memories, leaving me;; simeon! *COMPLETE!*

[scarlett neveah vayro]

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School wasn’t something easy, not for teenagers and not for older people either. Waking up early was always a struggle to humans, unless you were one of those weird people who loved waking up early and watching the sunrise while doing some yoga or something. Scarlett was never a morning person, but when she had been given a task to do some morning photography, she had soon fell in love with the mornings, because it was pretty; the sun just glistened out long rays of sunshine and it was beautiful. Ever since that task she had suddenly become a morning person, maybe that was where her annoying attitude came from? She was always perky, in the morning along with a cup of coffee. Happiness was a good thing to spread around anyway, as long as it was with her. She was used to always being the sunshine spreader, because she loved making people smile, but she soon came to realize that she also annoyed people; that for some reason made her happy too because annoying people made her seem evil somehow; and she had a sort of interest in evil people.

Walking around school with her Nikon camera strapped around her neck, she hummed to herself, looking in at classroom to classroom, in search of a lonely person so that she could annoy, well talk, to them. She wasn’t someone who was used to being alone, but she was sort of early anyway. She had been walking around the courtyard in the Academy since eight in the morning and right now it wasn’t even nine yet, she never had a watch with her but she knew by the amount of people walking around in the school. It was easy to know the time by then, by the time there was only fifteen minutes left until nine, there was always double the people there was now in the courtyard entering the Academy. She easily made friends with people in the morning, maybe it was only because they wanted her to go away because she was easily annoying, but she didn’t like to think of it in that way. Scarlett sort of did have a very complicated mind.

Taking a left and walking down another corridor, she took a few pictures here and there halfheartedly, sometimes her muse left her and she didn’t think anything was worthy of being photographed, but at other times she had enough muse that there had to be someone next to her to contain her. She smiled as she finally saw a living person, there was a guy in the classroom, his hands were moving but she was too far to see what he was doing, and she was in the wrong angle too. She sighed, there was something familiar about him though, he seemed really familiar and she wondered who it could be. Waiting at the door for a few seconds quietly, she shrugged her shoulders. Walking into the classroom, trying to be as quiet as possible so to not disturb the guy, she stopped at the desk in front of him and sat down. “Hey there! How are you this fine morning? What are you up to huh?” She smiled wide, her camera in her hand, ready in case he took a swipe at her.

tagged// simeon!
word count// five hundred and fifty!
thoughts// ok, horrible start >< sorry!

[simeon bradley parker]

Morning person? What a laughable concept. The only reason Simeon wasn't dead to the world right now was because of seriously messed up sleeping patterns. He'd partied hard over the weekend, had to pull an all-nighter to finish up a project at the last minute, then skipped all of his classes the next day to catch up on sleep. As a result, he hadn't been able to sleep much last night and had woken up at an ungodly hour this morning. Not surprisingly, Simeon had found himself in a pretty foul mood. Coffee would have helped, but because it was so damn early he'd had to make it himself instead of going out, which had proved... eventful. Morning coffee in an outdoor cafe with some quiet, uninterrupted people-watching always put him in a good mood. Low quality drip coffee, sipped alone in a dark apartment, was hardly cheering.

Simeon had paced restlessly most of the morning, unable to commit to any activity. His stack of books got halfway put away, his dishes half washed. For a moment he even considered going back to bed. It was still dark outside, but he was fully awake now. Eventually he gave up and headed for the academy, figuring that in a different setting he might actually be able to get something done. The metro brought him very close, and he walked the rest of the way. Classes wouldn't start for hours, but he had some work that had to be done from his missed day yesterday. Actually, there were some due dates he had missed and should probably attend to. It was a miracle that he was keeping up with his studies at all. More than once he'd considered dropping out, but the thought of wasting all of that money had dissuaded him thus far.

By the time he got to the academy, all ambition had left him. Exasperated, Simeon let himself in to an empty classroom and sat down with his notebook. Now everything fell into place. His restlessness vanished, thoughts focused. His pen glided across the paper as if it was under its own power. His expression became calm; serene, even. Simeon wrote about the world, he wrote short narratives about his life, he wrote poetry. None of it was fluffy and light-hearted. In fact, most people would consider his writing dark or heavy. Simeon didn't see it that way, though. He was completely relaxed, and always felt better having put his thoughts onto paper. Really, it was excellent stress-relief, it just hadn't been powerful enough to bring him under control as a teenager. He should have been attending to his workload, but Simeon lacked the discipline to accomplish menial tasks voluntarily.

