Prom Week discussion

A small cafe near the park. Most come here for a quick brunch or to work on a project for school or simply to hang out.

It had just not been Felicity's day. The only good thing that had happened with her was that she had finally received some money to eat. Other than that, school had been terrible and she no longer saw any point in staying so she was ditching the rest of the day. Since she had been so hungry the Brew had been the first place she went. She decided to get something to eat and the prices here were pretty fair. She went in line and ordered a six inch turkey grinder when it was her turn. She went sat down in the back of the cafe by the window as she waited for the waiter to bring her order.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." Felicity said angrily. She really was not in the mood for dealing with Court today. She had enough of him and everyone. Not to mention the strong smell of pot he gave off was giving her a splitting head ache. Felicity was about to get up and say something when the waiter came with her food and water. She smiled at the waiter as he set down his food. She pushed aside her thoughts of yelling at Court and picked up her grinder to take a bite. She chewed slowly, enjoying the taste of the sandwich in her mouth the flavor almost too much compared to the dull granola bars and water that consisted as a diet for her the past two days.

"Why is any of your concern?" Felicity asked, ignoring the fact that he had decided to sit next to her. As soon as she was done with her food she would figure something out to get him away. She had a few acts that could work. She hated Court so much at times. It seemed as if it were his life's purpose to simply come and make her life a misery by constantly pissing her off. And despite everything, it always worked. Especially when she was already set off. Felicity ignored all the questions that he had asked her. Maybe he would go away if she didn't say anything, however much she doubted it.

Felicity again ignored all the words that came from his mouth, not acknowledging anything that came from his mouth verbally. But in her mind, she felt like screaming. Did he think she found amusement starving for days? If Felicity were allowed, she would eat everything they had to offer in this place. Alas, the money she was given was meant to last probably two months which meant she would be unable to eat full proper meals like most could enjoy. As for the whole prom dress thing, she most likely would not be allowed to pick her dress. She would wear whatever Allen found for her and deemed her 'pretty' in.

Felicity gave up on simply ignoring Court. He was disgusting and absolutely the most irritating person she knew. Felicity had no idea why he was interested in irritating her out of all people. She certainly wasn't at the top of the populars social ladder. She was just a popular by name. Felicity could honestly care less about the popular thing. What she really wanted was to drift into the back ground. How she envied all those so called wall flowers, able to hide behind their walls of social incapability.

She got up, only for her chair to hit the back wall since she had chosen to sit all the way in the back. To her right was a window so she couldn't exit through there and on her left was Court. She sat back down, and considered crawling under the table to get out of the way.

Felicity didn't say anything. She glared at him angrily. And then, tears welled up in her eyes. She started to cry and pushing him away. "Get away from me. I told you I'm not ready. I can't do it yet. Stop pressuring me!" She yelled, pushing him away as though he were forcing himself on her. "Get away from me." She said loudly. It was enough for the people in near by tables to turn and look and it didn't take long for them to figure out what was going on.

A middle aged man came to their table and looked with concern. "Is everything alright?" He asked. Felicity shook her head, tears falling from her face. "He won't let me leave until I say yes to-" She couldn't go on, a sob breaking her sentence.

The man looked angrily at Court, a few more people coming to his side. "Young Man, I suggest you move out of the way before we are forced to do it for you."

((I want to RP them again! Like now!!! =P ))

Felicity looked at Court in fake fear as he exited the Brew with a show. The tears on her face continued to flow down her cheeks. She cried so much in life that she could bring about those tears at will now. She turned to face her 'saviors' and gave them a grateful smile through her tears. "Thank you, so much. I- I'm so sorry for what he did. I'll pay you for any damages." She said to the manager who had showed up to observe what was going on.

"No need to worry about it. You just get home safely, alright. And if he bothers you again let us know." The man said. Felicity nodded though sarcastic thoughts ran across her mind as she heard the words "home" and "safely" together in a sentence side by side. Felicity was safer with Court than at home, but no one needed to know that. "Thank you." She said again gratefully. "I'm sorry for all of this. H-Have a good day." She said before leaving.

