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Post by hazel on Apr 11, 2010 0:01:24 GMT
no one comes here, olive reassured herself as her large brown eyes scanned the broken place. leaves littered the pool and the patio around it, while the umbrellas over tables were torn from weather. clearing a space with her hand, she sat down, curling her knees up to her chest and burying her face in the fabric of her soft sweatpants. her hair fell limply around her shoulders, and she squeezed her eyes shut to further block off the world. it wasn't long before little olive's mind had gone away completely. she remembered.
A FLYING HAND. A SNEAKER. SCREAMS.
olive buried her face further, muffling a long and drawn out shriek she emitted. her body shook, and it took moments for her to calm down. she was a deer caught in the headlights. she hadn't known her mother was home that day. she hadn't known drinking was involved. if she had- she'd be up in her room, a chair put in front of it. she'd have been safe. she couldn't change what happened. lifting her face and resting her chin on her knees, olive stared into the pool. she'd just have to change how it affects her. lifting a hand to rub her nose, olive blinked and squinted when the sun emerged from behind a few clouds. after her eyes grew used to it, the creases in her forehead relaxed and she let her shoulders droop. she was fine here.
did they really care here? olive threw a gaze over her shoulder to the large building. they must. they said they did ... but sometimes people lie. the brunette looked forward again, letting out a long sigh. she knew lots of lies. there were harmless ones, and then there were ones that hurt. she knew how to recognize some hurting lies- she developed a guidebook to the world. she knew sometimes the people who meant her harm were the ones who said they loved her. mom, olive thought a bit desperately. i want my mom. but it was her mom that got her here. the staff here said it was her fault, but olive was always told different. it was never mom's fault, it was always hers.
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Post by DEAN WILLIAM SPADE on Apr 11, 2010 0:46:05 GMT
Dean found himself bored to an unbelievable extent. He had been wondering the grounds here for quite some time and had seen absolutely no one that interested him. Yeah there were a few girls, giggling about some obvious piece of gossip they had been discussing. Some nerds, reading a few books together in the sunlight out on the lawn, but no one really that fit with him. He was a singer. A musician, and that was who he liked to associate with. He had known of another, Olive Crowley. She was his age and rather pretty. He hadn't ever shared words with her, but he'd shared glances across the room on more then two occasions. The boy continued to wonder around, his eyes, dark and curious, wondering over the grounds quicker then his feet ever could. As the pool came into view Dean decided that was where he was going to spend his day today. He never saw anyone there and he had heard that the water was rather disgusting, but it would be nice to soak up some vitamin D while he could. The boy pushed the gate open and almost instantly spotted Olive sitting by herself, curled up into a ball with her hair hanging calmly over her shoulders. Dean frowned with worry and moved forward quickly to comfort her. He made sure not to scare her by walking a bit loudly before approaching her and sitting across from her, pulling his own legs up into his chest. His soft brown eyes gazed down at her small body as she sat there curled up. "You're never upset..." It wasn't that he was stalking her or something like that, it was just that he happened to pay attention to happy people and she was usually rather happy.
"What's wrong?" He did indeed care. He wasn't a rude person that would simply hangout in the same area that she was in and ignore her. That wasn't the way the boy worked and that never would be. He was raised to be a sweet heart, and that was how he turned out. Unfortunately, he was a bit too soft for his own good which was how he ended up in this stupid place. The boy spotted a single leaf on the table next to them and, though he tried to resist, he had to reach out and brush it off of the table. Perfect. The table was clean. Or rather, empty of items to sit atop of it. Maybe he would clean it later. He would need to if he was going to spend time here. It was absolutely too dirty for him to stand for a long amount of time.
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Post by hazel on Apr 11, 2010 0:57:44 GMT
olive blinked at the sound of footsteps. people do come here. she didn't look up, keeping her gaze low and her hair down, falling like a curtain to block the world away. she stared down at her feet from between her legs, blinking at the dirtied and faded converse. the laces were fraying, she'd have to get new ones soon. then again, she liked these. they were worn- they were hers. mom had gotten them for her on one of her good days. of course, it was only a good day for so long. olive sighed, her breath catching when a voice broke the silence that filled her. her thoughts dissipated, and she looked up, grinning. she was smiling, she had to smile. she had to be happy. mom said she had to be- she'd be hit. she didn't want to be hit. "i wasn't upset!" she chirped, grinning widely, her braces showing. "i was just napping- nothing's wrong." she replied calmly, her smile encouraging. she watched the boy brush some leaves off of a table, and her mind worked to recognize him. his name was dean spade. she kneew he was into music like her, and that he had OCD among other things. she had heard he was sweet. she'd traded glances with him in the classrooms. the concern in his voice ate at her- she knew she was lying, but she had to lie.
