shhh....{dasha and devin

[{Kyle-Dasha}]

For all the times, that we walked away
For all the times that I’ve heard you say

Gimmie someone to believe in
Gimmie something to believe in

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Dasha was curled up in the library with a book. Not strange at all. Recently instead of the karaoke club she had been coming to the library to stroll though the collection of books. Dasha’s back was against a bookshelf and her legs jutted out in front of her. Her book was balanced on her knees and her eyes looking intensely at her book. To anyone it would seem like she was reading M is for Magic by Neil Gaimen. But she wasn’t. At first she had been reading but then her mind had simply wondered off to where it wanted to. Today she wore her hair out and straightened it, letting it fall around her face and almost into her eyes. Her shirt was simply black with a white undershirt to protect her womanly area’s from roaming eyes. On her legs were a pair of simple jeans and her feet sported a pair of beat up sneakers.

“Hello? I need to see the books behind you.” Someone spoke. Dasha didn’t even hear it, she just kept staring at her book. “Hello?” The person asked again. The snapped their fingers in front of her face.

Dasha’s whole body suddenly jerked. “Ohmygod.” She exclaimed and panted a bit. It was almost if someone had snuck up on her. She looked up at the person with piercing green eyes.

“What?” She said, almost accusingly. Once the person explained she sighed and shifted, grabbing her jacket which had been cast aside. She then resituated herself as she stared at her book again. She hadn’t even managed to read pas the first page. If people asked her what she was daydreaming about, she would simply get a blank look on her face. She didn’t know what she was daydreaming about…she was simply daydreaming.[/blockquote][/size][/color]

[ashingliee]

It`s just a matter of trust
For us, for us,
Don`t wanna hurt you;;

Don`t say you just wanna go
Don`t you know you`re on your own?
Don`t wanna hurt you...

The library was almost the only place Devin could go to to get any sort of peace of mind for himself. Just a place for him to get lost in his studies and not give a care about anything else. Unless someone were to walk up to him and ask him a smart butt question about the student council, or just a regular question about an assignment. Then his manners would kick in and his mind would wander off to that specific person. Was that their only question? Do they want any more information? Do they need help? Is there anything else I can do for them?

As Devin entered the library, he corrected the position of his dark blue back pack slung over his shoulder filled with his text books and other binders, and another back pack of the same color slung over his other shoulder. School work was really piling up on him, even during the holiday. There was always an assignment to think about, a project to do, or a script to memorize. There was never nothing to do. Even during the summer there were errands to run and more academic work books his uncle would pile on him. His main priority by coming to the library was to work and study. He didn't think anyone could take his mind off of the essays he would have to draft and then put together for several of his classes. And then he still had to squeeze in cello practice after he met up with the soccer team. Somehow he would have to get the word in to one of the council members that he had an idea for an after break special for the students.

His clothes were simplistic. A bright red Looney Tunes sweat shirt adorned his torso and ice jeans hugged his waist, thighs, and knees. Entering the library, he respectfully took off his white visor and headed his way toward the computer rooms. He glanced at girl with brown hair with blonde tinges. The fifteen year old wished he could have been at the library to read instead of working on countless amounts of essays. Then maybe he could have taken another moment's glance at her. Oblivious to his surroundings, his thoughts tugged on each other. Was he thinking of the girl or his school work? He should be thinking of his school work. He could get any girl he wanted.

Then it hit him all of a sudden. No, it literally hit him. Devin waltz right into the closed glass door that led to the computer room. Of course, the windows weren't tinted or hidden by the curtains or blinds. They were wide open and every single head in the library heard the crash and the thud of his books and himself fall on the ground. This was great. The sophomore class president had so blindly walked right into a closed door. How could Devin let such a thing happen to himself? His face was turning red with embarrassment, but before he knew it several people came to his aid. Some of who he didn't even know. Two guys helped him pick up his backpack and place his books back, another nice looking male helped him to his feet. "Gee, thanks a lot guys," Devin readied himself again for work. He slung the backpacks over his shoulder and ran his fingers through his bangs. Bidding his courteous classmates a good bye and giving them another dear thanks, he opened the door and closed it behind himself once he knew he had entered the computer room.

