Every You, Every Me- Breathe
Aubrey sat staring at the clock above Peter's head; he had been in here for approximately twelve minutes and two seconds already, and no one had said anything yet. Peter began to tap his fingers on his desk, silently searching Aubrey's features for some form of a clue. "Look Peter," Aubrey said, giving in. "I wasn't planning on runnin' away or anything like that. I just needed some air. Occasionally it is a good thing to breathe."
"This is true," Peter said, still studying him carefully. "It is also occasionally a good thing to let your feelings go. It's never a good thing to keep them bottled up inside of you."
"Well, I released them, so I don't understand why I'm sitting here," Aubrey replied leveling Peter with a stare. He had never been intimidated by anyone before, and he wasn't going to start now."
"Aubrey, every kid here has a file, a few pieces of paper that we'd like to think could tell us why your really here. All you file says is that you put a male from your school into a coma, as of right now, that is all about you. Because your file says nothing about your mom, or your parent's being divorced. So, basically, what I'm saying is, I would like to know a little more about you."
"Yeah well, all those little stories you're lookin' to hear would take quite a while to tell, and to be quite frank, I don't feel like tellin' you any of 'em right now. So, if you could please excuse me, I would like to go to lunch."
Peter stared at him contemplatively, and then finally lowered his head. "Sure, but when you are ready to tell someone, my door is always open."
"Thanks Peter," Aubrey said smiling at him. When it came down to it, Peter was a pretty cool guy.
Sophie smiled at Aubrey as he walked past her and out of Peter's office, and gave him a small pat on the back. She couldn't, however, hide the fierce determination from her eyes as she turned to look at Peter head on. "Something wrong Sophie?"
"Yeah, you could say that," Sophie said, her tone a little harder than she had intended for it to be. "Miss Angela seems to think that she can go around doing whatever the hell she wants, and you don't even have a clue."
"Sophie, calm down," Peter said placing his hands on her shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry, I don't- I don't know what you're talking about."
"Exactly my point," Sophie spewed the words and then began to pace around the room, leaving Peter to stare after her in confusion. "She just… uhh! I mean, I am supposed to be the adult here, she's not supposed to be getting in to my personal life. It is none of her business. And furthermore, she can't tell me what to do. I am the authority figure here, and I'm supposed to tell her what to do, not the other way around."
Sophie at Peter intently, waiting for him to say something, anything. "Well," Peter began cautiously. "I still am not quite sure what you are talking about, but you are starting to sound a little like one of the kids here… How can you expect them to tell you a little about their lives if you won't offer any insight into yours."
"See, that is exactly what I am talking about Peter. You don't have clue. You think she's just innocently asking questions, but she's not. She is going into some seriously personal stuff about me and YOU, okay? And you want to know why she's using her so astute insights against me, just to keep me away from her. She knows that right now I would much rather hit her than look at her. And yes, okay, maybe I am going a little over the edge, but I can't help it. She just, she knows all the right buttons to push, and you're not even going to punish her."
Peter looked at Sophie and smiled slightly at her, and then he walked over to her and wrapped her up in a hug. "Okay, so maybe she shouldn't use your feelings against you, but that isn't exactly a reason to punish her."
"Well then how about the fact that I told her to go to lunch and she out and out told me that she was not going to, and to, 'shun away?'" Sophie replied, her voice muffled by Peter's chest.
"Well, then I guess I will have to reward her with a week of shuns," Peter replied, and then pulled back to look Sophie in the eyes. "But if you don't think you'll be able to hand having her as part of the Cliffhangers, then maybe I should reassign her to a different group."
"No," Sophie said fiercely. "Look Peter, I am aware that right now I may be coming off as immature, but if I give up on her now, then I'm no worse than those people who gave up on her before she came here. I need to do this, if not for that reason, then at least for my own sanity."
"Okay," Peter said. "I'll talk to her, and then I think maybe it's time that the Cliffhangers got a little closer to nature."
Juliette peered at everyone closely while pretending to be engrossed in her book. Scott was moping in the corner, which was perfectly understandable, Juliette only wished she knew how to help him. She didn't appear to be the only one as Juliette caught Shelby gazing over at Scott with her forehead creasing in concern. Auggie was working on one of his newest art projects, and Daisy and David were engrossed in conversation over something Juliette couldn't quite hear. It was like the whole gang was back again, minus Ezra and Kat. Kat… Juliette missed her a lot; she had been all alone with just Shelby and Daisy who always seemed to gang up on her. That was why Juliette had been so excited when Angela had come along, at least now she had someone to talk to, even if Angela was quite flaky. Speaking of which…
"Hey guys," Juliette said to the rest of the group. "Where did Angela go?"
Auggie looked over at her and shook her head. "I don' know, she wasn't at lunch either."
"Maybe she went on a made raging bitch fest, but wait, she did that already," Daisy said smiling at Juliette and the rest of the group the way only Daisy could.
"Or maybe she went and found Aubrey and they're off making mini versions of themselves," David suggested smirking.
