Counterfeit Reality: Schizophrenic
Chapter 03: Momentum
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Mystel sighed and took in another drag from his cigarette. His left hand was holding a beer bottle. He smiled lazily and slumped beside Brooklyn. He was smoking too, but had no beer. Tomorrow they would have to start their eleventh year at St. John's Central. Both would probably look like shit, and have hangovers he figured. But he couldn't help how addicting it was.
Mystel pictured himself. His blond hair would be limp and dull. He spiked it to the sides, so that it stuck to the sides of his head in two spikes. His blue eyes would be lifeless, and motionless. His skin sallow, sticking to him. He sneered as his image formed in his mind. Bags under his eyes, lips sucked in. He winced and then pictured Brooklyn.
His hair would be dull and limp as well. His moss-shaded eyes would have bags under them from lack of sleep and schizophrenia. He would look like shit, and probably be really tired. Mystel smiled a little, he was the only one that knew about Brooklyn's problem.
Other people just thought that they pissed him off, when actually they hadn't. It was amusing to watch how they would react, most of the time they were scared and confused. It never ceased to engross the blonde.
One minute he would calm and collected, then he would be angry and pissed off. Then would act like he was a rock, silent and brooding. It never surprised him, but he didn't like it when his best friends' moods changed so rapidly that sometimes his whole character changed. It scared him sometimes that maybe Brooklyn would forget who he was.
He didn't want that. Brooklyn was like his family since his real family cared so little. They had met in middle school, and had become really good friends from the start. Sharing similar views and opinions only brought them closer. They were addicts and generally were interested in the same things.
Mystel was into girls and video games, while Brooklyn was more into cars and music. Generally they enjoyed each others company, and often times drank and had joints together. Mystel watched as people passed them by, giving them no second glances. They were outsiders in an insider's territory. At least that's what Brooklyn had said once.
Materiel things didn't matter all that much to them, they'd rather have each other's presence. It felt weird at times though. How they would just go to each other's place without even calling, tell each other to meet up somewhere. They were always there for each other. Neither felt complete without the other. Brooklyn and Mystel were practically blood related, or so they figured.
Once they had gone to a physic just to mess around with her, see if she really could see into the future. Asking her if they would ever get off drugs and drinking. She had told them a little rhyme.
'True friends are never far apart, each keeps the other in their heart.'
This had weirded them out, so they had left. That was almost four years ago, Mystel remembered. They had solemnly sworn to never do physic readings ever again.
The blonde sighed and leaned back into wall then took another drag on his joint.
"S'rong?" Brooklyn indistinctly slurred together then tilted his head to watch his friend.
"Nothing, just thinking." Mystel replied quietly, then turned his face heavenwards.
"Don't think too hard, eh? Don't wanna have to call nine-one-one." He smirked.
Mystel rolled his eyes and smirked. That was Brooklyn for you. "I didn't know you knew how to count..." He trailed off, his eyes held a cynical glint to them.
They just sat there and let an easy silence pass between. They acknowledged each other's intellect, but liked to joke around all the same.
"I'm done." Brooklyn threw his cigarette butt on the sidewalk, then got up to rub it into the concrete. Mystel copied the redheads' actions. They started there way to the blondes' house to play video games until they would get nauseous. This was their 'ritual', every time the school year would start over, they had a joint then played video games until they got sick. After that they would order pizza and drink alcohol. This was something else they had sworn on.
The sky darkened while they walked. It was already nine thirty-eight. They would stay up until three in the morning at least Brooklyn figured. The fourth annual 'Lets-play-video-games-till-we're-sick-then-get-drunk-and-order-pizza' night. He smirked; this was why he and Mystel got along, because they understood each other, and respected each other.
That was why they made such good friends, Brooklyn thought. "So did you get any new games?"
"Uh, yeah. I got more of that Tekken stuff, and some racing game. I think it's Gotham Racing or some shit like that, cost me fifty-three. I dunno, the salesman said it was supposed to be really good. It got two or three awards I think. You got any money on you?"
"Why?" Brooklyn deadpanned.
"Because I wanna know."
"I would, but I left my wallet at home."
"Liar. Besides I was asking because I'm out of alcohol and we need some anyways." Mystel replied.
"Che, like I believe you. You just wanna get laid." Brooklyn retorted.
"So? I know you want to too. And I really don't have any left at home."
"Yeah, well I have alcohol and my wallets at home too."
