Of course Flayme couldn't fit in with the 'style' of the rest of the town, there's always one of those. Y'know those ones with the dark, but still sexy clothing, pale skin and hidden eyes. Of course most of the time that was held up by those that enjoyed pretending to bite eachother on the necks, "I'mma suck yer blood!" Oh, how sexy...
Flayme wasn't of that type, simply enjoying the clothing. She also was the kind to sit in a corner and read books, or play a video game. Every book she read, she had them covered to hide the kind, the games she played had duct tape over the title. Other than her style, no one really knew anything about her. One after another, those similar to her 'type' would attempt to befriend her, but she was too distant.
By the time she hit the age of 18 almost about to graduate highschool, her parents sat down with her, "Flayme, you ever going to make friends?" Asked her father, Beau. He held his wife's hand and she nodded, "Not only to support your emotional need, it's not what you know, it's who you know for work too, my sweet daughter." Cathy smiled a little bit, "You only have three months of school left, go do something."
Flayme cocked her head back in shock, "What's the problem with doing things through what I know? Absolutely, people get jobs faster that way, but I'm STILL in highschool, mind you. I don't need anyone for friendship, not at this point in life, in this time and age of my life, I don't need such drama." She shook her head in irritation, "This is highschool we are talking about."
"We waited for your 'highschool drama' for all your life and it never came, other than your hideous clothing," Cathy sat up and narrowed her eyes at her daughter.
"That was extremely supportive, mother," the girl spoke sarcastically. "What, should I be going out to parties and getting smashed, high, and trip out on mushrooms or acid?" She stood up, "I mean, I could, but then that would take out my next step, ever getting a job." She picked up her bag and headed up to her room to set it down. By the time her parents got up to her room, she was heading right back down. "Hey, I know where everyone goes, my untainted ears hear everything."
"Don't even go there, Flayme. You have too much of an attitude," her father stepped up, but she just walked around them with no care as to what he had to say, nor to what her mother had to say. Her keys flung around on a finger, slapping into her palm and slipping up into her trench coat. The furry red and black boots made nice thick klunk noises on the ground as she headed to the front door and stepped out, closing it calmly, though the feeling inside was opposite.
Before she sat in her Mustang GT 2007 she listened as the door opened, and her mother's head poked out, "Flayme, don't do that, just go do something with your life." Cathy cracked a small smile.
"Sure, mother," the girl sat down and turned on the engine, reaching over to her stereo to turn up the music. Tristania, Sanguine Sky played deep in her car and she waved at the door where her mother waved back, her foot was brought in and she closed the black clearcoat painted door. She backed out of the driveway, the rims on her wheels were glowing red flames to represent her name "Flayme." She looked through as she drove near the crop-land and stopped at a house with what seemed to be about ten people just rough housing with loud mainstream metal playing in the background. She parked and got out of the car and walked up to the door, to the side a young male from her school sparked up his torch and lit his pipe, smoking his green. She turned her head and looked at him, "Ahem, that doesn't seem healthy," as she pulled out a cancer stick and sat on the rail of the deck, lighting it and tilting her head.
"Ah, dude, who the fuck is... Flayme? The chick from the library? No way!" He almost got up to call the rest of the group, she shook her head and pushed him back as she inhaled her smoke, leaving it to linger in her lungs for only a mere three seconds as she relaxed on the rail again. "Yes, I'm here, just wanted to check out what all the fuss was here. Have a lot of fun here?" She spoke as smoke fell from her full, red lips. She automatically refilled her lungs.
"You come after rejecting us for what? Three years?" He slapped his knee as he laughed, excited, "What was the change?" he leaned in to look at her better in the darkness, "You want to get high? Or do you want some... You know..." his right eyebrow twitched as he leaned back and rubbed his thighs with his pipe resting on his zipper. He grinned.
Flayme leaned in with her eyebrows lifted and a slight smile on her mouth. "How retarded are you, really? That drug is getting to your brain, Seth. Finish your weed, and this smoke, I'm going inside," she handed the stick to him and waved as he looked at her with a glazed over shock.
The moment she stepped in she got the same reaction from twelve other people seven males and five females. There was another male present, but not reacting as such, standing off to the side and watching the crowd of adolecent kids trying to find out why she was here. He should have been in his twenties and in college, so why would he be with these kids? He was a foot taller than Flayme, no shirt, but a pair of Tripp pants and a trench coat draping his shoulders, well defined muscles and a dark stare. Flayme backed up into the door, shutting it all the way, her hands held up, palms out, just above her shoulders, "Hey, guys, calm yourselves. Seth's frying his brain outside, go talk to him. I'm sure he'd like some company." She smiled, somewhat. They refused to go outside and wanted answers from her. She stared at them in shock, was it that exciting to have a library girl join a party such as this? Or was it just weird to have her join after rejecting it for three years?
(Hope you enjoy... I cannot right more tonight, sorry. More will come soon. Thanks for reading, this was off the top of my head.)