A FLYING HAND. A SNEAKER. SCREAMS.
she winced inwardly, knowing that she did what she had to. the smile plastered on her face was real, she had to make it real. pushing away all the skittish feelings and fear inside, olive found that it wasn't really helping. oh well, she thought, as long as i convince him. coming to this conclusion, she tried smiling with her eyes too. "what brings ya here, dean?" she inquired, her voice full of masked happiness. she was getting good at this. she even fooled the nurse awhile ago- though she knew she couldn't fool her doctor. that was harder than it seemed ... but doctor wouldn't hit her.
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Post by DEAN WILLIAM SPADE on Apr 11, 2010 1:08:50 GMT
Dean listened intently for her response, studying her smile and the glow of her eyes. He was all to familiar with the idea of lying about if you were okay or not, but with Olive it was hard to tell if she was lying or telling the truth that she was fine. It couldn't have possibly been comfortable to sleep curled in a ball like she had been. He could have sworn she was upset, but this was Olive Crowley they were talking about. She was never upset. There was no way she was upset. He sighed and decided to believe her. She was fine, and he was happy for her. As she asked why he had wondered into the area the boy grinned and pushed his feet to the ground to stand up. "Well, with the sun out and all, I decided it'd be good for me to get some vitamin D in my system. You should too." He smirked as his hands found the bottom of his shirt, gripped, and tugged it over his head. The boy had well defined abs and chest muscles as well as arm muscles, but not too overwhelming that he looked weird. He liked being attractive, and worked to keep his good body. The boy smirked and folded his shirt before setting it perfectly in the chair he had just been sitting in. "Come lay over here with me?" No not cuddle, just lay on the lawn chairs with him so he wouldn't leave her alone, or more so he could be around such a pretty girl. Maybe he could get to know her? The boy slipped out of his flip flops and walked himself over to the long chairs that you could lay down on. He adjusted his so it was flat, brushed off the cushion, and laid down.
The sun felt great against his back and legs. He wore white shorts, making his body look rather tan. After all, he was pretty damn tan. He wasn't laying out to get even tanner, but laying out so that he could get some sun and feel good. Plus, there was something that had told him to go to the pool. Perhaps there was reasoning for him and Olive to actually talk to each other today. He didn't mind. Some spirit or higher power was interfering with his interactions with a girl, so it must be for the best.
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Post by hazel on Apr 11, 2010 1:24:03 GMT
olive grinned. he believed her, she could tell by the decided gleam in his eye. he got to his feet, and she blinked up at him, raising her left hand to shield her eyes from the bright sun. at his words, her brow furrowed in confusion. "vitamin d comes from the sun?" she asked, rolling around to get to her feet as well, tripping over her own feet in the process. she flung out her arms and steadied herself, straightening and still having to peer up to see dean. sometimes being short had it's ... disadvantages. then dean pulled his shirt up and over his head, off. a rose red blush lit up olive's cheeks and she bit her lower lip, looking down at the ground. she eyed the leaves with too much interest, and only looked up when he spoke again. blinking her large brown eyes, she smiled a bit shyly and hopped over to the lounge chairs, faded in color from the sun, but otherwise neat and clean, unlike the pool. jumping onto an empty chair, she crawled around and layed back, grinning into the sun, her eyes squinting a little as her forehead creased. she shielded her eyes some, and turned her head to the side, away from staring into the blinding rays.
when she was a real girl, before she was locked up here, she'd take cassie to the beach a lot. they'd lay on chairs like this and they'd talk and laugh in the sun. olive would take cassie shopping on the boardwalk sometimes, and let her buy the pretty necklaces they saw there, even if they broke the next day. cassie would cry, and olive would take her to buy another. it'd get them out of the house- mom wouldn't be around. dad always apologized for her, but he never tried to stop it. flushing the thoughts away, olive blinked and let her gaze wander around. "if they kept this place clean, it might actually be nice." she commented as her agze made it back to dean, her eyes narrowed against the sun as she grinned at him.