It he were anyone else, would those boys have came to his aid or go out of their way to help him? Probably not. Then the next day he'd be known as the school klutz, but with his position and reputation, people would just overlook it and say that it was an accident. The sophomore class president, straight A, good natured, sports advocate, multi-talented string instrument, piano-playing, fifteen year old was awfully consumed in his thoughts and so he didn't watch where he was going. Smiling reassuringly to himself as he sat himself down before a computer, it felt nice to have people know and respect your reputation. After all, he was, infact, good natured at heart. He wouldn't outright disrespect anyone and he was a naturally outstanding leader.

Unpacking his things, he booted the desktop up and began a word document. Already reading through his text book and typing up his essays at the same time, he eyed the clock and prayed that he would be done in as little as three hours to smoothly ride through his planned schedule throughout the whole day. Attempting to clear his thoughts one more, Devin knew that his school work was his first top priority. School, his cello and piano, his student council work, sports, and then the rest of his many activities that consumed his day from sun rise to sun set.

[{Kyle-Dasha}]

For all the times, that we walked away
For all the times that I’ve heard you say

Gimmie someone to believe in
Gimmie something to believe in

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Dasha was sitting in the section of the library for schoolbooks. The fiction section was much too crowded and at first no one had wanted to get schoolbooks. Yet, as the day continued more and more students were being responsible. Idiots. At some point the librarian walked up to her. “Honey?” She didn't look up. “Dasha?” Well she couldn't very well ignore her own name. She had walked into the library so many times during the first couple school days and flashed her ID. They trusted her enough to be assured she had a free period. Not the best idea. “Don't you have some homework to do?” The woman asked. Dasha simply nodded. “Of course.” But then she looked back to her book. Dasha had already submitted herself to the fact that she would probably fail most of her classes, so why bother to even do the homework. Her daydreams came at any time, her dorm, the shower, but mostly during class. The woman sighed and walked away. Her heart went out to the girl. She just sat there for hours, not even reading. Every once and a while a boy with a strange haircut came in and tried to get her to come out, but she simply waved him away.

As she stared at her book she felt something tugged at her mind. She shook her head slightly, as if to rid it of that fact. Someone's watching you! She sighed a bit and looked up. At that moment she saw Devin walk into the glass doors. She noted the people helping him up. He must me important somehow… She reasoned. Of course, she didn't recognize him. She hardly recognized most of the people in the school, but she did know them.

Then, she started to laugh. At first, it was just a chuckle. She saw people trip, and tripped herself, but she always laughed a little. Then…she couldn't stop. She kept laughing louder and louder. She managed to cover her mouth with her arm to stifle it. Still she couldn't stop. It wasn't even that funny but it was one of those moments where you couldn't stop. Tears started to run down her cheeks as she laughed. She knew people were staring at her and she simply held one hand in front of her mouth and had another hand clutching her aching stomach.

Soon her laugh subsided into slight giggles and she gasped out a bit for air. Finally she stopped completely, just a silly smile and aching stomach was left. She whipped some tears from her cheeks and drew her knees to her chest and started to 'read' again. Before she could completely slip into her own little world two boys came up to her, the same ones that had helped Devin up.

“What the hell was that?” One of them accused.

Dasha tilted her head innocently. “What was what?”

The man rolled his eyes. “Your laughing fit. Do you even know who that is? He's a sophomore representative, cello player…a freaking child prodigy.”

Dasha shrugged. “I don't care. It was funny. Then I couldn't stop laughing, not really my fault is it? So bye.” She looked back at her book. She didn't think she was being rude, they had suddenly disrupted her and it wasn't her fault she couldn't stop laughing.

“We think you sh—“ They started but were interrupted by Dasha: “Bye.”; She said rather forcefully.
“You can't ju—“
“Bye.”
“Would you st—“
“B.Y.E.” She said firmly.

They both sighed and walked away while Dasha smirked a bit as she opened her book once again.
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[ashingliee]

You should come over,
`Cause I can tell from your eyes,
Why won`t you tell me what`s really on your mind?

Too much confusion,
You need a little more time now,
We`ve been through this before,
You know I wanna leave.

