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GaudiBuendia.
Benedict Adams is Gnar.
Oh good. I don’t think that’d go over very well.
Have you ever considered studying music theory? I know it’s a random thought but you already know so much about it. It’s amazing if you ask me.
Oh you don’t? Why did I think you did? I must be losing my mind. But this is perfect! Makes the day even better.
No. It wouldn't. Not for them, at least.
Know a lot about music, haven't a musical bone in my body. I can carry a tune in the shower, I can dance better than half of the school, but if you get me to play an instrument you'll hear the saddest thing ever. Because I'm horrendous.
Because I said I did. To mess with your head. It was a bad joke. Ba-dum-tss.
No, no I didn’t. That’s an interesting little fact. Wait that doesn’t mean that there will be people grinding everywhere, right? I refuse to be ground on by strangers.
Perfect. I can’t wait. What time do you get off today?
No, people will not be grinding on you when we attend this place. I also highly doubt that, since jazz has developed since then. It's faster now, swing influenced it quite a bit. But people will not be grinding on you.
Pfft, I don't work today. What are you talking about?
Can we
please go downtown after work and listen to how jazz has changed in this new age? I can nearly guarantee a good time, some fresh air, and maybe….just maybe a few sweet kisses to repay you for your accompaniment.
Oh, alright. We'll go.
Did you know that jazz was born in brothels? It was originally music for people to grind to. So you really want to go and listen to music where people were meant to have some form of fornication ...
I mean, it's whatever you'd like to do. Yes, we can go. Obviously we can go.
Maybe?! I don’t waste those sweet words on maybe.
If I give you a definite, then you have to make them all the sweeter, love.
There’s a band playing in town. New age jazz, what ever that is. Either way it’s definitely better than staying trapped in these four walls.
Sounds like someone wants to be taken out.
Ask nicely. Ask sweetly.
And maybe I'll take you when I'm off work shift.
Never have I ever...
Let’s play “Never Have I Ever”. Cross out all of the things that you have done. You might just see that there are people just like you out there.
Sexual
Never have I ever kissed a girl.
Never have I ever kissed a boy.
Never have I ever received/given a blowjob, hand job, eating out.
Never have I ever had sex.
Never have I ever fallen in love.
Never have I ever cheated on someone.
Never have I ever been cheated on.
Life
Never have I ever gotten into a fight.
Never have I ever done something illegal.
Never have I ever gotten wasted.
Never have I ever used an illegal drug.
Never have I ever snuck out.
Never have I ever stolen something.
Never have I ever vandalized something.
Never have I ever lost a family member due to death.
Never have I ever been in a life or death situation.
Never have I ever been arrested.
Never have I ever been fired from a job.
Emotions
Never have I ever been kept up at night due to guilt.
Never have I ever laughed so hard I cried.
Never have I ever been abused physically.
Never have I ever cried myself to sleep.
Never have I ever wished that I was someone else.
Never have I ever wanted to kill myself.
Never have I ever tried to kill myself.
Never have I ever felt like an outcast.
Never have I ever wanted to do something just so I would fit in.
Friendships
Never have I ever ruined my friendship with someone.
Never have I ever had a friend leave me for other people.
Never have I ever been kicked out of a friend group.
Never have I ever wanted to fuck one of my friends.
Never have I ever been friendless.
School
Never have I ever failed a test.
Never have I ever cut class.
Never have I ever had to eat alone.
Never have I ever failed a course.
Never have I ever been suspended.
Never have I ever received detention.
Never have I ever dropped out of school.
I don't have high hopes for this.
Fucking hell. I sure didn’t expect this coming out of my room today. If you just got to know me, you’d know that’s the last thing that I ever want to do, especially with how my parents… How would you know? I said one thing to you. One! Because you’re obligatorily coming out of your room to join society, which I respect. You’re projecting onto me an image I’ve done nothing to des-.
You judged me on a first glance. A handful of sentences… Does it make you feel better? Hurting me when you know nothing about me? I don’t know anything about you either… but I don’t assume to. I wish I did. I wish I knew who hurt you or tricked you into hurting so much it still resonates with your interactions with others… but I would still like to get to know you, if you’d let me? And maybe prove to you that your assumptions about me aren’t all correct.
Question number one: what do your parents have anything to do with this? I don't particularly care what your home situation is. If you want to sit down and compare home lives with me, complain about how mummy and daddy spent the wrong money on your fashionable shoes this year then you can do that somewhere else. I can promise you, fully, that I've got my own shite going on. I don't need your damage, I don't want your damage. Keep it to yourself. Two, do you not remember that we've spoken before? I've got the unfortunate memory of an elephant, and you're sounding exactly the same way this time as you did last time. The moment someone speaks words unpleasant to your precious ears you change your tune, grow offended and begin attacking the person who spoke the way you deem unpleasurable. Check your bloody high brow privelage, princess.
Last of all, and certainly not least, do not talk to me like you give any iota of a shite about my presence in this school. You're right -- you do not know me, you likely never will know me. If you keep going on the way you are, we're never going to be friends or any form of the word. Before you exclaim oh, this is an impossible feat, you should console with your classmates who've made the steps towards being genuine individuals. Or are they invisible to you as well, without their rich comparisons and barbie doll nature?
Let me kindly remind you and yours of one true bloody fact, before you start making up lovely names for me: Love, I am a prick. I was always a prick. I was a prick before I met you, I was a prick before I came here, and I was a bloody prick before I was diagnosed with this beautiful power. I didn't become this way, I wasn't turned this way. I was always this way and try as much as you may to make me your next project, I will not change. Got it? Crystal.
I don't have high hopes for this.
Might as well just stick tae takin’ long baths….Unless fur some reason fowksare goin’ in an’ out of yer bath.
