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Aimee Hart

"I never do things the easy way."

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a character in “Laurel”, as played by AngelGirl

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{ "Life gets weird when you know too much" }


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[center]Name
Aimee Hart

Nicknames
Aimes \\ "Only my brother can call me this, thank you."
Amerilla // "My grandpa could never get it right..."

Age & Grade
17 & Rising Senior

Number of Years at Laurel
5

Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual || "Usual stereotypical white girl, I know."

Group
Powerful

Power
Claircognizance || "So, basically, I know everything about anything. Sort of. I'm a lot better at controlling it now, but see, how it used to be was anytime I touched something I would just get flooded with information. I even passed out once when I touched a chair 'cause I got, like, explicit details on everything that went down on there. Yuck. Now, I just avoid touch when I can, but even if I do accidentally touch you or something I can choose how much info I take in. 'Cause there's a limit and everything, you know? Every time I use my power it takes a little more out of me each time and I have to space it out. So sometimes if I use too much I burn out and I have to wait for it to recharge, like a battery. It sucks."





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// Willpower \\ "I'm telling you, when I set my mind to it, I can do anything. Good luck trying to get me down."
\\ Personality // "The people just love me. What can I say?"
// Kindness \\ "I'll admit, I tend to be a nice person."

Weaknesses
\\ Death // "Big sore spot for me. Not a fan."
// Power \\ "Not only my power, I already talked about what that does to me. I mean, political power. We have cliques, any school does, and the strength these bitches have freaks me out. It's like hardcore Regina George."
\\ Trust // "I'll admit, I have a hard time with it."
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// Overload \\ "As much fun as it is to know everything, there's such a thing as too much. There's some stuff you can never forget."
\\ Slip-up // "It's hard to keep straight what people have told me and what they haven't. If I say something that they don't know I know, it could get ugly."

Secrets
\\ Orphan // "Classic girl loses parents deal. They died when I was twelve, a gas leak in their office building, and my older brother and I were kind of screwed. We had lost our last grandparent a year before, so there wasn't anybody they could throw us to. When we came to Laurel, we didn't tell anyone. For the past 5 years we've managed to keep it a complete secret. Even though Ty (My brother) graduated, I still don't tell people."
\\ Sex // "I, uhm...I had sex...with a girl. Her name is Lane, she goes to Laurel. I just...I was having a really bad day, and...she made me feel better, I guess. No one knows, I made her promise not to tell anyone, 'cause...I liked it. What does that say about me?"




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Personality
{ "I have to describe myself? Oh boy." }
Aimee is a very multi-faceted human being. She's sweet and kind when she wants to be, and she's tough when she needs to be. She doesn't let anybody push her around, but she can be very insecure at times. She has almost no faith in her friendships, so if you joke with her about not being her friend anymore she's most likely going to take it seriously and be very hurt. She puts up a good front, but her anxiety usually gets the best of her. She's constantly thinking about what the right thing is to do or say, and after a moment is passed she'll think about it for days and whether she could have done something differently or whether the person is still thinking about it. She knows this is irrational and that the little things she does probably doesn't mean anything to you, but she's up all night thinking about it anyway.

Aimee loves to love. If she lets you in to her heart, it's a great honor. She cares so ferociously and so purely that it often knocks you off your feet. She's always there for you when you need it and never says no if you ask something of her. She's often driven for hours on end just because a friend called her and said they were having a hard time. If you ask something of her, she'll do it no problem. This sometimes gets her into trouble in relationships because her boyfriend will either get freaked out by how much she cares about him or he won't reciprocate it. She tries to convince herself that he wasn't worth it but it's even harder for her to let go of emotional attachments. Something about her being a Scorpio? Regardless, she tends to be a little clingy and doesn't know what to do if she loses someone. However, you won't know this side of her unless you're really observant, because she keeps it way hidden. She thinks it's crazy and would never want to burden anyone with it, so she locks it down.

Aimee is very witty. She comes up with the best comebacks and she knows the funniest jokes. It's pretty hard not to laugh when she says something. She doesn't really have a filter when she talks, which definitely plays a hand in it, so you rarely have her hiding something little from you. She keeps a lot of big secrets, but never any little ones. It's kind of a side effect of claircognizance. She knows everything about you (if she chooses to) so she can't really keep anything in. She's great at keeping other people's secrets (she kind of has to) but her own? Screw that. You never really know if she's being serious though because she always finishes it with a joke or a funny line.

Aimee is such a hopeless romantic, tying in to her ferocious love trait. She's a sucker for romantic movie moments and wants a boyfriend that'll sweep her off her feet. She loves getting flowers and cards, and you can never say you love her enough, she'll always enjoy it. She loves when a guy holds her hand and kisses her in public, because it means he likes her enough to show her off. She never says no to a date and even though, for some reason, guys find this hard to believe, she's totally cool with just chilling and watching netflix if her boyfriend is super tired. She just loves to be around you, in your space. If you don't wanna talk, she's fine with it. People underestimate really how "go with flow" she is.




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Likes
Candy // "I have a MAJOR sweet tooth."
Babies \\ "Kinda depends. I like 'em until they start crying."
Friends // "The more the merrier!"
Sex \\ "With the right guy! I'm no slut." {I totally don't slut shame. To each her own. ~Angel}
Her power // "As much trouble and anxiety it gives me, it is pretty cool."
Life \\ "It's crazy to think that life is so short. Live it up!"
Adrenaline // "I sit on windowsills while driving, I stand up on the roller coasters, I walk on the train tracks. It just makes me feel so alive."
Jewelry \\ "My favorite is my Claddagh ring. I never take it off."
Cats // "They are so cute and fun to play with."
Dogs \\ "I don't discriminate."
People // "I thrive off of social interaction. Total extrovert."
Books \\ "So much better than movies. I always fall asleep while watching something but gimme a good book and I'll be up for days!"

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Dislikes
Insanity // "With all the info I take in, what if I go nuts-o?"
Spiders \\ "No thank you!"
Heart // "What if I bare my soul, and then poof you're gone?"
Giraffes \\ "Those necks are not normal!"
Dark // "Childish, I know."
Cramps \\ "Thank you, Mother Nature."
Panties // "Doesn't that word just sound weird coming out of your mouth?"
Dishonesty \\ "I'm a very honest person, and such I expect the same in return."
Tests // "Who does like them?"
Chickens \\ "Stupid little creatures."
Pain // "It's weird, 'cause I like getting piercings and everything but a little scrape? I freak out."
Pink \\ "You'll never catch me in it."




