&& I'm so far away [Garrett]

[jane masters]

Jane had been in her room most of the day and she was growing Jane, but could she help it? Her brown eyes were slightly tired, but not that much. Jane wore a gray, graphic tank from Juicy Couture. Her legs weren't covered except for the pair of booty shorts that hugged her small hips. She wore a pair of white flip flops on her feet. She was quiet as she wandered around in the hallways. Her family was sitting in a group talking, but not Jane. No, Jane was trying to avoid drama ever since that damned boy spilled about her eating disorder. She shrugged and stuffed her hands in her pockets. The dark-haired girl trudged down the stairs and outside, looking around the place.

She was rather bored and wanted to do something productive. She felt an urge to head towards the beach and just walk and be alone. Jane listened to the sounds of the wilderness. She used to love school, but it seemed like ever since she became an outsider towards most of her popular friends, life was getting boring without her old friends. She didn't like attending school alone which was why she used to attend with her other friends, Becky and Taylor. However, this year, the two couldn't make it thanks to issues and the fact that Taylor's family have moved away back to Europe. She had pictures of them in her dorm, sitting around the campfire. It was cute and Jane certainly missed them more than anything at school. The only good thing was that here, she never saw Andrew because he went to a different school.

She found herself almost running into things as she thought about people. She heard the call of kids calling one another to go eat dinner and such, but never did they invite Jane anymore. She had an eating disorder that no one used to know about, until of course word spread from Andrew's friends. Jane tended to starve herself because she felt too fat. She ate on certain days and other days she wouldn't. She promised to eat every other day and that was it. Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. No exceptions. Jane didn't liked eating and she felt guilty about it. She pushed the callsl away and kept walking. She hated getting caught sneaking away from dinner, but now was her time to be alone since usually no one was out here during dinner or in general, because honestly? No one comes to the woods without a friend at night time except for Jane.

She was silent as she trekked, venturing deeper and deeper across the sandy shores. Eventually, she stopped when she came to an open area, surrounded by boulders. She sat down against a giant boulder and sighed to herself. She pulled the strap of her guitar off of her back and held the guitar in her lap. She strummed a few notes and hummed, thinking about what she was doing.

Lead me to the cross,
where your blood poured out,
Bring me to my knees,
Lord I lay me down.
Save me from myself...

[Garrett Sheckler]

So, sure Garrett caem from a good family. ut that didn't mean he had to be a good kid. And for surely, he wasn't. Garrett gave rock stars a run for their money with the way that he lived. Every weekend it was sex, drugs, and alcohol. He was a player, but girls still threw themselves at his feet.

So why he was out at this time was simple. And obvious from his partially staggered movement across the sand. He was beyond high at the moment. Though, he was use to it. Laughter escaped Garrett's mouth as he almost fell to the ground, so h under the influence of alcohol too. Big deal he always paired the two together.

As the clumsy boy made his way across the sand he noticed a girl walk out from the trees and set herself down upon the shore. A grin found its way quickly onto face as he paused and watched her for a few moments. And then him make his way over to her with the best that his impaired abilities could.

When Garrett reached the spot iwhich she sat, he plopped himself down and immediately recognized the girl. Jane Masters,.... the girl with the eating disorder Everyone knew her dirty little secret, but who was Garrett to judge another human being? With all his stupid and insane acts. He actually liked girls that be littled themselves a bit, it made his game so much easier.

Garrett propped himself up, and moved his body close to Jane's...his head setting just above her shouler. Balancing himself on his single arm wasn't an easy task, but he managed the best inwhich he could. And for being as wasted and stoned as he was, he was doing pretty good.

[jane masters]

The young girl was quiet as the waves crashed and broke the silence in the air that hung around her. She was quiet and she hated how she had to wear such small clothes because, quite frankly, she was too thin to wear most things. She wished she could kill her eating disorder. It wasn't her best friend, though people told her they loved her skinny figure. Sure, she loved it, but sometimes people thought it was disgusting and she didn't like to be the disgusting one. The girl was popular, but among popular girls that viewed themselves as too fat or ugly, she was the most hated girl out of them and she didn't like hate either. I guess it just comes with your eating disorder. Some hate, some love. There's never those people that are in the middle and love you for who you are, well there are, but not many that will truly help you through your problems.

Jane shrugged and hugged her knees close to her, strumming randomly on her guitar. She thought of We the Kings, one of her favorite bands. Their song "Check Yes Juliet" kept re-playing itself in her head as she sat there. She tried out the cords, but they didn't sound all that great on her guitar. She growled to herself and sighed, stopping herself from playing anymore on her guitar. She was tired and paranoid and felt like a complete idiot for not playing the stringed instrument very well. She grumbled and put the guitar back in its case beside her. She let her toe touch the cold water and she shivered.

She let out a small yelp when she felt a breath on her shoulder. She turned her head and came face-to-face with Garrett Sheckler, a jock she knew rather well from school. He was a druggie, or so she had heard. She looked over at his eyes and face and impaired movements and could tell that the rumor had been true. She raised a perfectly-plucked eyebrow and gazed at him. "Drinking and smoking again, Mr. Sheckler?" she smirked. Jane planted a small kiss on his nose and giggled. "What are you doing out here?" she inquired. A person in his state at the time shouldn't have been wandering at the beach. What if he drowned or something bad happened? Jane would've felt bad because this boy was awfully cute, no matter how stoned he got.

[Garrett Sheckler]

When Jane was startled by his sudden presence, the smirk upon his face grew a bit. Feeling the delicate lips of Jane against his nose, in his mind, opened up an invitation. He didn't make any sudden moves yet. He figured he'd try not to be a total ass this evening. His arm moved to flip his around backwards on his head, revealing momentairly his soft shaggy brown hair.

The next movement was a shrug, which caused his balance to be a bit thrown off. He knew he looked like an idiot not being able to hold up on his own weight at the momet, but in hi currnt state of mind that thought wasn't present. It was way in the back of his mind, hell, he wouldn't even remember anything that happened after he had hit his first joint, so what did it matter really?

The realization of Garrett was a fact that everyone knew. He went out got drunk, stoned, and then hooked with any girl that caught his eye. Garrett had seen Jane around campus, and fond her attractive, and put her on his list. So, to his luck, but possibly not hers, he had run into her on this early evening.

Garrett moved his face closer to hers, just barely not touching. His smirk turned to a soft grin as his mind sought for words to escape, but his reaction time was slowed. ...I don't know what you're going to have to do with me miss masters,.... His words were a bit slow, but they still carried that smart ass flirtacious tone.