rude boy [ava]

[preston alexander west]

skipping class wasn't usual for the fifteen year old mute, but he was thoroughly sick of idiots. no one would take the time to either find him a translator or to read his fucking writing pad he used to communicate. preston felt like no one had the time for him. it was just like back home. he didn't understand why he had to go all the way to fucking russia to be ignored. preston itched for a cigarette, but he'd dropped the habit...or at least pretended he did. it was something he talked about in therapy, something his counselor thought would be good for his growth; losing the cigarettes. personally, he thought learning how to talk would be good, but the counselor wanted to take it slow. which preston translated into, "i don't want to hear you talk. i don't want to know what you're saying or how you feel. i just want to talk to you and read half of what you write on your pad." and that was fine with preston. the less he had to participate, the better. he didn't want anyone to have the chance of breaking his exterior. though he highly doubted anyone could. he was hard to crack. and once he knew your agenda, he would clam up completely.

letting people in was a huge mistake. one that preston rarely ever made. and when he did, he made sure to make it right. the girl over the summer, lisa, had almost made it into the deepest and darkest places in his mind. hell, he almost spoke to her. but that would have been useless anyway. the two had met at a camp for deaf/mute people. she wouldn't have heard him, she wouldn't have understood. no one could ever understand. preston made damn sure of that. his business was his and no one else's.

the library was huge. he shouldn't have expected less, considering worden used to be a castle back in it's day, but he had. it was gigantic. he could barely imagine the books he could find...not that he was a fan of books. he'd much rather play some xbox, but his options were limited in the hell hole psych unit that was worden. preston walked over to the first bookcase he saw and lifted his hand to a book that was black with gold lettering. it was written in russian, the only one on the entire bookcase (it was odd, though they were in russia, there seemed to be little hinting to that fact, surprisingly enough). he pulled the book gently back, feeling its heavy weight in his hands. he pulled the thick black cover back and felt the crinkly, yellowing pages below. he loved the noise they made. walking to a table, the only one, he sat down. he didn't know how to read russian, but he'd settle with just flipping through the pages of the book.

[ava renee spencer]

It was the first time that Ava had been in the
library throughout her god forsaken stay at
the school, which wasn't so bad when she got
to know some of the people. Most of them were
just poor souls with not a problem in the world.
However, some of them were undeniable freaks
with hotheaded tempers and bitch past times.
But Ava didn't judge. Or at least she tried not to.

Av tried to put he[glow=red,2,300]r mind into what
she was doing at the moment and that was going
to find a good book. It was a secret that she loved
to read. Well, kind of sorta. She would usually start
a book and never finish when she got bored. There
was only a few books out there that she actually
stand to read through at any length of time and
those were Dr. Seuss books. She smiled at her lack
of literature, but she pretended that Dr. Seuss was
up there with Harper Lee on the ladder of prestigious
\ authors. Alas, he was not and Ava was still left
to find a good book.

Suprisingly (not really), the library was pretty much
empty. But then Ava remember that any teenager
would rather get high off their ass then read a
goddamn, fucking book. However, Ava had enough
of "tweeking" for one day, and it was time to call it
quits until tomorrow. The lows were getting more
and more... unsatisfying.

With this, Ava flipped through the books on the self.
"Gay. Gay. Gay. Mega-homosexual. Gay. Gay."
She thought out loud as she looked at all the book
titles. As she went along she realized that it wasn't
even in her own language. "What the fuck? It's
in fucking- slovic shit." Ava noticed a boy very
close to her, who was sitting with some russian books.
"These aren't in fucking English. Are you russian?
Can you speak this shit?"

As Ava talked to him, she grew to recognize the boy
more. "No fucking way, dude! You're that kid from kindergarten, I think. Unless I'm tweekin' on you but...
shit, dude. It's you, right? Vermonter?" Ava rambled
on to him. She didn't care to much he would be
apprehensive to answer her, but she could wait.
However, there was something always odd about this
boy, if memory served Ava. Oh well, maybe she could
fight the odds.