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Biography
{ "Don't you have anything better to do than delve into my personal life?" }
Aimee grew up pretty nicely. Really nicely actually. They lived in this gated community in Virginia. She wasn't really sure what her parents did for a living back then, but she knew it had to have been something important. They had a nice big house with a pool, and all of her friends houses were big, too. She went to a private school with her older brother Tyler (Ty for short) and she usually got everything she wanted when she asked. So, yeah, she was definitely spoiled. Ty hated her for it. He was the older brother so even though they lived pretty privileged lives, he still got put on the spot for everything and was always being told he had to watch out for Aimee. They had a pretty good relationship, usually got along, and rarely ever fought. They had the perfect little family.

Until the fire.

Their parents had been working all day. It was one of their late nights, so Ty and Aimee had been told to pop in a pizza and go to bed on their own. This was fine, it happened about once a week. They put in the pizza, did their homework, and went to sleep. But, in the middle of the night, the sound of sirens woke the whole neighborhood. Everyone went outside and stood on the streets as they watched the local office building burst into flames. Almost everyone there had people who worked in the building, and everyone's heart was racing to see the outcome. When they finally put out the fire, it was discovered that only a handful of people had survived, and Aimee's parents hadn't been a part of it. They had the funerals the next week, but the kids couldn't be there. They had lost the last remaining family member, and since their parents didn't leave a will, they had to be put into a group home. At least they got to stay together, though all of their property became property of the banks, and such they lost all money and belongings they ever had.

After about a month in the group home, a stuffy business woman in a suit came to talk to the siblings. It was right around then that Aimee started developing her powers. She wasn't afraid of them, because Ty also had powers of his own. He could see auras. It wasn't as jarring as Aimee's powers, but at least she knew she wasn't alone and that she could talk to him about it. Anyway, the business woman said that she knew what they were, and that she was there to help them. She said that there was a special school they could go to that would help them learn to control their powers, but that they couldn't tell anyone about them because there were other kids at the school who didn't even know that powers existed. They agreed, and were shipped off to Laurel Academy the next day.

Since then, Aimee has practiced over and over again on controlling her powers. Claircognizance is tricky because there's such a risk of overload, so she always had to be careful on what she took in. Ty's powers were pretty self-explanatory, so there wasn't much training he needed to do. They kept their orphan lives a secret from everyone, and when Ty graduated he moved to Manhattan and got his own apartment. Aimee is set to move in with him when she graduates also, since they got much closer after the fire.

Altogether, Aimee's lived a roller coaster of a life.





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Played By: AngelGirl

Dialogue Color: Cantaloupe

Face Claim: Daveigh Chase

So begins...

Aimee Hart's Story

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As soon as Aimee distanced herself, he shook his head as to tell himself off and quickly retrieved his hands, that now lied flat on the bed. As a powerful student, Carr should understand and be accustomed to the particularities, but truth is people had always been more careful around him then he was around them, so it had never seemed like a problem. He examined Aimee’s face and the pain and helplessness in her eyes kept catching him by surprise. They had been friends for many years now, and in several occasions had had to comfort each other when things got thought, but he couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her like this. And whatever it was, it didn’t seem like something he could make better at all.

”Aimee. It’s alright. We can… We can deal with complicated, ok? You don’t have to explain just… I’m here. We’ll manage.” He wanted to understand. He desperately wanted to be able to do something about it, just make it go away. Unfortunately, this isn’t one thing that could be solved with junk food and bad movies, with goofy dancing or funny faces. This was something real, and asking even more about it would do no good. Just like with Erin the night before, he could see pushing her would only cause distress. He almost couldn’t hear the whisper she let out, but as soon as he could put together the words “class" and “forget”, if it was possible, his mood worsened. “You really thin—“

His voice was cut off by the sound of knocking on wood and his friend’s name being called. It took him a bit of time to recognize the young man standing at the door as the guy from the night before, who had stumbled into Aimee and spilled booze all over his shirt. He frowned, trying to remember at what point in the night the two of them had exchanged names or talked at all, but he just assumed it was one more thing that was forever lost in the fog of his drunkenness. Well he pondered that’s an awfully strong statement for someone who met her last night… But he could really feel this was just a bit of jealousy on his part, certainly he had nothing but her best interest in mind, and anyone could see the girl was really an emotional wreck and in no condition to learn at this point. He looked at Aimee’s face again, and thought about all the times she had stayed by his side when he needed her. Truth is, for a variety of reasons, most of which had to do with his mother, Carr was not one to skip class, even if it was just summer classes like this, but he had already left her last night and wasn’t about to do the same. But somehow… His gaze shifted back and forth between Lucas and Aimee, and there seemed to be a strange connection, an aura of comfort and understanding. Like they had some kind of invisible bond in which he wasn’t included. And then he waited. For Aimee to say something, for the odd guy to do whatever he came to do. He wished he could touch Aimee and she could only see what was in his mind right now, but he knew that’s not how it worked. Instead, he just stared at her in silence, while his mind whispered Say anything. I’ll do whatever you tell me to. Just don’t be sad, Cookie.

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Aimee almost smiled at Anthony's comfort instinct. They had been through so much together, but usually it was her comforting him not the other way around. She felt bad, being so weak, but she knew he didn't see her that way and that all he wanted to do was help her. She was about to respond when the knock on the doorframe had her head turning numbly in that direction, only to see Lucas standing there awkwardly. He spoke to her, only glancing once at Carr, and stepped into the room. Seeing him there, her emotions quieted. She felt...relieved. Carr had been there to comfort her, in any way he could, but Lucas possessed the actual knowledge of what she was going through without her having to explain it. It was just so easy, and it took a lot of weight off her shoulders just by knowing he was there.