Suit yerself lad. It’s not rubbin’ alcohol this is premium stuff right here, this is more of a homemade absinthe if you will. It’s just a sayin’ beside if ye got any harier ye’d look like one them wookies. Ye know what a wookie is don’t ye?
Lake. I like the space to swim. It's just sad trying to swim in a tub.
I took it to drink it, didn't I? Peer pressure shite feels like I'm a freshman in college again. Yes, I know what a wookiee is. I've been a Star Wars fan since before I could walk.
I don't have high hopes for this.
If ye really runnin’ on such high temperatures, then summers must be hell fur ye lad.
Don’t be such a pussy, here, have a swig of this. That should put hair on your chest. Now Ah wouldnae say it were rubbin’ alcohol but it should cure wha’ ails ye. Besides death means little tae a man like me.
Which is why I spend most of my time in some form of water. Lake, pool ... wherever there are less people.
I'm not being a pussy. If it's rubbing alcohol I'm not going to drink it. Chances are it tastes like shit anyway. I have hair on my chest, for the record ... that sprouted some time around the age of thirteen. Death means little to you, means an awful lot to someone like me.
I don't have high hopes for this.
Well that makes me uncomfortable then. He is a professional and an adult and so our relationship will remain as is. No I don’t actually. I meant that more in a humorous way.
You being very condescending to me but I’ll allow it because I don’t want to start a confrontation right now. Besides, I need to ask the nurse if I can have some ice packs, I hit my knee as I was cleaning up the broken glass and I’m getting an ugly bruise. I would hate to feel like we wasted his time.
Seems like I've got to get a better sense of humor, then. Yeah well a lot of professionals and adults do shite they're not supposed to do. Turns out this one is two of those things packaged together to make a nice little ... inappropriate mixture. Just be careful when he gives your physical. Anything longer than two seconds is lingering and that's just not right.
Right now, but you'll start one later? You look like you got a good slap in you ... I bet you do, right? Maybe I'm being sincere and I do it so infrequently it just seems condescending. I am a bastard after all, we both know that. You can admit it, I won't be mad. Maybe I'm very worried that there's something wrong with you and it really would make me settled to know that you're alright. The world will just ... never know.
I don't have high hopes for this.
Wha’ not one fur buildin’ snow men in th’ middle of winter. No shame in it lad not every man can brave th’ cold of winter.
If forgettin’ wha’ yer about, then here take a swig of this, don’t worry Aam of th’ clock so it’s not like Aam drinkin’ durin’ work hours. Word of warnin’ lad, ye might go blind fur a few hours.
Not really one for being around other people, actually. Cold doesn't bother me, I run hot anyway. Regular body temperature hovers decently above normal people's so ... you know. Not like I'm going to freeze any time soon.
Are you giving me rubbing alcohol to drink? You know that shite will kill you, right?
I don't have high hopes for this.
Why thank you. You can only attribute so much to genetics, though. The rest is just hard work. But if there’s anyone to thank it would be Ava. Who, I’m sure you have figured, is not my aunt. There isn’t really a point in lying to you about it any longer. Plus, it’s nice to be honest with someone. I know you won’t out it to the world, which is the only thing I worried about and hope to avoid. They wouldn’t understand, not that I expect them to.
There’s other monsters in this world. At least your damage is unintentional. There are people who do things to purposely harm, who have no regard for human life. But that’s neither here nor there. If you do shift again I can promise you that I will make myself scarce, at least until it’s done. Then I promise to come back.
I kind of picked up on the subtle hints, yeah. So ... you're from the future. You know what I am, Ava is your mother. You don't have to divulge it all now but ... I mean, is there anything else? For someone so small, you're full of an awful lot of secrets. But I'll keep them, you keep mine. And it's got to be important to you, right? I mean ... I am curious. It can wait, though. I can be patient if I try, and I've done other impossible things when I put my mind to them before.
Is it wrong to think that some day I'll not care if I hurt people, though? It's like a voice in my head when it's here, it calls to me and tells me what it wants me to do. I feel like I'm being invaded by something else, and it just ... it takes me over sometimes. How do you learn to control something like that? Something even you're terrified of, something you hate so much it makes your bones shudder, which then just ... let's it have control? It'd mean a lot to me if you did just ... go away for a while when it happens. I can't help that I've hurt people, I can't change that. I want to control it. I'll never forgive myself for it now but ... if I did something to the only person who sees what I am, who doesn't care about that? You're the only good thing I've got going, blondie. It's all a bust if I turn on you, then I'll deserve all of the punishments I get and more.
I don't have high hopes for this.
Woah, calm down tiger. Christ, what is wrong with people at this school? Kindness is not out of fashion, shockingly enough. You didn’t want to be bored, so I apologize for suggesting something, but of course you don’t have to do anything. It was just an idea. Why would I take advantage of you? Turn you? Into what exactly… Well then high school may not be the place for you.
No, kindness isn't out of fashion but the fake kind is. Trust me, I used to be a part of your breed. One of the high brow, look-down-your-nose kids who just knew they were better than everyone else. The kindness you show is out of obligation and there are about seven other little girls just like you in this school. Someone made a mass copy of you all and threw you here to congregate and spawn more of your hellions to reign unto the world. Turn me into one of your kin again.
See, I used to think this gift was a curse. Served me a big ol' slice of humble pie. Now I realize how much people hated me without the knowledge of it. I was too up my own arse, you see. Some day it'll come, though. So until then ---- I don't want to bake, or watch chick flicks, or comb our hair, paint our nails, shoe shop, spend money, gawwwsippp. If you were really really trying to be nice, you'd be more sincere about it. I doubt people here know what sincerity is.
No, sweetheart. High school is just the place for me. I know how to survive here, and I'm doing it damn well.