[CLOSED] hang up the phone.

[sean michael cutler]

Sean frowned. 'Sorry, that was a bit out of line. Screwed my life up a bit in the past is all. Nothing you want to sit and have explained I'm sure.'

He didn't like looking for pity in others; he knew what he had done was wrong. Glancing at the answer key the other teacher had given him, he began to go through the first few of the tests.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

'It's better to do it yourself than to have someone take it upon themselves to ruin it for you. I wasn't born like this. But no, I don't mind hearing your story. Or reading it, rather.' He wrote, looking down at the book he was making no progress on. He stuck his notebook in it and closed it, putting his head in his hands. He was tired of looking at words.

[sean michael cutler]

Sean shrugged his way. 'Let what I am take oer my better judgement,' He scrawled. 'Made a mistake, ended up in prison for a few months. Was lucky enough to get a job as a teacher. Sucky moving or anything, having to let the government know exactly where I'm at so they can mark y living quarters as beig a sexual predator.' He frowned. 'One thing I would go back and change if I could. Women never again.'

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

The guy hadn't shared a lot, but he had shared enough to make Nash feel bad. Nash could have someone, if he could use his voice like the rest of his species. But he couldn't. So he didn't.

'My mom and dad split. My dad got remarried and caught my step mom trying to poison me. It would have killed me, but luckily it just ruined my hearing and my lungs.' He wrote. He wondered if his sudden fear of sex came from the fact that her Mom's friend raped him once and tried to again in the backyard. Then resorted to trying to kill him. He rubbed one of his eyes, tired but not even close to being done.

[sean michael cutler]

'I'm sorry, must be rough. Guess we all just gotta live the life we're given and make the best of it huh? Friends and lovers along the way, you know, that everything happens for a reason shit?' He passed it back, smiling faintly at the other before reaching over a moment longer.

'I'm Sean.' Finishing the last of the papers, he closed the folder. He had more at home.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

'Friends and lovers mix as well with me as oil mixes with water.' He wouldn't help thinking how he'd screwed things up with Dylan. How the boy seemed like a whole different person now. And how Nash felt like a grade A fuck up.

'Im Nash.' He wrote under it. He never really told anyone his entire first name. Nash was just easier. And not many names could be shortened to just 'Nash' so there was really no question his name was Nashville.

[sean michael cutler]

Sean smirked faintly. 'With a lretty boy like you? There's gotta be someone out there.' He chuckled to himself. 'Nice you meet you, Nash.'

Tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the folder, he studied him for a moment, playing with the cuff of his leather jacket before smiling gently.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

'There was.' He wrote, then scratches it out. He didn't feel like explaining. 'Nice to meet you too.' He wrote under it, then coughed into his jacket sleeve. He sniffled, looking down into his lap. He rubbed his hands over his jeans. He felt sick to his stomach, half out of worry and half out of the fact that he had drank nearly seven cups of coffee in the last three hours. And partially because this guy made gave him butterflies he didnt want, making him slightly shaky.

[sean michael cutler]

Sean ran a hand through his hair absently, trying to figure out what to say. Or..write. Suddenly he wished he knew a little better sign language than he actually did, should talk to Dylan at some point. He had seemed rather down in the ditches lately, but Sean didn't exactly keep much track of his personal life anyways.

'What do you plan on putting your education towards?' He looked around at the others thoughtfully. He wasn't all that interested in education honestly, just his music and staying out of the way of others.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash shrugged. He had only really gone to school just so he would have something to do. And because he had gotten a scholarship. 'There's really not much I can do. Probably behavioral analysis or something that doesn't involve human interaction.' He pushed the notebook back, finishing off his cup of coffee. For so much coffee, he was tired. He moved in his chair, leaning against the wall. He glanced over at the little girl and her dad, the two having a conversation he couldn't hear. He wished he could, though. She was so cute, her voice must be cute too. He looked back over at the man.

'You have pretty eyes.' He signed, then realized he probably didn't understand. So he pointed to his eyes.