"Not creepy," she murmured. You heard me, she thought to him. She had been so shell-shocked before, she hadn't had the chance to really see Lucas. Now that she was, she immediately felt calm wash over her, but at the same time shock and regret. Lucas knew. He had seen it in her mind. He knew about her and Lane. There was nothing she could do to hide it from him. Her eyes swelled up with tears again, but she turned away from both of her friends so that they wouldn't see them fall. He doesn't know, she thought, implying that Lucas knew one of her secrets and Anthony knew none of them. She felt awful. Her best friend didn't know her truths and yet this guy standing before her, an unmistakable bond maybe but still an acquaintance, knew her darkest tales.

"Anthony, you can't...you can't miss class. Not even for me. I'd never forgive myself if you broke your rule," she murmured to him, speaking of his oath to always attend his classes. She could tell from his expressions that he was wary of Lucas, and she couldn't really blame him. They were protective of each other, Aimee and Anthony. They always looked out for each other, and she could tell that that was part of the reason why Carr didn't want to leave her. I need to go to class eventually, she said in her mind, looking at Lucas. She had barely any energy left to speak, and was only doing so for Carr's benefit. She was unbearably weary, not sure whether to reach for Anthony or for Lucas. She settled on leaning her head against the wall and curling her hands around her knees. She had lost control. They would figure out what to do. She was just wandering.

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For the second time, Lucas' presence seemed to calm Aimee down, and he wondered at it. She trusted him more than he felt any person should after less than 24 hours; though he knew her exact reasons, he still couldn't wrap his head around it. You heard me, she thought, and he gave the slightest of nods.

Well, that's an awfully strong statement from someone who met her last night, thought a voice in reference to what Lucas had said. His eyes snapped to Anthony, was frowning at him in vague confusion. Anthony seemed to pick up on the connection that Lucas and Aimee apparently had now, feeling excluded. It washed Lucas in awkward guilt. No, no, I'm the one intruding, he wished to say to the guy. You two have been friends for years and me...I'm just some creep who knows too much.

Aimee, too, seemed to be realizing the unfair difference between Lucas and Anthony keenly. He doesn't know, she thought with dismay, and it filled Lucas with the same miserable feeling, especially when she turned to the wall to hide her tears. I'm sorry, Aimee. He wished the thought-reading went both ways. I'm sorry for your powers, and me, and Nina, and Lane, and this shitty day.

She spoke, bidding Anthony go to class, and directed at Lucas, I need to go to class eventually. He closed his eyes, brow furrowing. But not today.

"I don't wanna speak for..." he paused, trying to remember if the guy's name had been said aloud or not, "Anthony or anything, but I'm going to guess he-- Lucas glanced at him-- "And I...we...don't plan on leaving you alone like this."

He thought of a way to make this better. To make things more equal. He knew Aimee's power and Aimee knew his, and Anthony was in the fucking dark despite being closer to Aimee than Lucas imagined he'd ever be. He found this imbalance profoundly unfair, but wouldn't dare reveal Aimee's secret, so...

He took a breath and straightened his posture, cocking his head to one side. "Besides," he said with a wry smile. "I don't think any of us would like Speech and Debate anyway."

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Character Portrait: Sterling Walker Character Portrait: Nina Nikolayevna Romanov Character Portrait: Aimee Hart Character Portrait: Rebecca Sayre Character Portrait: Erin Hill Character Portrait: Lane Blackwell Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Anthony Carraway Character Portrait: Lucas Long Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan
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Time Skip
It is now 9:45. Mrs Jefferson has welcomed the class in, given the seating chart, and explained the assignment. Erin is out in the hallway working on the preparation part of her speech. No one else has received their topic yet, they are just inside chatting amongst themselves or reading or something along those lines.


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The paper is still curled up in Erin's hand. Half of her had been glad to go first, because it allowed her instant distance from Sterling who, by some cruel twist of faith, is now seated right next to her. To get away from that class in general, actually. Not only Sterling, but also Nina and Daniel. Perhaps if she had been seated next to Lane, she would feel more at ease. Unfortunately, that is far from the case, as she sits on the other side of the room from her. And so she jumped up when her name was called to go outside and work on her speech. Now she regrets moving with such haste. She uncurls the paper.

Forgiveness.

Oh. This isn't so bad. I should be fine. Okay, I've got this. Forgiveness. Okay, Erin takes a long breath and begins scrawling things on the back of her thin slip of paper. Lead with reference to "if sorry was enough, police" joke. Too exaggerated for real life. To err is human. Importance of moving on. Let wounds heal. Forgive, strengthen. Erin doesn't notice the irony in her own notes. All she knows is that she has already been outside for two minutes and despite attempts to reassure herself her palms are sweaty and she desperately wants to get this over with. She twists the paper in her hand, a nervous tick. Knocks on the door to be let in. A Gifted boy, Rory, opens it for her, and wishes her good luck in a whisper. Erin walks to the center.

As she is the first speech, people are slightly more focused on listening. They knows Mrs Jefferson will notice if they are already playing on their phones or whispering to one another. Keevan stops his conversation with her, probably about some book or another, to sit down and lean back. Erin has never before wished that people would be more disrespectful towards her. She wants them all trained on their phones, on each other, on the posters around the room. Anywhere else. But they are on her.

"Um. My topic was forgiveness," Erin shows the class her slip and immediately regrets doing so. It's not like they think you're lying to them, idiot. Erin is impulsive. Erin is loyal. Erin is playful and sometimes loud and always smiling. Until Erin is told to make a speech, and then she is prone to self destruction, like a foolish cartoon supervillain. The feeling of standing up in front of people is not unlike eating a star and trying to digest the burning feeling of your insecurities. Erin took this class deciding that she must learn to present eventually. It must get worse before it can get better.

"Has the timer started? Yeah? Okay, cool. Start now. Please.

If sorry was good enough we wouldn't need police officers. It's too late to apologize. An eye for an eye. We're living in a culture that criticizes the ability to forgive, instead, um, opting for cynicism and, uh, punishment. Half the time we don't even realize we're doing it. But it's there. It's the uh archaic notion that we are born one way and never change."


She makes brief eye contact with Nina, which lapses into her staring at her for a few seconds while the planned course shifts.

"But people can change. And y'know maybe that's the problem. Maybe sometimes people change in ways you could never imagine, and that's um the thing we can't forgive them for. Because we had so fully trusted one ideal, and it just breaks down in front of us, and not always for the better."


And then Sterling, just behind Nina. He had always been either behind or at the side of Nina. He should have remained there, instead of vanishing and allowing matter to collapse into that sudden vacuum until a black hole was formed. Until the Queen was born.