Brooklyn smirked and watched the blonde mutter something that sounded a lot like 'Doesn't know what he's talking about, sad, sad guy. Doesn't know what he's missing.'
The redhead shook his head and raised his eyes heavenwards. What an interesting life he led. He was an insomniac, paranoid, schizophrenic. And he could prove it too. He suspected everyone of trying to mess him up one way or another. And he couldn't sleep at night, so he took drugs. He constantly pressured himself, aside from that he had multiple personality disorder. He was smart, but just chose not to obey authority and didn't do his work. The joys of being Brooklyn Adams, he sighed.
"Ah, whose class am I in?" Shahero shouted over the noise. She was jumping up and down so she could hopefully catch a glimpse of the list on the board. But that was impossible, there were people crowding all around and she was much to short to look over their heads.
"Hey John-John, gimme a boost."
Johnny looked from where he was standing talking with Aspin and Kai. He turned to face the blunette inquiringly.
"Yeah, what?"
"Gimme a boost, I can't see the list." She whined.
Johnny smirked and nodded. He bent down a little so that Shahero could climb onto his back. "Make way for the Queen." He shouted, people all around them scattered making Shahero give a triumphant look.
"Hi 'Hero. Oh, hi Johnny, I didn't see you down there." Amber snickered; She was sitting on Tala's shoulders. Shahero grinned at her, then patted Tala's head.
"So, whose class are you in?"
"Dunno, that's why John-John is helping me, see." She continued on to pat Johnny's head, messing up his hair as well. He ignored that, and scrolled own on the list until he found Shahero's name. He groaned and shook his head.
"Bad news and good news, what do you want first?" He asked her.
"What do you mean what do you want first?" She asked back sceptically.
"Okay. I take that as bad first. You're in Bellfords' class." He waited for her to get over the initial shock so that he could continue on. "But the good news is that I'm in your homeroom as well..."
He didn't look exactly happy so she decided to question him further. "So why don't you look happy?"
"Because... Hitoshi's in our homeroom too." He muttered quietly. A look of outrage crossed Shahero's face, she scowled then scrunched her nose in disgust. She jumped off Johnny's back then slumped to the wall and sat down, leaning against it.
"There goes one very brave soul."
"Or a really depressed Hero." Tala mumbled to Ambers comment.
Both of them turned their attention back to the bulletin board that was covered with lists of paper. This was how they told you what homeroom class you were in. Bakuten didn't send you a letter a week before school started; they made lists and posted them on bulletin boards.
"Be happy Ami, Kai's not in your class this year. I'm in your class and so are Oz and Bryan."
"Coolies! So who've we got this year?"
"Uh. It's a new teacher I think. Haven't heard of him before, it's Mr. Knightly. He sounds like one of that olden day's people." Tala snickered, Amber joined him.
"I don't believe I am Mr. Ivanov, Ms. Benson. In fact you could say I'm pretty modern." The man looked young, he had a golden blonde ponytail that went to his shoulders. He had a lip piercing, and a tattoo that started at his neck and went down. Amber guessed it was a snake of some sort the way that it circled around his neck, and went down past it. Wolfish brown eyes held an amused glance in them as he surveyed two of his many new students.
A pair of jeans hung loosely on his hips held up by a belt. He wore white runners from what Amber could see. He was wearing a white button down shirt that was wrinkle free, but wasn't tucked in. A tie hung from the collar of his shirt, but it was done loosely giving the impression that he was easy going and nice. Whether he was or not they would find out soon enough. The students that were standing there before had long since left. Leaving only Amber and her friends.
"Yeah, sorry." Tala nudged Ambers knee with his hand. When she didn't respond he looked up to see she was gawking at the older mans lip piercing. He mentally rolled his eyes, that was just like her.
Amber stared at his piercing, then grinned. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. She jumped off Tala's back and held out her hand.
"Hi, I'm Amber Benson."
He took her hand, shook it and grinned. "Mr. Knightly. Pleased to meet you."
"Sorry about that. I didn't realize who I was talking about. Or to." She added as and afterthought.
"No problem. What are you all still doing here? Class starts in two minutes. I suggest that you all get to your homerooms. Amber, Tala you two follow me."
He started to walk away, Tala and Amber following him. Everyone else started to leave as well.
"Come on you guys, hurry up!" Tyson yelled to Miyami and Arista. "We're late."