"Or maybe your mind is way too into the gutter," Juliette said smiling as she threw a pillow at David, who in turn threw it back at her, which in turn started a pillow fight. Auggie, Daisy, Juliette, and David were all immersed in their pillow fun when the back door of the lounge slammed shut. Everyone stopped their fighting immediately and looked around the room. Juliette's eyes rested on a confused Shelby who could be going after the one and only Scott. Juliette sighed and sat back in her chair, sometimes she wished she could be the one to make him feel better.
Scott stormed out of the lodge and made a beeline for the docks. He had been sitting there for at least a minute before he heard someone come up behind him and sit down. "Shelby, I can't talk about this right now."
Shelby looked over at him and smiled, then grabbed his hand. "You don't have to," she said after a moment or so. "I just wanted you to know that I'm here, and I always will be."
Scott rested his hand on Shelby's chest and she began to run her fingers through his hair. "I just don't get it."
"Don't get what?" Shelby asked him.
"How can they sit there and act like everything is okay? Everything is not okay."
Shelby was silent for a moment. "Maybe because they don't know what else to do. Maybe they think that you already feel bad enough, and that there's no use sitting around being miserable."
Scott sighed and rolled over so he could look up at Shelby. "Is that what you're trying to do? Make me feel better?" Scott waited for Shelby to say something, but she never did. "You don't have to try to make me feel better Shel, that's not your job."
"It's not that easy Scott. I mean, I sit there, and I see you being all sad, with your heart broken in two. I sit there and watch you, and it kills because I know that there is nothing I can do to help you. You're dieing inside and there isn't one thing I can say or do to change that."
"Shelby, all you need to do to help is be there for me. Yeah, it's gonna suck for a while, and sometimes I'm going to act like a real jerk, but as long as you're there with me, I'll be okay. You're all I need Shelby," Scott said looking up at her, completely serious. Shelby smiled down at him. "I love you."
"I love you too."
~*~*~
Carve your name into my arm
Instead of Stressed I lie here charmed
"cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and Every you
Author's Note: Howdy! Umm, basically, I know that you are waiting for my excuse as to why I haven't written in a while, so here goes: 1) My dad switched out our computers cause our old ones crap, and it took him awhile to get it set up, and I still don't have any of my saved files or anything; 2) My best friend's mom (more like my second mom) umm, passed away recently, and it's been really painful, and I've been trying to just help my friend out because the circumstances are very painful. So, there you have it, those are my excuses, take them or leave them, I don't really care. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know it is a lot shorter than the other ones, but I thought it should end there. Well, please review.
Aubrey sat staring at the clock above Peter's head; he had been in here for approximately twelve minutes and two seconds already, and no one had said anything yet. Peter began to tap his fingers on his desk, silently searching Aubrey's features for some form of a clue. "Look Peter," Aubrey said, giving in. "I wasn't planning on runnin' away or anything like that. I just needed some air. Occasionally it is a good thing to breathe."
"This is true," Peter said, still studying him carefully. "It is also occasionally a good thing to let your feelings go. It's never a good thing to keep them bottled up inside of you."
"Well, I released them, so I don't understand why I'm sitting here," Aubrey replied leveling Peter with a stare. He had never been intimidated by anyone before, and he wasn't going to start now."
"Aubrey, every kid here has a file, a few pieces of paper that we'd like to think could tell us why your really here. All you file says is that you put a male from your school into a coma, as of right now, that is all about you. Because your file says nothing about your mom, or your parent's being divorced. So, basically, what I'm saying is, I would like to know a little more about you."
"Yeah well, all those little stories you're lookin' to hear would take quite a while to tell, and to be quite frank, I don't feel like tellin' you any of 'em right now. So, if you could please excuse me, I would like to go to lunch."
Peter stared at him contemplatively, and then finally lowered his head. "Sure, but when you are ready to tell someone, my door is always open."
"Thanks Peter," Aubrey said smiling at him. When it came down to it, Peter was a pretty cool guy.
Sophie smiled at Aubrey as he walked past her and out of Peter's office, and gave him a small pat on the back. She couldn't, however, hide the fierce determination from her eyes as she turned to look at Peter head on. "Something wrong Sophie?"
"Yeah, you could say that," Sophie said, her tone a little harder than she had intended for it to be. "Miss Angela seems to think that she can go around doing whatever the hell she wants, and you don't even have a clue."
"Sophie, calm down," Peter said placing his hands on her shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry, I don't- I don't know what you're talking about."
"Exactly my point," Sophie spewed the words and then began to pace around the room, leaving Peter to stare after her in confusion. "She just… uhh! I mean, I am supposed to be the adult here, she's not supposed to be getting in to my personal life. It is none of her business. And furthermore, she can't tell me what to do. I am the authority figure here, and I'm supposed to tell her what to do, not the other way around."
Sophie at Peter intently, waiting for him to say something, anything. "Well," Peter began cautiously. "I still am not quite sure what you are talking about, but you are starting to sound a little like one of the kids here… How can you expect them to tell you a little about their lives if you won't offer any insight into yours."
