother's eyes. He looked down at her with all the disdain and maliciousness only a brother could give. He knew she didn't like that name. He knew that the reason she didn't like that name was because that was what her father and mother called her. Used to call her. Whatever. Real rage welled up inside her, peaking just as Aaron was opening his mouth to speak. He didn't get the chance, though, because her fist shot out like lightning and caught him square in the nose.

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A little while later found Andy sitting up in on the cliffs that overlook the lake. She had both her legs swung out over the side, though that didn't bother her at all. The light breeze was pushing at her back, but that didn't bother her either. No, she was perfectly stable, other than the anger that was still welled up inside her. It was very odd, how easily Aaron could bring out the worst in her. For such a patient girl, she was not able to keep her cool in his presence. And it was all because he knew how much it hurt her to be on her own. The bastard.

Letting out another little growl, Andy decided she was not going to calm down anytime soon. At least not on her own. So she pulled out her phone, rooting through the contacts until she came upon someone she thought might be able to make her feel better. Then she sent his a quick text: “You. Skip whatever boring-to-hell class you have next and come to the cliffs.” She'd been tempted to tell him to bring some bitchy little ninth grader to the cliffs to push off, but she was just a little bit worried her might take her seriously. Not worth it, not over text.

So, she sat back and waited. Maybe he'd be willing to bitch at her for awhile. Might make her feel better.

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[brett]

Brett didn't like today. Really, there wasn't even a point to him going to school anymore this year. He'd probably already skipped enough days that he wouldn't be able to graduate. He really wasn't sure if that were true or not, but it wasn't like he wanted to be out of this school anyway. It had excitement, and a decent town, and most people he knew were here. It wasn't like he'd go to the college, after all. He didn't have the kind of income for that, and if this was his last year, it meant that he would have to face reality at one point or another. He'd put that off until he absolutely had to though. Really, Brett had to wonder why he was in English class right now. He didn't care how much people enjoyed the works of Shakespeare, it would never come in handy in day to day life. All Brett really thought that he needed was music class, math, how to control his powers better, and maybe something that taught him how to survive on pennies a day. If they'd only assigned classes like those, he might have gave a damn about attendance.

Brett was having trouble staying awake as his teacher droned on monotonously. Really, he just needed to get out of here. He was checking the clock every thirty seconds. God, he needed a cigarette. This was just like every other class every day of his life though. It was amazing that he'd even made it this far into his high school career with the lack of care he had for his own education. Every time he blinked, Brett felt that his eyelids were heavier. That they were closing for a bit longer each time. He felt his head bobbing as he managed to catch himself before he collided his face against his desk. This was him actually trying in school. A lot of classes were just nap times for him. That got him his fair share of detentions, and his fair share of failing grades, but if they wanted him to pay attention, they should have made everything more interesting. Or taught things that mattered. Things that he'd use.

Brett's phone vibrated in his pocket, and he quickly and discreetly pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked his texts. It took him a moment to recognize the name of whoever it was that sent him the message, but he realized that it was a girl he'd met at a party before. "Be right there," he sent a text, before heading out. Even if it was a stranger or deranged homicidal maniac, he still would have cut and gone to the cliffs anyway, it wasn't like there was anything better he could do. Brett simply gathered up his things and walked out of the room, gathering the attention of all of the other kids in class, and of his teacher. There'd be hell to pay for that one later, so this girl owed it to him to keep him entertained. He stopped at his dorm to drop his backpack off, and to grab his keys and smokes. He arrived at the cliffs, stepping out of his beaten up blue camero that was older than he was. Seeing as it was a school day, there really wasn't anyone else here, so it wasn't hard to find the one girl in this otherwise empty area. Brett approached and sat beside her. "Hey, what's up?" he asked coolly.