Devin could feel his fingers tap crazily on the keyboard. He was definitely on a roll, an inspirational streak of words entered his mind as he thought more and more creatively about a better way to construct his essays. They had to be enticing for a higher grade. His streak of creativity and ideas crashed when his cell phone went off in the computer room of the library. Dozens of heads turned to him. Cell phones were asked to be turned off in the library! 'I forgot all about that rule that's posted in bold right before you walk in! I'm so stupid, stupid, stupid!' Devin immediately stood up and dug out his cell phone from his pocket with haste. It was only a text message, but even that ring tone had an annoying little tune to it that grabbed everyone's attention towards him. Great.

"Sorry!" Devin timidly called out and then quickly saved what he had on the computer and ran out of the computer room, this time actually opening and closing the door behind him. He opened his iPhone and read the text message that could have sliced his reputation into halves.

'omg! can u plz get me a book to reed 4 m englis proj? tyyyy!!!'

Devin's eyes widened at the request. Couldn't Rey have just done it himself? Of course, all of his friends knew of his very tight-knit schedule. He probably knew that Devin was going to be in the library today. Devin released a silent sigh and then slid down to his bottom against the glass doors that led to the computer rooms. Reluctantly, he went on his knees and forearms. As a child just would, he began to crawl into the non-fiction section of the library. Yes, he received awkward gawks and even more quizzical stares from people in the fiction and then non-fiction section. A few people giggled and in all respect told him that he would find much more success if he would use his own two feet to get around the library. After the tenth person had told him of this, he decided to get up on his feet and received helped from two people. After thanking them and brushing himself off of the dirt from the floors, unfortunately not much could be about his pants, he continued on in the library.

He wanted to get not just any fiction book, but a fiction book that would really intrigue Rey and get him to be just a little more involved in the library if he got him a double shot or a trilogy. Spotting the same girl that caught him off guard earlier, he made his way toward her in the schoolbook section. She looked like a regular at the library and people had said that she was quite the day dreamer. Maybe she had some interesting fiction books in mind for his friend. "Hey," he said in a whisper-tone. He would have yelled it out friendlily, but he knew that they were in the library and she would understand that as well. "Do you know of any good fiction books?" he inquired of her, putting on a small polite smile and lowering his brows. Whatever book she did name he probably already read, but for now he would entrust her opinion of the book selection for his friend. Everyone always did say that Devin Johnson read boring books.

[{Kyle-Dasha}]

For all the times, that we walked away
For all the times that I’ve heard you say

Gimmie someone to believe in
Gimmie something to believe in

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A loud cell phone ring was even heard by Dasha. See, she did hear things, she just felt no need to look up. She sighed a bit. Really…really. Why did no one pay attention to the bold warning that there were no cell phones? She sighed a bit as she kept staring at the book.

She felt guilty about not doing homework. She really did. She used to be a good student and study and what not, but what was the point. Math confused her beyond all reason. Honestly she had tried to pay attention but it just went in one ear and out the other. Science? She had been good at biology but Chemistry was just like math. She had honestly started to hate both subjects. Then there were languages. She could memorize a script. She could memorize a song. She could NOT memorize a single word in another languages. History? Oh come on, that was just as bad as learning a languages. She had tried to incorporate all the subjects into songs…something she could figure out…but nothing at worked, it was still just as bad. English. English was her only salvation, the only place where she could feel at home and actually learn. Yes she hadn’t been doing her homework, but she had actually been starting to pay attention and raise her hand in class.

There was a voice, a voice that had sounded familiar. She had heard it say “thanks you guys.” Oh! The boy who had tripped and that she had laughed hysterically at. She looked up and managed to focus enough to hear his question.