"Yeah. We heard you the first fifty times, no need to repeat yourself again. We're practically deaf now, anyway." Arista said while running. Her bag, which had been carelessly slung over her head and onto her shoulder, was open and the cover was flapping. She struggled to try and close it, but it was no use so instead, she kept her hand over it and hoped it wouldn't rip.
"Tyson, you do know that it was your fault that we're late?" Miyami's hair was silver and streaked with pink and purple. It was fluttering behind her, her choppy bangs covered her silver eyes. She was wearing maroon lipstick, and her ears were all but covered in earrings. Every single piercing had a stud or earring in it. There was a spiked ring in her eyebrow; she had pointed almost canine like teeth. She was on her skateboard, and was ahead of Tyson who had decided to run since his board had a crack. Arista was struggling to stop her bag from ripping while she was rollarblading. She was ahead of Tyson too.
She looked back at them. The three of them made quite a sight for sore eyes, she mused. She was wearing the school uniform. A white button down shirt, and a black tartan pleaded skirt. She had it decorated it logo's, ironons, pins, badges, and all sorts of stuff she could put on it. It suited her, and looked great too. She was well on her way to becoming a designer. Miyami had decorated Arista's skirt with gold and silver safety pins along the side. The pins were permanent since Kane had glued them at the ends with Krazy Glue.
Miyami studied her Russian cousin. She was slim, and wore her shirt a few sizes too big. Baggy clothes suited her. She had a small nose unlike most Russians, and small lips too. But a big mouth, Miyami's lips curved. Arista always got into trouble a lot for talking without thinking. But she was a quick thinker, and a loyal friend. Sometimes she was insecure, but most of the time she was confident and loud. She wasn't afraid to say what she thought. Her tie hung around her waist as a sort of belt to keep her skirt from slipping.
Miyami wanted to be a designer; she was different in a sense. Funky. That suited her just fine. She glanced over at Tyson. He was wearing black pants that were a part of the uniform. His shirt had the first two buttons open, and his tie was tied around his neck very loosely. His buttons weren't done all the way the bottom, and his pants were falling. His hair was quickly shoved into a ponytail and his hat was jammed on top. His bangs fell into his face and his midnight blue eyes. His Japanese heritage showed on his face. His nose wasn't too small, and his mouth, however much of a loudmouth he was, was actually small. All in all he looked only half dressed, she mused, and messily at that.
She on the other hand always looked god no matter what she wore. Or so others told her. Her silky hair was tied into a ponytail, and had messily been brushed free of its tangles. It was still a little wet at the bottom from her shower. Her shirt hadn't been tucked in, but she never did that anyway. She smiled when she saw sight of the school.
"Hey, we're almost there. Maybe the doors are still open." She yelled over her back, and sped up just a little.
Arista copied her actions and sped up too, Tyson was falling behind again. He had only just caught up to Arista when she sped up again. He growled and kept running until he reached the large front yard of the school. Miyami was already prying at the doors that were now locked from the outside. He groaned, this could become a ritual, he thought. Since it happened every year. They were always late and always climbed on the tree around the back then climbed through the window on the second floor. Scratch that, it was a ritual.
"Come on; let's go to the back." He suggested, Miyami and Arista followed him. The three of them made their way to the back of the schoolyard, they passed the parking lot, the trees, and the grass covered lawn that was kept in condition. The found the tree that always climbed. As usual the window was open all the way; wafting in a gentle breeze that sifted through the air.
Since Tyson wasn't wearing a skirt, he climbed up first. He struggled for a few seconds then hazardously climbed his way up. When he made it to the top of the tree, at window level, he heaved his way inside. Clambering noisily in through the opening. Miyami was next since she was smaller. After shoving her skateboard into her bag, she started her way up. She climbed up effortlessly and slid through the window gracefully in half the time it took for Tyson.
Arista was last, she rubbed her hands together, and jumped up to the first branch. It was low, so she continued her way up. She still had on her rollarblades, but she was use to that, and continued her way up. Thank god she had gotten her skirt three times bigger the size than she actually needed. She almost slipped in order to close her bag and stop it from spilling. She took in a breath and let it out. She hastily made her way the rest of the tree. Using the ends of the blades as extra support.
"Come on." Miyami said in a whisper. Arista nodded, and reached out to take Miyami's hand. She helped her in, and they quietly made their way to the staircase. They walked down as quietly as they could, but it was kind of hard since Arista's rollarblades kept clunking and clattering with the smoothness of the stairs.
