OhOhSea:: Lol. I know. :p *has some very sadistic ideas* Heh heh heh...

Stephanie snapped out of her private thoughts and looked over at Andrew. Something told her not to speak, or to even look in his direction but she didn't listen. Slowly, she stood up and walked over to him, gripping the strap of her backpack. She stood in front of him, confused somewhat. Her lip wasn't bleeding anymore, but it was a darker shade of pink; like she had put on lipstick or something. She finally decided to speak. "Are you okay?" She asked carefully. If he wanted her to leave, she would. But she was worried, and the concern in her voice only confirmed it.

 OhOhSea:: OMG that was so short. *whine*

Andrew opened his eyes to see Stephanie, again making him away from his deep thoughts as his eyes were closed. He stared at her for a moment. A long moment. Only a friend would ask this. Only someone who actually cared. Someone who didn't care about the attention from him. As if, she actually cared about him. Him personally. ANdrew Long.

He frowned at her. No. More of a glare. He didn't need a friend! And didn't want one either. He stopped his eyes from narrowing, and went back to his calm ex
pression. "I'm fine Stephanie..." He said as softly as he could.And his voice could get pretty soft. Though...Why did he care? OF course he had the sense to be nice, but he was actually trying harder then usual for Stephanie not to be hurt by his ex
pression and reaction to her. He didn't want her to be friends with him. If they did...He sighed, and blinked again. Coming back to reality. He stared back at her, unmoving. Idle. Emotionless. And silent. The 4 perfect words to describe him at the moment.

(( It's k! <3

I gotta go :( BAI ))

OhOhSea:: Alright, have a good night! :D

 Stephanie kept her eyes on his while he stared at her for that long moment. It was a long moment indeed. Once he glared, honestly, who couldn't see that?, she sighed somewhat. His tone did nothing though, she already understood. He did not want her around. It was pretty self explaining. She looked off to the side for while, also silent. Thinking of what to say but coming up blank. So she stood there, motionless and silent, just as he was. Only, she did have some emotion. It was a mix between sadness, anger and confusion. Sangfusion. So she stood there, her ex
pression filled with sangfusion. Then, finally, she looked over at him. "Alright." She said. She made an effort too, and her voice was only a whisper. That's the best she could manage.

Then, very very suddenly, her phone rang. It made her jump. She stared at the LCD screen and narrowed her eyes at the caller. She opened it up and pressed it to her ear; her voice was anything but kind. "What?" She barked. There was yelling coming from the other end, and before it finished Stephanie snapped the phone closed. Now she was angry. Just angry. She looked at the building then at Andrew. "Welcome to Winchester High School.She said, her voice soft but somewhat strained as she tried to make it less hostile towards him. Then, she turned heel, got in her car and left. What a day. What a day...

It must've been eight or so at night when Stephanie started roaming the streets. Her eyes were red, possibly from crying, and she just looked exhausted. She yawned a little and looked up at the star filled sky, managing to crack a broken smile. She continued walking until she found a small park and got on a tire swing. Legs dangling, she slowly spun herself around and around, enjoying all the colors as they meshed into one. She started crying again, but she continued to spin. Faster and faster, but she said nothing.

 OhOhSea:: I dunno what happened at that last part with the whole 'park' thing. Guessing I was thinking that Andrew would magically appear. :0

(( Ohhh, he is SO going to 'magically' appear <33 ))

Andrew watched as Stephanie angerily walked away. Slightly glad for it. After a couple more moments of just standing there. Like before, watching the students for the fun of it. He got himself off of the wall, and started walking calmly back to his car. This day was quite...Unique. One day he would possibly never forget.But also a day he'll hate for the rest of his life. People crowding him. Talking. The questions. All of it made him want to run back home, safe and secure. Away from everyone.

