A SIP OF HAPPY \\* {AIDEN}

[CICI TAYLOR PATCH]

Cici stepped into the cozy little coffeeshop. Ahh. Starbucks.

[/color] she thought, sighing in glee. She looked around and saw that most of the tables and sofas were taken by teenagers and adults, sipping coffee or nibbling on muffins. Her feet took her closer to the menu so she could read. Of course, she wanted a cappuccino, like she usually did. But which one? Her finger tapped her chin while she thought, her blue eyes scanning the menu over and over. Finally, she decided to order herself something she's never tried before. She stepped into line and waited. While the next man ordered, Cici pulled out her phone and started to flip it open, then closed, open, closed. She was sooooo bored. There was absolutely nothing to do but to wait. So she did, and she even put her phone away into her green radio bag. She was proud of herself. Finally, the other man had his coffee, and it was Cici's turn.
"Hello! Welcome to Starbucks. How can I help you?" the lady greeted.
"One tall, French Vanilla cappuccino, please." Cici replied. It was the only thing she would eat for the day, since it had so many calories. After two minutes, her order was served, and she had her sweet dessert. Now to find a seat.
Cici looked around the cafe and saw that there was only one empty seat. It was next to an intimidating-looking boy. She shrugged, sat down next to him, and smiled. Her eyes looked up at him, scanning his face. He looked nice enough to talk to.
"Hi! My name is Cici." she greeted to him, sticking a hand out for him to shake.

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» comments sorry it took so long. my dad made me go to sleep so i had to sneak on. >w<
» credit MOSES OF BODOM of caution 2.0[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[AIDEN LEE WREDE]

• EVERYONE AROUND IS TRYING TO MAKE A STATEMENT, THEN THERE'S ME,•
I'M JUST TRYING TO SURVIVE

Too busy, too many people, too much commotion and too many opportunities to get hurt, that's what this place was made of. Often Aiden avoided places like coffee shops and malls, simply because of the amount of people, which increased the likelihood he'd be touched, which would cause pain, and further, anxiety. Two things he didn't need, nor want. Plus he wasn't much of a coffee person at all, not straight black coffee anyhow. It was too bitter. But whoa, tangent, that's completely beside the point. The point was, it was an unlikely thing to find him here, Starbucks, of all places in Indiana.

But here he was, tapping away at the keys of his laptop, which was the exact reason he'd shown up here. Free wifi internet was always good, not that he had any social reason to use it, just good old studying for classes, research and whatnot. So he'd moved from his dorm room into this busy place, trying to remain decently out of the way of anyone going about their day. Plus it didn't hurt that the internet connection was much faster than the internet at the asylum. Hospital. Er, School. Whatever you want to call it. And it seemed unlikely anyone would try to approach him while he was distracted, or so he'd thought. This assumption was quickly corrected.

Skinny as hell, short, and bleach blonde haired, a younger teen girl made her way to the table beside him, just as he closed his laptop. Eying her skeptically as she helped herself to a chair and plopped down with her cappuccino and proceeded to greet him enthusiastically. Cici? Go figure, with a name like that, it fit her completely. Out of the box name, out of the box girl, dressed in her bright colors, complete with a bubbly personality. "Um," he paused for a moment, surprised she'd decided to join him out of all the other people in the cafe. "Hello." His greeting wasn't completely devoid of interest, but he sounded slightly flat. Come on Aiden, socialize buddy!

"I'm Aiden, nice to meet you." A glance was cast down to her extended hand, and he hesitantly looked at it for a moment, before returning to look at her face, silently rejecting the handshake. Pain wasn't on his list of desires for the day, but then again neither had company been on that list.

At least one of those was preventable.

TAGGED ! cici!
WORDS ! 500 something.
LYRICS ! disarray by lifehouse.
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! lalala.

[CICI TAYLOR PATCH]

Cici took her hand away, feeling a bit sad that Aiden didn't shake it. "Nice to meet you too, Aiden." she said with a grin plastered on her face. She took a small sip of her cappuccino and tried not to retch. It was delicious, but her stomach couldn't take it. She continued to smile to look as normal as she could, but she already stood out from everyone else. She had bright clothing, she was bone thin (but she didn't think that), and she was absolutely hyper, and coffee wold just make it worse. She shifted in her seat to a more comfortable position where she could still see Aiden. Her lips took a sip from the straw and set the coffee down on the table beside her. "So how are you today?" Cici asked, not wanting to ruin the conversation. She usually didn't talk much to other people, only to herself, so she was glad she met someone. Even if it was at an overpriced cafe, crowded with normal people, doing normal things, dressed normal, normal acting. Everything in here was just so normal, except for Cici. But, hey, she was used to it. She didn't think of it much, either. She knew there were other of her at her school. Or whatever it was. Is it really a school? Or is it just a mental hospital? Or something... I don't know. Whatever it is, I go to it. And hate it.

