A Twist In My Story {Elion}

[Nicolette]

Leon turned his head to the left, slightly glancing back at her as she looked down. Her voice was very soft, and when it lightened, along with the sight of her small smile, Leon's body relaxed slightly. It had been a while since he had been shown kindness, himself, so maybe he was just being a little cynical in thinking that now he was away from Alex and Lizzie, no one would give a shit about him.

"You make it sound as if you want to know me..." He spoke, reminding himself of her first small comment. He scoffed and shook his head before sighing and turning to the side, reaching his hand out in front of her.

"If you're willing to get to know a real asshole... Then I'm Leon D'Amore."

Never would he use his father's surname... Always his mother's... His darling mother's...

[Faye]

His first comment made her blush and she averted her gaze to the wall to avoid eye contact. No need to make the situation any more awkward than it was already. But she was getting somewhere and she was feeling good about herself, she was slowly trying to break out of her shell but... the paranoia would eventually settle in..

She couldn't help but let the smile spread across her lips, but she stopped it so she didn't look like a dork. "I do.. want to know you.. Leon," She said, lifting her gaze to flash him her smile. Leon.. it was a nice name and it suited him. "I'm.. I'm Elise van Daele," She felt proud to be introducing herself to him, if she hadn't pressed on before then it would have just been a weird encounter and they would probably never meet again.

[Nicolette]

Her smile caused him to smirk just a little and he turned to look back down the hall, letting out a light sigh. He then turned to walk to the wall close by and he moved to sit on the floor, placing his backpack next to him as he did so. He looked up at Elise, blinking once with his visible eye, as if he were wondering why she hadn't joined him yet.

Elise... This girl was odd. She was the first person to speak to him, even though he technically had initiated the whole thing. She could have just let him walk off and forgotten about him... But there was something that made her stop him, and there was something about her that made him actually stop. Whether it had been the fact that she continued to persist, or the fact that the words she spoke had been the same words Alex had spoke, he'd never know... But he figured that Alex and Lizzie would have wanted him to find someone, anyone, who would give him as much attention as they had.

Hell... Elise's persistence to stop and listened to her reminded him much of the earlier days of his relationship with the Young sisters. He wondered why that was, but eventually shook it off. Stop dwelling, and just accept the fact that yes, someone has actually taken interest in your companionship.

[Faye]

His next set of movements shocked her, she had gotten through to him with her persistence. The smile remained on her lips and she quickly went to sit beside him against the wall when he had glanced up at her. She tucked her skirt between her calves and thighs again as she brought her knees up to her chest, her arms wrapping around them, a natural sitting position for her.

She fiddled with her hands, nervousness seeping into her expression and actions. She slowly averted her gaze from the ground to look at him, seeing his eye patch up close. She slapped curiosity and turned to a different question, "So um.. what.. what year are you..?"

[Nicolette]

Was that really what she wanted to ask? He highly doubted it, but he would just go along with it. He stared off at the wall in front of him, bringing his legs up so he could rest his arms on his knees.

"I'm an eleventh grader. Back home, I'd be a junior in high school..." Back home with Alex and Lizzie... Lizzie would be a senior and Alex had just graduated. He wondered how they were doing since he'd last talked to them. It had only been about a week and a half, but he hadn't gotten a chance to call and ask them how they've been doing. He glanced over at the girl next to him. "Yourself?"

[Faye]

Ah, so he was older than her. She had a hunch that he was, he definitely wasn't a year younger. Something just told her that it was almost impossible for him to be younger. Her left hand was hanging onto her right index finger as both her arms were wrapped around her knees, her eyes staring at her lap. The hard linoleum floor was beginning to hurt but she ignored it, what she could feel through her school skirt was nice and cool.

"I-I'm a tenth year," She said softly, feeling her cheeks heat up and she looked to the side, away from Leon. She swallowed the lump in her throat, unsure of what to ask next. Maybe.. just maybe he would have something to ask her.

[Nicolette]

A silence fell between the two as Leon turned his gaze back to the wall across from them. He wasn't entirely sure what to say, since she hadn't asked any more questions. He wasn't the kind of person that was used to normal interaction with people. Normally Lizzie would start up a conversation and Alex would help prompt him into talking.

"...H....How come you were crying...?" He asked, though he regretted it almost immediately. It was probably a bad question to ask, considering she had finally stopped crying. He hoped that asking her wouldn't cause her to start crying again...