She smirked. “Fiction? That is a broad topic. Fantasy? Historical fiction? Realistic fiction? Scientific fiction? Horror? Romance?” She then tilted her head. “Single book? Trilogy? Series? For you for a friend? Do you care what gender the main character is?” She instantly stood up and strode over to the fiction section, which was close. She held up her own book. “Fantasy book of short stories by Neil Gaiman. Great fantasy author. Kinda gothic. Wrote Caroline…he wrote a bunch a books.” She pulled a book off a shelf and handed it. “Twilight, romance vampire book. Trilogy.” She pulled off another. “City of Ember, kinda good sifi, part of a trilogy. Dan Brown writes a few good conspiracy books. DeVinci Code. Bad movie good book. He writes long books that are kind of complicated but still good.” She started to pile books into his hands and then onto the floor. “Ooo, The Supernatilist is good. Oh a total different subject Creech or Cabot are really good for girls. Mostly girl characters but still good. B-More Careful is kinda raw but still good. Now The Astonishing Adventures of Fan Boy and Goth Girl I thought was good.”

She turned to him and flicked a stray hair out of her eyes. “But those are just a few. I mean I could go on about Eragon or A Wind in the Door but you haven’t mentioned any specifics yet. I mean if you see something you like in the pile then feel free, if not I’m sure I could figure out something.” She smiled brightly, people had seen her rather strange display of taking out the books. She knew the librarian would be pissed at her but she didn’t care. She was caught up in the memory of all the good books.

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[ashingliee]

I say my hair is the closet I`m stuck inside,
Can`t see the light
And my heaven is a nice house in the sky,
Got central heating, and I`m going to rise.


"Any good story, really. For a friend," he was able too answer that much. The boy didn't mind whatsoever that the girl seemed to be piling books on him. Much he had already read and even some that he had never heard of and was about to check out for himself such as the Supernaturalist and B-More Careful. He was interested in the Scifi books, but then quickly remembered that this was about his friend, and he still had several pages of reports and essays to fill out in the computer room. Damn. Just his luck.

"Thank you very much, miss..." Devin referred to her as only miss rather than guessing her name and then appearing aloof. "I'll check out City of Ember for my friend. It's a very good book I'm sure he'll be interested in continuing to read," Devin bowed his head and then bent down to pick up the book from the floors and then place them back. He could do this task with ease since he had volunteered a the library many times before and now he was an expert at finding books and putting them back as well. After he was almost finished putting back the books, he kept Supernaturalist, B-More Careful and City of Ember on the floor. Then he decided that he should show his appreciation by starting a conversation with the nice girl.

"Do you come here a lot? You know a lot of books. What's your name by the way? Sorry I didn't ask for it earlier," Devin began to inquire questions and chuckled at his own apology. It was a silly thing to approach someone and expect them to help you when you didn't even know their name. Devin didn't give out his name since he had a habit of thinking that people already knew his name by his reputation.

[{Kyle-Dasha}]

For all the times, that we walked away
For all the times that I’ve heard you say

Gimmie someone to believe in
Gimmie something to believe in

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“Any good story? Not really good at specifics are you?” She smirked. She noticed his intrest in The Supernaturalist and B-More Careful. She pointed to The Supernaturalist and smirked. “I actually like that one better.”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes when he called her miss. That always weirded her out a bit, when someone called her miss. “That is a good book and a good series too. Pretty addicting to find out the end.” She nodded in agreement. She watched as he put all the books back. She was fine at taking books out and great at finding them, but for her putting them back just seemed so annoying. “Hey, I take ‘em out and you put ‘em back. We make a great team.” She chuckled lightly. He seemed to know just were everything was, yet she had honestly never seen him before around here. Still, judging by the fact Dasha barely looked up and the fact she had a horrible memory that made a ton of sense.

She smirked a little. “Yeah, I love to read and I have been coming here a lot lately actually. I just like to get lost in the maze of books and everything. So many books, so little time to read and re-read them all.” She sighed a bit, her green eyes seeming to drift to a far-away place. “Oh…sorry.” She suddenly came back to reality. She smiled and screeched out her hand. “I’m Dasha. I have no idea who you are though. Apparently you’re some genius child prodigy.” She nodded toward where the two guys were. “They sorta yelled at me for laughing hysterically at you walking into the door.” She giggled a bit at the memory, she couldn’t help it.

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[ashingliee]

You said it was love,

I said I got you, to get by.