"People don't take responsibility for what they've done. Or even if they do, they can't change the way that their actions have launched others into that negative change. And, I mean, it can be hard to forgive someone that turns everything to ash in your mouth. When people separate they leave holes in the fabric of the quilt they were once part of, you know? I mean, not that people are quilts exactly. Um. Sorry, how much time left do I have?


"Two minutes. Erin, you seem to have lost your point. Try to reel it back in, please. I love the imagery but an impromptu should be a bit more structured. And don't forget about triangulation, okay? I'm unpausing the time now."

"Oh. Sorry. Right. So, I mean sure forgiveness is something we should aim for but sometimes it can just be, um, difficult. I mean I guess nothing is impossible but sometimes people just screw up so badly that there is nothing they can do to fix it and how can you forgive someone if the problem is just left to fester, especially when they didn't have to deal with the problem. The rest of us- er, the people, do. Maybe not forgiving is the only way to, erm, cope, I guess. Or something. I'm sorry, I'm not sure where I'm going anymore can I sit down?"


Mrs. Jefferson studies Erin, who had her for English this previous year, for a moment. She takes a long sip of tea, face unreadable while Erin just stands up there silently, doing a poor job of subtly avoiding looking at Sterling and Nina.

"Yes, I suppose in the interest of time you may take your seat. Although you may want to consider representing next class in order to improve the grade." Both teacher and student know Erin will not be trying to make it up for a higher grade. Even sitting next to Sterling seems refreshing in comparison to the thousand suns she felt at the podium.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Why am I in this class is it too late to transfer this was a bad idea can I ask for a seating change? Deep breaths. I'm not up there anymore. Erin can be passably clever when not in the spotlight. In the arena, however, her armor is stripped away by the eyes of spectators. "Shut it," she mutters to Sterling, who is as of yet innocent in terms of any scathing remarks.

"Alright, well. Rebecca Sayre? You're next, dear. Come, take your paper. You have seven minutes beginning when the door shuts behind you."

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Anthony couldn’t seem to be able to take his eyes off of Lucas now. Somehow, him and Aimee had apparently even talked about the class he was having this morning. Meanwhile, Carr didn’t even know the other boy’s name. He felt embarrassed, most of all, and the constant pain in his head didn’t help him figuring out this strange situation at all. Why was he so concerned? Not that he thought this was bad at all, he looked like a pretty stand up guy but…

Then he thought. Aimee was an attractive girl, he supposed. I mean, she didn’t look bad. Carr had never actually thought about it but… The talk with Erin the previous morning had him wondering if perhaps this was the reason this guy seemed so attentive. He couldn’t help but blush slightly, feeling like a bit of a third wheel. I wonder if last night…

He shifted his gaze back to Aimee. It was true, though, he had absolutely no will or strength to get to Speech and Debate at this point. Honestly, he was already feeling so bad, and speaking in public made him so worried, he actually might get sick. So, with a deep sight, he tried his best to give his friend an encouraging smile. ”You know what? This is… Our peak, and I have never once skipped class. What kind of teenager am I? You’d be doing me a favor.” He tried to smile at Lucas as well, but really it seemed more like a bit of a sloppy call for help ”This guy, hmm” He gave him an apologetic look for not remembering his name ”Is right. You know how much I hate that class.”

Aimee was strong. No matter how much she cried or if she screamed and fell apart, she was still strong, because she could get through this. She could overcome and always go back to being her usual sweet, joyful self. But she couldn’t do it alone. If nothing else, he could at least offer her this, comfort. And if she had trusted someone like Carr to be by her side for all this years then… Then this was his duty.

”I'll make you a deal. I’ll go back for PE, but I’ll stay with you for know. We will. We could stay in and eat a whole bunch of candy, and we only have to talk about it if you want to. Ok?”

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Aimee let out a little half-laugh as Anthony reiterated what they had drunkenly said last night. Our peak... she thought. Anthony was right. She had always nagged him about being such a good student, even in 8th grade he always went to his classes, and she thought she was being so superior as a sophomore that she knew all the ropes of high school and that she was basically a genius in the making. Oh, how she was very wrong.

She could tell by the way that Carr was glancing at Lucas that he felt a little awkward around him, and from the way his face looked Anthony wasn't in a good state of mind either. She never really figured out what happened after he went off with Erin, since he never responded to her text. Knowing him, he was probably feeling pretty guilty about leaving her, especially with her acting like this. She wanted to console him, she felt like she had to, even though she knew that he was the one who wanted to be consoling her. Sorry, honorary little brother, she thought. She almost wished that Anthony had the same ability as Lucas, so that she wouldn't have to worry about what she was keeping from him. But, when she thought about it, she probably would have kept it from Lucas too by putting her wall up. I guess it doesn't really matter now... her mind whispered as she glanced at Lucas.

I know we don't know each other very well--well, I guess we didn't know each other very well--so I understand if you feel weird knowing about...well, about me. The playing field is slightly more even now, I guess, she thought to him. She knew it had to be done, she couldn't say it out loud and risk giving away Lucas's power since she knew he was sensitive about it, but she still hated having a side conversation without Anthony even the slightest it aware. He was her best friend, her family, so why did she feel like she couldn't tell him any of this?

"No fair, you know I can't resist candy," she said to Anthony, wiping her eyes on her shirt sleeve and controlling the remainder of sniffles left from her crying. She looked at him with doe eyes, her classic Aimee move without even trying, and sent him a watery smile that verged on genuine. "Got any Sour Patch stashed away?"

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Well then, Lucas thought, trying to hide his mortification when he realized what Anthony assumed went on last night. That was not the conclusion I was hoping he'd reach... And damn his tendency to blush easily-- he could feel the heat in his cheeks at the very thought. And now Anthony was feeling like a third wheel to his best friend and a guy whose name he didn't even know.

Aimee sent some thoughts to Lucas, but he saw that she also felt guilty for keeping Anthony out of their little secret and their one-sided conversation. She spoke to Anthony, keeping up the facade.

The more I stand here blushing like an idiot, the more suspicious I'm going to look, he thought. I'm going to have to tell him...and outright this time. He shifted from foot to foot, as if tamping down his terror.