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She really hadn't expected her text to be answered. Yes, her previously spoiled personality had retained some amount of her usual expectation that people would do what she told them to no matter what, but Brett hardly knew her. And he seemed like the rebellious sort who would do the exact opposite of anything he was told just because he could. So it was a pleasant surprised for her to find her phone buzzing and beeping at her—she had to make it a little obnoxious, or else she wouldn't notice it—soon showing the three words of compliance very clearly. A mirthless little smile hit her lips, but then she stuffed her phone back in her jeans pocket and leaned back on her palms. Depending on where he was, it could be quite awhile before he actually made it there.

The wind graduate was just about to start talking sarcastically to the tops of the trees far, far below her, when she heard the faint noise of a car pulling up. Finally... A little pseudo-scowl found it's way onto her face as she pulled her legs up off the side of the cliff and scooted herself so that she could safely look behind her. As soon as Brett came into view, she huffed, ”What are you driving, a scooter? You'd think it would take less than a half-hour for a boy to find his way to the cliffs—or haven't you been coming here for that past four years?” Somehow, she managed not to sound absolutely insulting, though the accumulating anger from musing about her brother was making it harder to be quite as witty as usual. So she waited until the boy had sat down next to her and spoken.

”Oh love, life, and the pursuit of happiness, I guess.” She said, her voice dripping with double meaning, ”I'd love to give a whole life story, but the truth is I am just too lazy for it right now. Besides, even if I wanted to I wouldn't be able to concentrate my thoughts around the ever-burning desire to shove a certain she-man off this cliff.” Yes, she was running her mouth. But she didn't much care about what Brett thought of her, and as long as she talked there was a good chance that sooner or later they would strike a chord and something interesting would happen. As it was, she wasn't even looking at the boy she'd called over, just beckoning out over the scenery, ”Life is sugar-coated hell sometimes.”

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[brett]

Brett wasn't the kind of person who was contrary just for the sake of being contrary. While he tended not to give a fuck what other people wanted, he was always more than happy to do something if it sounded appealing to him. He wasn't a rebel, he just tended to be in favor of doing whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. He never said yes to authority, but that was really the only exception. He wouldn't give the satisfaction to the people who thought that they owned him. That may have been a little childish, but when did he ever do anything mature at all? He never let himself be dominated, though people who knew the way he worked would have been able to pull his strings easily. He wasn't smart enough to see traps others had set, after all. Chilling with this kid would be a lot better than wasting away in a classroom. It was tough for Brett to sit still, and that meant that chilling at the cliffs with a pretty rebel girl would be perfect for him.

Apparently Brett hadn't arrived fast enough, and that really didn't phase him at all. Really, Brett couldn't give a damn whether or not he kept anyone waiting. He was always late no matter what the circumstance, so this girl should have started to expect less from him. He wasn't prompt. He wasn't dependable. He wasn't anything worth noting. He'd be late to his own funeral, and that was absolutely fine with him. No one ever seemed to care how little consideration he showed for just about everyone he knew, but this girl seemed to have a higher standard for him, and that was off putting. "Who comes to the cliffs anymore? Isn't it just some passionate lovey-dovey makeout spot?" Brett retorted. Really, he'd show up to the place every now and again, but it had always been for parties, and there hadn't been any in a while. Other than that, he only heard of it as a place for kids to express their innocent love for one another. And there was nothing innocent about Brett. Maybe he was wrong. He had no idea. There was always cliff diving, but no one seemed interested in that in the past.

Life, love, and the pursuit of happiness? That sounded dull. Brett didn't have to chase happiness, poor decisions brought that to him with no problem at all. He never worked for anything. Everything simply fell into his lap, otherwise it wasn't worth it. "You'll have to explain that one a bit more," he stated dryly. Maybe there was more to it that he just wasn't picking up. That was the case a lot. He pulled some cigarettes out of his pocket and placed one in his mouth, lighting up. "Oh please, do tell," Brett said in a muffled tone as he balanced his smoke in his mouth while speaking. He didn't really care if the girl wanted to share or not. It wouldn't matter. This had to be more fun than anything else he could end up doing. He took a drag of his cigarette. "No, it's a shit covered heaven. Everything's kind of wonderful in it's own grotesque and twisted way," he replied while breathing smoke. That was probably the most philosophical thing he'd said in his life, but he believed it strongly. Life wasn't horrible on its deepest level. It couldn't be. Everything was perfect, it just threw some curve balls and things tended to get ruined, but there was no reason to be grim about it. Not until you got to be thirty anyway.