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words: 500!
tags: prestochango
outfit: pic!

[preston alexander west]

preston continued to crinkle the pages. it was his adhd. he could become transfixed on the simplest of things and that would be all he thought about for the next four hours. it was so simple, it was easy to get preston off task. he itched his head and shook his foot, rocking the entire table. for a little while, like ten minutes, he pretended to know how to read the russian. "oohshkabobble," he muttered to himself, seeing characters that looked something like an "o" and an "h" in a word and assuming that was the correct pronunciation. once he decided that pronunciation of these odd Slovak words were out of the questions, he decided to guess their meaning. picking a word randomly in the middle of page one ninety seven, he decided it meant bunny. within three minutes he had made up an entire story behind this rabbit and gotten himself to page two eleven. as he was in the middle of his enthralling epic including a rabbit by the name of sextimus, a girl interrupted his thoughts, "mega-homosexual, gay, gay." preston made a face of disgust. obnoxious and rude. she seemed like someone that could endanger his silence. he wasn't too fond of this girl and he had yet to know who it was.

his foot shaking increased to an awfully fast past, vibrating the table and surrounding bookcases. he was surprised that a librarian hadn't come over and yelled at him. the mute getting yelled at for being disruptive...that would be a first. preston might even have to open his mouth and tell everyone the hilarious news. nah. he wouldn't waste his breath. he was conserving that for something super important. like the birth of jesus christ.

preston was getting increasingly anxious. he could hear the footsteps of the girl and had a feeling she was heading right towards him. he wasn't fond of that idea at all. "what the fuck?!" she was loud and rude. it was kind of amusing. NO! preston scolded himself. no one was amusing at worden. no one was good. "these aren't in english. are you russian? can you read this shit?" preston shook his head, but he knew the girl wasn't paying attention because she was already off talking about kindergarten or some shit. then he heard the dreaded words only a fellow stump jumper, "vermonter?" preston chuckled lightly and nodded. he pulled his legal pad out and grabbed his pen from his back pocket. quickly and messily he wrote, "fuck yeah. castleton back in the day. i moved to rutland before second grade. didn't you help the kindergarteners learn how to read? my name's preston west, by the way." he held the pad up for a moment before flipping the used up page and writing again, "small world isn't it? but then again, vermont is full of crazies. what are you here for?"

[ava renee spencer]

Ava was taken back by the way the kid could just blow her off and nod to answer her question, but yet she saw him jump to a pad of paper and start writing when she mentioned Vermont. She then knew that this was in fact the kid she was talking about. A little happy that she had previously known this kid, she felt like they had one up on everyone else in the damned school. This could be a very good thing, she considered. Yet there was a problem. The kid wouldn't speak.

Ava gathered this information when she saw the boy writing and showing the pad to her. She did nothing but smile awkwardly and read the pad. It was something about what they used to do in kindergarten and truthfully, Ava couldn't remember all the details, she just knew what his face looked like. He didn't look much different from when he was five. Something about those eyes where the main give away of his identity.

"No shit! I helped little kids read?" Ava announced, shocked. Then she realized how stupid she sounded and she didn't want to come across as a complete druggie. "I mean- I knew that. Ava tried to smile more, but her jaw wouldn't work that hard, so she only smirked at him.

Then, he put the pad in her face again. Av laughed at what it said. "It is one small world..." She began as she took a seat across from him. "... Vermont is crazy, but I'm not crazy. I'm here because I simply love to live, fuck, and tweek. Som' bitches can't handle that shit, ya know?" Then Ava realized something. The boy wasn't talking, still. Maybe that's why he was there. "Hey, cat got your tongue?" Ava snickered. After she came out of her fit of laughter. "No offense. It's a joke... uh, nevermind. Anyways, is that why you're here? Because you can't talk? I can't help but to feel responsible for your awesome writing skills. After all, I taught you how to read. They aren't so different, right?" Ava soon noticed that she was doing all the talking and not giving him enough time to write, so she decided to shut up.