[/color] Her thoughts trailed off, racing through her mind. It was something ADHD kid did. They get sidetracked. Which leads to stupid questions. "What's your favorite muffin?" Cici asked. Yeah, a lot like those.

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» comments in the middle of this, i had to go to school. and i almost missed the bus. haha. :}
» credit MOSES OF BODOM of caution 2.0[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[AIDEN LEE WREDE]

• EVERYONE AROUND IS TRYING TO MAKE A STATEMENT, THEN THERE'S ME,•
I'M JUST TRYING TO SURVIVE

The dejected sort of look that this Cici girl managed almost amused Aiden, the way she seemed so put down by the rejection of her extended hand. He'd recieved a lot of those looks, the ones that either assumed he was a lousy jerk who just wouldn't acknowledge a friendly greeting when it was offered, or questioned what the hell was wrong with him for not shaking hands. Shrugging off the girl's expression, he reached for the coffee he'd ordered a while ago that he hadn't bothered to touch until now, since his laptop had been occupying his attention for the moment. Taking a sip of the warm coffee, he heard the girl chatter away again.

"I'm fine, you?" Not much of a people person, Aiden wasn't exactly one of those people who dragged out a thought or elaborated upon it without being asked. For the most part, his thoughts stayed in his head, and they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. But within a few seconds of saying what he did, he noticed the girl suddenly zoning out. It was tempting to roll his eyes and just resume what he was doing on his laptop, just as much as it was tempting to snap his fingers in front of the girl's face to get her to come out of her own little world. But instead he just glanced out the window, watching the people drift by outside. He was in no hurry to leave.

But just as quickly as she had spaced out, the bleach blonde had popped right back into reality quick enough to ask a completely random question. Aiden's eyebrow arched, half in amusement, half in annoyance. As irritating as this "kid" was at the moment, she seemed completely innocent of attempting to be annoying, so he figured he ought to give her a chance. It would do him good to be somewhat social. "Uhh, chocolate chip? I dunno. Haven't really considered it," he replied, taking another sip of his coffee and returning his gaze to the window, thoughts drifting in and out of his mind.

TAGGED ! cici!
WORDS ! 450 something.
LYRICS ! disarray by lifehouse.
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! lalala.

[CICI TAYLOR PATCH]

Cici snapped back into reality. "Oh. Sorry, that was really random." she sputtered, unable to explain it. "It was probably my ADHD kicking in or something." She saw that Aiden wasn't paying much attention, so she turned away and blushed. She picked up her cappuccino and took a sip, getting used to the overly sweetened taste that made her taste buds feel like they were tingling. She knew, of course, if was probably super fattening and this would be the only thing she would eat or drink, except for water. No matter how many pounds she lost, no matter how skinny as a stick she was, Cici would always think she was fat. Only because of the middle school kids that bullied her. She remembers one day, they were watching a video on science about lightning. They had a substitute teacher that day, and Cici forgot to remind her about her epilepsy. The video started with clashes of thunder and lightning. "What if someone had epilepsy?" someone from the back of the room asked. The class started laughing, except for the people who knew Cici. Five minutes into the movie, Cici had a seizure. The substitute thought she was joking, and the other kids laughed and laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. But the more mature students called the hospital. Cici was thankful for those students, but extremely angry at the people who laughed at her. That's why she moved. She moved here, where her mother was assured that Cici would be safe and seizure-free. But she still remembers the middle school kids who always dropped to the floor and fake spasm'd like little idiot, squirming on the floor. And Cici couldn't do anything about it. What did that have to do about my weight. Oh yeah, the kids called me a fat flob. Psh.

[/color] she remembered.

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» credit MOSES OF BODOM of caution 2.0[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[AIDEN LEE WREDE]

• EVERYONE AROUND IS TRYING TO MAKE A STATEMENT, THEN THERE'S ME,•
I'M JUST TRYING TO SURVIVE

It should be a given, these odd little encounters with people, since after all he was calling home a town that was full of people with one issue or another. No matter where you went, people would had problems to sort through, but Indianapolis' populous included some of the craziest kids of his generation. He knew only the tough cases got sent to Jackson Academy, he'd heard talk about the place back at his orphanage home in Cali, and it disturbed him when he first heard he was headed here. Did that make him a problem kid? What was so wrong with him? Why did it matter anyways? He was a legal adult, and as soon as his time here was done (it was almost like prison, right?) he would be free. Hopefully. These thoughts had actually ended up consuming him for the moment, and it took a minute for him to re-register that he was in the present.