 There were some people still there. Possibly doing something stupid like smoking a cigerette before they get caught back at home. He shook his head at them. Watching them kill their lungs right before his eyes. People just don't expect much from teens or kids anymore. 'Be good'. All they ask. Which probably makes them want to NOT be good. To get the attention. To get the 'love'. He always was thankful that he wasn't like that. Not wanting the attention. And possibly not needing 'love'. He hated everyone. That was that. Of course after he thought about it, they're was one person that popped in his head. That he didn't necessarily hate.

Stephanie.

He frowned angerily at the thought, and slammed his car door shut. Ignoring the stares; like he did all day. Worst day of my life... He huffed, and clenched his teeth together as he drove home. At that moment, not caring about the speed limit. If he got in a car accident right now. No one would care. Not even him.

The hours pas.sed and Andrew sat in his new living room. Watching t.v. He was sick of people, since he had them all day.And he wasn't very used to it. He usually know's how to avoid that. He needed to be alone. And he was enjoying it here. But then a smile that he never did infront of people, formed acrossed his face. Good old times... He used to always go in the woods. Possibly park also. (I just had to put that down <33) Just to be by himself. No one to bother, or critique his attitude. He closed his eyes and fought with himself for a moment, before finally getting himself up from the cruddy sofa that he bought just for a while before he got a job, and grabbed his jacket. Going toward 2 of his favorite places. The woods. And the park.

(OMG I sooo forgot...Is this a 'Normal Human Romance'?)

OhOhSea:: Yea, it was normal. :]

Stephanie could hardly see anything, the colors meshing together brilliantly. Almost like the fireworks on the 4th of July. She shook her head as she stood up, but she fell down again. She laid down on the soft, soft gr*censored* and stared up at the starry sky. She couldn't really think of anything else besides what had happened today; it all happened very quickly. Very. Andrew had just completely pushed her away. See? This is why she hated getting involved with new kids; they were always off in their own world. She sat up and walked, wobbling somewhat, into the small open field. She sat down right in the middle, took out her book and began reading. Her skin glowed softly in the moonlight, her eyes sparkling beautifully. She bit her lip, reading and got up to probably the end of the book. Silently, tears rolled down her cheeks; god this book was evil.

OhOhSea:: Short, I know. But I didn't know what else to type. XD Sorreh silly rabbit, trix are for kids! :x

(( <33 LOL!!!!!

Sorry. I didn't give you too much to work with. I was about to make another paragraph saying he was there, but then I remembered this rule on this other site 'There is such thing as writing TOO much' and I didn't know if that was the same rule here...So I planned to do it this time :/

I hate when books end to Stephanie!!! :(!!! lol...))

As Andrew walked, he looked at each house. Wishing his life would skip time to when he will remember where everything was, so he wouldn't get lost while he walked or shopped around. When he found the entrance to the park, he walked in. Feeling very relieved. (I say 'Slighty' alot. So I'm trying to stop...So I said 'Very' instead :/) As he walked in, something dawned on him. What if he get's lost, and can't find his way back to his apartment? That wouldn't be a surprise, he just got here with no trail to know where he was going. He sighed at the fate and let it fade from his brain. Not wanting to worry about going home, when he just got there. Who knows if he chooses to stay all night. Away from everyone. He smirked at such a crazy idea. Last thing he needed was police having attention on him too. He had attention on too many people already for a celebrity.

He sat down on a bench near by the entrance, and stared up at the sky. The stars were so beautiful and easy to see here. He then smirked at the moon. The smirk that he always had to hide in school, mall, job, or anywhere else he went, that was around people. The smile I didn't hide at first, when I saw Stephanie... He frowned at the thought. Why did he keep thinking about her? They couldn't be friends. He demanded not too. If they did become friends...

Angrily at the thought, he got up from the bench, and kept walking. Not wanting to think about what could happen if they became friends. He put his hands in his jacket pockets, and looked around. He could have sworn he saw someone else, not to far in the distance, but he ignored it and kept walking. He didn't need any more people in his life, and he hoped this girl wouldn't come barging in like the rest. 