The welcoming scent of coffee wafted through the air, calling to her weary legs to approach. A metallic table reflected the sun, almost blinding her vision for a second. A familiar burning sensation began to form in the area on the bridge of her nose between her eyes after she fought another sneeze. Perry's jacket layed - neatly folded - on her arm from earlier today. He lent it to her while she was battling a cold outside in the park than rest at home. He accompanied her when she was alone and left before she could return his jacket. There was a slim chance she would see him again, but she planning on putting it in her closet when the time came. If the time came at least.

Mavis hastily walked over to the small building, in hopes of drowning herself in a warm cappuccino to help surpass her current illness. Her grey combat boots emitted a deep and low click noise with every chance her foot met with the smooth pavement. The bell chimed as Mavis entered The Witch's Brew. As she took a seat by the window in a corner of the café, she was immediately surrounded by mountains of plastic and paper bags which held the contents of peoples' treats. They, like her, were taking a break from spending time that they don’t have.

Large flocks of birds flew in the air from every direction, hoping for a stray crumb to feast on. The pavements were covered with squabbling, pecking birds. They fight over the smallest speck of what may, or may not even be food. Children run at them, squealing with delight as they scramble off into the air, leaving their treasure behind. And Mavis watched this silently, a comforting smile a sickly female can manage. Her eyes then trailed off to the small card that decorated the center of every table in The Witch's Brew - a small menu that had only a few of the many drinks and desserts they sold in the café. Her mouth began to water, longing for the sweet aroma of her cappuccino and fluffy pastry. After ordering and returning blissfully to her seat, Mavis sipped her hot drink quietly and observantly. Many people would notice her at times, but would not focus their attention on her for long, due to how timid she was. But Mavis did not mind it, for she was a bright soul with so much hope her naïveté was more drawing than glaring. Now her cold momentarily forgotten, Mavis simply watched the innocent civilians of Salem, Massachusetts pass by.

(( *whistles* ))

Annie's hair whipped around her face - she always wore it down, unless she absolutely needed it back. She inhaled deeply - it smelled wonderful, it really did. The Witch's Brew was one of her favorite places in town - she had only good memories; when she came with Nick, it was one of the only places where the staff would not tolerate the horrible slurs thrown at her beloved brother. Yes, she liked it here. At least she knew her food wasn't being made by a bunch of homophobes. She carefully smoothed her long, light brown hair into place again, and re-adjusted the thin scarf around her neck before getting in line.

She pulled her wallet out of her purse, handing the cashier the money after ordering and she didn't even hesitate before dropping the extra change in the tip jar. It wasn't as if the Johannson family was running low on money (ha! As if) and besides, she liked the people here. Always friendly to her and Nick and Jules and their parents, and that in itself was enough for her, really. After picking up the steaming caramel macchiato - how can you even drink that? Nick would ask her, it's so sweet - she'd always liked the flavor of it, and besides, caramel was her weakness.

Annie's eyes carefully looked over the cafe - it was pretty busy, as it usually was, and besides that, it was small. There was the Populars' table, and then a place for the jocks - no way she was going there - and all the nice little cliques around the school. Her eyes landed on three potential candidates to sit with - a boy in her grade known for lack of personal hygiene (ew), a freshman girl whose brother had been one of the ones who had attacked Nick (no way), and Mavis, who was in the grade below her but had never done anything against herself or her brother. Figuring it was her best option at the moment, she walked over to the table. "Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked. "It's a bit busy today."

Startled, Mavis glanced up at the female who approached. An soft and easy going smile grew on her face as she recognized someone familiar. Mavis was not aware of most of the student population that inhabited Salem, though Annie was one of the few 'unpopular' students she knew. Of course, Mavis never talked to her, but at least there was some kind of connection between the two. Mavis used the bottom of her shoe to push back the cushioned, metal chair that accompanied the identical one she sat on. She did not mind having company around; it was definately better than being alone, though Mavis found it hard to communicate with some people; and some made her a bit flustered. "No, I don't mind," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Oh my gosh, what if I sneeze on her? How am I suppose to talk to her? she thought, a large wave of worry washing over her conscience. If Annie, or anybody for that matter, gotten sick because of her, she would never forgive herself. But Annie appeared as if she really wanted to talk with someone, and Mavis was happy to offer something she was perfectly capable of doing. Nimble fingers wrapped around the mug twitched nervously, her dark green eyes immediately darting towards her warm drink.

