.All alone.OPEN.I try to be invincible.

[mathew]

Mathew sat in the quiet library, his feet crossed on top of one of the small tables in the middle of the building. The 22 years old had a black notebook in his hands a a pencil sticking out of his mouth instead of the normal cigarette.
His dark brown hair hung into his face, like always blocking a hazel eye from the lined paper.

His messy hand writing covered a little more then half of a page.
He was wearing a black long sleeved shirt under a denim jacket along with blue jeans and his black skateshoes that where now on top of the table.
Around his wrist was a silver watch and on the other was a assortment of different bracelets and wrist bands.
He also had a single silver necklace around his neck that had a silver Japanese symbol at the end.

The librarian behind the front desk kept giving him a strange look, He figured it was because his feet where on the table which wasn't a very good example for the students, But he didn't really care.

His hand brushed the hair away from his eyes before taking the pencil from his mouth making it disappear from one hand and reappear in the other as he read over the little bit he had written.
Of course it was only an illusion, But his so called 'magic' made for easy conversation.
Plus he just liked showing off.

[Adelaide Christian♥]

and we danced all into the night.

Adelaide sighed as she walked into the library, as she carried her 74754553485785681235 books and homework assignments. Thats what skipping will get you, dear. She shook off her stupid thoughts as she walked around, searching for a familiar face or an open table. The only table with open seats was one with a shaggy emoish looking guy sitting at one. She breathed out, and pushed some of her hair behind her ear, regretting her skipping escapades. She slowly approached the table and looked at the man.

"Umm, can I sit here? There's no other table open and..I need to study.." She bit her lip carefully, not fully knowing why she was acting so shy. Maybe it was because she has had no sleep? That was probably it. She looked the guy in the eye and waited for his answer. She sighed. She didn't really want to be here, studying of all things. She had 4 tests coming up, and a buttload of math homework. Thats all she had to work on, it would take a week just in itself.

[mathew]

.I'll be just fine Pretending I'm not.
.I'm far from lonely.
.And it's all that I've got.

Mathew glanced up at a girl who had asked him if she could sit down.
"Of course" He said dropping his feet to the ground with a soft 'thud' as the skateshoes hit the carpet.
Closing his notebook he ran his fingers through his hair and sat his elbows on the table his dark hazel eyes glancing up "What are you studying?" He asked just trying to start some sort of conversation, Since he was practically dying of boredom.

"That is if you don't mind me asking." He added tapping the pencil a few times against the cover of his notebook waiting for her answer. It seemed to him she was acting sort of shy, But he hadn't met her before, for all he knew she may have always acted like this. But judging by her hair he doubted it.
He didn't really know anyone yet... But that was expected since he had just moved to Dayton a had only been teaching for a few weeks.

[Adelaide Christian♥]

zombies only understand one language.

Adelaide smiled faintly as she sat down. "Thanks." She breathed a sigh of relief as she let down the books onto the table. Her arms felt like they were going to break off. She took her spot across from him and started opening her math book as he spoke. "Math. Stupid effing subject can die." She growled at her book, glaring at it. She hated math, with such a fiery passion. She got it fine, it was just the whole showing your work and stuff. "I don't mind." She smiled up at him, then glanced at her book, her cursed, evil book.

She really hated studying. She hated everything about it. She hated school. She wanted to drop out, but she wasn't going to do that to her poor future, that was already looking crappy as it was. She looked up at the man again. "What about you? Anything interestinger then stupid math?" She asked, grabbing a multipoint pencil from her jansport back pack. Oh, the fun times of math.

[mathew]

.Hope dangles on a string.
.Like slow spinning redemption.

A slight smile spread across his face, "I always hated math... Now I'm stuck teaching it" He said glancing down at the book she had opened.
'Anything interestinger then stupid math?' She had asked, He looked back up at her, "Nah, I should be figuring out my lesson for tomorrow, But I'm just writing music again... and not getting anything done" He sighed leaning back in the chair.

"By the way, I'm Mathew..." He had his students call him Mathew... not Mr. Connor, He was the fun teacher... He didn't like being that strict. plus he didn't like having anything to do with his father so 'Mathew' or even Matt suited him just fine.

[Adelaide Christian♥]

someone stop this song.

Adelaide's eyes widened just a bit. He taught math? Thats like teaching hell. "Wow. I'm so sorry." She sympathized for him. Stupid math. The worst subject to ever be invented. If she could go back in time, she would murder Socrates before he had time to invent it. Ade nodded. "Music? What kind of music?" She asked, biting her lip carefully. She was obsessed with music. It was her lifestyle, her everything. She loved singing, she used to be in a band for heavens sake.

She smiled at Mathew. "I'm Adelaide. Nice to meet you." She smiled and closed her ugly math book, not prepared to do any work at all.

[mathew]

.some people have.
.and others want.
.what some go without.

He smiled at her, "It's not really that bad, Most of the students where do there work" He said glancing down at the book she had just closed then back up at her. He wasn't her parent so he could 'make' her do her work, but he could encourage her to but that didn't mean she would.

'Music? What kind of music?' she asked him. He loved music, so he liked to talk about it, play it, write it... He pretty much breathed music.
"Just a bass line I got going...and multiple lyric ideas... Not that I'd ever sing them" He smiled. He hated his voice and pretty much refused to ever sing.
He tapped his pencil against the cover of his notebook a few times again, it was just a strange habit he had, he didn't even notice his did it most of the time.

[Adelaide Christian♥]

so delightfully vain.

Adelaide nodded at him. Her eyes danced with excitement. "Really? I've been looking for someone who writes music. I'm tired of trying to write some by myself. And I'm tired of singing Blink 182, as much as I love them. I'm running out of things to sing." She dug around in her bag for her notebook of songs. Placing it on the table she looked at him. "We should be a team." She bit her lip and looked him in the eye, being serious the whole while.

She watched as he tapped his pencil. He'd probably be an amazing drummer. The wheels in her head started to turn. This was her weakness. Music. Bands. It all was her passion. She wanted to be famous for what she could do, and help others realize their talents while doing it. She wanted to make it big.

[mathew]

.Anything goes.
.but don't blink.
.you might miss.

"So you sing?" He asked nodding his head... with her hair and all she looked like the lead singer to a rock band.
'We should be a team' He smiled softly then shook his head.
"It wouldn't work"
He remembered his old band back in Salt Lake City, They had been famous around town so they got to play some pretty sweet gigs... But that was over now... He was a teacher, not 'band material'

He put his hands in his pockets and his hazel gaze moved down to the edge of the table.
It didn't bother him that his dark brown and red hair had fallen into his face.
It was strange that he didn't jump at the chance to play music with someone again, Since all he did was music.