(( I gotta go for a bit...For dinner <3 BAI )) 

OhOhSea:: Too much writing? Odd... Lol, I do too. She doesn't get over it quickly and I'm stuck there listening to her cries. </3

Stephanie paused in her crying and glanced off to the side, where she was sure she saw something. Ears perked, she listened to the footsteps. She squinted her eyes somewhat; did she know him? She paused. Come to think of it, yes, she believed she did know him. Shaking off the previous sadness, she closed her book and started walking off. Slowly, his figure and face became more clear and she stopped dead in her tracks. Andrew? What was he doing here so late? The question was vice versa of course, but still. She felt an unnatural chill slither down her spine. She stayed there, frozen, for the longest time.

At first, she felt nothing but doubt, sadness and some fear. What if he saw her? That couldn't have ended well. She didn't want to see him regardless, he really did hurt her feelings. Maybe not intentional...or perhaps very intentional. How suckish huh? She was forced to show the kid around, they talked like, well, friends, and then he goes and denies it. Even more then denies it, he refuses it. It would've hurt less if he would've just slapped her in the face, and she had been slapped before. That's all she felt; at first.

However, slowly the anger died and it was replaced with bitter anger. Who the heck does that kid think he is? He thinks just because he's new he can come around all big and macho with his tall self and get anything he wants? Push away anyone he wanted without so much as an explaination? Oh, heck no. Heck no. That wasn't how things worked, or, atleast not with her. Get tangled up with  her and you're stuck; she's like glue. Super glue. You never get all of it off unless you take the time to peel it all off; and Andrew had tried to pull a fast one. She grimaced and then she stalked over. She stood in front of him, silent for a moment before she narrowed her eyes. "Alright, who in the world do you think you are?" She asked, voice layered in the annoyance and anger she felt.

(( I think I finally understand what 'Vise versa' means...Don't laugh D8 ))

Andrew was such deep in thought as he walked. Enjoying the fresh air, crickets chirping, aloneness. Every step he took, felt like he was on air. Mostly because walks always 'calm' him. Make him feel secure or grounded in place. Not moving from any 'storm' or problem in his way. Feeling invincible. Though he felt like an idiot, and immature for thinking it, so he vowed to himself he'd never admit that to anyone.

Everything he thought about. Every single thing, ended up thinking about one person. And one person only. He couldn't admit, and never will admit, who she was, but he just couldn't stop. He didn't like girls easy, but something about how she treated him like a nothing, made him think they actually were compatible. As too, being friends. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. Maybe I should give her a chan-

He stopped his never ending walk(Don't make sense, hehe <33). Or atleast started walking slower. The person in the distance...Looked like the same girl he has been thinking about this whole time. He rolled his eyes at that thought, and ignored the person staring back at him.

A couple moments later, after one last step, he heard a familiar voice. Looking up to see the familiar face. "Excuse me?" He asked soflty. She seemed quite tense. Every time people were like that, he tried to talk as softly as possible. Just like the saying, 'Doesn't matter what you say, it's just how you say it that will be remembered'. 

OhOhSea:: I will not laugh silly rabbit. XD

 Stephanie growled deep in her chest. He heard her, he so heard her and yet he pretended not to? Are you kidding me? That only made her more angry. The warm night seemed to get colder. "You heard me." She said through gritted teeth. She took in a deep breath, calming herself before she started again. It didn't do anything; but it's the thought that counts ne? "Look, I get that maybe you're the type of person who likes to be alone, but really? Really, did you have to lead me on like that?" Rhetorical question of course. She huffed. "I was fine with it, earlier. I just figured 'Leave him alone'...but then I wondered 'Why should I?'" She said.

She kept the distance of course, not moving so much as an inch. She still had her eyes narrowed. "It's not that I won't leave you alone, I will. I didn't want much to do with you in the first place. At all." Then her voice softened somewhat. Just a little. "But then I saw that you're not as cold as you seem...that you have the ability to be kind, but you choose not too." Her voice got hard again. "I don't want the reason why. But what I do want, Andrew Long, is a friggin' explaination to why you just left me there, confused. Tell me, and I promise you'll never see me again." She stated, arms crossed over her chest. Waiting for his answer. She deserved that much didn't she?