Pausing in his writing, Simeon looked out the window and was surprised to see that the world had come to life. People walked through the courtyard, he could hear the increase in motor traffic, and it was actually quite light. A glance at his watch told him he still had time to kill, so he tuned out the world once again and returned his attention to the page on the desk before him.

He would have continued quite happily until people started entering the room, probably ending up late for his first class in the process. He was jerked away from this possibility quite suddenly, however, when a cheery little pixie broke in to his thoughts. He jumped a little, startled to see someone sitting in front of him with a bulky camera in her hands. He blinked when the stream of words came at him, still too surprised to get annoyed. What the Hell? Simeon reflexively snapped his notebook shut, not taking his eyes off the girl. ”What? Do I know you?” Now irritation began to color his words, creeping into his expression in the form of a frown and furrowed brow. He leaned away from her, sitting back in his chair. ”My morning was decent... until I got ambushed by a third grader in an adult's body.”

[scarlett neveah vayro]

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As soon as she had sat down and saw who the boy sitting down was, she instantly knew who he was. Simeon Parker; she didn’t know much about him but only that he was twenty-one years old and was in the writing department. He was a piece of hot stuff too, she knew that and every other girl knew that, but she knew slightly more. He was different to most guys and it was amusing for her to watch him treat people the way he did. Not that Scarlett spent most of her free time watching him, sometimes he’d just bet here and she would casually observe him. She was a social girl and all she had to do was ask a few questions here and there, no one would really question her, and bam! She’d have her answers, apparently Mr Parker wasn’t much of a nice guy, but she didn’t care about that, Scarlett didn’t care much if people didn’t like her or not, sure at times she was sensitive but she could blame it all on the female hormones that spun around in her body. It didn’t seem though that a lot of people knew about Simeon, especially Scarlett and she was ready to change the entire thing, she wasn’t used to not knowing people and Simeon seemed like an interesting person to get to know.

The first thing she noticed when she began to speak and when he acknowledged her presence was that he shut his book pretty quick. That made her raises an eyebrow. Could it be something secretive, like a diary? Scarlett was a very inquisitive girl; she liked to stick her nose in things that she had no business sticking into, but she didn’t care; one way or another she’d find out everything that she wanted to find out. But she smiled when he jumped up, she had definitely broken into a train of thoughts that he was on at that moment otherwise he wouldn’t have reacted like that. Scarlett knew how people reacted a lot, she saw it in herself as well as everyone else, and it was funny to see them just suddenly jump up in fright, or twitch their nose at something that they didn’t like. The only difference was that every single person had a different characteristic, a trait that made him or her all unique on their own. She held his gaze as he didn’t take his own eyes off of her, and smirked at him, head tilted to the side as she focused on him and began to wonder about what he was thinking.

It was easy to make first impressions pretty quickly, she knew from a lot of people that the first impressions he made was a big impact, but not because she was charming but because she was annoying, but then again, Scarlett would have been liked to be known as annoying than anything else or even nothing at all. She smiled at his first question and could hear the hint of irritation behind his few words, for some reason that made her smile widen a bit more; it was just funny for her, to see how different people perceived her. “No, no you don’t. Scarlett by the way, though I think that you don’t really care right? I can see it by the way you’re looking at me, everyone gives me those looks.” She waved her hand at him, shaking her head for a second before settling on a smile once more. Faking a gasp, she shrugged her shoulders. “Horrible isn’t it? I mean, I never knew how some of the people in this Academy even got in, they’re all very weird.” Looking down at his book, she slid down from the table into the chair and sat facing him. “So what were you writing huh? You shut your book pretty fast when I came in.”

tagged// simeon!
word count// six hundred and fifty one!
thoughts// c:

[simeon bradley parker]

For a brief moment, Simeon wondered if he'd suddenly died and entered his own personal Hell. Who was this person singling him out, and more importantly: why? Simeon hastily pushed the thought aside. This was obviously just someone's boredom and immaturity conspiring against him when he was vulnerable. What could he do to make it stop? Well, for a start, not let the annoyance get to him. Simeon let the frown drop from his expression, replacing it with a smug smirk. He didn't have anything to be smug about, but at some point it had become his default expression.

