◘ If Everyone Cared.. ◘ || Semi-Lit || Accepting!

[redninetails]

||Cole Taylor Gold||
|Male||15||Bored|

Shaking his head, as so many boys seemed to do, Cole let his almost bleach blonde bangs sweep over his eyes before taking his right hand and brushing it to the side. "Thats better" He spoke to himself, the way his hair had felt so messy had been bugging him for the past few minutes. Turning his head to his left his blank nutural stare set on Ozara, who he caught just in the moment watching him. Lifting an eyebrow inquisitively, the other going down, he managed a look that asked, what are you staring at? Placing both hands on his knees he slouched forward for a brief moment before shifting his body weight onto his feet. Now standing Cole advanced on Ozara. It occured to him that he could always pull out a chair and talk to her face to face, though it seemed like to much effort to actually try and start a conversation. Instead as he passed by he stopped gave her a once over and said in a monotoned manner "Don't really know what's so interesting about me to stare at, though if you wanna talk just come over." With that he started moving one foot infront of the other, knowing he probably just misinterperated her whold gaze thing though it didn't really matter to him. Stomach still on empty Cole walked silently down the hallway, red ball in hand.

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper's hand was tightly gripped around the off-silver handle of the door, face close to it's wooden surface. His eyes were locked intensely forward, and he now felt like his stomach was burning with anticipation and anxiety for something. He didn't know the reason to why he always felt this way. An anxiety disorder was too stupid for him to have in his medically uneducated opinion. So he just figured it was part of his personality. Turning his back on the door to instead look her general direction, Harper gritted his teeth and ran a hand through his messed up hair. "What's your name?" He asked her flatly, wondering what had happened to his jokeful personality recently. Probably just a bad day.

[kreate]

"I'm Andrew," she said quietly. she moved the ice slightly so it wouldn't make the one spot purple. she was okay for a little while, her bag tucked beside her on the chair. 'Stupid name, huh?" she asked, looking into his eyes. "what about yours?' she asked quietly.
((W.B))

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper sighed sharply, tugging his body over to an uncomfortable looking chair that appeared like it belonged in a middle school, neatly tucked under a gum-infested student desk. He sat back, head against the wall, palms on his spread out knees. "Harper." He responded simply, patting his knees with both hands uncomfortably. He felt awkward. Like he was doing something wrong. Or forgetting something. He didn't even understand the feelings his brain would send him anymore. It was like he was away from himself. "I'm actually fine with my name, even though some people tell me it 'Sounds like a cute girl name'." He scratched his head nervously, though not while remaining an expert at hiding his feelings.

Ozara

Ozara didn't budge in expression or movement when she watched Cole come up to her, speak in a flattened tone, then walk away once again to who cares where. She crossed one leg femininely over the other, right brow perking as he stepped out of the room. What appeared to be a very subtle side smirk stapled itself onto her pale face, eyes slightly shining with an ominous look. Aha.. Ozara thought in silence, deciding that when the time came, she'd take him up on his offer. I'm really gonna love to see how this turns out. She admitted internally, getting up herself and going in the direction he just headed for. Ozara wasn't following him; just going his same way.

[kreate]

Andrew felt stupid. She was talking to a boy, who obviously didn't want to be here. she sighed mentally. "i don't think it is," she replied quickly. "I actually like the name, more than Andrew." What was she thinking?! She was trying wayy to hard. Andrew looked down at the ground. "better than what people call me," she mumbled sadly.

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper felt like he'd just misunderstood what Andrew just told him. "What, people call you something other than Andrew?" He questioned her, the name never being spoken before this. It was a fresh word to him. And it felt weird to say in a way. Harper scratched his left arm, feeling more at ease now. The nurse returned, but she was on the phone. Her brows creased together, but before he could tune into what she was saying, she stepped back into the room she locked herself up in before and closed the door. "Craaaazy.." Harper whispered in a sing songy tone.

[kreate]

Andrew giggled. The nurse must've been anyways, because this place was crazy. "They call me baby cow eyes," she said quietly, not bothering to look at him so he can agree. They were big, and when she went to school, that was what they called her. she didn't fit in, she was always put out as an outcast. She never bothers to talk anymore, given that she was always ignored. Maybe someone would like her if she wasn't so quiet.

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper looked at her with a perked eyebrow and a scrunched up facial expression. "I think people are idiots for nicknaming you that. Eye color seems to be pretty stupid to make fun of." He broke in, being serious about the topic of bullying for a moment. But realizing that he didn't like seriousness, he tried to throw in a joke. "Besides. I'd nickname you rainbow hair. It fits more." He said this only because of her tri-colored hairstyle, gesturing to it with his left arm.

[kreate]

Andrew raised a dark eyebrow. "it wasn't the color," she replied. "it was the size." when she heard his joke, she smiled softly and faintly. "Wouldn't rainbow hair be like red and stuff?' she asked. "and thank you." she put her hand up to pet her colored hair. she decided, if he liked her, she would dye her hair just for him. Andrew looked up at him with her large green eyes.

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper grinned in embarrassment, turning his eyes toward the floor. "Right, well.. As you've just experienced, I'm apparently colorblind." He continued to joke, referring to his idiotness in her eye and hair color. "And touché on the hair color. I meant with the multiple colors and all. You know, I'm also fluent in idiot speak, considering I can never get my words right." He rambled, then cut himself off. Harper half grinned at nothing, bright eyes blinking at the hue of the floor.