Andrew stared at her, straight in the eyes without much fear as she talked. He's learned that people this aggitated needed to take a breath, and just let it out. So he stayed silent, as usual. Listening to her words, and taking them in. Attentively listening to every single word she said. And crumbling it up in his mind, to know how to reply.

When she was done, Andrew stood there for a moment. Not as confused as before. He understood perfectly what she was talking about. How he just 'left' her, was the only confusing part. How did he lead her on anyways? So I'm guessing it's true when people say guys are dumb... He blinked to get back on subject. And looked back at Stephanie. "Why I just left you there...?" He nodded his head for a moment, and thought. His forehead wrinkling as his eyebrows lowered slightly. In concentration. "I don't know how I led you on Stephanie." He said softly. "And I didn't mean to...'Leave you there'." He sighed, and kept going. Knowing she wasn't going to stop him. "My explanation...?" He sighed again. Still thinking. "I'm scared." He was. Deffinately. Scared. Perfect word. He wasn't the type to really 'try to act tough' so it was easy for him to say it. "What I'm scared of..?" He asked for her. "Friendships hurt in my mind, Stephanie. You have to understand that." He shrugged, keeping himself calm, and soft. "As I watch student's at lunch, all I see is 'Pain from losing one', or 'Losing one, because you get another'. Do you really think I need that? I've got enough on my mind already." He didn't mean to make it sound like some sob story. He was more of speaking the truth. And he wasn't afraid to say it.

Stephanie paused, having to analyze in her mind that, yes, he did just say it was alright. She was silent, really silent, for a long time before finally the corners of her mouth twitched up into a smile. A very calm, bright smile. Her eyes shone a little more, either from excitement or from the moonlight...or maybe both. She couldn't fight the very low, excited squeak that ripped it's way out of her throat, but needless to say she didn't care. She didn't care one bit because, now, they were friends. Or, atleast, trying to be friends. He still had trust issues, she still had 'caring' issues and so, maybe, through their issues, they were 100% compatible. As friends, of course. As friends. Not that, it wouldn't be nice if-- She mentally slapped herself. What was she saying hm? Friends was one thing, a relationship was something totally different. Besides, she wasn't ready for one with him or with anyone really. All she really had was a crush on Seth, that was it. And that's how it would stay. Friends... The thought still tickled her very core.

She finally managed to look into his eyes, seeing as she had been dazed for the past few minutes, and sighed contently. Yes, contently. She smiled again. "That's--" She paused when her phone rang again, she jumped somewhat. She would never get used to that infernal ring tone. Stupid verizon with their default ring tones. She stared at the LCD screen, again, and her eccentric mood was gone in a flash, now replaced with deep irritation. She almost didn't pick it up, but then, in sheer annoyance, she flipped it open. "What?" Her voice was just as un kind and, well, scary as it had been in the afternoon when she picked up before. Again, the yelling on the other end rang loud and clear and, before it finished she snapped it closed again. She had to take a few deep breaths, very deep breaths, to slightly calm herself, eyes closed. When she opened them again, the irritation was almost gone. Almost. She looked up at Andrew again and tucked her annoying curls behind her ears. "I uh...I gotta go. See ya at school." She said, her tone lighter, brighter with him as she walked off. School. Great.

As soon as Stephanie got home, she wished she hadn't. The smell of beer accented every inch of the small, cruddy apartment and she gripped her book tightly. She couldn't stand being in this home, she really couldn't. Coming out of the kitchen was a over weight man with a five o'clock shadow and ugly black eyes. He was wearing black shorts and a white tee shirt that covered half of his stomach, beer in hand. He walked over to her slowly and she stood very still, as if she prayed her were a dinosaur, seeing as they detect movement. It was a foolish wish though. He stared at her like a blind man seeing the sun, and it disgusted her to no end. He took a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "Stephanie, do you even realize how beautiful you are?" He whispered. His breath smelled of nothing but beer, his words slurred. Though she wouldn't blame all of this just on his drunk-ness. 