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The wind graduate snorted—ladylike, she was sure—and said with a bit of disdain, ”Lovey make-out spot? Brett, if anyway tried to make out passionately on these cliffs they'd probably fall off.” Then she gained a bit of a thoughtful look. It wasn't long before she was continuing with, ”Although, not that I think about it, it does seem rather possible, doesn't it? I know a few couples I wouldn't mind towing up here to watch tumble off.” She was being a little more....morbid than she usually was. But her brother had that affect on her. At least she had someone to talk to, instead of just thinking to herself for the rest of the day.

Andy stretched, not caring one bit that her short shirt pulled up and revealed parts of her midriff to the world. ”Yeah, well, if I wanted to share my problems with someone who didn't give a shit I'd call up my mommy. I didn't tow you up here in order to complain, and while I reserve the right to change my mind at any moment, I've no doubt you'll just up and leave as soon as I start, eh?” She peered at him for a second. While she didn't really care about what he thought of her parade of words, she was a little miffed that he wasn't giving her anything interesting to work off of. An already angry Andy needed something more than her own mind to pull out the masterpieces that were her rebuttals. But they just weren't coming just now.

Time to be more genuine? Nah, it was never time for that.

”I'm sure you've felt it before.” She said, her gaze searching the treetops below them, ”That need to break a man's kneecaps with a crowbar? If you haven't, well, you're missing out. And if you have, well, I might just have a way for you to harness it for good one of these days.” No matter how good punching Aaron in the nose felt, she couldn't shake this need to actually humiliate him in some way that would get him to ignore her. All she needed was to be invisible to him—was that so much to ask?

Her brow raised in surprise, ”Well, stamp my ass and call me a cow. Brett? An optimist? Now, I've seen everything.” She said, quietly raising a hand to order the wind to blow the smoke out of her face. She really didn't like the smell of cigarette smoke. ”You truly feel that way about everything, even the cancer stick in your hand? 'Cause I tell you, you aren't going to be singing that tune when you're laid out with lung cancer. Maybe croaking, but definitely not singing.” She said with a wry smile.

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[brett]

Love and passion were separate in Brett's mind. A relationship was pretty much the idea of abstinence to him. Marriage meant castration. Any boy looking for love was a boy who wanted to be a eunuch. Brett had more or less thought of hands-free kissing that might have been a little heated at best. It was more or less the conservative fifties mentality, and he thought it was apparent in some of the students that he'd seen not only in the academy, but in Maple Hollow as well. He wasn't about to argue that though. Instead, he smiled and gave a soft laugh. "Bet I can prove you wrong," he joked. He'd actually have to try that some time. Some kind of hot and heavy kissing and petting could have been fun to try out on a cliff side, just to see if he'd fall off. Brett was a curious kid, and even something as stupid as risking his life kissing someone sounded interesting. He let out a laugh when the girl mentioned bringing couples up here just to see them fall. Brett's sense of humor was a dark one, and he wished more people shared that with him.

Brett gave a slight nod when Andy mentioned that she didn't want to share her emotions. Of course he didn't care, and if he had anywhere better to go, he'd definitely leave. But there wasn't anything else to do, so it was this or class. "It depends on how interesting your complaints are," he said honestly. It was good to know that he wasn't an emotional confidant though. If that were the case, Brett probably would've threw himself off of the cliff on which they sat. The need to hit someone with a crowbar? He'd hated a lot of people, and wanted to hurt them, but he hated weapons. His hands were sufficient in most cases. Still, an opportunity to beat someone up and win points with someone who seemed cool? That sounded great to him. "I guess I can understand. You should definitely hit me up if you ever need someone beaten down." Brett loved fighting. It was a rush, and the pain was well worth it. Not to mention, he was loyal to the people he liked, and while he was still on the fence about this girl, he was sure they'd be friends soon. That was pretty rare for him. He didn't associate well enough with a lot of kids to call them friends. Hell, even Altair, the girl that he considered the most similar to himself, wasn't his friend.

