Yes, I took forever to update. Sorry, there are waay too many things happening in my life. Like, bad things. But yeah, there's a lot of Castiel/Eleanor interaction in this chapter. That is actually the only thing there is in this cahapter. Hope you guys like it! Don't forget to review if you did

Kisses ;*

On Monday of her second week in the school, Eleanor decided to stop showing her overexcitable and happy personality through her clothes, going back to jeans, black vest top and a plaid shirt. She had already made friends after all.

Her first weekend was boring - except when her brothers almost blew up the neighbours fence, that was awesome. Rosalya showed her the town, but, as Castiel had said, it was really small, but being so close to Brighton everyone would go there to enjoy the Nightlife. So, obviously, Rosalya said "We'll go to the Brighton Pier and some clubs next week! They're the best in the South Coast! You do have a fake ID right?"

The first thing she noticed in school that Monday was that Rosa and Lysander were not there. She talked to Iris and Violette and Zoe, and they were pretty nice, but she was concerned about her friends. Castiel was there though. Was Castiel her friend? No idea. Maybe. Turns out the kind boy from the park was not kind. He was grumpy and sarcastic and maybe a little bit scary.

When she went up to the roof with her tuna sandwich, she found Castiel eating a bag of crisps alone. She thought about going back down and having lunch with Violette, Iris and Zoe but, when she was about to turn back and leave, Castiel saw her. The boy moved over so Eleanor could sit where she usually did that past week. On the floor, facing the bench where Rosa would normally sit, right next to Castiel.

"Um" The girl said, sitting down "Do you know why Rosa and Lys didn't come today?"

"Leigh is sick or something. They're taking care of him"

"Oh" Was all she managed to say.

"I'm glad you are wearing normal clothes today"

"I wear normal clothes every day!"

"Green trousers are not normal"

"Alright, I admit. I exaggerated that day. But it was my first week and I like showing my personality through my clothes when I meet new people. Now I'm back to my usual clothes. But, what about you?"

"Do I wear green trousers? No I'm a fucking functional human being"

"I meant do your clothes reflect your personality? Because if they do, it's little depressing"

"Hey, I wear things that I like"

"There is not a single colour in your outfit today"

"Yes there is. Black. And sometimes I wear some white. Or some red. Maybe blue. If I walk around wearing bright colours all the time I'll lose my reputation"

"I bet you are a big softie" Eleanor said with a grin. Castiel killed her with his eyes "I'm just saying that people who look so tough are normally broken on the inside"

"I can assure you I'm in on piece, little girl"

"I'd rather you call me ginger"

"Why? Does me calling you little girl make you uncomfortable, little girl?"

"It's not that. It's just every time you say it I start singing Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes in my head. I love the song, but it's getting annoying"

"Little girl, you are so- ... Godammit!"

"Little girl you caught me staring odd" Eleanor started singing.

"No"

"Or was that just a telescopic camera nod"

"Stop it!"

"P-p-painted dolls in the highway-" Castiel shoved one of his crisps in her mouth to shut her up and both of them started laughing. He had a nice laugh.

"You are so fucking annoying"

"I'm sorry, but you are stuck with me. Forever"

"I can always kill you"

"But you won't"

"Say whatever makes you sleep better at night"

"So, when will you dye your hair red, Gerard?"

"Look, Anna, You'll have to dye your hair turquoise"

"I'll never dye my hair turquoise"

"So you've got your answer"

Castiel finished his crisps and lit a cigarette. Eleanor always wondered how he never smelled like cigarettes. He smelled like perfume and leather and... Castiel. They only really knew each other for a week and Eleanor already created a smell for him. But it was a unique smell. Like, Lysander smelled like new books and peppermint, Rosa smelled like expensive shampoo and vanilla. But Castiel had a smell that she couldn't identify. It wasn't just Leather and perfume.

"This things will kill you one day. It's a terrible habit"

"You say that every day. I won't stop because of it"

"Why do you smoke?"

Castiel froze. Eleanor could see no one ever asked him that before. He breathed out some smoke and looked up at the sky. It was blue and the sun was out and Eleanor could breathe so well. It was nice feeling the sun in her skin. Castiel was still trying to fire out what to say.

"I smoke because I want to. Because I lived things that are not nice and I'm not broken, but I'm scratched, and smoking is the solution I found"

"That was deep"

"Meh. That was kind of like the ultimate bullshit, little girl- Oh my FUCKING GOD!" Eleanor rolled on the floor laughing at Castiel's expression. It was the face of a broken man with an annoying song in his head. He took out his phone and looked through his music library "Let me delete this and play this"

Eleanor chuckled as Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance started playing. Both of them started singing along and Eleanor noticed how beautiful Castiel's voice was. It was low and husky, much like his non-singing voice, but prettier.

"This could be our band. Like, we could sing along to them when we have nothing to do at 4am in a school night and go to concerts and shit. You are Gerard Way after all"

"First of all, they split up-"

"I'm ignoring that" Eleanor interrupted

"-Second of all" He continued, ignoring her as much as she was ignoring the fact that MCR had split up "We're not even friends and you're crazy"

"I'm not crazy, and of course we are friends. Look at us getting all buddy-buddy"

"You are so fucking weird. C'mon, the bell rang we unfortunately have Spanish together now"

"And now you are offering to walk me to class, like a true gentleman. See, we're friends"

"The cops will find your corpse in the beach tomorrow if you don't shut up"

"Friends"

"You'll die a slowly and painfully"

"Best-friends"

"We are people-that-are-around-each-other-a-lot, at best" The boy admitted. Eleanor threw one of her arms around Castiel's neck, in an awkward side hug.

"Don't worry, one day you'll wake up and realize 'wow, that Eleanor girl is really, really cooool. And I want to be her friend'" She said dramatically.

"Let's go, person-I'm-around-a-lot, I have to plot a murder" Castiel shoved her ahead, but not before she noticed the grin on his face. Achievement.