"Awesome," Annie said, taking the seat across from Mavis. "How's your morning been? I don't know about you, but the wind and all is making my hay fever go crazy," she said. Great, Annie, that's just a great way to start a conversation. The weather is, like, the most boring thing in the world to be talking about. She mentally face-palmed - she probably sounded like a total idiot. Mavis would probably, like, make up some polite excuse to leave and then leave her all alone - it's what most people did.

Annie took a sip of her caramel macchiato, savoring the sweet flavor of it. Yes, she was definitely a coffee person. She probably couldn't even function a day without it. Sure, it was a pretty expensive habit, but she was friends with some of the baristas here, and besides, there were much more expensive places in Salem that she could have chosen to go to. Besides, it was worth it - coffee and a harassment-free place. A very good thing indeed.

"It's okay. I didn't bother going to school though."

The tip of her nose was tinged a light red, which was beginning to fade due to how long she's been sitting in the café. Mavis took a sip of her cappuccino as well then smiled broader.

"How about yours? Careful though, I have a bit of a cold" she asked curiously.

Her parent's always scolded her for asking questions when she was younger. "It isn't your business," they said. "Worry about yourself," they said. But Mavis never minded it, she actally believed she asked too many things, even if was only the smallest thing. It always ended with herself mentally scolding for the stupid words that would tumble out of her mouth. Her best friend, Taylor, was always good at this sort of thing. Always audaciously facing strangers as if it were the easiest thing in the world. For her at least. Though Mavis was actually starting to build up a bit of courage; it would be exaggerating to say it was the most she has ever said to a person, but it wasn't far off. It was rude to speak if not spoken to, well that was what she was taught.

((I'm so sorry! I've been busy.))

"Oh, my day's been just fine," Annie said. "Nothing particularly exciting, but you know, not bad, either."

And of course there were bad days. With Annie, they happened to be more frequent than others. She heard the slurs and the names and the comments and everything. She wasn't deaf, nor was she blind. There was a reason she never entered the locker room; she didn't want to be accused of looking at other girls' boobs (like, really, why would she want to, even if she was lesbian? They're just like, lumps of fat hanging off of their chests. How fun).

Besides, her day wasn't over yet. She had her scheduled Skype call with Nick at exactly 8:55 - it was an odd time, and they had decided on it together. It was a bit unorthodox - but then again, they were odd people, so it worked. She took a sip of her coffee.

((Nah it's okay. I'm sorry for not seeing this sooner :P))

"I'd say the same. So...how was it like in school? I didn't really go today."

Her doubtful thoughts soon began to cease, getting a bit comfortable with the entire conversation thing. Mavis's nose twitch feeling another sneeze pass quickly. Mavis took another sip of her warm drink - which was beginning to cool - and let the small cloud of steams warm her nose. Setting her cup down, she fixed Perry's jacket from falling off the back of her chair. Pausing, Mavis realized how she looked with his jacket. Everyone knew Perry, and wouldn't they recognize her with his jacket? Nervous began to flutter inside her gut as she fumbled with fixing it and turning back around to fiddle with her thumbs.

((Oh my God, I knew I forgot to reply somewhere! I am so sorry!))

Annie shrugged a little bit at the question. "Same old, I guess. Nothing new. Oh, there might be some drama among the 'popular' crowd, but other than that? Not really. Seniors have senior-itis. The norm." Only three names, five comments, one finger, one shove... admittedly, it was into the lockers, but it wasn't that bad. Wouldn't bruise too badly. She'd just have to act like nothing was wrong when she skyped Nick that night -- not that it was really anything new.

(( Sorry I didn't see this. I'll reply when I return ^ - ^; ))

(( I was just about to tell you my comment was lost becuase my laptop unplugged. Guess what? It happened again, just now. Now I lost my reply posts again. Stupid charger.. *sigh* ))


Now her warm drink and pastry gone, Mavis cosidered saving the crumbs to feed the birds later on. Her small hands expertly folded the think napkin in a manner none of the contents would fall out. A light, and slightly restrained chuckle bubbled inside of her. "Yeah, I understand. But high school is high school. Do you want to go somewhere after this? I understand if you don't want to."