"My life rocks, what can I say?" Brett said coolly. Even the things that had gone wrong in his life were awesome. His losses made him stronger, and his victories tasted sweet. Everything was great for him. Then again, he tended to only have that kind of outlook when things were going alright for him. If someone had asked him how he looked at life while he was nursing the burn wounds that would later scar his arms and chest, courtesy of Joshua Dale, Brett may have said that everything was hell. That there was nothing good worth living for. That everything had to be destroyed. That last one tended to be his philosophy no matter what his mood was, though. Brett twirled his cigarette between his fingers for a second as the girl explained that he'd damage his lungs. His liver was probably more at risk than anything, actually. "I don't plan on living past thirty. I doubt cancer'll catch me before then." Brett took another drag as he stated this. He took note of the girl's aversion to the smoke, and turned his head before blowing it out. Still, that just pushed smoke back into his face. He got up and moved to the other side of her. Usually he wouldn't have cared if someone didn't like his smoking, but he was in a good mood. Also, it earned her points that she didn't ask him to stop or tell him to quit. She'd probably have ended up at the bottom of the cliff if she had.

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Notes:: I actually have muse today. This is so exciting!

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Andy's eyes narrowed. ”Oh?” She asked, her posture changing the slightest bit, gaining some cheekiness and mischief to it. She smirked at the boy, ”How are you going to that, then?” She couldn't think of a way right now without them just going at it, making out to their heart's content. Although, Andy might cheat a little bit. Not too fond of the idea of falling hundreds of feet to her death, she would probably end up blasting air toward the cliff, coming from the expanse beyond. With her power she could easy make such a powerful gale that it would shove her—and Brett—back onto the edge if they slipped a bit. Useful. ”Ah, a laugh.” She grinned at him. ”That's a good thing to hear. I was beginning to think you lacked any semblance of a funny bone.”

”Oh trust me,” She said, grimacing, as she leaned back onto her hands again, ”They'll be boring. Better just to make-believe everything's fine and dandy. And when that doesn't work, I might as well use my misery for a good cause. Such as making someone else rue the day they were born.” Hm, Brett's company was helping. While she wasn't trying to make him angry, he was still making it possible for her to vent with stupid and frustrated words. It was a good sort of compromise. Perhaps someday they'd be close enough that she would actually feel like telling him some of the more serious stuff in her life, but she doubted it. Andy just didn't work that way.

Although it was a little unexpected that he offered to beat someone up for her, Andy took it in stride. To be quite honest, it was a good feeling to know that a guy's got her back, even with her ability with wind. For all her confidence and fitness, Andy was aware that she was still a petite young woman. And she wouldn't be able to hold her own in a fight against her much larger brother. ”Well cool. Knowing me, you're going to get a lot of texts in the near future.” Something told her it would take a higher level of frustration than she'd yet reached to make her sic Brett on a dude. Even if that dude was her brother. But it was still a possibility. ”I hope you know I'm only partially joking.”

”Well, that makes one of us.” Andy still smiled as she said this, not really invested enough to show him how truly she felt that. But hey, life wasn't for people who bitched about their problems all the time, and Andy knew she had a good amount of stuff going for her, as well. Her job was better than no job at all, despite the times it hadn't felt like it. And let Andy be the first to say she was a gorgeous young lady. A gorgeous young lady with a way of moving that just made her superb. Yeah, she had an ego. Chuckling a little, Andy said, ”Well, that's ever so slightly morbid of you? What, you got a special ritualistic suicide planned for yourself, or are you just going to be that stupid in the next...what. Twelve years? How old are you, anyway?”