Stephanie swallowed hard, and tried to take his comment as lightly and as normally as possible. "Thank you, Uncle." She said, her voice strained with the effort to not raise her voice or anything. The man smirked again and leaned close and, panicking, she slapped him with the book. Her mistake, a very big mistake. He stumbled back a little and hissed, placing the bottle down and taking off his belt. He whipped her with it mercilessly, and whatever his belt didn't reach, his fist did. Perhaps she should have fought back, but honestly, when you're pinned to a corner, being swung at by a belt, the only thing on your mind is 'Ow.' He pinned her to the wall, gripping her by the neck and keeping her there, threatening to strangle her. "Look 'ere. I kindly took you into my house when your father died, and this is the thanks I get? You owe me, child, and I will get my 'rewards' when I deem so. Understand?" He snapped. Hopeless, Stephanie nodded. He released her, took his beer and sat down in his chair, watching the game.

Picking up her book and dusting it off, she walked up into her room and locked the doors. She went to the vanity mirror and checked herself; well. She had a few cuts on her chest, but other then that it was just red, and it would be gone in the morning. Her uncle was smart, only hitting hard enough for it to hurt, but leave behind no evidence. If she went and showed the cuts to a hospital, they would automatically say that she did it to herself. She shook her head and took a shower, changed into her pajamas, tied her hair in a messy bun and crawled into bed. She was so sore that she honestly didn't want to move. Not at all. She stared up at the ceiling and, despite what just happened she found her mind wandering back to Andrew. She wondered what type of person he really was, underneath that hard shell. Was he as kind as she thought he was, or was she giving him too much credit? She doubted that; he seemed very nice. She sighed and turned to her side and closed her eyes. Friends...

The sound of the annoying buzzing of her alarm clock made her groan in deep, deep annoyance as she sat up. School...again. She mumbled something about the government as she took another shower, put on her clothes and fixed her hair. As she thought, all the redness was gone as was the soreness. Of course, it always was. She grimaced, flipped her backpack over her shoulder and jumped out the window. Yes the window. She never liked using the front door in the morning; he was always there. Always. She hopped in her car and drove down the street and waited in the useless traffic that was the parking lot before she slid her car into a spot and hopped out. She made her way into the cafeteria, where everyone usually went in the mornings. Finding an empty table, she sat down and took out yet another book, Grimm's Fairytales, and then started reading, munching on an apple.  

OhOhSea:: Sorry for the short ish...post. Good thing is I'm slowly starting to get meh postness...ness back. :D

(( Sorry to offend you in any way...

But...You...Are...Kind ... Of...Dumb...

JK...I'm not mean like that ;)

But that is NOT a shortish post...

I gotta go..Usually I atleast reply, but I am so tired, I want to understand all of your post...So I haven't even read it -__- sorry! :/ BAI BAI ))

Oh, you're so mean! :p

That is SO a short ish post. XD

But, alright. See ya! Have a good sleep and all that! <3

(( *Slaps SkyePrint* To show how mean I am...

IT"S NOT!!!!

You jinxed it..I'm not kidding...I had a HORRIBLE ...sleep...I woke up twice...:(

Bahahaha, I used to have to go to the cafeteria in elementary school...If you got there 20 minutes early you had to go there...! Ooohhh you just brought me good memories :O ))

Andrew watched as Stephanie talked on the phone. He was tempted to let her know, that talking rude to your parents wasn't the best thing. They could ditch you.Kick you out of there life, and home. Like they did to him. But instead he stood there, idle. Watching her every move. He always did that to everyone he talked to. Something about watching them, seeing their body language spoke more then if you told a 200 page biography about yourself. He sighed. Seeing as too she got irritated quite easily. He'd have to remember that.

