Lex Erikson's Story

" You know,i always thought that if i could live in another place then i could achieve something people never thought would make it....but we did in fact,all of us made history as we used to say before we were so rich that money never ran out and people wanted to know us like we never knew them.I also have to say that this story starts out with a big bang,and the things we did will never be the same after the day we found our true matches and when i think of the time when we really mattered i was right...Finally.It was in New York,as they say the city of dreams but no,it was the city of getting killed and being broke as i remember it...and so much of us were basically in our teens so this is our Story....

I ran through the city light streets as the alleyway in the nearby corner was awaiting a little prize i wanted to have while i stayed in my nearby grade and now i wanna stay alive with my friends and keep our little secret a private party.What i saw was a table of money and a man with guns.I braced myself as i knew my final death wish as i reached for it and when i did he charged for me.I ducked but i missed my shot as he drew his gun but he was taken down by my partner in crime and helper Matt.I reached for the money until i blacked out....I awaken back in my room with all my friends but in a place i called home or we called home.

I woke up in the morning,maybe at 8:34 a.m. as i walked towards my closet and just thought of what just happened as a dream.The warehouse was what i was thinking about at the time as we had to survive everything just to get somewhere and the people i just couldn't stand these days.I picked out a gray jacket with my favorite hoodie and put on my Punk Black pants and try out a taco from my leftover last night.

Kimberly,Alyssa,Zared,Chase,Lani,Umbra,Lex,Bloodlyne,Matthew,Casey,Ford,and Katelyn all sat down in the living room and the chat was on as i could remember the lights everywhere.I walked into the Kitchen and fixed myself a sweet mix of Chocolate and a small batch of cookies as i looked out of the window and saw the grass being sprayed by the water pole's.

I walked back into the living room as it got silent and i began to drink my chocolate at the point to where i got out my phone and started to play temple run for a while.

( Sorry it's short but i have to let you guys reply to something :) )

It was a struggle, that’s for sure. It left Lex with a feeling of lousiness and guilt, but the worst of all was knowing she was going to have to do this every day for the rest of her life. Yeah, Lex wasn’t much of a morning person and may tend to over exaggerate more often than not, but it really was difficult pulling herself out of bed like this. She couldn’t help but worry about hurting the bed’s feelings, proving that she had better things to do than sleep- or maybe that was just an excuse. Lex steadied herself as a wave of dizziness overcame her due to rapid rate she stood up at, and went against the magnetic force of the bed, drawing her in more every step she took away from it. It was already 8:16am, and Lex knew most would be awake now, mostly because she could hear faint voices coming from the living room. After pulling her hair into a loose bun and changing into a pair of jeans and shirt (as well, of course, brushing her teeth), Lex trudged down the stairs(?), her steps getting lighter and lighter as she gained more energy.

The first room she visited was the kitchen. Her stomach wasn’t growling, but she knew she couldn’t go without breakfast, though it wasn’t particularly her favourite meal of day. She grabbed a shiny green apple, the only kind she liked, from the fridge and wandered into the living room where most of the others were sitting. “Morning,” she mumbled in between Ford’s story, paying more attention to the conversation between Zared and Lani. It was almost painful to watch. It was also clear that Lani was interested in him, or maybe Lex was getting the wrong impression, though usually she was good at impressions.

Lex squished herself into a small vacant spot on the couch. “I will never understand how some people can drink pop so early in the morning...” She directed toward Matthew with a quiet laugh and a slight shake of her head.

Matthew watched with innocent amusement as Lani and Zared squabbled. She was complaining about his pickup lines, while he was trying to defend himself. It was truly ironic that both of them seemed to have the body language that suggested that they liked each other, Matthew noted. They always wholeheartedly faced each other, kept talking to each other. Then again, Zared was renowned for his womanizing personality, and Matthew did take that into consideration. He shook his head a little when the TV was turned on, as he rarely watched the thing: He found not as much amusement in watching others perform than in a book.

I will never understand how some people can drink pop so early in the morning... He heard a sweet, soft laugh and his face began to redden. He wasn't good at hiding his emotional state, even if he rarely talked. Especially when he was embarrassed, to which he would blush so bad it would nearly turn darker than his hair colour. He turned to see Lex, who was looking just as pretty as she always did, but he dared not say that. So instead, he gave his own way of saying good morning, which was a small, timid wave of greeting. "Good Morning." He whispered, his articulation perfect and his soft voice leaving his tongue like silk. The most anybody had ever heard him say was at least a paragraph, but that was only for when he was trying to explain something, and was getting extremely flustered and couldn't calm himself down, so he gave a little rant. And by little, meaning it was fast and brief: The other person could barely tell what he had said. Normally, however, he spoke about 10 - 50 words a day, maxing out at around 100.

He then had his attention averted by Chase, who was going on about his new ideas. As the 'Ringleader' he always came up with inventive ideas on how to make more money or finding new ways around being found, be them legal, illegal or just completely absurd. Matty didn't mind, as Chase gave him a home when he didn't have one, even if he rarely spoke his thanks out loud. His new idea was actually a fairly smart one, but Matthew did have concerns: How would we get some sleep if there is a rave party going on down below? Matthew wasn't one for late nights, except when he was in the company of others, so this idea would be a serious problem for Matt. However, he wouldn't voice it: He was too nice.