Then the wind graduate was silent for a few moments, taking in a deep breath as she stared as far off into the horizon as her eyes would show her. She leaned forward a bit, not worried at all as she put her elbows on her knees and looked down the cliff. Thanks to her balance and her strong core, the girl was very stable. Then again, if someone were to shove her she'd go toppling off. But she doubted chill-as-ice Brett would down anything like that. Not without provocation, anyway. Eventually, the young woman straightened up and smirked at him, ”So, wasn't there something you were going to prove to me?”

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[brett]

Brett wouldn't have liked the idea of cheating while undergoing the challenge of proving that he could hook up with someone and not fall off a cliff. That ruined half the fun. Really, everything just seemed better when there was a chance of death involved. Brett still wasn't suicidal, but a risk got his adrenaline going, and that was his favorite kind of high. Nothing compared to the feeling he got in a fight, or driving the wrong way down a road at fifty miles over the speed limit. He'd never mixed danger and passion, and he now had to wonder why. They were his two absolute favorite things, so why hadn't he combined them before? It didn't make sense not to. "Wanna find out?" Brett offered flirtatiously, meeting her eyes with his own and giving a smirk. No matter how much he lacked confidence in just about everything he did, when it came to flirting, fighting, and fucking, he knew that he could do no wrong. They were the fields he took pride in, and if the girl wanted to play his games, she'd get to see Brett at his absolute best. He laughed when Andy told him that she'd thought he lacked a funny bone. "Maybe if your were funnier, I'd be more likely to laugh," he jeered. Hopefully she'd take that as the joke it was meant to be, and not an actual insult.

Brett could certainly relate to the idea of using pent up rage for more productive things. And what was more productive than seeing all of your enemies beaten to a pulp? Andy had the right idea, a very Brett-like idea. He definitely made the right choice by coming here to spend time with her. They were definitely going to get along well. "That's a wonderful idea," Brett said with a roll of his eyes and a grin. He wasn't used to seeing people who were so outwardly destructive. Sure, there were a few cases, but it seemed that wild kids were hard to come by. Andy was more like him than he'd first realized, and that was a wonderful thing. When she told him that she was going to hold him to his offer of beating guys up for her, he couldn't help but feel excited. Still, he didn't want to be the guy she called no matter what. He didn't want to be known as her bitch. Brett was his own person, through and through, and though he was actually really easy to manipulate, most people didn't even bother. He served himself, and did whatever was in his best interest. Even when the wind student said she was only half joking, he felt that his reply pretty much remained the same."Looking forward to it, but I might have to charge you after I beat one or two guys. I can't just be doing this kind of thing for free, you know," he said nonchalantly, taking another drag of his cigarette.

Brett looked up at the girl in one of the most sober moments he could muster. That still wasn't much, but it was still something rare. "I guess I'll have to change that, won't I?" Brett knew that he wasn't the greatest person in the world, but he was certainly fun to hang around with. And since he thought Andy was fun to be around, he'd definitely be willing to help her at least get her life to be awesome like his. If you could call possible alcoholism and self-destructive behavior awesome, which he certainly could. People always thought that his death trip was morbid, and maybe it was. Maybe he was suicidal or dark or depressed, or maybe he just needed to stay excited. He needed to stay in a rock star mindset, otherwise he'd become satisfied. If he became satisfied, there would be a picket fence, and a mortgage, and a wife and kids. He was afraid of all of that. "I just can't see myself as an adult," he explained dryly. That was the easiest way of summarizing everything that was on his mind.

So it looked like Andy was going to hold him to his statement that he could definitely make out with someone up here without plummeting to his death. He was more than happy to prove his point when Andy would be assisting his example. "You're right, I was," he said with a smirk. Flicking his cigarette off of the cliff, Brett turned his attention to Andy. He snaked an arm around the girl's waist, and brought the other to the back of her head, pulling her toward him while he leaned toward her, meeting her lips with his own gently at first, but becoming more forceful quickly. Hopefully he'd be right, and they wouldn't fall off the cliff. Not until they were done anyway. That would have been a buzz kill.

