I nearly leaped for joy, but kept my cool. THat just sounded strange for me though. Instead, I showed her my pearly whites, exposing a cheerful grin.

"History." I extended my arms out like a gentleman, her cue to lead the way. I did strange things like that quite frequently, but then again, I'd never been friends with a girl. It was a strange yet heartwarming experience. I adjusted my bag over my shoulder, joining her side once more. 

I followed her to where she was sitting. I figured that since she let me sit with her the cl*censored* before, she wouldn't mind me sitting beside her again. I plopped down into the chair, sitting my bag beside me. I leaned back in my chair, trying to balance on the two legs. I suddenly remembered my embarras.sing act this morning and sat on all four legs, hoping not to humiliate myself in front of her again. Not that it really mattered since I was a werido in the first place. She'd have to get used to that. Man, I'd have to get used to it. Yes, sadly, I wasn't even used to the weirdness from my friends that so happened to rub off on me. 

((I have to take my dog out to do her business. BRB in 10-20 mins))

(( Thanks for the info LOL Bye :( ))

Paradise was used to waiting for clas.s to start, by drawing. But she didn't like to draw, while someone was around her. And having it be Lake next to her, made her even more protective about who sees what in her sketching.  She kept her sketch book in her backpack, as she got out a binder full of paper. She got one out, ready for writing notes. She knew she would need them, for History, she needed as much notes as she could get.

((I'm back! My dog is fat and lazy and I'm usually the one walking on walks. -_-))

The teacher in this cl*censored* wasn't cruel like the last, but he didn't quite tolerate laziness either. I'd at least gotten that much information about him. It was good to be in the back of this cl*censored* the teacher enjoyed enunciation, and because of that, he was quite the spitter. I rested my elbows on the desk before other students streamed in. It seemed most students dislike this cl*censored*. I yawned, ripping a notebook paper out of my notepad and preparing to write notes. I wasn't the most orderly when it came to school. Homework was crumpled and doodled on and I had more drawings in my bag than homework pages. When it came to my professional art, or so I liked to call it, they stayed neat and protected in my attic of treasures.

(( Completly different from my dog...She's the one who likes to run...But she is fat too hahahahahahaahaha))

When Paradise was done, she knew there was probably a couple more minutes of this clas.s. She wasn't very excited about lunch coming soon. But she guessed with Lake it'll be different. The only reason why she didn't like lunch was because she felt like the idiot in the room. Sitting by herself in a table, awkwardly, while people stared at you and laughed. She should be used to that by now. But something inside her, knew she wasn't going to be sitting alone today.

((lol, she used to be that way. Now...))

 I usually never paid attention in cl*censored*, but seeing how well behaved Paradise was, I attempted to. I used to think I had Attention Defisit Disorder, aka ADD, but it's not like that made me any more strange than I was. My foot tapped the tile impatiently as I waited for cl*censored* to end. I stood up the precise second the bell rang, backing out of my seat. Tossing my books into my bag, my bag over my shoulder, and my hands into my pockets, I turned to Paradise, a pleasant smile on my face. I waited with her until all the other students left, just as I'd seen her do before. I came to her side, peering into her eyes, hoping that I wouldn't zone out at the sight of them.

"Hey, um, honest answer. Do I seem like... weird? Just slightly?" I knew I was weird, but I wanted to knoe if she would be able to deal with my weirdness. 

(( OMG I LOVE YOU RIGHT NOW!!! Not like that though...

I felt so out of place at first, to say all that stuff on Mini's writing thing, because of her reaction to it and all.....So i feel better now because i was kinda embarressed at first, So yeah, Thanks :P :O  :) ))

She stared at his eyes for a long time. Not really knowing how to respond. She didn't want to hurt his feelings or anything, but he did seem kinda wierd. But at the same time, she kind of liked it. She smiled, probably the most widest smile, (But not like freaky wide lol) she's ever done, and nodded her head slightly. "Kinda...?" She bit her lip, and to not have him react to that, she said, "Why you ask?"

((Yeah, I am a Christian so I'm not afraid to state what I know it true. XD Even if other people hate me for it. Hehe...he... anyway-))

I grinned back at her, glad that she at least agreed with me and the others I would hang around with normally.

"Oh, no reason." I skipped ahead, turning around and walking backwards. "Coming--"I was interrupted by a large bang on the back of my head. My eyes closed and I turned, shutting the locker that hit my head.

"Haha, open locker." I paused. "Stupid clumsiness." I muttered, walking back to her side. I wondered if anyone tired of my constant strangeness, the weird aura that seemed to naturally emit from my veins.  