"Hold on." She said. She slipped off her blades, then took her shoes out from her bag, replacing them with the small rollarblades. They fell snugly into her bag. Her shoes were worn, and scruffy. Her and Amber had that in common. They both liked worn shoes instead of getting stiff new ones. She put them on and tied the laces. Miyami, Tyson, and Arista kept walking down the stairs until they reached the first floor landing. They stopped and opened the double doors. Walking through they made their way to the bulletin boards.
"Tyson, you have leaves in your hair." Arista stated.
"So do you." Tyson shot back.
"Quit it." Miyami said effortlessly. The two stopped bickering and looked to the female Kinomiya. "I've got Kai in my homeroom. Let's see who's teaching me this year." She scrolled up the list and found the name of her homeroom teacher.
"Mrs. Edwards. She's okay. I had her for gym last year; she's a bit slow though. Hey, Tyse, you have Aspin and Daichi in your class. Your homeroom is...Ms. Nezbit. She's that old lady. I feel for you Tyson." Miyami snickered unsympathetically.
"Har har." He said sarcastically.
"Eh, I have Mr. Ger-Gar-ugh-Mr. G." Arista said after frustrating herself from the pronunciation of her homeroom teachers' name. Tyson laughed quietly, as did Miyami.
"Shut it." She ordered but they just the opposite and continued snickering quietly.
The bell rang. A look of panic crossed all three faces. "Damn it, I wish just for once we weren't late. Now we're going to get a D.T."
As if on cue, a tall blonde man walked around the corner whistling. He stopped when he saw them. And started his way down the hall to them at a quick pace.
"Hey, you." He shouted.
"I don't want a detention. I say we run. We run fast. And we run now!" Tyson albeit whispered to his cousins. They ran down the hallway and to the double doors leading to the stairs. Arista opened them and sprinted up the first flight of stairs. Miyami and Tyson joined her. They struggled not to trip and fall. When they reached the third set of stairs they stopped running and pulled the door open. They stopped sunning now since this hallway was full of people. They blended in like bees and honey.
"Be back in a sec." Miyami said and turned into room no. 389. She emerged again with her timetable. "Double Math first two periods, Gym third, then lunch, and single Art. Why do I always get Double Math? I hate it; it's the same every single year. They do it on purpose just to get at me." Just because she was good at math didn't mean she had to like it. She stopped complaining when Johnny joined them.
"Hey guys, what's up?" He casually stepped in between Arista and Miyami, slinging his arm around the silver eyed Japanese. Just for good measure, and to make himself less obvious he slipped his other arm around Arista's shoulders.
Arista grinned. It was so obvious that Johnny and Miyami liked each other. The mutual attraction was physical and they respected each other too. They were jut scared that the other would reject them. I have to do something about that, she thought to herself.
"Me and uh Tyson here have to uh go get our timetables. Come on, Ty, let's go already." Arista dragged Tyson away from Johnny and Miyami.
"Fine. I wonder what period I have lunch?"
"You and food."
Miyami could hear them leaving her with Johnny. She knew they were doing it on purpose. An awkward silence creeped it's way to them. His arm was still around her shoulders. Sighing, because she knew he was stubborn, and because she wasn't she started to talk first.
"So who do you have this year for homeroom?" She asked him. He glanced down at her.
"I've got Bellford. Hitoshi and Hero are with me. What about you?"
"Edwards." At his confused look she explained. "She taught me gym last year. Blue eyes, brown hair, skinny like a stick, she's nice but she's really slow."
"I don't envy you having her every morning for a half and hour." He grinned and sent her heart spiralling. "What do you have?"
"Double Maths, Gym, Lunch, then Single Art." She groaned.
"Again? Oh well, I have Double Maths too." His grin never left is face, but there was sympathy in his voice.
Her heartbeat was dizzyingly rapid, and her heart itself was turning to mush. She grinned back. "That's not too bad."
"What do you mean not too bad? I might get a pass in Maths this year."
She laughed. He was smart, but he absolutely sucked in math. The only way he would pass was if he got a tutor. "Yeah, I could work out some time to tutor you. If you want." She added answering his question before he even had to ask.
"I thought you'd never ask." He joked. But he was sincerely happy that she had. He was literally crazy about her; it had just taken a lot of time to figure it out. Right now he was hoping that acting on his instincts and emotions wouldn't scare her away. But then why would it?
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