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The young woman could have easily brushed it off, giving the excuse that she'd been pissed when he'd gotten here, and was only just getting over it, but there was no fund in that. True to form, she let a grin slide onto her features when he teased her, and she clicked her tongue, leaning toward him a bit a narrowing her eyes. ”I'm hilarious, and you know it. Or haven't you ever been around me while I'm at work on Joshua Dale?” She had a long-standing love-hate relationship with that guy. She loved him, and he despised the hell out of her. But it was so damn funny, because she could make him so pissed off with just a few choice words. Andy loved it. Surely Brett had heard of one of her exploits thus?

”I know right?” She laughed a bit, ”Nothing like screwing your life up more to brighten up your day, eh? Life would be nothing if it weren't for the thrills that come with the kicks in the pants.” The smile fell from her expression for a moment, and Andy actually frowned at the treetops in the distance. Who had she heard say that before? She hoped it wasn't one of her family members, because that would just be the cherry on top of the poop cake that was her day. Quoting Aaron. Now she knew she had no dignity. Or well. Putting a smile back on her face, Andy forced it from her mind as she placed her attention back onto the boy next to her. He would charge her? ”I'll pay you my ass.” She said, smirking at him. Then she chuckled, shaking her head a bit, ”Now that did not come out right. Although I might, if you do a good enough job.”

Shameless flirt, that was her. Andy knew her strengths, and her physical....sensuality was one of them. It was her professional opinion that dancers were the best in bed. All that stamina, all that flexibility.... Well. Only time would tell whether Brett would rise in her eyes to the level where he might experience it. For now, she might as well get some fun out of the conversation. While Andy was not one to normally be caught off-guard, she was a little surprised when Brett actually said he was going to have to help make her life better. Well that was...unexpected. She kept it from her face, though, only smiling and saying. ”Not as easy as it sounds, darling. I'm a desolate mix of halfway-morals and lost opportunities I'm afraid.” Halfway because despite her loathing of the job, she had still allowed herself to be a stripper. But she would never, ever be a prostitute.

Andy sighed a bit, ”You know, if you won't tell me your age I'm just going to have to assign one to you.” She peered at the boy closely for several seconds, letting it linger until just about the point it would get awkward, then turned her eyes away from him, saying decidedly, ”Eighteen.” And there it was. From now one, whether it was his real age or not, Andy would insist that he was nineteen. Not because she was stubborn enough not to believe the truth, but because she just liked to add in that extra little spice in her life. Made things worthwhile.

The way Brett just tossed his cigarette off the cliff and turned to her was somehow very sexy. A naughty smile bloomed onto Andy's lips in the moments before their lips met, mostly in response to the very welcome feeling of his arm wrapping about her waist. Even though they were sitting on the edge of the cliff, she felt very stable in the much larger guy's hold. There was no hesitation apparent when Andy leaned forward, accepting his kiss and returning it in kind. She allowed him to take the lead, allowed him to set the pace and boundary for exactly how passionate he wanted to go. Though she had not manifested any true romantic feelings for him, she did very much enjoy kissing him, feeling her own sort of passion enter into the gesture.

”Mmmm....” It was an involuntary sort of sound as they finally finished, a satisfied smile overcoming her features. Andy allowed the silence to reign for a moment or two, then look down the cliff side below them. ”Well, you were right. We didn't fall off. Point to you.”