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Post by DEAN WILLIAM SPADE on Apr 11, 2010 7:42:59 GMT
To be honest, Dean wasn't really sure how on earth you got vitamin D from the sun, but what was what all the teachers in school had taught him. That was also why Sunny D was called Sunny D! Well at least, that's what he figured. The boy simply shrugged when she questioned it. He wasn't just going to blow off her question. That would be rather rude, and of course he wasn't like that at all. Not to anyone, not even those who had been rude to him. It just didn't quite float his boat to be mean to people. Of course some people were more then deserving of insults and being hit in the face, but most others didn't quite deserve the hate. Everyone had something going on in their lives that contributed to the hate and pain they forced everyone else to feel. Because of this, Dean never really judged the way people treated him. Dean watched Olive calmly, ready to catch her at any moment if she was unable to steady herself as she stood up. He could spy the color rise up in her cheeks as he stood there with his shirt off. Yeah, he tended to have that effect on girls, and he was well aware of it. As Dean laid out on the reclining chair, he watched as Olive walked over. When she spoke he nodded eagerly. "Oh yes I totally agree. This place looks so rundown. Kinda makes me wanna spend a day out here cleanin' it up." The boy was ashamed to say that the only reason he wanted to do this was because of his stupid idea that everything and anything on this earth had to be perfect. That, and his OCD cleanliness.
He knew she was aware of his issues; she'd probably found out in group therapy. However she knew, he was aware that she did because she grinned shortly after she spoke. Her smile was so cute. Dead wasn't much for girls with braces, but the fact that she had them and looked absolutely adorable with them made him almost want to change his mind. Maybe girls with braces were preferable. "This is kinda random, but you look really cute, braces and all." As soon as he spoke he could feel the warmth rush up to his cheeks. Had he really said that? Dean wasn't much for really flirting, but obviously he was capable of it.
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Post by hazel on Apr 11, 2010 14:14:41 GMT
olive nodded, peering around the pool area. dean was right- cleaning would definitely help this place. an urge to get up and clean right now rose within olive and she pushed it down. he was only commenting, he didn't want her to clean. he wasn't going to hit her if she didn't. still, olive stiffened, flashing a glance to him. his face wasn't angry. of course he wasn't going to hit her, only mom did that. she relaxed, leaning back into the chair with a sigh under her breath. forcing herself to calm down, she closed her eyes for a little bit, laying in the sun. it felt nice, all warm and everything. she felt herself rise to a safe place that she always went when mom lost it. it was like her own little castle in the sky- she'd go there and leave the yelling and crashing she heard. it was nice up there now, but not as nice as it used to be. disconcerted, she blinked open her eyes and bit her lower lip. guess this was part of the healing they talked about.
olive slid her gaze over to dean, who was peering at her with color rising to his cheeks. this is kinda random, but you look really cute, braces and all. she grinned nearly from ear to ear, her braces gleaming in the sun. she had the little insert things changed to her favorite color, lime green. still smiling, she let her gaze stare at teh sky again. well, until her eyes watered. closing her eyes, she let out a long breath. "really!? thanks!" her chirpy voice was somewhat squeaky, but not altogether annoying exactly, though it had to depend on the other person whether or not they found the voice too shrill. olive's smile faltered. "mom never thought they were nice- my braces." she wasn't smiling now, though her eyes were still closed as she lay flat on her back. no, mom didn't like a lot of things about her. it was just her way.
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Post by DEAN WILLIAM SPADE on Apr 11, 2010 14:53:21 GMT
Dean was very hard to annoy. He had noticed many other people crunch their faces up in disgust at the sound of others high pitched voices or just plain old different sounding music. It was rather unfortunate that people just couldn't accept the differences of people in the world and let it go. Dean, however, was one of the people that knew there were different things and people and he accepted that. He actually thought the girls voice was cute. Had it been a big fat guy he would have laughed, but it was not. It was Olive, and just about any voice would be cute just so long as the words came out of her mouth. Dean nodded a your welcome as she thanked him for the compliment. It was actually slightly rare for him to give out compliments. It wasn't that he was stuck up or anything like that, he was just a very nervous kid and never could manage to get up the courage to hand out compliments to pretty girls. As she spoke of her mom again, the boy frowned. There was something he was missing about her mom. When they talked in group therapy, the girl never seemed to say much about her parents while everyone else either confessed how sorry they were for being a bad kid or promised revenge against their hateful parents. Olive, however, had kept quiet. Dean loved his parents and was thankful for them. He knew they didn't send him here to make him hate them. They just wanted the boy to get better, and he understood that. Dean took in a deep breath and let out a sigh before closing his eyes.