Lex giggled again as she noticed Matthew’s face turn bright red after her comment. “Morning, Matty” she said again with a smile. Over the time she’d known him, Lex developed a fondness towards Matthew. Though he didn’t talk much, in Lex’s opinion, she found it cute and refreshing considering quite a few of the guys in this world were loud and obnoxious. Curiousity still loomed as to what happened earlier in his life, but she avoided asking questions to anyone about their past in the house, not wanting to be the one to bring back painful memories.

After finishing off her apple, Lex skipped into the kitchen and threw the brown-tinted core into the trashcan. When she returned to her spot in the living room, Chase was explaining an idea of his that could make them a few more bucks. “I’m up for any adventure.” Lex said happily, noticing Casey walk in. “Just a bit...” She laughed then focusing her attention to Ford as Katelyn began asking Casey about her new sketches.

Matthew's eyes were looking around the room, until he realized that trying to avoid eye contact with sunglasses was pointless. Then he heard Lex's voice once more, which was a sweet sound. Morning, Matty He gave a timid little grin towards her, hoping to dispel his flustered expression, but it was all for not: The damage was done, his face was still covered in red and he looked like an idiot in front of Lex. Worse, she then turned away after finishing an apple and walked into the kitchen and then came back to talk to Chase and the rest of the gang about the club idea. There went his meager chances, but he stayed optimistic: there would hopefully be another time to chat with her.

His attention was averted by the clamor about the nightclub idea, to which Matthew looked a little uncertain. While it was a good idea to make extra money, he was concerned for a few problems that could arise: for one, if anybody found out that people were actually living in the warehouse, that might cause some legal issues. Another problem was the people themselves: Nightclubs had a bad habit of being trashed at times by losers, especially newly-opened ones, just because they had the time and they didn't like the club for some odd reason. The really big issue for Matthew was slightly selfish, he had to admit, but it should be addressed, and that was scheduling and noise control.

For starters, night clubs had a tendency to go on until very late hours, so they would have to get noise dampeners for the entire basement to keep the locals - the few that there were - happy. This also posed the threat of him possibly having to work a shift or two for it, and everybody in the building knew that Matt was neither good with lots of people he didn't know nor was he good at assisting and serving. He mulled it over in his head, trying to think of the easiest way to convey all of his thoughts into simple sentences. Matthew's philosophy in life was quite different and intricate compared to others, for he liked to condense his entire thoughts into short sentences, sometimes only 5 words long. It kept things simple with everybody else, and allowed him to not have to speak as often as the others did.

When he was confident enough, he raised his hand slowly, the red in his face that had receded slightly now feeling like hanging around while he adjusted his sunglasses. "How will your idea be staffed and affect our daily lives?" He said a little louder than he spoke his greetings to Lex, but not as loud as a normal person would speak normally.

Deep inside of his own head, Ford drifted for a while, riding the waves of his own imagination--somewhere he got caught in the middle of a motorcycle chase with ninja tyrannosaurus rexes, and when his suspension of disbelief finally gave in, the young man's conscious mind finally resurfaced.

He opened his eyes and stretched languidly, catching both Lex and Casey staring at him--both attractive girls and both not actively trying to kill him with mind beams like the others. Ford gave a small smile to both of them and raised two fingers in a passable reproduction of the Boy Scout salute, then looked down at the coffee table in front of him. His leather armchair creaked comfortably, like the limbs of an old oak in the breeze, or the bones of a recumbent grandparent.

Ford had dragged the chair from his side-alley shelter to the warehouse the first day he had come here, shortly after Chase had begun his incredible undertaking of converting the entirety of the football field-sized warehouse into living quarters. Chase hated it on pretense, but Ford was a handy man, and quick to give the space a once-over (he'd done some construction work while he was still in high school), and delivered an ultimatum: he would help assemble Chase's madman scheme of rebuilding the warehouse, but if they junked his chair he would leave. Simple as that.

Some time later, the deep purple armchair, still the worse for wear, sat defiantly in the living room, a testament to Ford's own dedication to his stuff. A while passed and Ford quickly drained his cup, then set out to the kitchen and sloshed some water into the mug, washed it, dried it and set it into its rightful place in the cabinet. He quickly got a bowl of cereal (brand generic; nothing special for Ford) and was returning to the kitchen when he slid past Kimberly; the newcomer, and her teddy bear.

Kim was the newest addition to the ragtag band of misfits living in Fortress Impossible; his affectionate name for the warehouse. He didn't know that much about her, and didn't really pry, but had immediately taken a shine to her somewhat fearless nature; mostly because he could appreciate a person who knew how to have fun without screaming "YOLO" every twelve seconds.

He hadn't; however, noticed the stuffed bear the first time.

"Cute bear," he noted off-handedly, still cradling his precious bowl of cereal. "Had him a while?" His smile was earnest, his eyes alight, body language set to 'intrigued'.

In a land of enemies and ambivalence, Ford could use a friend.