cause we won't stop [AIDEN]

[DIANA SARA LEE]

Diana was one of the few students at this...fine school who actually liked the library. It was peaceful, relaxing. Besides, Diana liked reading, much to her mothers dismay. Her mom had wanted her to be a model, like she had been. But that didn't interest Diana. Yet her mom had still pushed her to be skinny like a model, from the beginning. Probably because she had lost her figure after having Diana. Her mom wasn't fat...but she wasn't like she was during her prime modeling days, that was for sure. Now Diana, she was skinny enough to be a model, that was for sure. That was why she was here, because her mother was horrible and pressured Diana and she had been deemed anorexic by docters since the age of thirteen. Not to mention the obsessive compulsive disorder she had had since eleven. Her grandmother had had that though, apparently. Diana had never met her though. It was her mom's mom (since she didn't know her father) and they had never gotten along. Therefore, Diana never got a grandmother in her life. Which was quite sad, really. Every little girl needed a grandmother in their life to do...all those grandmother/granddaughter things. But no, it was just Diana and her mom. Her mom wasn't necessarily a bad mom. She made sure they always had enough, more than enough really. It wasn't like they were poor or anything. But she just pressured Diana too much, from too young of an age. Well...maybe not pressured, more like constantly reminded. Always said she needed to be super skinny to be healthy, skinny to be noticed. Hell, she had even once said she needed to be skinny to be pretty. Okay...most people would say Diana didn't have the best mom. But Diana loved her mom nonetheless, and she was a nice person. She wasn't going to say anything bad about her mom, she had given Diana so much during her life...the least she could do was be a good, cooperative daughter.

Even though being a good, cooperative daughter meant being...here. The school wasn't that bad, really. There were probably much worse schools to go to for being...crazy. Diana hated using that word to describe herself. Sure, she was anorexic, but her mom had drilled it into her head so deeply that Diana didn't see anything wrong with that. And sure, she had obsessive compulsive disorder, but that's why she took pills. The OCD was barely a problem because of those little things. Sure, she was still a bit too organized, but it hardly made her crazy. On the days where she missed New York a bit more than usual, Diana kind of hated her mom, even though she missed her. But the doctors had recommended this school the summer before her freshman year when her anorexia and ocd got a little too out of control, and her mom signed her up at once. She couldn't handle a teenager who was more unstable than normal, it wasn't her thing. Times like that made Diana really think her mom hadn't been destined to be a mom. Diana was, after all, the product of a one night stand that happened on her mom's twenty third birthday. Something Diana's mom had told her a few times. Mainly, the times when Diana had said she didn't want to be a model. Then her mom went on to talk about how she had gotten pregnant at basically the height of her modeling career all so she could have a lovely little daughter who would hopefully become a model. Diana tried to forget about those few times, tried not to feel too guilty. It worked...occasionally.

Diana pushed all these thoughts about her mother and the....less than great times that had happened at home as she entered the library. She had a paper due in about a week, and of course, being Diana, she wanted to get it done early. This school had a nice library, she liked it. There usually weren't many people in here, allowing her to get her work done easily and not be distracted by noise and what not. Most of the students here, especially the ones with...more severe problems, weren't exactly the most quiet. Diana glanced around the library after she entered, shifting the books in her one arm, to the other. Surprisingly, there were a few people in the library today. They all seemed quiet enough though, and hopefully it would stay that way. Diana made her way to a table closer to the back of the library, frowning when she noticed someone sitting there. Diana usually didn't like doing her work sitting at a table with someone, but this was her favourite table. But, she was a nice person, and besides...this boy looked a little familiar. As she walked closer, she recognized him. His name was...Aiden...or something. She was pretty sure it was Aiden. Diana approached slowly, hoping he wouldn't shoo her away or anything. "Hi....Aiden, right?" She asked, placing her books down on the table, lowering herself into a chair. "I'm Diana. We talked online....that one time." She said, laughing slightly, hoping he wasn't going to yell at her, or forget who she was or something.

STATUS-- finished
WORD COUNT-- 920
TAGGED-- aiden lee ward
OUTFIT-- here
CREDIT-- buildings and mountains (for banner) & fuzzy blue lights. (for text) from Caution 2.0

[AIDEN LEE WREDE]

The entrance of a familiar face seemed less often then one would expect it in an ever growing school that was constantly filtering one person after the other through it's double doors. But to those who kept to themselves, those who simply chose not to intrude on other people's time without much provocation, like Aiden, familiar faces seemed like a thing of the past. Oh he'd met people already, Cici, Delilah, they were known to him, hell, he knew a lot of names and could put them to faces in a heart-beat. It didn't mean he was known to them. This doesn't go to say that Aiden was a wallflower, and by no means pegging him as anti-social, he just hadn't established a normal social dynamic yet, because it took years to figure out where you fit in the puzzle. Years of socialization that hadn't been available to him in the abusive, hell of a home he'd lived in for the majority of his life. Only nine years, and half of his life, in a social setting put him about nine years behind everyone else. Maturity wise he had skyrocketed above your average joe, but he was still adjusting, still changing to assimilate the do's and don'ts of reality.

So when a vaguely familiar face entered the scene, he kept to himself as per usual, continuing to write answers on the page of homework he had in his decently legible print. He'd been alternating between people watching and doing his work, putting off a term paper that was due within the week. What came as a surprise to him was the fact that she sauntered over and dropped all her things on the table, seating herself at the table he was at and greeting him by name. Sorting through his memory he tried to match her face with a name, and then match the name to when they'd met. But thankfully she saved him the effort and did so for him. The moment he registered their conversation over chat, his features softened marginally, and he nodded. "Oh yeah, Diana from New York right?" he confirmed, though he didn't need to, since he could do well enough off his memory. "Nice to finally meet you in person," he offered a brief smile, flipping closed the book he had in front of him since he figured conversation would be more interesting than continuing this assignment. Diana had seemed nice enough over the internet, but he was still skeptical, naturally, because that's how he'd always been with women. It was something that he could avoid, his mistrust of people in general, as much as he'd love to be comfortable with everyone.

But after losing four of the only people you'd loved and trusted, it becomes very hard to want to even consider embracing a friendship or relationship that could mean putting trust in the other person. The loss of his father was betrayal enough for him as a young boy, watching the man simply walk out the door without bothering with a goodbye was trauma to his then young brain. Wasn't it enough for him to abandon them on a weekly basis only to return drunk and in debt? That led up to the point when his mother snapped from her normal, happy, sweet, and minorly OCD personality and became someone totally different, someone angry, raging, and willing to take out those strong feelings physically on whatever was available. Namely Aiden and his sister. Then he lost his last anchor, his sister, but perhaps because it was by his own choice -- running away and preserving his own life, leaving her behind -- it doesn't count as a loss. Even the one person he'd trusted outside of family had abandoned him in a manner similar to his father's disappearance, though on his birthday no less. Needless to say there was overwhelming evidence that he had legitimate reason to hate people, but he somehow managed to be civil.

For this reason his features remained relaxed, not showing any of the skepticism running through his mind, remaining more or less blank, except for the slight turn up of the side of his mouth.

Count 750ish. Wow. I swear they'll get longer. <3
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