”Scarlett.” He studied her face as he said it, trying to determine if he recognized her. It was a pointless action; Simeon didn't forget faces and names. He didn't know her, she had said as much, but then he didn't know a lot of people. He knew of a lot of people, but didn't know them personally. Simeon was an observer; he stayed at a distance, laughing at and judging the human race freely. It was a perfect situation, in his opinion, because it allowed him to gather a lot of information without having to reciprocate. He certainly didn't know Scarlett, although he had seen her around the academy. Right now he was rapidly forming a first impression, and it wasn't very flattering. Everyone gave her those looks? Well, it was because she was annoying as hell. And no, he didn't particularly care about learning her name, because he had no intention of getting to know her. Scarlett, though, had other ideas.

He didn't laugh at her attempt at humor, merely quirking an eyebrow up. ”I'm Simeon...” he said resignedly, letting the word trail away slightly, as if hoping that she'd realize that he was not the person she wanted to talk to. Like there had been some mix up, and now that she realized she had the wrong guy, she would vanish. Poof. Anything? No. Damn, that had been his only escape strategy. Instead of leaving, the girl just settled in further and wanted to continue the conversation. ”I'm a writer... it's what I do.” He was, of course, referring to his area of study rather than his occupation. Simeon was also aware that he hadn't answered her question. She had asked what, not why. But Simeon liked being difficult. His face settled back into smugness. ”I don't really like people having free access to my stuff... especially when they seem to be off their meds. Lose your Ritalin or something?” The jabs came effortlessly, almost unconsciously. He was still holding on to the hope that he'd be able to drive her away, but being caught off guard like he had meant he wasn't exactly at the top of his game. He resisted the urge to cross his arms across his chest, leaving them extended with wrists resting on the desk. He was ready to defend his notebook from prying eyes, but he didn't really expect her to snag his notebook.

Would he be crushed if someone got a hold of it? No, not really. Simeon wasn't stupid enough to set himself up to be put in that kind of position. He was a writing student, so by definition he couldn't be self-conscious about his work. He was just... extremely possessive of his belongings.

[scarlett neveah vayro]

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Even though she knew that if someone came up to her just like the way she came up to them, she would have been annoyed, Scarlett never really tried to stop herself, there was just some sort of impulse to go speak to a person whom you had never met before and it was fun to do so. Figuring stuff out about a person made her happy for no apparent reason, it was just really the feeling of getting close to someone, wasn’t it? A lot of people did just that because friends meant a lot in life. Though she knew she would never really be able to become friends with a guy like the one in sitting in front of her, though she would try her best. She nodded her head eagerly, like a little puppy as he repeated her name once. She wasn’t sure what to make out of him when he said her name, but a lot of people did that, some people even said it twice, but the way Simeon said it made her want to scrunch up her own nose and just wonder what was going through that weird mind of his. She had seen this guy around, knew his name, but she knew that he definitely didn’t know her, but she also knew that after their meeting this meeting, he was sure to remember her and would never forget either. Scarlett really wasn’t a forgettable person.

She wasn’t expecting him to laugh at all with what she said, he just seemed like the type of guy that had a straight face even if someone slipped on a banana peel in front of him or something. “Simeon, I already know, I’ve seen you around, and you don’t make friends too easily do you?” She wasn’t going to go away soon, at least not until the bells rang, this was really the only guy who seemed interesting out of most of the boys in the Academy and she wanted to know a lot about him, he already seemed to have riled up an interest in Scarlett even without meaning to. She smiled at his sentence and nodded her head. “Could tell by the little notebook, I’m an artist, not painter but photographer.” She picked up her camera and shook it in front of him a little, twisting the little knob on the top of it. The lens opened and she could see his face through the little hole, she waited a few seconds before randomly taking a picture of him. Looking back on it after it had been taken she raised an eyebrow. “You seem to be very photogenic.” But she didn’t move forward to show him the picture she had taken; he could ask her if he wanted to see it. Rolling her eyes at the little jabs that he made, she sighed. She was used to those kinds of things too, it was amusing and funny the first few times but now it just got boring. “Fine, fine, I know when I’m not wanted in the prying area. Not really, they’re in my bag at the moment, I already took some, maybe I need something stronger? Do you think I need something stronger? A lot of people said I should change doctor’s too…” Her eyebrows narrowed together, as if she were serous about the entire thing.