"See, that is exactly what I am talking about Peter. You don't have clue. You think she's just innocently asking questions, but she's not. She is going into some seriously personal stuff about me and YOU, okay? And you want to know why she's using her so astute insights against me, just to keep me away from her. She knows that right now I would much rather hit her than look at her. And yes, okay, maybe I am going a little over the edge, but I can't help it. She just, she knows all the right buttons to push, and you're not even going to punish her."
Peter looked at Sophie and smiled slightly at her, and then he walked over to her and wrapped her up in a hug. "Okay, so maybe she shouldn't use your feelings against you, but that isn't exactly a reason to punish her."
"Well then how about the fact that I told her to go to lunch and she out and out told me that she was not going to, and to, 'shun away?'" Sophie replied, her voice muffled by Peter's chest.
"Well, then I guess I will have to reward her with a week of shuns," Peter replied, and then pulled back to look Sophie in the eyes. "But if you don't think you'll be able to hand having her as part of the Cliffhangers, then maybe I should reassign her to a different group."
"No," Sophie said fiercely. "Look Peter, I am aware that right now I may be coming off as immature, but if I give up on her now, then I'm no worse than those people who gave up on her before she came here. I need to do this, if not for that reason, then at least for my own sanity."
"Okay," Peter said. "I'll talk to her, and then I think maybe it's time that the Cliffhangers got a little closer to nature."
Juliette peered at everyone closely while pretending to be engrossed in her book. Scott was moping in the corner, which was perfectly understandable, Juliette only wished she knew how to help him. She didn't appear to be the only one as Juliette caught Shelby gazing over at Scott with her forehead creasing in concern. Auggie was working on one of his newest art projects, and Daisy and David were engrossed in conversation over something Juliette couldn't quite hear. It was like the whole gang was back again, minus Ezra and Kat. Kat… Juliette missed her a lot; she had been all alone with just Shelby and Daisy who always seemed to gang up on her. That was why Juliette had been so excited when Angela had come along, at least now she had someone to talk to, even if Angela was quite flaky. Speaking of which…
"Hey guys," Juliette said to the rest of the group. "Where did Angela go?"
Auggie looked over at her and shook her head. "I don' know, she wasn't at lunch either."
"Maybe she went on a made raging bitch fest, but wait, she did that already," Daisy said smiling at Juliette and the rest of the group the way only Daisy could.
"Or maybe she went and found Aubrey and they're off making mini versions of themselves," David suggested smirking.
"Or maybe your mind is way too into the gutter," Juliette said smiling as she threw a pillow at David, who in turn threw it back at her, which in turn started a pillow fight. Auggie, Daisy, Juliette, and David were all immersed in their pillow fun when the back door of the lounge slammed shut. Everyone stopped their fighting immediately and looked around the room. Juliette's eyes rested on a confused Shelby who could be going after the one and only Scott. Juliette sighed and sat back in her chair, sometimes she wished she could be the one to make him feel better.
Scott stormed out of the lodge and made a beeline for the docks. He had been sitting there for at least a minute before he heard someone come up behind him and sit down. "Shelby, I can't talk about this right now."
Shelby looked over at him and smiled, then grabbed his hand. "You don't have to," she said after a moment or so. "I just wanted you to know that I'm here, and I always will be."
Scott rested his hand on Shelby's chest and she began to run her fingers through his hair. "I just don't get it."
"Don't get what?" Shelby asked him.
"How can they sit there and act like everything is okay? Everything is not okay."
Shelby was silent for a moment. "Maybe because they don't know what else to do. Maybe they think that you already feel bad enough, and that there's no use sitting around being miserable."
Scott sighed and rolled over so he could look up at Shelby. "Is that what you're trying to do? Make me feel better?" Scott waited for Shelby to say something, but she never did. "You don't have to try to make me feel better Shel, that's not your job."
"It's not that easy Scott. I mean, I sit there, and I see you being all sad, with your heart broken in two. I sit there and watch you, and it kills because I know that there is nothing I can do to help you. You're dieing inside and there isn't one thing I can say or do to change that."
"Shelby, all you need to do to help is be there for me. Yeah, it's gonna suck for a while, and sometimes I'm going to act like a real jerk, but as long as you're there with me, I'll be okay. You're all I need Shelby," Scott said looking up at her, completely serious. Shelby smiled down at him. "I love you."
"I love you too."
~*~*~
Carve your name into my arm
Instead of Stressed I lie here charmed
"cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and Every you
Author's Note: Howdy! Umm, basically, I know that you are waiting for my excuse as to why I haven't written in a while, so here goes: 1) My dad switched out our computers cause our old ones crap, and it took him awhile to get it set up, and I still don't have any of my saved files or anything; 2) My best friend's mom (more like my second mom) umm, passed away recently, and it's been really painful, and I've been trying to just help my friend out because the circumstances are very painful. So, there you have it, those are my excuses, take them or leave them, I don't really care. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know it is a lot shorter than the other ones, but I thought it should end there. Well, please review.