"Well I happen to think they're adorable. What's the deal with your mom anyway? Why don't you ever talk about her." So many questions. He wasn't very intrusive, but he just needed to know. He wanted to get to know this girl, and he would if it was up to him. She just had to work with him and let him in. Would it really be that hard to get her to crack and reveal her past in one long run-on sentence for him? He didn't quite think so. The boy felt he had spent enough time on his stomach as his back began to feel rather warm already. Gracefully, he flipped himself over and laid on his back, eyes closed, facing the sky like Ollie was doing. He would give her time to come up with an answer, but he wanted that answer eventually. Others may have given up on her, but he didn't plan on it.
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Post by hazel on Apr 11, 2010 15:08:49 GMT
olive stiffened. her shoulders rose up toward her chin and she sat in silence. the sun didn't feel so warm anymore, and she bit her lower lip so hard it bled, even if only a little. she didn't talk about her mom, it was true. her mom couldn't be described. one minute she was fine, talking about going school shopping. then olive would leave to do something. her mom would change, become someone else. olive's hands raised to cover her face, and she lay there on the lounge chair, hiding behind her fingers. she said nothing, seemingly idle, while a storm raged in her mind. dad was watching, his brows creased in worry. mom was in a whirlwind of fury, hitting, kicking, pulling, yelling. mom pushed her into the wall, she hit her head. mom kicked her down, she fell. she didn't like the words her mom was yelling. they were loud and angry, they were bad words. they were words her teachers said she couldn't say.
and olive opened her eyes. she was hiding behind her fingers, her hands covering her face and her knees curled up, as if trying to protect herself. slowly, she removed her hands from her face and her wide brown eyes darted around. mom wasn't here. she was fine. she was just remembering. she was finejustfine. still, olive's heart was racing like danger was right around the corner. she shook her head fast, over and over. "no no no." she spluttered, sitting up and hugging her knees to her chest. she wanted to go back to her castle in the sky. she shot a guilty look to dean. "sorry." she blurted. she cringed, awaiting the pain that always came when she lost it in front of mom.
no. mom wasn't here. dean wouldn't hit her. olive's eyes widened and she looked down. she slowly let her knees go, and lay back, shivering just a little. the sun was warm again, and it felt nice. "my mom was mean." she said simply, and shrugged, trying to forget. she pushed away the castle in the sky, she didn't want to go there either. it hardly helped anymore. she lay back on the lounge chair, staring at the sky and refusing to close her eyes even when they began to water. of course, she wasn't staring at the sun, just at the sky. the sun was bright, though, and the rays reached far. she allowed herself to warm up again, and let out a shuddering sigh. mom wasn't here. she was finejustfine. she was okay.
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Post by DEAN WILLIAM SPADE on Apr 11, 2010 15:30:08 GMT
Dean was slightly taken aback at the sight of the girl cringing in fear. What had he done other then question and turn over? He wasn't going to touch her, at least not meanly. He could never imagine hitting the poor girl that sat next to him. He wasn't a hitter. Not unless someone deserved it, and Ollie surely didn't. He didn't call her Ollie that often, but he knew she usually went by that. Others had called her that when she had been in the room, but never him. He liked using full names since his own name could not be shortened. Then again, it was already pretty short so why bother even needing to shorten it. Dean sat up quickly as the girl covered her face and began to speak. Her words were full of fear and pain, and ... what was this?! She was appologizing for them. Deans jaw dropped. What the hell happened to her. She was fine moments before, but then her mother was brought into the conversation and she turned into a whole different person. A little girl who sat in the corner, afraid of everything and anything that happened by. "Olive I ..." His voice trailed off. He hadn't meant to bring up the topic if he would have known it was going to upset her. He didn't want that. He wanted her to smile. I guess it was possible for the girl who was always happy to feel other emotions. Sadness, fear. She seemed to be feeling those right at this moment. Dean sighed and lowered his gaze to his lap. He hadn't meant to upset her. All he knew was that he would make it up to the pretty girl that sat beside him. He would make her smile three times as many times as he makes her cry. Or come close to crying.