tagged// simeon!
word count// five hundred and sixty two!
thoughts// c:

[simeon bradley parker]

Despite the smirk gracing his face, Simeon's eyes were stony. He was vaguely irritated, and his brain wasn't operating at full capacity due to his screwed up sleeping patterns as of late. Even so, he was more bewildered than anything. The chick claimed to know who he was, and had made an effort to seek him out or at least seize the chance to talk to him. But.... why? Was she so twisted and annoying that she enjoyed antagonizing people? Did something about his reputation make him stand out as a target? He would have thought, with the amount of grief he gave people, that the majority of the public would avoid him if they recognized him. That's the way he had planned things, anyway. To think that there were people out there who would seek him out just to bother him? It was truly frightening. At the same time, no real damage was being done. Scarlett was occupying time that would otherwise have been spent writing, but it really didn't matter. Simeon had plenty of time to write at this school. If he wasn't careful, he might even get sick of it. And really, he was a little fascinated by this stranger who seemed so fascinated with him.

Something else she had said bothered him, though. ”I don't have trouble doing anything. I choose to not have friends. There's a fundamental difference.” Saying that he didn't make friends easily made him sound like a lonely, pathetic child. Could he make friends if he wanted to? Simeon didn't even know the answer to that question anymore. He had spent his entire life perfecting the art of alienating people. After 21 years of that he wasn't really sure if he was capable of not being a dick. Sure, for short periods of time he could be charming and considerate, but as soon as he got whatever he wanted the act was dropped. When was the last time he had legitimately cared about another person? His thoughts flashed briefly to Heloise, who was probably the closest thing he had to a friend. But no, that wasn't right. He didn't care about her, and would probably make a greater effort to keep things from her than the average person because she was he type to turn on him at the drop of a hat. Just as he would to her. Okay, so maybe what he'd said had been a partial lie. He did choose to not have friends, but now he wasn't sure how much of that was a choice anymore. It didn't matter; Simeon didn't expect to turn into a social butterfly anytime soon.

An artist. Of course she was. They were all a little loony, weren't they? Eccentricity made them successful, supposedly, but it didn't make it any less aggravating. ”I guessed as much,” he said, referring to the camera in her hands. Just as he finished speaking he heard the shutter click. It wasn't bright enough in the room for the camera to operate without a flash, so in an instant there was a blinding burst of light. Simeon brought a hand up to cover his eyes rapidly, but of course it was too late. ”What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He blinked, rubbing at his eyes with one hand. Once his pupils stopped seizing, he dropped his hand back down to the desk and glared at Scarlett. Judging from her comment, she had caught him with the surprised expression that had immediately preceded the squinting, jerking one. ”Yes, you absolutely do need something stronger,” he growled, knowing full well that she had been joking. His own words were sincere though.

Simeon didn't like being surprised, blinded, annoyed, and patronized. Scarlett, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying doing the surprising, blinding, annoying, and patronizing. Immensely. A tragic “why me?” sounded in his head. Simeon allowed himself five seconds to feel sorry for himself, then shooed the thought away. His face changed, going from a glare to a hard, impassive stare. ”I am not going to be your friend. Why are you even here?” He spoke very clearly, keeping all emotion out of his tone.

[scarlett neveah vayro]

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Ideas ran through her head as she watched Simeon interpret everything about her, she found it funny how people became so easily annoyed just by single words being spoken or just by a happy person, it was as if Simeon was never happy or something, couldn’t he just play along for once? She didn’t like people like that, sure he may have been creative, the fact that he was a writer told her that, but he wasn’t as creative as many other people were. He seemed to have a closed mind instead of having an open one; he didn’t seem to think a lot, his words just came out. These were the impressions that she was currently receiving from him, he really was annoying, and he actually thought she was? It was difficult enough to maintain a conversation with this guy, let alone an actual friendship. She was actually fascinated by the guy, she wanted to know what made him the way he was, it was always an interesting story; peoples back stories tended to make them the person that they were in the present and because he was a sort of asshole she wanted to know what was the turning event in his life that made him that way; she was sure it was going to be interesting...she was hopeful at least.

