Someday, I Suppose ;; (CLOSED)

[Callie Flaherty]

The cafeteria was much less crowded than usual. Recently, it seemed a lot of kids were coming down with colds. Callie Flaherty, on the other hand, was perfectly healthy, though that didn't really mean that she wanted to be in school. Getting into her senior year, Callie just wanted to graduate and go to college and get started with her life. Enough with this highschool bullshit, already. She wasn't exactly popular. She had friends, sure, among the other art and drama students, and she wasn't exactly hated, but as far as highschool kids went, Callie never felt like she belonged.

It started with her appearance. She stood out, with her brightly coloured hair. Recently, she'd been fond of blues and purples. Her hair colour changed pretty frequently. She was naturally blonde, so it wasn't a problem to just keep bleaching and dying her hair various unnatural colours. The way she dressed, as well, set her apart. She was a punk at heart, and her clothing choices weren't exactly feminine. She'd wear black skinny jeans, band shirts, leather jackets, combat boots, the works. Occasionally, she'd cut the collar off of a t-shirt or hem the sides to show that she actually had a figure, but normally she was too lazy for that. She didn't have much of a figure to begin with.

Callie walked over to her usual table, which, to no surprise, was empty. She didn't really mind sitting by herself as long as she had her headphones on and could zone out to her desire, and maybe sketch something out or write a little something. The blue-haired girl slung her book-bag on the table and took a seat, putting her boots up on the table-top. Ignoring the looks from some of the more popular girls, Callie dug through the pockets in her jeans and pulled out her mp3 player, and put on some Big D and the Kids Table. They weren't her favourite band, but she felt like she really needed to hear some ska today. It usually cheered her up, and she wasn't in the best mood today. She just wanted to go home and make up for the many hours of lost sleep the night before.

[Tristan Taylor]

Walking into the cafeteria, a sigh escaped from the male's lips. Bright blue eyes looked around, for some place to sit. In his hand he held his lunch, a poptart and an orange soda. Seeing the girl, he made his way. "Mind if I sit here, with you, I mean..?" he asked nervously.

He didn't dress much like a guy. Girly purple skinny jeans, yellow converse, and a tight yellow top. Though over the top he had a black hoodie on, that fit him perfectly. His hair was long and black, and he wore eyeliner. He was considered an 'emo'. Though he didn't cut himself, and he wasn't the depressed type. He was accually quite entertaining near others he knew, or when he wanted to show off.

The guy looked quite gay. But he wasn't. Yeah, he liked guys, but he also leaned towards girl. Some girls, like this one. He found her to be quite stunning. When any other guy would want to be near the cheerleaders, he couldn't stand them. Nor the scene girls, they all seemed to be whores, in his head.

[Callie Flaherty]

Hearing a voice, Callie's head popped up to see a boy standing there. She wasn't sure of his name, but was pretty sure they were in an English class together or something. He looked familiar, nonetheless. She yanked the ear bud out of her ear and looked up at the boy. He was younger, by a year or two, she thought. She noticed his eyes right off the bat, however. Incredibly blue. She wondered if they were his real eyes or if he had coloured contacts in. Either way, they drew her in. Callie loved eyes. Something about them were just so intriguing to her, especially really nice ones like this guy had.

"What? Oh yeah, uhh, sure," Callie said, taking her books off of the chair next to her. The kid seemed nice enough, and to be honest, Callie was feeling a bit lonely lately. Maybe it'd be nice to have some company, to have someone to talk to. Callie quickly wrapped the wire from her headphones around her mp3 player and threw it into her messenger bag. "Uhh, Tristan, right? You're in my English class," Callie said, snapping her fingers as she remembered the boy's name.

Ahh, now she remembered. She wasn't sure she had ever actually had a conversation with Tristan, but she definitely knew him from English class. He was okay. She didn't really know anything about him, but from what she could tell he seemed alright. She wasn't really sure how he could wear that tight of pants without suffocating, but she wasn't one to judge. She looked up again, her green eyes again falling on his bright blue ones. Was he wearing eyeliner? Callie did her best not to stare. Hey, if guys felt the need to make themselves feel more attractive with makeup, then more power to them. Besides, she had to admit that it worked on him. His eyes were already so pretty that the eyeliner only accented them even more.

[Tristan Taylor]

The boy moved over, sitting beside her. He smiled weakly, looking down, picking at the poptart he just opened shyly. He was never the one to eat infront of people. He was really insecure. "Thanks." he nodded slightly. He needed a friend, and he felt he had a chance with her.

"Oh. Yeah. I didn't...see you in that class. Then again, I was sleeping..." he said quickly. "Um... mind if I ask your name?" he asked shly, looking up at her.

He saw some puzzled throughts run through her, he could tell by her eyes. He looked away, as she stared and sighed softly. "You think I'm just another emo kid too, don't you?" he asked weakly, about to get up and leave. He hated when people thought that about him. He was more than that, and he knew it.

[Callie Flaherty]

"Sure," Callie said, smiling briefly at him. She noticed the poptart in his hand. Callie opened up her bagged lunch, pulling out a small container of salad. She was never one to eat a whole lot in the middle of the day. It made her feel sick sometimes, but she was starving. She opened her salad, and poured some Italian dressing on it, mixing it up with her fork, as she glanced over at Tristan when he spoke.

"Callie," she said, smiling. She wasn't really surprised that he would fall asleep in that class. She would've too, if she didn't like literature so much. Tristan seemed a bit shy. She noticed him holding the poptart, but not eating it. Yup, definitely a bit shy. Callie was always a bit awkward, and then she got into acting and theatre, and choir with singing in front of people. It really brought her out of her shell.

At Tristan's next remark, Callie raised an eyebrow. You think I'm just another emo kid too, don't you? Did she come off as being that judgemental? "Wh-...? No!" she said, a bit shocked. Labels were the last thing to run through her head when she thought about people. She judged people based on their character, not on what they wore. "Tristan, sit down," she chuckled nervously. "I've never even talked to you before, I'm not gonna judge you that quickly," she said sincerely, looking him in the eye.

[Tristan Taylor]

His eyes watched her salad for a moment. He never really ate veggies. He didn't like them. Though the dressing was probably the best there was. If he did eat vegetables, he usually covered them in some substance. Salt, italian dressing, ranch, ketchup, even mustard.

Hearing her name, he smiled some, "Very beautiful." he nodded to her. He quickly looked back down, at the poptart which was now into a hundred pieces on the napkin he had. His soda wasn't even touched.

"Okay..." Tristan said, as she said no. Somehow he didn't believe her, but she asked him to sit down, so he did. "Well. Alot of people judge me too soon." he muttered, looking into her eyes, then quickly looking down, nervous now.

[Callie Flaherty]

Very beautiful. At this, a wide smile formed on Callie's lips. She even blushed a little bit. Definitely a nice kid. "Thanks," she smiled at him. She noticed the crumbles of poptart all over his table and the napkin. Was she making him nervous? Or was he just a shy person like this all the time. Tristan reminded her of a kitten, in a way. Maybe it was the eyes that she couldn't seem to get away from that made her think of that. Puppy-like, but Callie always preferred cats over dogs, so she settled on a kitten. Callie suddenly got the urge to pet his hair, but she restrained herself.

Well. A lot of people judge me too soon. Callie nodded at this. She had the same problem. A lot of people couldn't see past the bright blue hair to see that she was actually a good, caring person, and pretty fun to be around. She just had her quirks, as did everyone else. She just wasn't one to really bother hiding her eccentricities. If people couldn't handle her weird right off the bat, they wouldn't get used to it. At least that was how she saw it.

"I know what you mean," Callie said, smiling weakly over at Tristan. She hoped that he knew that she meant it when she said she didn't think he was just another emo kid. She really did think he was a nice kid so far, though she didn't know him well yet. But, he was nice enough to definitely give him a chance. Tristan was cute in a way. Not just appearance wise, but his shyness made him pretty adorable, in Callie's opinion. Callie ran a hand through her blue hair, messing it up a bit before picking up her fork and taking a bite of her salad. Maybe if she acted casual around him that would make him feel more comfortable too.

"What kind of music do you like?" Callie asked. If there was one thing that all highschool kids had in common, it was that everyone listened to music. Different types of music, yes, but they all still had that common interest. Some kids, like Callie, couldn't live without hearing music nearly every second of the day.

[Tristan Taylor]

Watching her blush, he let out a soft laugh. "No...problem." he said, looking down to his poptart again. "I...do that... all the time." he joked, knowing she was probably wondering about it. "Just....a lil nervous.. Most people don't like me." she said.

He watched her hand go though her hair and ate. He looked down, he did feel a little comfortable now. He picked a small chunk of his food up, placing it into his mouth. "Music...ahh.. all of it, is good in a way." he muttered, looking down and sighing. "I can't live without it.." he shrugged, "And what about you? What kind do you like?"

[Callie Flaherty]

Callie smiled a bit. So he was a bit nervous after all. Well, he didn't have much of a reason to be. Some people found her intimidating, with the way she dressed and the general attitude she had towards a lot of people. She was a cynic, but that didn't mean she wasn't a nice person. "Well I like you," Callie said, shooting Tristan a small smile. What was not to like? He was a nice kid, he was attractive, and had some of the most beautiful eyes Callie had ever seen.

Callie noticed him eating a bit out of the corner of her eye. Good, she thought. He seemed to slowly be getting used to her presence. She hated when people were uncomfortable around her. It made her feel like she was doing something wrong to make them feel that way. She smiled a bit, as Tristan briefly talked about music. Good, that was something they had in common: their undying need for music. It was like oxygen.

"Mostly punk and ska, I guess," Callie said, with a slight shrug. "I'll tolerate anything except country," she said, grinning a bit. Even rap, she could stand. She found it entertaining in a way, and that was all that the DJ would play at dances, pretty much, so she had to get used to it if she hoped to go to prom her senior year. She had skipped out last year because she couldn't find a date. Oh well. No use dwelling on the past. "Who's your favourite band?" she asked Tristan.

[Tristan Taylor]

Tristan looked at her smile, and couldn't help but smile back. "I...like you too." he said. She was sweet, and beautiful, and she was different. She wasn't another bitchy prep.

He saw her look at him from the corner of her eyes, and laughed slightly, sitting the food down. He shrugged, "I'm not that hungry anyways." he said.

"I love punk. And...i guess the older country is okay. Like George Straight. Best country singer alive." he said, looking down. "Band. Uh. Probably... Hollywood Undead..?" he said, looking over her. There was a dance coming up soon, really soon. But he probably wasn't going to go.

[Callie Flaherty]

Callie giggled a bit. A rarity, for the blue-haired girl. She laughed a lot, but giggling? That wasn't exactly Callie-like behaviour. So props to Tristan, for bringing out that side of her. I'm not that hungry anyways. Callie made a face. "You sure? I have some extra food if you don't wanna eat your...what was once a poptart," she chuckled a bit, dumping the rest of her lunch out onto the table. She had brought a good assortment of food, mostly fruit and vegetables, with some snack foods, as she was a vegetarian. Not because she was one of those crazy "killing animals is wrong" people, but because she was just never a fan of meat.

"Hollywood Undead? I've heard the name, I think," Callie said, trying to place the name to the music. Nothing was ringing a bell. Callie swallowed another bite of salad. "What do they sound like?" she asked. Judging from the name, Callie would guess that they were pop-punk or emo sounding, but she couldn't be sure. "Do you like...Flogging Molly?" Callie asked. Flogging Molly was probably Callie's all-time favourite band. She loved Celtic music, as she had her roots in Ireland, and she loved punk music. It was the best of both worlds combined into one amazing band.

"Or...hmm...Anti-Flag?" Callie asked, throwing another one of her favourite bands into the mix. She'd tolerate all types of music, minus country, yes, but she was a punk-head. Punk and ska were really the only types of music she'd listen to on her own, besides classic rock. The good old bands, like The Rolling Stones. There were a lot of good concerts coming up, it seemed like. Callie was planning on skipping a few days of school so she could go to some of them.

[Tristan Taylor]

Tristan looked back, "Ah....away." then he listened to her giggled, and smiled once more. "I'm sure. I'm not hungry. Or I would of eaten it." he said, looking at her. He looked at the food. "Are you a vegetarian?" he asked. He has no problem with it. He simply loved meat though.

"Yeah. Hollywood Un-dead..." he said, "Never heard of them, and they are kinda...punk...rap. Not sure what they are actually." he laughed slightly. "Haven't heard them either." he shrugged slightly, looking down again. "So um. The bell just rang. Do you want me to walk you to class?" he offered.

[Callie Flaherty]

Callie chuckled a bit, her pale cheeks again taking on a pink hue to them. Are you a vegetarian? Callie nodded a bit. "Yeah. I'm not one of the crazy ones, though," she smiled a bit. "I just don't really like meat," she shrugged. She was healthy about her eating habits, though. She ate a lot of nuts and stuff to get her share of protein. When she'd first started out as a vegetarian her freshman year, she forgot that she should probably take vitamins and supplements to make up for the lost protein, and wound up passing out a lot. But she'd learned better since then.

"Punk-rap? Oh, like Transplants? They're like, reggae-punk-rap," Callie said, trying to explain. Callie looked up as the bell rang. She quickly shoved the rest of her uneaten lunch into her brown paper bag and threw it into her back-pack. "Uhh, sure, if it's not out of your way. Where are you headed next?" Callie asked, smiling as she stood up. She was going to choir next, if she remembered her schedule correctly, and that was on the same floor as the cafeteria. She liked singing, and she liked the class, but she didn't like the people in the class too much. She just didn't get along with the other kids in there.

[Tristan Taylor]

Tristan nodded, smiling. "I bet that's hard. Well, it would be for me." he muttered. "I love meat... I couldn't live without it." he laughed weakly. "I feel like a monster now." he said, looking down.

"I guess." he said, looking up at him. "Gym. What about you?" he asked, running his hand through his black hair, which caused it to disappear from his face. "I can be late...for that class anyways. Everyone always is." he added. He got up, smiling. "Lead the way, Callie." he said softly.

[Callie Flaherty]

Callie chuckled lightly. "Nah, even as a kid, I just never liked how it tasted. Fish, too. 's not so bad," she said, grinning a bit. I feel like a monster now. Callie frowned, then smiled at him. "Aw, don't," she said, laughing to herself. Callie gathered her things, slinging her messenger bag over her right shoulder and putting the miscellaneous notebooks and sketchpads under her arms.

"I have choir next...it's on this floor, so you shouldn't be too late," Callie said with a smile. She couldn't really figure out why some people took gym, to be honest. She wasn't exactly athletic. Well, she wasn't athletic in the least bit. She was always the kid that got picked last for dodgeball back when gym was a required class in middle school. Callie belonged in the art room, and in the theatre classes. That was just her nitch.

Callie watched as Tristan stood up. He was taller than she would've imagined. Probably a good 3 or 4 inches taller than she was. From a distance, she always expected him to be shorter. Lead the way, Callie. The blue-haired girl smiled, the blush in her cheeks refusing to fade away. She grinned. "Okay," she said, shrugging, the smile still plastered on her lips as she took a few steps in the direction of the choir room, turning her head to make sure her new acquaintance was still there.