"My mom was mean." That was all she said and Dean could just picture what had happened to the poor girl in the past. He sighed again and looked up at her with a kind expression and soft chocolate eyes. "I'm really sorry, but you don't have to be scared of her anymore. She can't hurt you here." He wanted to get up and give her a hug, but it just didn't seem like the right time. He was scared he would make her flinch away and then he'd never be able to get that trust back from her. He didn't ever want her to be scared of him. She would never have a reason to be. "No one can hurt you Olive. I wont let anyone." He smiled proudly. She was his responsibility. His girl to look after. And he was fine with that. That was how he wanted it. Hopefully she wouldn't mind.
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Post by hazel on Apr 11, 2010 15:43:13 GMT
she had to keep reminding herself. maybe that's why she was still locked up here. she kept thinking mom would hit her, or come back. she wouldn't. even if olive went home, left here, her mother was locked away someplace. she wouldn't be out until she was better, so there was nothing to be scared of. logic and instinct fought inside olive, who was still with a bland expression on her face. fear is your friend, when you feel it you act. but olive shouldn't feel fear now- she knew she didn't, really. only her memory brought on that feeling. she was fine before, fine now. she'd be fine in the future. repeating this mantra over and over mentally, olive found that after awhile, she believed it. was was fine and would be fine. she smiled to herself at this, and then blinked large brown eyes, turning her head to peer at dean as he spoke. he looked like he had spoken before too, but olive hadn't heard him. oh ... well, she'd hear him now. she listened, quiet now settling in her mind.
she beamed, grinning in the cutest way, from ear to ear as her braces peeked from behind her lips, reflecting almost blindingly in the sun. he was right. she couldn't be hurt here. not anymore. and ... he wouldn't let anyone try. a strange feeling swelled within her chest and she nodded in agreement, somehow. she felt a bit of color rise to her cheeks, and hoped it would be passed off as leftover flustered feelings from remembering. she liked those words, the way her heart seemed to skip a beat. but she didn't like the blush that rose- that was kind fo embarrassing. still, she tried to ignore that part, and felt herself relax even more. who knew that she could trust like this? it had been hard for her, after her mom. but she was healing, so it must be possible.
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Post by DEAN WILLIAM SPADE on Apr 11, 2010 17:07:11 GMT
"I like it when you smile. It makes me smile." With that he smiled. If the girl was happy then he could be, for now. As the sun went behind a few clouds Dean shivered. It wasn't really a cold shiver, just a shiver that sort of let his body know that the sun was gone for now. As the two teenagers got back into a happier mood, Dean decided to get to know the girl just a bit more. He wanted to be her friend, and friends knew a lot of things about each other. Right? It had been a while since the boy had had a friend, but he was pretty sure he remembered knowing quite a bit about his close friends. Who knew, maybe he and Olivia would end up being more then friends. He couldn't even imagine that. It'd be ... amazing. At least, he was pretty sure it would. "So Olive, you're 16 right? When's your birthday?" He himself was 16, but would soon be turning 17. It was a happy feeling, knowing your birthday was coming up. It gave you something to look forward to in the upcoming days of total and complete bullshit in this run down facility.
Just the thought of Deans birthday brought back old memories of parties his parents threw him and gifts his friends brought him. The party before he arrived to the asylum was rather ... lame. No one showed up and the only thing he received as a gift was a gift card to the book store and a new iPod. Yes, he was thankful, but still. It would have been nice to get at least one thing that he wasn't expecting. One thing that he hadn't gotten the year before that and the year before that. Just one little thing that would make him have a reason to smile rather then fake it. Then again, I guess a new iPod was a good enough reason to smile. After all, it was a new iTouch that had internet and everything the boy could ask for. But what exactly had been wrong with his nano? He didn't mind the fact that it didn't have internet or aim or any of those crazy features. He had a computer and a phone for those uses. He didn't need two devices that did the same exact thing.
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Post by hazel on Apr 11, 2010 17:49:02 GMT
sometimes life could be like the movies. olive grinned at dean's comment, closing her eyes and turning her head to face the sky, letting the sun give her a nice tan and warm her body. her freckles would double by the time she was finished, the sun always increasing the little dots along her face. "june sixteenth." she replied cheerily, trying to ignore the fact that a birthday wasn't really a birthday for her. sure, the day was there, but that never changed mom's mood. it was kind of different here, some of her friends would celebrate it with her. actually, it was nicer here. sometimes olive dreaded going home, even if she fully healed. "i'm a gemini. summer baby." she added, running her tongue along her braces as she paused in her speech. her birthdays weren't really something she got excited for, but still she knew she should act like they were fun. when she was at home, she made a nice face for guests when she said things like this. she had to make mom look good.