"Well, If I were specific, then that would only decrease the possibility of me actually reading a fantastic book. I like to read all genres. Even the ones I don't like. You're bound to find a good story in all of them that you're not even looking for. If you're talking about my friend, well, don't worry about him." Devin renewed his smile and properly finished putting all of the books back. He began to talk normally in the library when Dasha did. There didn't seem to be a reason to be so quiet when none of the librarians were anywhere near their corner. The boy was a strong believer in 'Don't Judge a Book by it's Cover.' He'd pick up any book with only a decent summary or quote on the back of it. Or he would just read any book any of his friends recommended to him. He didn't always find time to read, though. It was hard finding time to read. That's why he usually staked out in the library during the summer when he was finished with his daily tasks.

He stood up straight and listened carefully to the young lady before him. He understood completely what she meant. There were just too many books in the library, in almost any library, to read and re-read them all. It seemed impossible, but he was sure that probably someone out there had done it. When he saw her so freely drift off into a daze, he instantaneously envied her for that. There was just no way Devin could have gotten away with that without getting chastised. And it was hard for Devin to just begin to drift away from reality when he had so many things bouncing off the walls in his mind. There wasn't any time to take a break and smell the flowers- or whatever. That was why he kept such an early bedtime for himself. To regain all of the lost time of relaxation and the pleasure of thinking of something more calmly throughout the day and granted it at night.

Devin looked down at Dasha's hand and then shook it. "I'm Devin Johnson." He said without any thought process. He didn't want to make himself sound too full of himself in front of her. All he tried to do was help the school out and others as much as he good to get great referrals to colleges. He loved every minute of it though and loved to take it one step further each time. He chuckled when she mentioned a few males attempted to give her a good talking to when he had so mindlessly walked into a glass door. Looking back on it now, he wouldn't be able to stop laughing at himself. And later when he would tell his siblings, they would make fun of him as well. "Oh, don't worry about that, Dasha. I was a dunce! Walking right into a door. You can laugh, but on the contrary, when you walk into a door, I'll be laughing at you, too, if you don't mind." It was silly deal to make and he knew it. But only a playful one. It meant no harm. And he wouldn't mind neither no or yes to the unspoken rule that would be between them from here on out. Looking down at her expectantly, he raised a brow, but kept his toothy smile on his face.

[{Kyle-Dasha}]

For all the times, that we walked away
For all the times that I’ve heard you say

Gimmie someone to believe in
Gimmie something to believe in

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She opened his mouth then closed it. She thought for a moment and you could almost see the gears turning in her mind. Dasha was an accepting person, she was pretty open to new people and foods and such. Yet, she always had her comfort foods and liked to be surrounded by the comfort foods. She titled her head. "That is a good point. That is a very good point. That is such a good point I can't think of anything to say to that." She chuckled lightly. She did like to just pick up a book, read the blurb and then just open it up. Most of the time it really was a good book. "Still, it would have helped me to find a book for you….well your friend." She smirked a bit. "But I guess you're right, specifics can be the death of luck, the luck of finding a good book."

She looked at an envious look. "Are you alight?" Normally when she spaced out people were pissed. They were angry at her because the thought she felt their conversation wasn't important. That wasn't necessary true. She day dreamed and used that for a point of reference. Although they would hate to admit it sometimes she did bring up important/interesting points during the conversation. But still, envy? Who would want the power to slip in and out of a conversation? She titled her head a bit. He seemed like an interesting person, yet different from her. He seemed very accepting of everything, but also very…busy. There was no other way to describe it. His purposeful stride, his purposeful, aura. Even last year Dasha was never busy, she was always relaxed. She managed good grades and did the things she always wanted to do. Yet Devin seemed like he had too much on his plate. No matter how busy Dasha was, no matter how many projects were due she would always find time for day dreaming, it was just the way she was.

She smiled. "Not to meet you Devin." She then broke into a broad smile. "Oh you don't have to worry about that Devin. The day that I bump into a door, which I'll probably do very soon, I will call you up and we can both laugh about it. If you can't laugh at yourself, what can you do?" Dasha fell. Dasha fell frequently. Some would call it being a kluz, some could call it a gift and some could call it a certain about of skill. Whatever it was Dasha managed to trip and slip in ways that other people could never imagine. Yet every single time she would laugh. Some said this had to do with the brainwashing of physical comedy but Dasha begged to differ. She laughed at herself because she did something stupid and she realized that.

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