(( LOL I know what you mean. I don't think embarressed was the right word. Just her reaction made it really awkward and stuff. And then you said it in like the perfect way to understand, so she probably forgot about me, which is a good thing. :)))) I guess i'm more sensitive to that kind of stuff..  ))

She smiled, and laughed a bit, but held it in. She was surprised that he didn't seem embarressed by these sort of things. She would probably never talk to him again, if this stuff was happening to her. She bit her lip, and tried not to say it rudely. "Are you always like this?...As in, Clumsy?" 

((That's okay, everyone is different about describing certain things. It's just that my parents are really strong Christians and I was hoping to grow strong in the belief as well.))

I stopped in my tracks, staring at my feet. How to respond to that. I shifted on my feet, looking back up at her, who must have been expecting some kind of answer.

"Um, yes?" I raised a brow, walking closer to her. "Because of my clumsiness, the teachers kind of dislike me." I laughed, brushing a hand through my hair. "Then, I have this weird problem where I kind of stare into space and suddenly trip or hit something. It's weird, kind of strange to explain." I paused, thinking up something else to say. I smiled awkwardly.

"Not like you." I very lightly punched her arm, teasing, also not sure of how sensitive she was. I'd heard all girls were timid and sensitive. I think. "I bet clumsiness isn't in your nature." He laughed but eventually regretted saying that, mainly because it sounded idiotic. 

"Yes, you'll have to get used to the strangeness and clumsiness." I laughed.

(( Me too :) )

 She pulled her  backpack tighter around her shoulder, which slid down her arm as she was lightly punched in the forearm. She was already sort of used to it. He did act clumsy everytime she saw him today. 

"Don't worry I will." She smiled, and bit her lip. As she checked her schedule, to see which subject was next.

(( Dunno if you wanna do lunch next. :O )) 

((Lunch can be next :D))

I peered over her shoulder checking her schedule, then back at mine. A grin formed on my face as I turned around, seeing my locker, which was oddly creepy-- oh, my locker was the open one. I peered inside, seeing nothing was missing or out of place. Fortunately for me. I'd remember to lock it next time. Tossing some books inside, I grabbed a random notebook and a sack lunch, since I hated the lunch they served at this school. I shut my locker, locking it because it like to annoy me by randomly popping open when my friends approached. Apparently. I turned back to Paradise.

"Lunch is next for me. You?" 

She nodded her head, "Yeah it is." As she kept reading her schedule. She did a small wave, thinking they'd probably meet in the cafeteria. But she was more of hoping, or maybe praying, not really thinking it. Then started walking to her locker to get her money.

She played with her locker combination, but it wasn't working. She sighed of frustration, and tried the numbers again. She frowned and kept doing it again, and again. She was never good with combinations.  

((Bye!))

Being the creepy stalker I was, though I'll admit because of my clumsiness I wasn't good at it, I followed her, thinking she would have been off to the cafeteria. Finding she was going the opposite direction, I figured she was going to her locker and followed her there instead. Seeing she seemed to be struggling with her combo, I came to her side.

"You don't have to trust me, but I can help you with your combo. You don't have to worry about me breaking into your locker either. Turns out, I have Alzheimer's Disease. At least... I think I do."

((BTW, Alzheimer's disease is a disease where your brain can't store much information and you end up forgetting things. Similar to short term memory loss. Actually, I wouldn't be surprsed if they were the same thing. :3)) 

(( back :)

hehe. If it's pronounces like Alltimers...Then i know what it is. But if it isn't...Then thanks for the lesson! HAHAHAHAHAHA :) ))

She laughed at his thinking for Alzheimers Disease. She let go of the combination, and motioned him to help. "9,12,13" She said.(IDK if its possible to go up from 10, with the numbers...A couple years ago, in 7th grade, i don't think numbers were up from 20 so...? lol :P )) She knew she already trusted him, he seemed interesting of course, but trustworthy. And there wasn't anything special in her locker, except for if she was stupid enough to have her sketch book leave her side, and put it in her locker.  

((No, mine had 32 in it so yeah))

I grinned, quickly doing the combo for her. It popped open and I smiled. "Wa-la!" I laughed softly, returning to my standing position. I slipped my hand into my pocket, the other hand getting a better grip on my lunch. I watched Paradise fiddle through her locker, waiting for her to join my side. THat sounded strange when I thought about it. Here we were, really only meeting personally the day before, and already I was helping her open her locker. THe thought made me laugh, but warmed me on the inside. 

I waited until she was standing before I began a slow enough pace that I'd be able to walk with her. I didn't really pay attention to how quickly other people went, usually resulting in myself speeding ahead or being left behind. I was always given a strange tingle of happiness whenever I saw her smile. It made me feel secure inside. Though it might sound crazy coming from a guy, it was the truth. ANd honestly, I hoped it would stay the way. I coughed. 

"Ehm, we should hurry to the cafeteria, I guess." I laughed.