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[brett]

Was this girl friends with Joshua Dale? Did it even matter who her friends were? Even if her best friends happened to be Brett's worst enemies, as long as they weren't at the same party or something, everything would be fine. Dale hated Brett a lot more than Brett hated Dale, but the fire kid was one of the few people that the pugnacious thunder student was afraid of. Brett had scars to give him a legitimate reason to be afraid. He'd been thrashed and torn a new one by Josh. Not that it was unprovoked, and even immature Brett was man enough to admit that he caused everything that had gone down, but it was still enough to make Brett want to leave with his tail between his legs if Josh were to walk into a room. He was never submissive. He never stood down. He never let anyone get the better of him. Josh Dale was the exception, and the fact that Andy hung around him was a little off putting. Still, he wasn't going to cower at the mention of the kid's name, or show that the kid had ever gotten to him, regardless what the marks on his arms and chest might have argued. Brett gave a small laugh to hide all of that. "Yeah, Josh and I aren't really on speaking terms," he said breezily. It was a lot easier than saying Josh Dale kicked my ass. Not to mention, word had gotten around about that thrashing, maybe she knew about it. Brett hoped she didn't. He also hoped that if she knew he was into fighting random people, that she'd have heard of his victories, but that was just his pride speaking.

Screwing life up to brighten the day? That seemed to be Brett's complete philosophy. His life was nothing but binging, and fighting, and poisoning himself, and whoring around, and that was the most beautiful thing in the world. He managed to fuck things up a lot, but as long as he lived in the moment, everything was sheer bliss. He smiled and gave a slight shake of his head at the comment. "Girl, that should be my epitaph," he stated. The look on her face was enough to tell him that she wasn't pleased, but he couldn't be sure if it was his comment or something else. Chances were, it was him, but he still had to ask. "You alright?" That was uncommon for him. He was the kind of person who didn't give a shit about anyone else, so Andy should have felt honored to get that kind of treatment. Only a handful of people got that kind of privilege. One of them didn't care, and another couldn't speak. Most of his friends were as emotionally dead as he was. He didn't do well with feelings, but if he liked someone, he'd probably try. Thankfully, Andy seemed to liven up soon enough, and her answer of payment was one that pleased him. "I might just have to take you up on that," he flirted. Brett was a whore, through and through. If Andy was offering, he'd be more than happy to give her the time of her life. There were a lot of things that he wasn't confident about at all, but his game wasn't one of them.

Andy had described herself as a mix of halfway morals and lost opportunities, and Brett felt no sympathy for her at all. "Well I'll just have to corrupt you more then, won't I?" he asked with a smirk and a somewhat flirtatious manner. Brett had never taken up one constructive opportunity. His morals were fucked from the beginning. God had put a magnet to his moral compass. He wasn't one of those sociopaths who would kill because they couldn't tell right from wrong, but he wasn't above wronging people for his own gain. Even the golden rule was wasted on him. Not that it mattered. Hell, if someone offered, Brett would probably have been a prostitute. He wouldn't have minded, as long as he didn't catch anything. In all seriousness, he was a little surprised that he hadn't caught anything already, but hopefully that streak would continue.

Brett told people that he was so many different ages that it didn't matter how old he was exactly. Andy's guess was only a year off, and he was happy enough to be older than younger. "Okay, fine. From now on I'm eighteen," Brett said obligingly. He grinned. The girl was certainly fun to be around. She even answered unanswered questions on her own. That meant that Brett wouldn't have to even deal with questions about his feelings if she decided to ask them. She was best friend material now.

Brett smirked as he pulled away from her, his arm never leaving her waist. He couldn't deny, Andy was a good kisser, and her reaction proved that she thought that he was too. It wasn't often that a girl gave a moan just from his kiss. He liked that. He wanted more of that. So they hadn't fallen off the cliff. That kind of took the excitement out of the whole thing. He should have been more physical. "Maybe we didn't try hard enough," he said seriously, meeting her eyes with his own and showing his pearly whites in a confident grin. It was his way or asking if she wanted to try again. Otherwise, he'd go back to smoking, and they could continue to converse. He had to say, he liked the first idea a lot better. Brett certainly wouldn't have minded just spending the day making out with the girl on the side of this cliff, no matter how much he usually tried to avoid that kind of thing. He liked this girl, which was more than he could say about most of the people he'd gone much further with.

Tagged:: Andy
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 986
Notes:: Please don't match... For my sake. I'm sorry if this is bad, I'm sick and just getting my muse back. >.<

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