Raising an eyebrow at the boy, she shrugged her shoulders. It was obvious he couldn’t just take what she had said; he would have to reply back. It was just like that with Scarlett, but the difference was that she’d speak in a lecturing manner instead of keeping to short, simple sentences; she just liked to speak a lot because it filled the silence more and it gave people a lot to reply to. “You choose not to have friends? Why not? I mean people are nice you know, you can’t be antisocial for the rest of your life. I promise you won’t meet many people like me, but come on; you must have at least a few friends right? You can’t just be all alone all the time, it’ll just make you seem like a boring stuck up.” She shook her head, her hands moving along with her as she spoke, dramatising the littlest things that she could. She was always doing things like that, she just wanted to get her points across though but she had no idea how Simeon would react to her words, he already did seem like a bring stuck up and that was why she had chosen those words, she didn’t think that he would change at all, he just didn’t seem like the type of person to change because a person told him to.

She knew what most of the people thought about artists, and it wasn’t helping when she did act like a sort of loony anyway, it just confirmed everyone else’s thoughts about artists. She didn’t like the way people perceived artists, not all people were as loony as her anyway. She rolled her eyes at his answer. “Oh? What gave it away?” She was eager to get this guy speaking as much as she could, she had no idea why but it was amusing to her to just annoy him, he seemed to not like her anyway. “Nothing really, like you said, I must have forgotten to take my dose of Ritalin this morning.” She just smiled at him, pushing her big glasses upwards so that they settled on her face more. She laughed at the picture for a few seconds before looking back up at the boy, she shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe you should come to my next doctor’s appointment with me and tell the doctor’s everything you find wrong with me? It’ll probably help everyone.” She smiled again, letting out a little snicker; there really was nothing wrong with her. Why was it so weird to act hyper for?

Leaning back against the table behind her, she rolled her eyes at his question. She wasn’t going to be friends with him, it was obvious right from the start because of the way he acted towards her but she liked annoying him and maybe he could get used to her annoyingness? She shrugged her shoulders. “I wanted someone to talk to that is not a crime alright? God, learn to lighten up a little, will you?” She rolled her eyes at him, looking out of the window for a second before looking back at him, her annoyed tone escaped from her voice. “Anyway, you’ll get used to me barging in to your life. So I thought I might as well show you what kind of ride you’re in for.”

tagged// simeon!
word count// seven hundred and eighty three!
thoughts// c:

[simeon bradley parker]

Simeon could be happy. He spent the vast majority of his time in a state of smug self-satisfaction. However... he was easily annoyed, impatient, and moody. Default emotion, though, was happy. Right now happiness was far from his mind. His aggravation was spurring him to his usual course of action when the situation was getting out of his control: shutting down. People and their bullshit were effectively closed out, unable to influence him. It wasn't just a matter of controlling his reaction, it consisted of reaffirming his apathy toward just about everything in life and applying it to the current situation. Thus, by the time Scarlett launched into her merry little lecture on the magic of friendship, Simeon was far from caring. He was detached from the conversation, as if observing from a distance. This observation led to a few realizations. One was that Scarlett was a very self-assured person. It would be difficult to keep her away from him if she decided that's what she wanted to do. The other was that she wasn't under any false impressions about just how annoying she was. How could she see it as a good thing, though?

Her assumption about him was right. Simeon wasn't going to retain anything she had just said about friends apart from the random observations he'd made about her character. He just watched her animated way of speaking until she had come to a conclusion of sorts. ”Who are you to tell me what I can or can't do?” His tone was mild, but there was a hardness in his eyes that belied his tone. Simeon liked to have the last word, to challenge everything anyone said to him.

”Well, your apparent insanity, for a start. That could be blamed on some head trauma from your childhood, though. That camera kind of affirmed the assumption.” The amount of sarcasm she was spewing in his subject was amusing. Simeon used sarcasm in a much more biting way. To her it was just fun, apparently. He smirked at her suggestion. If he had to list everything that was wrong with her they'd be at the doctor's all day.