Her contentment made him feel a little better. Who wouldn't be? If someone was content with being your 'friend', you should be taking it as a compliment. So he did. He did a small wave, as she walked away, and went the opposite. Not feeling like going back home so soon. He still was sick of people. But then again, Stephanie didn't count as 'people'. She now counted as a friend.

After maybe another hour or so, he went to the exit part of the park and started walking back. The whole hour though, he felt himself thinking about Stephanie. Yes. The one he had no desire to be friends with, is who he kept thinking about. Not knowing if that was a good or bad thing, he chose to stop. Though, sometimes you may choose to stop in your head, your heart makes the real choices. And what did he think about the whole walk home? The fact that she cared. The way she looked back at him. Even when she showed him an example as to, why men needed to control themself with girls. He smirked at the thought. With the smirk, only Stephanie has been given.

When he finally found his way back home, he played with his keys and unlocked the door. Walking inside, he took a quick shower, and went to bed with his hair soaking wet. Going to bed in a white wife beater tank top, and boxers. He hated being hot while he went to sleep, and then woke up sweaty. So he wore as little as possible. Sometimes no shirt. As he closed his eyes, only one image came into his head. Frowning, he turned to his other side, and tried to not think about Stephanie any longer. But like before, his heart made a different choice, in his dream that night.

Andrew naturally always wakes up, at around 5:30. Usually, he would just sit there and stare at the clock until it was a good time to get up. But today he didn't want to just sit there. When he sat there, he usually thought. Which was what he always did. Thinking right now wasn't the best dicision due to the fact that he'd only think about one thing. And one thing only. He slumped out of bed, and started getting ready for school.

When he got to the parking lot of the school, he was tempted to look around for Vince. He shook his head, from yesterday. Why was he stupid enough to go talk to him? And see how he was doing? Rolling his eyes at his 'Trying to be kindness' part of him, he got out of the car, and locked it behind him as he walked inside the building. Which still felt like a slight glimpse to what hell's like.

OhOhSea:: *slapped* Ouch. D; Lol, so I jinxed you & brought you good memories? I must be a leperachaun! Only better looking. :p

Stephanie kept her face buried in the book, her ex
pression thoughtful. These Grimm brothers...they certainly had a twisted way of looking at life. It was nothing like all the fairytale garbage that was being flung on little kids nowadays. Not that a girl shouldn't believe in princess' and knights and all that other stuff, but really, these 'fairytales' seemed to be more realistic. Showing that one can't win all the time, that death does happen to good people and, yes, that Little Red wasn't smarter then a nearly starved wolf. Perhaps, she mused, she should've been more sorry for the main characters that did get slaughtered, but it only made her more intrigued. How many books can you read now that the main character actually dies? Not many, seeing as they want the character to live. To make a series or something stupid. Keychains maybe. She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Her mind slowly started to wander back to Andrew. She had to wonder if he was up yet, what he was thinking. How he was feeling. She couldn't help but care dearly for him, and smile whenever he came around. Maybe it wasn't the best thing, maybe it sent the wrong signals. Then again, it's not like he had anything other then possible annoyance towards her, so why should she worry about it? I mean, that's why she showed him the demonstration about how easily girls could wrap guys around their fingers. A bat of the lashes and a smile and they were basically hooked. IF he felt anything, which he apparently didn't, he probably would've been in a daze. Unless she wasn't convincing. Her ex
pression was thoughtful again; thinking about him hurt her head. Honestly. Like, 'take an advil' hurt. He wasn't a code that she could crack so easily. She shook her head and went back to reading. She stared in her book for a long time before a very familiar voice stopped her. "Hey Steph."