[Faye]

The question caused her heart to thud in her chest, everything felt as if they were in slow motion and a sweat drop fell from her forehead. She wouldn't cry, she had to toughen up, it wasn't the end of the world. But she hated disappointing people so much and she was so clumsy..

She swallowed again, turning her gaze to the boy next to her but it looked as if she was just looking at the ground beside her. Eye contact seemed awkward. "I just.. had a bit of a rough time.. in class..." Her voice was soft, barely audible. If he wanted to know more, she would try to answer as best she could, but reminding herself of her failures and clumsiness got her all worked up.

[Nicolette]

"Which class?" He couldn't help but ask. While he was pretty crappy in Mathematics, he did rather well in most of his other classes, besides P.E. He hardly knew the girl, but if it was school work she was having trouble with... He could try to help her out, if she'd let him. It would give her one less reason to cry.

He could almost imagine Alex smiling and saying, "You want to help because you're a good person." And he would roll his eyes and tell her it was just the benefit him self since girls crying was annoying. But Alex knew him well...He would do it because he had a good heart, even if he refused to believe it.

[Faye]

Well at least it wasn't a direct question like 'what happened'. She shifted a bit, the tips of her feet pointed together, like she was pigeon toed. "Chemistry.." She murmured in reply, she wasn't having trouble with the work, it was the teacher who was always huffing and haring about her taking so long to do the work and when she tried to speed up she messed up. Today, she had accidentally squirted another student with dilute acid, though not corrosive and didn't harm the girl the teacher still went off.

As her position began to feel uncomfortable, she rested her legs across the linoleum floor, the cold floor was comforting. Her hands rest in her lap, fiddling with the hem on the end of her skirt which came to about mid-thigh since most of the material was bunched up around her bottom from sitting down.

[Nicolette]

Chemistry was actually a class that he didn't have much trouble with. He was able to see the measurements just fine with his left eye alone, so he didn't have much to worry about. The equation parts were always a little tough, since it involved horrible maths, but he did well enough with the actual experiments.

"What kinds of things do you have problems with in chemistry...?" He glanced over at the girl to his side again.

[Faye]

Although she didn't like the idea of pouring her heart out to someone and expecting them to listen while she did so, it felt nice to talk about it. Normally all her emotions were poured into each lyric she wrote down in her notebook but... actually talking to another human being seemed more.. comforting? Like someone cared? If only Adele and Cilla were here.. she would be fine, then.

"I'm fine.. with everything in Chemistry.. I'm just.." She swallowed, her bangs falling over her eyes, casting a dark shadow over her eyes. "I'm really.. clumsy..." She hoped he got her drift.

[Nicolette]

Leon couldn't help but scoff and turn his eyes forward to the wall, but he gave a small smirk. He sighed and continued to give that smirk as he stared at the wall ahead.

"I know too well how that goes..." He said, his voice softening slightly. "It took me a while to work with poor depth reception. I've had my fair share of thinking that the table was closer than it really was. It took quite a while to get over it... But..." He glanced back over at the girl, his voice taking on a sort of nervous tone. "If someone like me can get over clumsiness, I'm sure you'll be able to... With a little work..." He looked back forward, pressing his mouth together in a hard line. There was a tiny pink blush across his cheekbones.

This is definitely something Lizzie would call an 'awwwww' moment.

[Faye]

Hearing how he could relate, Elise suddenly found herself feeling interested in what he had to say to help her. She lifted her gaze from the floor and dared to look up at his face, a light gasp escaping her lips but it was hardly noticeable. The definitions on his face were definitely attractive, a blush graced her cheeks and she felt warm over, she snapped her head away, looking to her lap.

"Th-thanks.." She pushed her two index fingers together out of nervousness, "I just hate.. disappointing people, that's all.." She loathed being in people's bad books, she hated the looks on people's faces when she didn't do it to their standards. That's why she loved Adele and Cilla so much, they didn't care how she did things, as long as she tried her best..

[Nicolette]

Leon watched the girl for a moment before he reached out to lightly tap her shoulder with the back of his hand. He made sure she was looking at him before he spoke again.

"Don't let other people control you. Who gives a shit what they think. Take your time, relax, and don't give a flying fuck what they think. If you do it slow, but do it right, then it's worth slowing down and taking your time. And if someone protests, tell 'em to fuck off. They're not the damn boss of you."