Simeon was no stranger to taking advantage of people because you were bored. What he wasn't used to, though, was being on the receiving end of the abuse. If he wanted something to do, he would go find some poor schmuck and single him out, taking advantage of the common courtesy most people showed to strangers. Otherwise he just passed the time by people-watching. He could understand Scarlett's motivations, then, he just wasn't too happy about them. No, it wasn't a crime, it was just ridiculously annoying. He looked up at the ceiling, wondering if it was worth abandoning his atheism to pray to some god to take this pest away from him. Of course Simeon was an atheist. He was too much of a cynic to think that there was a benevolent presence watching over the world. He subscribed to the “Life sucks. Then you die,” school of thought. In the end he decided it wasn't worth it. He was on his own in this; nobody was going to deliver him from the evil that was Scarlett.

”Oh, so this is going to be an ongoing thing, then? Yeah no. I don't think so. As soon as that bell rings you are a stranger to me.” What could possibly be compelling her to think that this was an appropriate use of her time? It wasn't going to accomplish anything. Simeon despised humanity, some members more than others. He wasn't going to warm up to anyone, nor get to know them. And he meant every word of what he had said. Simeon was fully aware of the kind of person he was, and he had no problem with it. In fact, he loved who he was and how he acted. But, he couldn't think of a single quality that would endear him in the eyes of another person. Scarlett just had to catch him in a bad mood one of these days to realize that it was a waste of time.

[scarlett neveah vayro]

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She didn’t love to cause irritation and displeasure for people, it just happened because of her annoying nature. It wasn’t as if she could reel it in, if she did then there would be no spark to her personality, there wouldn’t be people who disliked her and people who liked her and what fun was life without having a few haters in it? A lot of people disliked her, it was obvious but to her, those people had boring lives. It was as if they didn’t want the enthusiasm and optimism that she brought with her and that was ridiculous. She knew just how annoying she could get too, but there were more people like her too and they had a lot of people who liked them. Maybe Scarlett took things a bit too far…? But who cared, she was having fun and in her eyes, her having fun was the number one thing for her to live in this world. Who cared if Simeon was getting annoyed, he would pretty much have to deal with her sooner or later and the sooner he did so, the better it would be for their upcoming friendship, or whatever he wanted to call their relationship.

Raising an eyebrow at him with a smirk plastered on her face, she felt like laughing as much as she could because she really was no one to him. But to her, it was just funny seeing him getting annoyed with her, it was as if he were trying to tone himself down but his expression gave it away. She was just about to reach forward to hold his nose and shake it around a little, but she didn’t, if she did then maybe it would be taking things a bit too far; the urge to do it though was just very overwhelming. In the end she decided to hold onto her camera and give an answer finally. “I am Scarlett, I thought that much was decided.” Arching both her eyebrows she let out a laugh and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not telling you what to do, I’m just making you imagine a future where you will be known as a boring stuck up.” Holding in another laugh she nodded her head and picked up her camera, “Darn, the camera gives everything away.” She decided to ignore the comment about a head trauma, everyone always thought that something like that must have happened to her because of the way she acted; she didn’t care, people could assume what they wanted about her so long as she knew the truth.

Keeping a small distance between herself and Simeon, she suppressed another laughter in, aw; the poor boy actually thought that she was going to leave him alone! It was cute, but what he didn’t know that once Scarlett liked a person and wanted to get to know them, she would do her best to keep in contact with them and find out a lot of things about the specific person, it was probably going to be upsetting for Simeon when he finally realized that Scarlett had chosen him for the next few months. She nodded her head, “Alright, if you say so buddy, I’ll be a stranger to you but you won’t be to me.”

tagged// simeon!
word count// five hundred and forty seven!
thoughts// c:

[simeon bradley parker]

This was clearly going to be an uphill battle. Scarlett was just too satisfied with herself for Simeon to do anything at the moment. God, he hated self-confident people. They were no fun at all. It was nearly impossible to get them to doubt themselves, and if they were impervious to his attacks then they wouldn't see a need to stay away from him. Most people did by choice, and those that lingered a little too long were easily driven away. Something was different with this one, though. Well, he'd just have to try a different method. Although... This girl had singled him out precisely because he was abrasive, and known for it. Did she think that this was going to be some challenge to be overcome by persistence? Not likely. Simeon couldn't see himself warming up to anybody that reminded him that much of a talking squirrel. He didn't even warm up to normal people. In any case, he wouldn't let himself worry about it. Indeed, he'd probably completely forget about this encounter until the next time she sprang up. Out of nowhere. In a blinding flash of light. God, he truly hoped this would be a one-time thing.