At first, the girl didn't move. Mostly because her entire body had froze when the voice did come. It echoed dreamily in her ears, filling her body with the whining urge to hug a cat. Composing her blushing ex
pression, she looked up. The blush was nearly gone now, only a little left, but it looked like a healthy glow if nothing else. She smiled softly. "Hi Seth..." She said, though she didn't really know what else. So he did it for her. "Look, I was wondering if, uh...you'd consider...going to dinner with me tonight." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. She looked down, having to catch her breath and then looked back up at him. Composed again. "Well, sure I guess." She said, keeping as much excitement out of her voice as possible. And seeing as she didn't squeak, she really did take most of it. He smiled dazingly, and she almost forgot how to breathe. Almost. "Great. At 8 then." He said and then walked away.

Stephanie blushed darkly once he left again and stared back down into her book, her heart racing. How interesting that he'd ask her on a date...in the morning in a cafeteria filled with various people. She shook her head, the blush very slowly going away as she began to breathe regularly. She took another shaken bite of her apple and started reading. However, instead of her mind being on Seth, it, again, wandered back to Andrew. She wondered where he was. Interested, she glanced up and around and finally spotted him at the doors. She was just about to call him, but she decided not to. She wasn't sure if he liked being called from across the way, and he was already iffy about this freindship. There was no reason to make him anymore uncertain. So she shut her mouth and looked back into the book. Her eyes twinkling again; they did that often. Maybe more often then they should.

(( So...I hate the computer I am on...I wrote a big big post...And IT DELETED!

I am going to go for a little while...I'm pretty aggitated right now because of it...Once it does that twice in the same 30 minutes, I have to take a break LOL..

*Is angry while stomps away from rescreatu* ))

OhOhSea:: Oh noez! 'm sorry Trix. D; (I shall call you that now, because your name just reminds me of the trix rabbit. XD Either that I shall call you 'Silly Rabbit' Whichever bugs you less. :0) Lol, but um. Yes, take all the time you need. Sorry, again. :C

(( I think I'm feeling better now hehe...OMG YOU SHOULD SO CALL ME TRIX...And then I can call you a hot looking leprachan <3 ))

Andrew walked into school, frowning at the first person he saw. He kept himself up all most all night thinking about this one person. She deffinately didn't let him sleep. He groaned as someone said hello, and he ignored it. He turned to his right, to see the cafeteria filled with people. Curious to see if Stephanie was in there, he peeked his head in. He got a glimpse of Stephanie and saw her. He then hesitated on doing a small wave like he usually did when he said good bye. THen finally did a 'hello' wave before walking back, not staying to see her response. Hoping she saw the wave, so he wouldn't look like some idiot waving to no one in particular.

He knew he wasn't the type to wave at people, even friends. Or...Trying to be friends. But he knew that if they were 'trying' that didn't mean, him walk away and have her run after him. He had to put effort in. And he planned to try his best with it. What if this friendship became some kind of treasure to him? He would need to try, to figure that out. 

He rolled his eyes as he got his map out. Hating how he still got lost, when it came to looking for his locker. After he finally found locker 213, he went to it, and played with the combination. Then opened it, and started getting his books for next clas.s. After he got his 'English' books out, he slipped his backpack behind his back, and started toward the cafeteria. He knew he was going to hate it though. The crowds, loud talking and screaming. He would much rather go to the quiet library where no one was. But he was doing it for Stephanie and him. Though it wasn't a real relationship. Yet... Andrew stopped walking at the thought. What was he thinking? The last thing he needed was exactly that! And didn't he already tell himself, he would NEVER...EVER like her that way? This was what I was afraid of...

He frowned at the thought, as he walked into the cafeteria, and looked for Stephanie. He saw her sitting, and walked toward her. Thanking God that her back was toward him, so he could walk as slow as he wanted. Hesitating each step. Still thinking about what he just thought a couple seconds ago. Then finally got to the other side of the table, and sat down across from her. Doing a small shrug to her, instead of saying much. He couldn't help being quiet. Maybe she'll understand that? He didn't know, and wished he didn't care. But he did. "Hey..." He said, quietly.