[Closed] Dancing with the Wolves

[shawn fleiter gryffon]

Jacob only took his leave when the girl returned, Cole going with him. Shawn nodded. "Sorry..." He mumbled. "I...didn't mean to cause any problems." He rubbed at his temples, waiting for the fading throb to pass, not bothering lift his head from the table.

"It kinda came outta nowhere." He sighed softly, toying with the scrap of a straw wrapper, bangs hiding his eyes. "I dunno how I forgot to take 'em.."

[shaun michel foster]

Shaun was about to leave again when Jacob left. She didn't want to leave him, so she walked over to him.

"No, you just scared me.. I don't like seeing you like this.. Or anyone.." She laid her head on his shoulder, rubbing his back gently. She trailed her fingers up and down his back, hoping he would start feeling a little better soon.

"It's gonna be okay, Shawn.." She said quietly, brushing his bangs to the side. "I'll stay here with you until you feel better, okay? Why don't you tell me about what you did in school yesterday? So you can get your mind off of the pain.."

[shawn fleiter gryffon]

"I'm not a little kid," He murmured with the faintest of smiles. "it's high school, c'mon." He relaxed some, breaths slowing down, felt back for stressing them all out. "I...get tired of people worrying about me so much..."

"I hate how Jacob takes everything out on himself Shaun, hate how people look at me like I'm some sort of helpless freak..I've never seen it as a problem...I dunno why everyone else has to.."

[shaun michel foster]

She continued to rub his back gently, listening to him quietly. "I can't help you with Jacob.. But you're not a freak, Shawn.. You're just not like everyone else.. And there's nothing wrong with that. People think I'm a freak too, because I'm skinny as a toothpick and I model underwear.. I was at a store once, and someone started throwing candy bars at me, telling me I was a skinny freak, that being small is unattractive, that I needed to gain weight. But I can't help it I'm small. And you can't help it you can't walk." She paused for a moment, sitting back down in her chair. "If you want my honest opinion.. I- I don't see you as disabled, or limited or a freak.. I see a handsome boy, someone who just happens to not be able to use his legs, is all. And there's nothing wrong with that. Because honestly, Id rather be your girlfriend than any guy who could walk. And anyone who doesn't see the wonderful person you are, well they're downright rude. And you shouldn't give them a second thought.."

[shawn fleiter gryffon]

Shawn smiled faintly at this, feeling a little better. "Thank you..." He whispered, trying to push old feelings away. The pain medication being rather strong, his headache was already ebbing away and he finally raised his head, patting her knee.

"You probably scared Cole to death." He smirked faintly. Odd eyes studied her face with gentleness, clearly the kind of guy who would never purposefully hurt another. He tapped the table with a finger for a moment, gazing across the food court, watching couples and groups of friends interacting, such a wide variety.

[shaun michel foster]

She smiled when she felt him touch her knee. She placed her hand over his, patting it gently.

"I'm sorry.." She said quietly, watching his eyes wander across her face before he looked around. She bit her lip, looking away, trying to hide her blush. She couldn't see why anyone couldn't like him, why people would think such things of him. She saw a perfectly wonderful person. And to her, she didn't see not one thing wrong with him. She couldn't imagine anyone being ashamed to be his girlfriend, or poking fun at him. He was just too sweet for that.

"So.." She folded her hands together in her lap, looking down. She reached up, gently rubbing an eye she was sure was smeared with mascara. "Do you play any instruments?"

[shawn fleiter gryffon]

Shawn smiled faintly at her apology, straightening up further after drawing his hand back again. "Ah, I can play keyboard, but I mainly to the sound systems 'n stuff for the guys." He shrugged.

"Jacob and Tyler and two or three of their buddies." He drummed absently on his legs, not feeling the self conducted action as he looked over at her again. "You have any hobbies besides modeling?"

[shaun michel foster]

She smiled, looking over at him. "Really? I love the keyboard. It always sounds so pretty." She leaned back in her chair, pulling her vibrating phone out of her back pocket. She sat it on the table, seeing Channing was just checking on her.

"I really don't have time for anything other than modeling.." She ran her hands up and down her legs, watching her fingers move across the skin there. "I do play drums though. But I haven't in awhile. So I don't know if I still remember how." She chewed on her lip, looking down at her lap. "I tried to learn bass, but I never really got the hang of it. I can't move like, these fingers different than these fingers and it just confused me." She laughed a bit, running a hand through her hair.

[shawn fleiter gryffon]

Shawn smiled faintly. "Ty can play bass, and both can play guitar. I never really had the interest." He laughed softly, rubbing absently at an arm. "But I can see how modeling could take up a lot of time."

He yawned faintly, spotting Tyler disappearing into a store by himself, obviously having ditched the other two to look for something more interesting. Brown and green eyes returned to Shaun instead.

[shaun michel foster]

She looked over and smiled at him, blushing a bit. "I think between you, your brothers, and my brothers, we could make two bands." She looked over at the nacho guy, who had obviously been staring holes into her. She looked away, resting her head on her hand she propped on the table.

"I hate being watched." She said quietly, looking down. "Some guys are just pigs, I swear. They see a pretty girl and they have to stare holes into her until she walks away or talks to them." She ran her other hand across the table, keeping her head down. "But you don't have that problem. I don't think any guy has ever really caught my eye. Then again, there's pretty much two of you. I can't help but like you better, though." She looked up at him from a veil of blonde hair. She bit her lip, then looked back down.

"What's it like? Having a twin? Like, do you have sympathy pains and stuff? I know Channing and his brothers do. But the twins don't." She drew her finger across the table.