That she was drawing amusement out of this entire ordeal was just grating on his nerves even more. Oh, how he longed for those bygone days when all of his problems could be solved by pushing the other kids to the ground... then evading the preschool teacher... and pitching a fit when he was caught. Ah, the good old days. However, things couldn't be fixed so easily anymore. He'd end up with charges pressed against him if he were to act violently against someone now. It was never exactly smiled upon when he was a toddler, either. ”Frankly, I don't give a damn what people make of me, so your lecture falls on deaf ears. I can't say I even appreciate the sentiment.” Simeon didn't like being told what to do, but he hated people trying to help him more than anything. Her little bit of advice would go wholly unheeded; it didn't do much good telling a person who held a general dislike of other people about the magic of friendship. They were not fun, or trustworthy, or worth his time. Nobody was. Besides, Scarlet obviously didn't care what people thought of her, and was happy enough with her situation in life to not want to change. The exact same went for Simeon: he was satisfied with himself and his life. So what was the problem?

Meddling. Meddling was the problem. She didn't have the power to influence him, but it didn't make it any less annoying. Nobody could tell him what he should or should not be doing. He had managed on his own for the majority of his life; nobody had any right to start taking interest in his life now. Self righteous anger sparked in him, but he didn't bother letting it grow. It would be futile, and he didn't want to give Scarlett the satisfaction. This was why he was so much happier staying away from people. It seemed that whenever he was around them he had to be at the top of his game, always on guard, always at odds. The fact that he unconsciously created that situation for himself went undetected. At the preset, he wasn't feeling like throwing all of his energy into this. He told himself it wasn't worth it, but at another time he would have been snappily fighting back. Whether it would ave done any good remained to be seen. Now, Simeon just shrugged. ”Suit yourself, but don't be surprised if this whole things ends in sad, painful disappointment. In fact, you should expect that because that is exactly what I'm going to be working toward.”

[scarlett neveah vayro]

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If Scarlett remained her old self, the self that wouldn’t talk to many people or stayed away from any form of social contact, she wouldn’t be having any fun at all. She would be her boring self, just stuck in a corner taking photographs of random people and wishing to be someone who she was never going to be. But now? Now she was the person who she never thought of being, she was someone who could speak to people openly, someone who played around with boys, and someone who was just friendly and outgoing. It was sort of awkward to see her in that light because never in her life had she actually thought she’d become a person like this. People knew her because she liked to speak to them; she liked to find out about them. Her inquisitive nature was probably slightly annoying for people but this was how she was now and she knew she wouldn’t change herself anymore. She had enough teasing and trauma in the past to not ever want to go back into the mind-set of a shy, twelve-year-old girl.

So who cared if she was annoying now? There was no way that she would change ever again, this was who she was and this was how she was going to stay she was adamant on that. She rolled her eyes at Simeon, he really was a difficult character to understand but Scarlett wasn’t going to try and understand him anymore, what was the point? It was obvious he would just get annoyed and try to evade her at every possible moment. “Awww, that makes me so sad, but whatever. Don’t appreciate it then, you sir are a horrible person…not that you care what I think right?” She was slowly starting to understand what kind of a guy Simeon was, well not now since she already knew what type of person he was a few moments ago. He was slightly annoying now too, it was as if he were a person trying to pull her down from her high because he was a pessimistic git and that was annoying.

Though she was sure that there was a different side to Simeon, after all, everyone had different sides. Everyone liked to act differently with one person and then another way with another; it depended on how much a person liked someone else. Take Scarlett for example, if she liked someone she would act friendly with him, laugh with them and be plain old silly but if she was in the presence of someone whom she didn’t like, she would act distant, maybe slightly less friendly and colder. So far she was being nice to Simeon, because she was testing out the waters, she already knew how he perceived her but hopefully it could change; she was steadfast to change his perception of her. “That’s fine with me then dear, I shall prepare myself for a happy and loving friendship from you, don’t worry, you’ll be happy with me ok? I’ll be working towards making you bitter and disappointed when you can’t get rid of me baby.” She smirked at the idea; this was going to be fun.

tagged// simeon!
word count// five hundred and thirty two!
thoughts// c: