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[edward wolfe]

It was weird. There he was, sitting at the local cafe, with a plate of food in front of him, but Edward wasn't even hungry. Honestly, he couldn't think of one damn good reason as to why he was sitting there, wasting his time -- and money. He counted the mintues, and hours, he sat there, watching people -- couples, mostly -- enter and exit the cafe as they pleased. He felt like he should probably get up, but that would require effort. Ah yes, Edward was a very lazy guy. Oh how he loved the benefits of having a faster-than-light matabolism. He took a swig of his water, feeling the icy coldness slither down his dry throat. Today of all days, Edward had decided to walk everywhere. By now of course, he deeply regretted that stupid choice. How badly he wanted other than to just hop in his car and drive until the gas light lit up. Okay, so he was more or less a humanitarian.

After thirty more minutes had slipped by him, he looked down to come to still, a plate full of food. A plate full of food that didn't even look that appatizing to him. Strangely enough, he wasn't too much of a picky eater, but today, nothing sounded, tasted, or looked good. Edward had told himself about a million billion times to get off his amazingly good looking ass and go get some fresh air, but it seemed the more he complained to himself, the more getting up and moving sounded like hell. He'd rather chew glass.

Okay, before he was lazy, now he was bored. He had stopped counting the minutes, purely because it was too much work. He got up and threw away his plate ful of food. Right after the garbage lid shut, he thought about giving his food to a hobo. He used to love giving food to hobos, especially on Christmas or Thanksgiving. He liked seeing their faces light up, even if the food looked like shit. Anyways, he walked from his seat to some random table with some random person he'd never seen before. Edward was very social, he could just throw himself out there and go meet new people. Some thought that was weird, others found the trait admirable, and some, just slowly drifted the other direction ...

[Errika Lily Bowers]

Errika sat in the cafe on her own. All Errika's friends were at some practice she wasn't needed at so that left Errika on her own. Her empty glass sat on the table infront of her. She pushed it to the other side as she pulled out her English Class text. It was a novel called Oliver Twist, set in England a long time ago. Errika didn't really understand it. Why they couldn't read a modern novel at least Errika didn't know. She scanned the pages not really taking in any of the words. It all seemed ridiculous. Errika didn't really understand old times. She prefered modern day.

Errika placed the book down in front of her and she thought what to do next. She could go shopping but that would require her walking home, asking for money off her grandparents, getting it and then walking back into town. Far too much effort just to buy a few things she could order off the internet when she got home. She had left her Audi TT back at the house but she didn't mind. Errika enjoyed walking, as long as it was relazing and not repetitive.

Errika jumped as a boy suddenly sat down at her table. She didn't recognise him but he seemed a lot older than Errika. She looked him up and down. Nope, no bell rang in her head. She assumed he was a senior, and being a freshman Errika didn't know him. She was puzzled, why would a senior boy randomly sit down at a table with a freshman girl he didn't know? She sighed, boys were so complex. "Hi?" Errika said in a puzzled tone.

[edward wolfe]

Edward stiffled a laughed, mostly because of her confused tone. Then again, Edward would be sort of freaked if some random chick came and sat next to him. He smiled at her, noting how young she looked. "Ello," he greeted her back, his smile only growing wider. Of course, she probably thought he was some loser who had nothing better to do -- and honestly, that was the cold, hard truth. He hadn't seen any of his friends today, and he didn't know where the loser freshman dudes were to pick on.

Still glancing in her direction, he said, "So how are you today? My name is Edward, Eddie, whatever you like." He added a nonchalant shrug. "What's your name? How old are you? What grade are you in? What's your favorite colour?" He asked in a blur, it may have sounded like he was drunk and slurred his words. And wow, did that like, not sound stalker-ish at all?

Of course Edward considered just getting up and leaving the poor chick alone, she probably felt uncomfortable and a little weirded out. He'd probably been done harassing people for the entire day, but he was still having fun. Wait, was that wrong to say? Oh well, anyways, he found himself messing with a packet of sugar he found on the table, and held it up to the light and flicked it with his fingers. Somehow, he found that incredibly entertaining, and kept on with it. She probably thought he was mentally retarted, but he didn't really care, honestly, it wouldn't be the first time. Besides, the first time, someone actually had the audacity to say it out loud and inform him about his retard-ness. Gosh, how rude.

[Errika Lily Bowers]

Errika looked at the guy still with the same puzzled expression. She really wasn’t sure what to say to the guy she was still in shock. Errika was kind of pleased someone had decided to talk to her, she wasn’t really in the mood to sit alone. To be honest Errika was never really in the mood to be alone. She loved to talk about nothing and giggle for now reason. Errika was a gossip queen and to be honest she even spread it. Errika may have been a freshman but she wasn’t afraid of seniors. A lot of her friends were juniors or seniors, she was a popular and most of the populars were seniors.

Errika smiled as the guy started firing questions at her. “I’m good thanks” she said to answer his first question. She thought through all the questions and planned what she was going to say. “The name’s Errika” she said. “I’m Fourteen, a freshman” she added. She thought through her last answer “hmm, favourite colour… Pink” she said. She sounded like your average pretty pink girl but she wasn’t. She loved pink but also Turquoise, especially the two together.

Errika wondered why the guy had decided to sit down next to her. He was obviously quite a confident guy but most people were around people 3 or 4 years younger than them. Errika was usually quite a confident person but for some reason she was quiet around this boy. Most probably because he had taken charge.

[edward wolfe]

Edward nodded his head understandingly as Errika spoke. "Errika, freshman, fourteen, pink ..." he repeated aloud. He seemed to retain information better if he said things out loud ... about three or four times. You see, Edward had a wonderful long term memory, yet he can't seem to remember what he had for dinner last night. He tried the old school remedy of drinking green tea, but honestly, to him, the stuff tasted like horse pee.

As much as Edward hated it, he had to wonder if Errika was one of those popular preppy chicks. He hated judging people with a serious burning passion, but he found himself doing it anyways. Overall, Edward is a pretty good guy, he keeps his word, and he doesn't spill a promise. He respects women, girls, chicks, whatever, and he is a pretty good friend. However, he is quite the avid joker, and sometimes his pranks can to go far without even him knowning it. Edward, considering his own sterotyped "label" he'd have to call himself a rebel. He never listens to the rules, nor follows them. He tries to not exactly break the rules, but rather bend them. He's pretty smart acutally, good at finding loopholes in most guidelines and rules.

He scooted his chair back a few inches from the table, letting his long legs strecth until they reached the table leg. He saw a loose thread dangling from his t-shirt, and it was literally bugging the crap out of him. He reached for it under the table, and rolled it up in his two fingers trying to break the cursed thread. It seemed like pulling on the thing only made it rip more. Of course. Typical that it would just rip more, if he kept it up, he would be shirtless by the end of the hour. Gahh, so lucky these ladies were. Kidding.

He glanced at Errika again, and gave her a tentative smile. He had run out of retarted things to say, so he would start with something a normal person might say. Hey, first time for everything, right? "Um, so are you a long time resident of Shadowridge?" he asked nonchalantly, scared at how normal-ish that question was.

[Errika Lily Bowers]

Errika smiled as the boy started pulling at a thread. Errika looked at him trying to work him out. Errika liked to work people out. She wondered whether he had mild OCD. It seemed like he needed everything to be perfect. Errika immediatly stereotyped him, she couldn't help it it was just something she did. She thought he was probably a rebel. A rules are made to be broken sort of guy. She felt mean for putting him into a group. Most people saw Errika as a bubbly pretty prep and that she probably was.

Errika looked up at the boy as he spoke once again. He mentioned Shadowridge. To be honest Errika had only been in Shadowbridge for one year. She moved here and started her freshman year so she was just getting situated. "Nope, only just moved here" she said.