"Aimee, it's ok, I'm gonna tell him," Lucas blurted out, and before Anthony could draw any more unfortunate conclusions about this sentence, he continued, "First of all, my name's Lucas, not 'this odd guy'; second of all, nothing like that happened last night; third, I knew you were thinking all that stuff and what class we all have because I have a power too and that's that I can read minds, not that other reason. Surprise! Ok, candy then?"

By this time his shoulders were tense and risen, his eyes were fixated on the carpet pattern in the room, and his arms were crossed, pressed tight to his chest. He felt like a bug underneath a magnifying glass, waiting to see whether he'd be burned by Anthony's reaction. Regardless of what happened though, he knew it was something that had to be done. He couldn't drive a wedge between a friendship like that. And if Anthony freaked out, didn't trust him after this, told him to leave them alone, well, he could deal. Like he always did.

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”You know I do.” he announced happily, partially enchanted by Aimee’s lovely smile. It was a relief, really. There wasn’t really much he could do having no information, and probably, if he had any, there would still be little he could solve, so seeing her even the least bit recuperated lifted some weight off his shoulders.

When Lucas suddenly spoke again, Carr was surprised to see his face was a bright crimson. He looked very embarrassed, and his words were completely mysterious to Anthony, since Aimee hadn’t said a thing that could lead to this answer, and… By his tone, it seemed like something important. Than, the string of uninterrupted words started pouring out of him, and in opposition to Lucas’ flushed cheeks, Anthony’s turned a pale, almost sickly white color. How did he… He couldn’t remember saying any of this aloud. He was mortified that Lucas knew the god damn weirdest things he had thought in the last five minutes or so. Then suddenly… ”…I can read minds, not that other reason.” Anthony’s eyes widened as he tried to recall everything he had thought while Lucas was in the room. Oh God.

”Oh. Oh. I… I’m so sorry if I… I just didn’t think you… I assumed… Like, if you did, there was no…" Anthony felt a tightness in his neck and couldn’t stop fidgeting, so he took a long, deep breath and lowered his eyes to the floor, defeated by his own words. All he could actually manage was ”Sorry I called you odd guy. That’s pretty cool."

Please, could you not tell Aimee I thought that? She’d be mad… Anthony tried to organize his thoughts and not think about how much of a fool he was feeling like right now. He also realized how tense Lucas was himself, for some reason, and felt bad. He supposed his thoughts were rather judgmental towards him so far. Then, came to him the sudden realization of what that meant to Aimee. A power quite similar to hers. And then, the night before. Anthony’s expression of guilt and embarrassment shifted into one of awe and admiration, like a kid staring at their new toy for the first time.

”Oh! So this is what last night was about! That’s why you were so weird!” Absentmindedly, he pointed to Aimee, a curious enthusiastic smile slowly spreading across his face while his voice got louder. ”Yeah, this is so cool! Can you, like, talk to each other through telepathy or something? I mean, if you touch…” His voice slowly died as he realized no one else really seemed very excited, and he must be sounding like an asshole. With a timid smile directed at the both of them, he scratched the back of his neck nervously. ”I'm sorry. I don’t know how it works.”

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Aimee tensed immediately when she looked at Lucas. He was bright red, and he had the expression that he was about to say something big. She sat forward a bit, tell him what? and then he said he could read minds and Aimee's eyes widened, looking at Anthony. He stammered and she looked back and forth between them, one eyebrow raised in confusion. "Nothing like what...?" She asked tentatively as Anthony started to get almost as awkward as Lucas. Oh! Oh GOD! The realization hit her and she sat back, containing a tad bit of laughter and covering her eyes with her hands.

Anthony got excited and pointed to Aimee, to which she gave him an amused expression. It felt good to see him getting so happy and wondrous, and it definitely helped to improve her mood. It reminded her of how it usually was between them, all laughs and fun. Even though last night they had been joking around like normal, it felt like it was forever ago. So much had happened within the past 24 hours. Meeting Lucas, touching Erin, fighting with Lane, Nina, the overload. It all seemed so surreal, like it didn't actually happen. But, then she thought to herself that the three of them wouldn't be in her dorm ditching class if it hadn't of happened. "It's exactly like you think, Carr. If he touches me at the same time that I have my wall down, we can hear each other's thoughts," she said. She looked gratefully at Lucas, "If you hadn't of done that downstairs, I...I wouldn't have been able to leave. It felt like..." she curled her arms around her knees again, "like I was frozen in that one spot, just letting all of it in and not being able to control it. It was awful," she admitted.

She looked at the both of them, and realized that Anthony had no idea what she was talking about. Taking a deep breath, since we're all being so honest..."Anthony, I...there's something you don't know, uhm..." She combed her fingers through her hair nervously, looking at Lucas like he could somehow make this any easier. "I got in a fight with Lane earlier, and...it was about, well...a couple months ago I was having a day that was, unfortunately, a lot like this one, and we, uhm, well, Lane and I, we, we had...sex..." She said the last word like it didn't belong anywhere near her, which was stupid because her and Carr had always been open with that kind of thing, and yet she felt like it was against everything in her to talk about it. One secret down, another one to go...at some point that's not right now.

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Everyone has been at their chosen PE activity for the day for about ten or so minutes now. Weather is partly cloudy, looking like it might turn to a light drizzle soon.

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The idea of this connection between Lucas and Aimee brought a slight smile to his face. For some reason, it sounded so comforting and calming to have someone who could knew everything about you, and who you knew everything about as well. Someone who wouldn’t judge, because they truly understand. Someone who didn’t need any words to know how you felt or what you wanted. It must be… easy. It must feel like home. And although he still really wanted to know what had brought Aimee to such a state, she seemed really grateful to Lucas, whatever he had done, so that… that was good. Lucas still hadn’t said a word since the revealing his power to him, and Anthony wondered if he should do the same, but well, he probably already knew. Besides, he was sure Lucas wouldn’t be scared or push him away. If the two boys, complete strangers, had one thing in common, it probably was both of them had had their share of judgement because of their abilities.

When his name was called again, Carr came closer to the bed were Aimee sat. She was speaking quietly, and in a way he wasn’t accustomed to. He sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping some distance, both to hear her better and to alleviate the pain in his limbs. Once she finished the stuttered sentence, he felt glad that he had. Not only had an enormous amount of information been thrown at him, he couldn’t really put together what Aimee had just told him. Lane…? He had always thought Lane and Aimee had little to no connection at all. Not even friends. How had they… Besides, it’s not like they hadn’t talked about things like this before. As much as Carr felt weird talking about sexuality or imagining his friends were involved in any sexual activities, ever, as a boy who had dealt with a lot of doubt about his own sexuality, there’s no way this wasn’t brought up with his best friend. But Aimee… She had never seemed confused. Quite the opposite actually, she was the one who helped Anthony figure out a lot of things. And then, somehow, in his sensitive, overprotective mind, Carr made a connection probably only he would have done, and his expression shifted from a befuddled paralysis to a strangely worried, tormented gaze.

”What was this fight about?” The tone wasn’t really the one most common in his voice. ”Aimee, you were having a bad day and… Aimee, did she take advantage of you? Cause I’ll go talk to her right now. If she did anything at all to hurt you I…"

As soon as the thought entered his mind, he shook it off, realizing how presumptuous he must sound. It was a serious threat, what he was about to say, one he expected he never would, so he told himself to stop assuming things, as he apparently had been doing a lot today. He didn’t know anything about it. It wasn’t his call. He ran a hand nervously through his head and stood up, unable to keep still.

”I'm sorry. I got carried away. Wow, this was weird, I’m really sorry. I’m just… surprised. I mean, I would never have thought… Why didn’t you tell me? I mean, it’s okay, but you know I would’ve understood. As he spoke the last word, he felt a harsh sting as the loud sound of the bell echoed in his head. Oh, God. This hangover, and Gym. Perfect. He looked at both Aimee and Lucas, with a frustrated look on his eyes, as if asking for help. ”Well, I better go… My room is unlocked. You know were I keep the hidden goods. Just don’t eat my peanut butter.”

With a deep sight and an insincere smile, he started to leave the room. Damn his consciousness. Damn school. He really, really wanted that peanut butter.

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Aimee watched the various expressions dance across Anthony's face, and she braced herself for his words. She felt awful having kept it from him for so long, but hopefully it was understandable? How could she have told him what she wasn't really sure of herself? He looked at her sternly, with a lot of protectiveness, and asked the last thing she expected. "What? No! No no, nothing like that I swear. She didn't hurt me..." Aimee said vehemently. Lane had done the exact opposite, which is something Aimee would probably never admit out loud. Looking at Carr, she was surprised that he had started to make a threat. Carr had always been so gentle, and she had always been so protective, but she supposed that he had always had that edge inside of him. His power was centralized in fear, after all.

She nodded along with him, knowing she should have told him. Idiot, you should have told him months ago... she thought to herself. She had known that he would understand, and yet for some reason she had convinced herself that it could never be spoken of again. To anyone. And look where that had gotten her. At the same time as Anthony, she heard the bell ring. However, it seemed as thought it physically hurt him to hear it. She supposed it was the after effects from last nights bonfire, and she felt bad. The last thing he probably wanted to do was go to gym class, but she knew that skipping one class had been asking a lot from him, and skipping two would have been near impossible. She smiled at him, a real smile, when he left and sighed. Leaning her head back against the wall.

Aimee's head felt almost unbearably heavy, probably a post-crying/overload migraine coming on, and she really didn't feel like opening her mouth. Luckily for her, she didn't have to when talking to Lucas. Are you going to gym, too? She asked him. While she knew Carr's thoughts almost without touching him, she had yet to really figure out Lucas's habits. Sure, she knew his past, but the past didn't make the person, and she had yet to get to know the person. What she did know was that he cared about her, and she him, but that didn't mean squat if she just ended up annoying him. Thank you...for being here. For dealing with me, she thought, her mind saying more than her words ever could.

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When Anthony apologized for calling him 'odd guy', Lucas managed a smirk. "Well, you didn't exactly call me that, you thought it, and holding thoughts against you would be a real dick move."

Anthony threw some thoughts at him, and before he could pinch the bridge of his nose and tell Anthony and Aimee both to stop having secret conversations with him like they were passing notes in front of the teacher, Aimee started snickering; it had dawned on her what Lucas had meant by "nothing like that" and contrary to Anthony's fear, she considered the thought hilarious.

Then Anthony started getting excited about Lucas and Aimee's powers, and Aimee was feeling better and thanking Lucas for what he'd done, and his hackles lowered, his muscles began to relax. He could feel the trust--trust toward him, flowing through both their minds, and he was sure it was undeserved but it felt damn good nonetheless. To be trusted. To be accepted. Hell, to simply not be labeled a freak-- and he suddenly realized they never would've done so; they were used to being called 'freaks' themselves. "No problem," he mumbled absentmindedly. Though Anthony probably is really confused as to what you're saying...

Aimee seemed to realize the same thing, and the lighthearted tone in the room faded after such a frustratingly short time. Shame and nervousness swirled in Aimee as she confessed her secret-- or at least, one of them, Lucas thought wonderingly-- and confusion and worry swirled in Anthony as he processed it. Then, something occurred to him that had never even crossed Lucas' mind, and the thought made his stomach drop.

"Aimee, did she take advantage of you? Cause I’ll go talk to her right now. If she did anything at all to hurt you I…" Anthony trailed off, realizing the force of what he was going to say, what he was threatening to do.

In that moment, briefly, Lucas saw stormclouds. He saw snakes and fire and a 50 foot drop to nothingness, grinning fangs in the darkness and the shadow of death. He heard the echoes of screams, cries of madness and fright. The color that had been burning his cheeks drained from his face. He looked at the guy sitting on the bed next to Aimee, shaking his head, running his hand anxiously through his tangle of hair, stuttering and stumbling over words. Lucas had gotten a brief glimpse of his powers before, when the guy'd considered whether Lucas knew about them or not, but this...this was not what he'd imagined they'd be.

Aimee reassured Anthony that there was no harm involved, to both the guys' relief, then the dull ringing in her and Anthony's minds happened again. Bell already? Anthony got up to head to gym, resigned to having to miss out on the peanut butter stash in his room, and Lucas couldn't help but look at him in wonder as he left. A power like that and he still puts up with gym class? This school is luckier than it realizes...

Now it was only Aimee and Lucas, like last night. He was humbled that Anthony trusted him enough already to leave her in his hands, though he kept trying to tell himself it was only for the sake of attendance. Aimee was getting a pretty bad headache and it was starting to hurt him too, but he wasn't going to tell her that. She directed some thoughts towards him because she was too fatigued to speak.

"Deal with you?" he said incredulously. Then, flatly, "What the hell are you talking about."

He shook his head. "This isn't...this isn't dealing with you. Makes it sound like you're some sort of burden. You're hurt and sick; how could I--we not make sure you were alright? I should...I should be thanking you for dealing with me." Looking down, he continued, "Last night...you didn't have to put up with my bullshit for two whole hours, but you did. And now you think you're annoying me?"

"I don't really wanna go to gym," he said solemnly, memories of shouting coaches and collapsing with fatigue in his head, "and I don't really want to leave you alone when you're like this. So, if you're ok with this--with me being around..." He looked at her and simply shrugged.

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Aimee opened her eyes and looked at him incredulously. As he was talking, he looked almost...angry. No, not angry. Shocked. He was shocked that she should apologize, felt like it should be him doing it instead. She smiled, scooted over a bit and patted the bed beside her. "Not that I need someone to babysit me, but I'm glad you're here," she said. Looking out the window, she saw various people running or on their way to the boathouse, preparing for some gym class or another. She wondered if she would see Lane, decided she didn't want to know, and turned back to Lucas. Now that she was feeling slightly better, she took the time to notice him next to her. "You look tired," she said concernedly.

Aimee leaned against the wall again, turning her head so that she could see him. Switching back to thought, my roommate never showed up, you could sleep, she offered. The least she could do was offer him some comfort, if not to shift the focus off of her then just because she legitimately cared. From seeing his past, she knew he hadn't had someone to care about him for a long time. She knew she would never mention it, but he could see it in her mind if he really dared to look. The good part about someone knowing and understanding her power was that she didn't have to hide the reasons she cared about people. With others, they always wondered and she could never say, because I know what happened when you were five and I feel bad, otherwise she could definitely be considered a freak. Again with Lucas, though, it was always so easy.

She sighed, wishing the pain in her head would at least diminish. She wondered if pain transferred to Lucas as well, and she sincerely hoped that it didn't. She would feel awful, probably kick him out of her room, and then she would feel worse. It was really a lose-lose situation. "Do you want to take Carr up on his offer and steal the candy?" she asked tiredly. But then that involved getting up and walking to his room, which was really the last thing she wanted to do, and the warmth emanating from Lucas was pretty nice, too, so she didn't want him to get up either. No point in asking that, oh well, she thought to herself.

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Aimee and Lucas both sat on the bed, facing the other wall and not saying anything. Aimee's roommate had never shown up, so she had offered Lucas the spot temporarily since he looked so exhausted from everything that had happened. She'd imagined it had been difficult to deal with everyone's thoughts (particularly hers, being so loud) and from judging by the dark circles under his eyes, she was right. "I am tired," he said wearily. She looked at him with concern again, not really able to stop her natural maternal instincts coming out. All she ever wanted to do was take care of people. "Maybe a sugar rush will help...where did Anthony say the candy was?" He asked, standing up slowly.

She pursed her lips. "He keeps a stash in the box underneath his bed," she told him. They had often dug into the enormous amounts of candy for movie nights on her laptop or just for hanging out in their dorms and goofing off. One time, on a dare, she made Carr eat twenty sour punch straws at the same time. He almost killed her, figuratively speaking. She chuckled now, thinking about the memory. Lucas left to go get the candy, and she almost called out to him for her preference, but then remembered that he probably already knew from seeing it in her thoughts. That's never gonna get difficult, she thought. Well, it probably would at some point when she was thinking about something she really would rather keep to herself, but now it was coming in handy.

Lucas came back, and she licked her lips in anticipation for the sour goodness that he brought. "Yum, Sour Patch are my favorite," she admitted gleefully. He handed them to her, taking some for himself, and sat across from her. She didn't really want to bring up any difficult topics since he looked like he was about ready to keel over, so she settled for quietly eating her candy instead. She had a reputation for finishing things quickly, so the Sour Patch was gone within minutes. Looking at Lucas again, she frowned. "Are you sure you don't want to sleep over there?"

He paused for a moment, then let out a huge jaw-cracking yawn and rubbed his eyes. She grinned, knowing he may have tried to resist and now it was obvious that he couldn't. "Nah, I think I'm just gonna go back to my dorm. Are you gonna be okay?" He asked, giving her a once over of his own. She couldn't imagine what she looked like. Knotty hair, swollen eyes, tear stained clothes; all a recipe for disgust. She nodded, not really knowing what else to say. She had hoped that he would go down to lunch with her, since she didn't think she'd have the courage to do it by herself, but maybe Carr would be around, and she could be with him. Anything than just sitting there and listening to the whispers. But at the same time, if she went into the caf, she risked bumping into someone or something and getting more information crammed into her head. She knew she wouldn't be able to handle that.

Lucas got up to leave then, saying to call him if she needed, and she gave him a wan smile. There was a vending machine around the corner, that would have to do. She couldn't risk anything like this morning happening again.

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The bell rung about two minutes ago, so lunch begins in three minutes. Everyone is either on their way to lunch or currently at lunch.

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After her encounter with Anthony, Lane had went right to her dorm room as planned. She'd changed out her swim wear and fallen onto her bed in absolute despair. What Anthony had threatened seemed to hit her like a load of bricks. Never in all the years of knowing this boy, had he said something so straight forward, to the point. Something that was meant to stick. It was a threat that, if given by anyone else, would frighten Lane. However, this was Anthony, and it simply made her uncomfortable and caused her only to worry more of Aimee. The threat would stay in the back of her mind of course, and remain there for quite a long time.

Now, Lane sits on the hard wood floor of her room. She's shuffling through a plastic bin, searching for 1 thing in particular. A pair of leather gloves. Upon finding them, she pushes the bin back under her bed and stands, examining her finding. The gloves are soft, almost brand new. The maroon leather is shiny and the sunlight causes white highlights to form along the edges. The silver buckles along the wrist of each glove are unscratched, and no sign of wear is visible. The story behind these gloves is a short one. One that Lane had kept to herself for quite a while. 3 winters ago, she had received the gloves in the mail. All that came with them was a note done is precise calligraphy that read 'To Elana' and on the opposite side read 'Yours truly Joseph Blackwell' Lane had threw the gloves under here bed in disgusted and had been untouched ever since.

Aimee would need these more than I do.

Checking her appearance once more in the mirror, she threw the gloves into a small bag and pushed the door open with plans to meet up with Erin and hopes to see Aimee.

Aimee heard the bell ring, chewing on her lip emphatically. She wanted food. And not just sour candy, but actual food. Vending machine, just go to the vending machine, she told herself. But that required leaving. And the safety of her dorm room was quite comforting right now. If she left, who knows whom she'd run into. All of the Yearlies were in this dorm, and they all had free roam during lunch. Anyone could be anywhere.

She sighed, putting a hand to her constantly growling stomach. The vending machine had the good pretzels in them. The ones with the extra salt at the bottom of the bag and the nice buttery crust. God, I sound like a commercial, she thought. But, with another growl coming from below, she sighed and stood up. Bracing herself for whatever would be outside the door, she opened it and turned toward the vending machine.

Of course, of course this would happen. I must be the unluckiest person on the planet! she groaned in her head. There in front of her stood the last person she wanted to see. Lane.


There was many, many things Lane had gone over in her head that she planned to say the next time she saw Aimee. She had reworded and reworded, over and over again trying to create the most apologetic apology to ever cross her lips. However, just as her door shuts with a click, so does the one across from her. And here Aimee is standing in front of her and all she can do is stare, her mouth even falls open slightly. Lane's eyes dart from the ground to the wall, to Aimee's eyes and she can't conjure up a sentence. Maybe it's out of shock, or surprise but what is there to say when you ripped apart the one string that held you and another together. Lane shifts her footing slightly, gripping the bag close to her side.

"Uh Aimee..." She mumbles, her eyes fall to the ground. First thing's first, make peace. Don't let her run away. Not today. Lane steps forward, she keeps her eyes down until holding up the small bag. "These are for you, um I uh I just had them laying around... but they aren't used or anything. And not that I don't think they are nice I just think you'd uh use them more.... Can we talk, alone? In my room, or yours or, or where ever, just alone?"

Aimee stiffened, staring at the gloves that were being held out to her. Did this mean something? A peace offering, perhaps? She took them tenderly, folding them against her chest. Images flashed before her eyes. Lane holding them in her bedroom, whoever had given them to her, and then nothing. These gloves had hardly been touched. It was a blessing in disguise, Aimee pondered. Had they been passed from hand to hand often, she most likely would have been overwhelmed again. Now she only felt slightly woozy.

It took her a moment to realize that Lane had said something, and she stumbled back into her room, knocking the door open behind her. Holding it open, she motioned Lane inside. She stood awkwardly near the bed, recalling the last time they had been in a dorm room together. Oh dear God, what is happening now? Aimee thought frantically. She wished someone--anyone--would come looking for her and take her away from this. What did Lane want to talk about? For God sakes, Aimee had barely had two hours to recover from their last conversation, and now another one?

She waited awkwardly, staring anywhere except Lane and the bed

A sigh of relief washed over Lane as the gloves were taken from her hands. It was the first step, the first step in what would be a very long process in gaining any sort of trust again. Aimee went even further as to awkwardly and clumsily motion Lane into her room and then the girl stood, silently waiting. Lane came in behind her, slowly she tried to find the best place to stand, ending up sitting on the edge of the bed. She looks us towards Aimee, searching her face she's surprised. The girl doesn't appear angry, or sad. She just looks sick. Is this really a good time Lane? Do you really want to do this now? Her heart rate seems to pick up speed as she opens her mouth to talk.

"I'm sorry...?" Out comes the weakest apology of her life. She shakes her head then tries again. "I'm sorry I told Erin -And I know there is nothing I can do to fix what I said, but hopefully, hopefully you will be able to forgive me in time." There's a pause, like she's finished "I don't want to stop talking to you, like I know Anthony and Erin wish, because they don't have things the way we do." She sighs her hands are suddenly gesturing with the words she's saying. "I never got to say this before but I'm sorry you lost your parents. I bet they were wonderful and cared for you and your brother so much." She didn't expect that to fall out of her mouth. "Aimee, I understand how you feel and I do not want to loose someone like you in my life." Her eyes seem to becoming glassy and her eyes shift to stare at the carpet.

Aimee grimaced as Lane started to apologize. She didn't know if she could handle coming to terms with Lane. While avoiding her may not have been favorable, it had certainly been easier. She didn't have to worry about what was going on between them, because nothing was if they didn't see or talk to each other. Now, though, it was all coming to a crashing end and Aimee didn't know how to stop it.

Her head snapped up as Lane mentioned her parents, her eyes widening and turning a steely gray. She didn't know what to say. Here in front of her this girl was apologizing for something she a) didn't do and b) she was the first one to ever say it. The black haired girl was the first one to ever mention it and say something like that to her in the past five years. Aimee felt her eyes swell up with tears again, but she blinked them away. "I..." she began, her voice raw. "I honestly have no idea what to say."

She sighed, leaning against the wall earlier. "I know you didn't mean to tell Erin. I was just angry, and I couldn't control it. I'm...I'm sorry, Lane."

Lane's eyes remain focused on her lap. "Thank you." She says quietly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Hearing an apology was something Lane wasn't aware she needed or deserved right now, but it felt like breathe of fresh air after to long under water. There's something else you have to say... her mind pokes at her and she stands. Say it Lane, say it, you know Erin's right about this dragging her feet halfway to the door, she stops and spins around. "I'm not going to ruin the friendship we could have over one night of vulnerability and bad decisions." She scrunches her eyebrows searching for words. Words that might comfort the both of them. "I know you want space right now." She shifts her gaze to Aimee's eyes, the poor girl looks just as sick as when Lane had first saw her. "I'll leave." lets go, I think that's enough for one day...

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We are now in the final class of the Summer day. Feel free to write up a finishing post for your character mulling anything over, or a collaboration if your character shares a class with another's. After this we will probably skip ahead a week or so, making this a good chance to give a character's "final say" on anything that happened today or last night, so to speak.

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