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Scarlett sat at a table in the Witch's Brew, legs crossed under the table. She glanced out the window -- Dax would be here any minute. After all, they needed to talk. About what happened. Why she was in a cemetery, of all places, in the middle of the night. She knew logically that it was probably an unsafe thing, but it was something she had done for a while, now, with nothing happening. She hadn't been back since the incident with Eric.

Her hands were tight around her chai tea latte, the contents of the little cup warming her hands. It was... a pleasant feeling. The whole coffee shop smelled lovely -- of coffee and teas and spices and baked goods. It was, no doubt, one of her favorite places within Salem. Though she didn't imagine missing it all too much after graduation. No, she was eager to get away, start a life -- away from her mother's disappointment.

Dax was dressed in a green oxford button up, which he didn't like very much since it was green and he felt ridiculous wearing it. However, his mother had mailed it to him, saying he should wear it because she said so. Even though she was miles away, Dax still listened to his mommy. Yes, he calls his mother...mommy, deal with it. Then there was his jeans that looked very good on him, and showed off his great ass--at least he thought it was great. All-in-all, he looked rather good considering he had to shower and be out of the house way too early just to retrieve his car from the cemetery before driving to school.

Walking into the Witch's Brew, Dax searched out Scarlett, who was easy to spot because of her red hair. It still made him think that her head was on fire, which made him chuckle a little to himself, but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind because he wasn't there to make jokes or reminisce. Nope, he was there to get some answers from her. "Hey," he said with a casual smile as he walked over to the table. He spoke softly, knowing that this wasn't going to a simple or very fun conversation. He needed answers, and he knew that Scarlett knew that too. "Hm, just a latte, no muffin?"

"No, no muffin," Scarlett agreed, running a hand through her hair. She pushed the other cup on the table toward him -- they were best friends, had been for years; of course she knew his order. After all, coffee orders were a very easy thing to memorize. She was one of those people who liked to memorize things like that -- things like coffee orders and birthdays and favorite songs and little things that matter a lot even though it might not seem like it. It gave her something to care about, and that was good -- caring was a good thing.

And she certainly cared about her friendship with Dax.

Which was going to make this a whole lot harder because she was going to have to be honest with him. And she would be. Scarlett would never dream about lying about something this big to Dax -- sure, she'd lied to him before, if things like, 'Your shoe's untied' qualified as actual lies. More like teasing. "And now you want to know why I was in a cemetery in the dead of night. And I know you know I have no dead relatives." Her gaze lifted to her eyes, and she reached out to grab his hand. "Promise me that you won't completely ditch me, even though I'm a freak of nature, and... well, that's the best word to fit. Freakish."

Dax tensed up, a little nervous to hear her explanation of why she had been in the cemetery the night before. Of course he wanted to know, but no muffins told him this was pretty serious. Instantly, he took the cup she edged his way, knowing he would need something to calm his nerves a little, although coffee always made him more jittery than he was. Nope, he needed to stay calm. He needed to stay calm for Scarlett's sake. She needed him, he could tell that much, and rain or shine, Dax swore he would always be there for her. Why? Because he loved her.

No, not romantically. Dax loved Scarlett as a friend, she was his best friend. And for the most part, she was his only true friend. Honestly, she was all he ever needed. She had been there for him, and he was going to be there for her. So when she started talking and held his hand, he squeezed her hand a little as if to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. "Hey, we're both freaks of nature, remember? I'm the boy from the hippie farm," he chuckled softly. "You stuck by my side this long, even when worse came to worse." Dax looked at her with sincerity in those bright eyes of his. Every single word he spoke to her, he meant; he wasn't saying them because he had to. "Now why would I ever ditch you? I love you, Scarlett, I'll always be here for you." His voice dropped a little as he leaned in towards her a little all the while still holding her hand. "Now please tell me why you were at the cemetery at such an ungodly hour of the night last night?"

Scarlett bit her lip, fixating her eyes on the plastic lid of the travel coffee cup. She was honestly dreading this -- she never wanted anyone to know about this crazy, weird part of her. Especially not someone she cared about as much as Dax. And she did care about him. He was the closest to her, maybe only beat out by her daddy, and that was a maybe. It was how things worked -- Dax and Scarlett, best of friends. Simple and good. There weren't any wacky layers to their relationship -- no friends with benefits, or anything remotely like that. Just two people who honestly cared about each other -- the purest kind of friendship.