"when's yours?" she asked, opening one eye just a little to peer over at dean, lying on his back as well. she knew he was the same age as her, and by his tone of voice he seemed excited. his brithday was soon, she could tell. a small smile crossed her face before she closed that single eye and settled again, her skin now growing a bit uncomfortable in the heat. she rolled over, lying on her stomach and turning her head to the side so she could breath. she was facign deadn- after all it was polite to at least face the person you were speaking to. besides, dean was good looking. it wasn't hard for olive to abide by manners.
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Post by DEAN WILLIAM SPADE on Apr 11, 2010 21:53:06 GMT
So she really was a summer child. Maybe that's why she always had a certain glow about her and always seemed to be happy. Hell if Dean was born in summer he figured he would always be too! Then again, he was a winter child and he was a fairly laid back, nice kid. Maybe summer and winter were the only two seasons that happened to produce well rounded kids? Then again, his step brother had a summer birthday and he was a total ass. It truly was a mystery why that kid hadn’t ended up in here and Dean had. Sometimes the world was just too unfair, but there was nothing the kid could do about it. Nothing but sit and suffer and on occasion, cry. People made fun of boys for crying, but everyone did it. Guys cry all the time, they just tend not to share it with people because it makes them look weak and pathetic. Dean didn’t exactly like crying, but he didn’t mind it. He did, however, tend to keep it to himself since, like every other guy out there, he didn’t want to look like a pussy. Dean watched her expression change as she thought about birthdays. Okay, so maybe she didn't quite enjoy them as much as he had tried to enjoy his. Then again, he didn't really enjoy his and his weren't even that bad. Damn this girl had it rough if she couldn't even remember a positive birthday. She'd had 16 hadn't she? They couldn't have all sucked. Or .. well maybe they could. Dean frowned at the thought that she was truly suffering inside. It was side to think about it, but then again, that was why she was here. She was getting help, and before either one of them would know it, she would be better and getting discharged. At that thought. The boys heart sank. He didn't want to go through the day without seeing her.
When the girl asked when his birthday was he smiled. "December 9th. I'm a Sagittarius." Not many guys knew their zodiac signs, but Dean did. Unlike most other boys his age, who were honing in on their hormonal imbalances, he was honing in on his knowledge and paying most of his attention to his school work. That is, until he wound up in here. Then he dropped his school bullshit and decided to work on his mental state. Yeah, he needed it. "I love summer and winter. Surfing in the summer; snowboarding in the winter." He was a fairly athletic kid. No wonder he was so well toned.
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Post by hazel on Apr 13, 2010 17:07:22 GMT
once upon a time, olive had dreams. she supposed she had hopes now, but they never matched a dream. she wanted to be a famous musician, and if it were up to her she'd be famous after her death. she didn't want to be followed by paparazzi or have to worry about every little thing she did being in the paper. she didn't want to forget who she was. it was funny, because lately that's all olive found herself doing. trying to forget. she still liked music, she still played her guitar and sang when no one was around, but the dream had been long forgotten. she wasn't going to tell anyone this, her therapists would diagnose her with depression on top of her nightmares and PTSD. she didn't want that. besides, she wasn't depressed. she was just ... she had changed. that's all. people change all the time, and there needn't always be a reason for it. sometimes it just is.
this is why olive didn't get hopes up with this dean guy. it was just another fleeting dream. of course, she couldn't help but be a little hopeful. when he spoke, she blinked, snapping out of her reverie and realizing she had escaped to her castle in the sky. her thinking tower. she blinked again and squinted her eyes against the harsh and warm sunlight. one day she'd dream again. smiling, she nodded to dean's comments about the seasons. personally, she hated the cold. "i love summer .. winter's not really my thing. but if there wasn't any winter, we couldn't appreciate the summer so i guess i'm fine with it in the end." olive replied cheerily, smiling, though keeping her lips glued together. she ran her tongue along her braces. she'd be getting them off soon. she knew it'd feel weird to have just teeth again. but she'd like it.
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