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words: 500!
tags: prestochango
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[preston alexander west]

she was fast paced. preston liked that. he was far too hyper to just sit around and wait for someone to pull their head out there ass and start a damn conversation. and she didn't seem to mind the fact that he didn't speak at all. she didn't even ask about it--never mind. she was such a druggie, preston was shocked that she even realized he wasn't talking. hell, she didn't even remember teaching him how to read. stop judging, preston told himself. he laughed quietly. like he would ever stop judging. that was like his job. he loved to judge. pulling his pad up, he got another clean sheet of paper, "yeah, that's why i'm here. partially." preston didn't feel the need to add anything more to the statement. everything was said that he needed to be said, "fucking's good. it's been a while for me, though. tweeking? what's your drug of choice? i've been clean for a couple of years now. used pot a little, nothing too intense." preston held up the pad again. it was weird having to have conversations through a piece of paper that everyone could read. but it would have to work considering no one ever knew how to use sign language anymore. he just needed someone to know how to read it, not actually utilize it. he could hear for christ's sake.

new, clean piece of yellow paper, "thanks for that. you were like the only second grader that could handle my hyperactivity. we got in trouble a lot. i wish you could remember. it was kind of funny." preston actually couldn't remember a damn thing about his kindergarten year other than being screamed at for not sitting his ass down. but she was the biggest druggy ever and he was going to use that to his advantage. he was going to tell her whatever he felt like she needed to hear. he wasn't sure if he was going to go the nice route or if he was going to be a dick about the situation. he hadn't decided yet. he was just flying by the seat of his pants, taking the whole thing as it came.

preston ripped down the used piece of paper, "what class are you skipping anyway? i'm out of math. it's all a bunch of number bullshit." he was more comfortable now that she was sitting across from him. and she wasn't being too loud. preston felt better about the whole situation entirely.

[ava renee spencer]

Ava could feel herself smiling wildly at this newly
found attraction. She didn't want to jump the gun
and say that this kid was her friend, but secretly
she would think of him as an acquaintance. That
wasn't too much to expect, right? Whatever the
hell, she decided to just be as friendly as she was
already being. Ava would just have to control her
excitement. She didn't want to totally freak out
the boy.

Ava got impatient waiting for him to write. She
really wanted to know what he had to say. All
in good time, though. He was actually a pretty
fast writer... for a mute, so she guessed they
had to be pretty good in that field. She read what
he wrote from across the table. "Kid, you don't
even know. Oh haha, tweekin', like meth, ya know."
Ava was a little happy when Preston told
her that he was clean. Drugs weren't good and it
was good to find a few people in this school that
weren't completely doped up.

"Oh my god. I was the coolest second grader.
Shit, man. Sorry that I don't remember. I was like
... 7. That's a long fucking time." Ava snickered
to herself. She was basically just talking out of her
because she really didn't know what to say. The
kid was pretty talkative for a mute. Good quality.

Ava had to think about what class she was skipping.
Truthfully, she couldn't remember what class she
was supposed to be attending. School and learning
really wasn't her main priority at the moment. She
actually didn't really know what her priorities
consisted of anymore. "Uh, I think English, which
is fucking dumb because we are in fucking Russia,
yet I don't see any Russians here." Ava explained
with as much thought as she could put into the
statement.

"I hate stupid number crap, too." Ava shook
her head and rubbed her eyes. She looked down at
her hands and she noticed that her fingers were
stained yellow and brown. She thought that that
must have looked disgusting, but she really didn't
care. It kinda looked cool the more she looked at
them, but she brought her attention back to Preston.

"So... you likin' the school?" Ava smiled sweetly
, hoping that he liked the school even just a little.
Even if nobody else did.

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words: 500!
tags: prestochango
outfit: pic!