Maybe they were both a little ADHD. One moreso than the other.

Tipping his head back in the direction of the younger girl when she spoke, the faintest glimmer of a grin pulled up the corner of his mouth for just a second, before it disappeared, and the blank slate face returned. "It's fine," his shoulders rolled in a small shrug. "ADHD? Yeah my sister had that," past tense, always past tense when it came to Miralyn. For all he knew she was dead, being left in the care of his schizophrenic mother would warrant her to that end. All he could do was hope she was still alive and well, maybe no longer subject to the abuse of Regina. Maybe his father had returned and the family was whole again, just without him. These false concepts put him at ease with the situation. But reality was hard to avoid.

His mother was fucked up, and now he was fucked up. That's why he was here.

TAGGED ! cici!
WORDS ! 450 something.
LYRICS ! disarray by lifehouse.
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! lalala.

[CICI TAYLOR PATCH]

Cici looked at the boy when he started to speak. He said his sister had also had ADHD. "Oh. So you must be used to it, I guess. And what do you mean by had?" she asked. Noticing the urgency in her voice, she quickly added "Not to be pushy or anything. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." A soft, sweet smile spread across her face as she looked at Aiden's face. It was firm, with frazzled hair on top of his head. He looked older than her, probably by a couple of years. He had solemn, blue eyes that held no expression, and neither did his face. Maybe he's just hiding something. That must be it! she thought to herself, hoping to find something out from him. Or perhaps be his acquaintance. Cici needed some of those, because as far as she knew, everyone in the world hated her. Even her adopted parents, deep on the inside. Maybe, maybe not. She just needed someone to talk to at school, to have close by her. She needed someone to keep her secrets, to communicate on the telephone with. Someone like that would warm Cici's heart. Someone like that... Someone like that. And Aiden understood ADHD. But what about her epilepsy? And her doctor's proclaimed anorexia? Would he understand that? Or would he be terrified of her, stay away from her, not even look at her? She hoped not. Her mind rushed, and pictures of her old friends flashed through her mind. Cara, someone who kept her secrets. Most of them, at least. Natalie. Someone to hang out with, to talk to, to gossip to. She wanted them back, to feel normal. Normal.

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» outfit shirt ; jeans ; shoes ; purse
» comments D: quick type.
» credit MOSES OF BODOM of caution 2.0

[AIDEN LEE WREDE]

It dawned on him around this point in time how ironic this scene must look to anyone who was watching. A dark, sort of scraggly young man sitting in the corner peering out the window with coffee in hand, and a brightly clothed, dyed, and made-up girl seated across from him with her energy completely opposite of his own. Everything from their clothes -- his, a simple black button down shirt and jeans; hers, a bright outfit sporting pinks and yellows -- to their demeanor -- hers one of bubbly, optimistic cheer; his, a picture of cynicism. This little internal thought pried a twitch upward from the side of his mouth, though it was barely noticeable. For the most part, Aiden remained a blank canvas when it came to emotion upon first meeting. As you began to get to know him, his emotions became simple to read, even the smallest change. Aiden was an open book to those who knew the language.

A nod was offered in response to the little platinum blonde. "Yeah, I'm used to the short attention span and the outbursts and whatnot," he mused. Upon registering the question that Cici presented to him, he bit the inside of his cheek, a habit he'd developed that showed itself when he was thinking of how to answer a question without giving much away, or in uncomfortable situations. "Umm, I haven't talked to her since I was nine years old," he shrugged briskly, hoping the topic would soon change. This wasn't made obvious though, nothing ever was obvious with him at first.

Miralyn wasn't something that could just be brought out of his mind with the snap of a finger, nor was any of the rest of his past. You didn't know what was wrong with him unless he trusted you, unless he could believe that you weren't going to just shrug it off as some sort of need for attention. Born to a home that turned completely wrong, and with wrong just getting wronger as time passed, things seemed almost surreal when he told them to people. His story was twisted, it was screwed up. But who's here wasn't?

TAGGED ! cici!
WORDS ! 400 something. so short x:
LYRICS ! 30 seconds to mars.
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION but then i messed with it.
NOTES ! lalala.