Second, We Sneak;; Pierce

[xxbrokenheartxx]

Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
Cause they got methods

Aaryn left the common room with Pierce in front. She felt good sneaking out when she wasn't supposed to. It gave her some sort of thrill. She wasn't sure why. She thought she heard something coming. She knew it was most likely just a ghost or something, but she didn't like it. She grabbed Pierce's hand. She watched the ghostly white thing come closer. She stood there staring at it coming closers. Then she realized it really was only a ghost. She let go of his hand, blushing slightly.

The ghost passed, hardly noticing them. She turned to Pierce, blushing. She shrugged her shoulders. "I- I dunno, I get scared easily," she said. Oh, that was embarrassing. She grabbed a boy's hand she hardly knew. Oh. Pierce was going to think she was a weirdo. She blushed even harder at that thought. She was such a dufus. Such a scaredy cat. She blushed so much harder.

"Erm," Aaryn said, "where do you wanna go?"

She stared at the boy. He was very good looking. They were very close. A little too close. She blushed. She didn't want to move. She stood there for a moment. And then she took a step back. He was way to damn cute. Why did she have such damn thoughts on him. It was so weird. She hardly knew him. -.-

Of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip off your heads
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine

[Pierce James]

She's an Extraordinary girl,
In an ordinary world,
And she can't seem to get away.

All right, so here he was, walking down the hallway with a very cute girl, all alone in the practically dead and deserted looking castle. How awesome was that? I mean, it was a bit awkward, as the two only walked in silence, side by side. Then again they'd only been walking for a few minutes. But still, it was pretty awesome.

And then something even more awesome happened. Missus Pebbles had grabbed his hand. At first he didn't know why, and gave her a curious look. Then he noticed she'd gone a bit more pale than she usually was. He looked in the direction she was looking, and smiled slightly. She was scared of a harmless old ghost. How cute. He watched with a slight smile as it passed by.

Even though she only had his hand for a few moments, he had to resist gripping it back. It was sort of a first reaction to grip hers, but his curiosity of why she'd grabbed it stopped him before he did. Then the warmth of her hand was lost, the ghost gone, and her voice sounding in the silence. He was a little disappointed when she let go, but he didn't let it show. Her excuse was all too adorable, too. He only rolled his eyes, smiling.

She was blushing like mad, although it wasn't very well shown in the dim light from the occasional torch. The dungeons were so dim and depressing. Why'd their common room have to be stationed there? He mentally shrugged it off, glancing at Aaryn as she spoke again. Hm. Where should they go? The pier was the first thing that came to mind. Whether it was because that was where they first met, or because it was really a beautiful place at night, he didn't know.

He didn't really care, either. "How about the pier?" he asked, hoping she'd agree. It wasn't like the banks of the lake were anything special, or the forest or the maze. He gave her a curious look as she took a step back from him. Odd girl. What'd he do? He kept himself from frowning, but absently hoped another ghost would come by and prompt her to get closer to him again. Bah, give it up. She was scared, stop looking too far into things.

He lacks the courage in his mind.
Like a child left behind,
Like a pet left in the rain.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

They said all teenagers scare the living sh-t out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes

They were alone, in the dark, and Aaryn had just grabbed Pierce's hand. Wow. This could give some people the wrong impression. Like Pierce. And Aaryn. -.- I don't like Pierce, she told herself. But she did. Or perhaps it was just her trying to get over Dezi. Whatever it was, she didn't like it. Perhaps Pierce was a mere infatuation, she hoped he was. She was done with boys. At least, in any other sense than friends. But she couldn't help it with Pierce.

He was just so... Well, so perfect for her. It was a tad scary.

"Pier is fine," she said, trying to be agreeable. She didn't really care where they went. Anywhere was fine with her. As long as they went somewhere. Somewhere out of this godforsaken castle. Somewhere that wasn't here. Although most people simply adored this school, Aaryn found it not so great. She thought it ruined her life. Since her mother went here and learned to be a witch, her father dumped her mother and her life was ruined. So no, Aaryn wasn't in love with this place, but it was better than going back to her mother whom she very rarely talked to, since she never went home for breaks. Occasionally, she and her mom would go shopping together.

She walked along, half-hoping for another ghost. Then she heard something. This wasn't exactly a ghost, but something that could get us in trouble. Normally she wouldn't care, but it was a good excuse to grab Pierce's hand. She pulled him against the wall and peeked around the corner. She watched a prefect pass. She let out a sigh of relief as he walked away. She thought she saw him turn, and she began holding her breath, her grip on Pierce's hand tightened.

He walked away. Aaryn didn't let go of Pierce's hand.

Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone
But not me

[Pierce James]

She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes.
Some days he feels like dying,
She gets so sick of crying.

For such a small girl, Aaryn was surprisingly strong. Well, maybe that was giving her too much credit. Pierce wasn't exactly expecting her to push him up against a wall, so he kind of just looked down at her oddly, looking for the reason. She had his hand, too, and it wasn't hard to notice how close they were. He rose an eyebrow, only watching as she looked around the corner, and he finally noticed the sound of footsteps. Duh, why else would she be all nervous and pushing him up against a wall.

Grr, bad thoughts again. Bad Pierce, bad! He waited patiently, listening to the sound of the prefect passing by, and very slowly at that. Which he didn't mind at all. He felt her grip tighten, and he only smiled slightly, his thumb automatically moving to run lightly over her hand. That was supposed to relax people, right? He knew they wouldn't get caught. As long as they were quiet and the prefect was dull, they'd be fine.

And then the prefect was gone. Or at least, his footsteps had faded away. Missus Pebbles still had his hand and showed no sign of letting it go. He could take it one of two ways. Either she wanted to hold his hand, not that he minded in the slightest, or it would save her the grabbing-ness the next time she got frightened. Meh, who cared? She was holding his hand, and wasn't letting go; and that was that.

Pierce let out a breath that he hadn't even realized he was holding and looked at Aaryn, his mind in conflict. Should he ignore the little signs that he'd picked up on and dismiss them as just hope. He didn't want to, at all. Hell, if he did what he really wanted to do, he'd have taken her in his arms already. And probably do more than just hold her, but that was beside the point. Really one thing kept him from doing so, he didn't know how she felt.

He thought she probably still had feelings for that other boy that she'd kissed before he'd even come here. And he didn't like the thought of opening up to a girl who wasn't interested. She was so tempting, though, and she was being unfair, acting all perfect and such. Damn girls for being so confusing and not flat out with their feelings. He wished he could read her mind. That would be great. Anyway, back to the scene. He moved his hand slightly to get her attention and looked around the corner himself. The coast was clear and he wanted to get out in the fresh hair.

He continued along the corridor silently, knowing they would soon get to the Great Hall. Pierce didn't let go of Aaryn's hand.

She sees the mirror of herself
And image she wants to sell
To anyone willing to buy.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much kid

Aaryn wasn't strong, persay, just not über weak. Okay, she was strong for her height, but Pierce could snap her like a twig, if he wanted to. But since she caught him off guard, and he wasn't resisting, she could pull him to the wall. That was the reason. He seemed surprised that she was doing it, but not unhappy. Could it be? No, it couldn't. That didn't seem right at all. She sighed a little. She was just imagining things. Still, it was a nice thought, someone actually cared about her.

Ack! She shouldn't be thinking these things. But he was still holding her hand. And he didn't let go. Was it just so she could feel better, or did he really feel the way she might or might not feel. She was so confuzzled. But his grip somehow relaxed her. Knowing that he would protect her would make her feel so much better. She wanted to do more than just hold his hand. Wait. No, she didn't.

Her grabness was not to keep her from being unfrightened. It was most likely something more. But she was going to tell her self the reason was the first. Because she still liked Dezi, right? Yes, she did. She liked him more than she liked Pierce, but she liked Pierce too. Which was über confuzzling. Because it was so slutty to like to guys. She frowned slightly, but not enough so that Pierce could see.

Aaryn saw Pierce let out a breath. She tried to smile a little. He was giving out signs. She knew it. She could tell. Aaryn had her ways. But she wanted to ignore them. She couldn't, but she wanted to. So badly. It was crazy. She wanted to stop thinking about this. As they walked, she played with her air. She felt a breeze blow across her. How odd. It must have come in from some random open window. She shivered slightly. She looked at Pierce, wondering if he was cold. Was he wearing anything under his sweatshirt?

She recognized this corridor, as she had passed through it many times in the light. It was the way to the great hall. An idea came to mind, "hey, why don't we go to the Great Hall? It's nearby." She thought she saw moonlight ahead. That would be so awesome. She always wondered what the Great Hall was like at night. Now she'd get the chance. That is if he wanted to go.

She looked to Pierce, awaiting a reply.

But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did

[Pierce James]

He steals the image in her kiss,
From her hearts apocalypse,
From the one called whatsername.

All right, Pierce had to actually think about his situation. He was alone, with a very attractive, very intelligent, and very perfect Aaryn. They'd walked for a little while, and she still hadn't taken her hand from his. And she was confusing the hell out of him. She kept sending him mixed signals. Not that he was doing the best at showing what he felt. He didn't really want to show her how he felt until he knew what she felt. Ack, how freaking confusing is that?

He decided to just not think about it. He'd just go with what happened and stop confusing himself. It would be easier that way, right? I mean, all they were doing was walking. Hand in hand and alone. It was no big deal. And he enjoyed it. What was so special about holding hands, anyway? It was just two hands touching, it wasn't like it was an act of intimacy or anything. What made it so enjoyable? Pierce didn't know. And he didn't care. He just liked it.

He felt the small breeze that blew by softly, but was unaffected. His sweatshirt was cover enough. The cool feeling on his neck and face was nice. It meant that it was cold outside, though. Maybe the pier wasn't the best idea. And as if on cue, Aaryn spoke up. He looked at her, considering her offer for a moment, but only a moment.

The Great Hall was a good place to go. He liked the charmed ceiling, and had heard that if you just wanted something to eat, it'd appear. How fantastic was that? Or maybe it was just during the day... Who knew? "All right," he agreed, smiling slightly as they entered the entrance hall. "It's probably too cold to go outside, anyway."

She's all alone again,
Wiping the tears from her eyes.
Some days he feels like dying,
She gets so sick of crying.