"I know you would never ditch me. I just..." She trailed off. I'm insecure. "I... Dax, have you ever noticed that I don't get moody 'round that time of month? It's... It's not because I'm lucky and just don't get mood swings or cramps or anything like that. Well, I don't, but it's not because I'm just lucky. I... I don't get my period. And I know that doesn't sound like a big deal, but I can never have kids. I go to the cemetery to... think about what could've been. And to get out of the house because... it... my mother doesn't even love me, anymore, Dax, and it's all because I'm different and it's suffocating."

At the mention of the "time of month", Dax cringed a little because that was a little awkward even for him. Periods. Just what? He never understood, but he always did his best to sensitive about that kind of stuff. Although with Scarlett he never knew because she never complained, but he always assumed that some girls had it easier than other girls. Moreover, he never even thought about girls on their periods unless they spoke about it in front of him. Why girls would do that, he never knew because he really didn't need to know when a girl was on her period. Just no, please stop. However, when it came to Scarlett, Dax didn't think it was too strange.

Dax internally punched himself to keep him to stay focused on what Scarlett was saying. He wasn't sure where she was going with this until she finally got to her point. And Dax was pretty much speechless. He kind of just stared at her, but he squeezed her hand a little as if to tell her he was still alive. He really didn't know what to say. How does one comfort someone over the fact they can never actually give birth to their own child? There was adoption, but he guessed it wouldn't be the same thing. "Scar...I'm sorry," he finally said, sounding like it was his fault somehow when it wasn't. Though he did feel like he should figure out someway to fix this, as if he could find someway for her to have kids when he knew he never could. Dax just needed to help Scarlett, he wanted her to be happy, he wanted to do something so she wouldn't be in so much pain over this. "I...I'm sorry." It was all he could say, still in shock and at a complete loss of words since he has never faced anything like this before.

Scarlett saw Dax cringe -- honestly, she felt bad bringing it up because hello, awkward, he's a guy, he doesn't need -- nor does he want -- to hear about those things. After all, there was a reason that they say that the best way to make a conversation awkward is to yell TAMPONS. And yeah, she felt bad. But honestly? She didn't know how else to explain it. She was a girl, but she wasn't normal because her plumbing was all screwed up and she'd never have kids. She didn't even want to talk about menstrual cycles -- she was missing it, and so why bother? Even Julie and Daisy -- bless their hearts -- did their best to keep their tampons and pads out of sight of Scar.

"I know." Her voice was low, quiet -- not quite quiet enough to be a whisper. "I know you are. And it... it's not that I can't have kids that really bothers me -- I mean, hello, that's what adoption's for -- but it's just that... it makes me different. I'm singled out by everyone who knows and I hate it. That's why I take walks, to clear my mind. Be in an area where no one can judge me because, well, they're dead. It's kind of easier that way. I... my mom cried more than I did, Dax," she said. "She cared more that she would never have grandbabies with her nose than the fact that it was affecting me, not her."

Sunglasses covering her bloodshot eyes, Alex swept her hair over to one side of her face, using the dark locks to conceal the bruises still visible, dancing up her temple and over her cheekbone. She'd had to put about an inch of makeup on just in hopes of covering the damn things- Clinique was a bitch. A last resort bitch. The painkillers the doctor had given her last night weren't doing much either, a fact that had pissed her off enough to have her considering flushing them down the toilet. It was utterly ridiculous: Weren't those things supposed to be like a god sent?

Tugging a chair out from under the table, she lowered her head on the marble surface. Motherfucker. The surface had looked cool enough, like it might provide some well needed relief to the burning in her forehead. But in all reality? Yeah, not so much. Lifting her head back up with her glasses still covering her baby blue eyes, she glanced up when a waitress stepped toward her. "Jack and a coke?" The waitress arched an eyebrow at her order and crossed her arms over her chest. Oh bitch, please. "You got an ID on you?" Not in the mood for this bullshit, she shook her head, silky locks spilling over her shoulder. "Left it at home. Chai tea will do, I guess." The waitress smirked, scribbling it down on her pad, before heading back to fill the order.