You can have him (Adaryn)

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise sat cross-legged on top of one of the table in the corner of the student lounge. She had pushed the table against the wall so she could lean back against it while she worked. All around her there were sketches, fabric swatches, pencils and pens, in heaps piles and with no sense of organization. The blonde had come to realize that she wasn't ready to apply to fashion school. She hadn't really found herself. She hand't been in one place long enough to ever really make friends or call a place home. She didn't really have any one thing she loved, beside her clothes. She didn't know who she was and it was kind of throwing her into crisis mode.

But Eloise's version of crisis mode was very different from the average individuals. It meant sleeping weird hours during the day and getting up around 7, so she could eat, shower, and come to the student lounge and create away while it was less crowded and the rest of the school was doing their homework. She would create outfit upon outfit, design full collections. But she was never happy with what she did. She wore baggy grey sweatpants, a simple white tank top, and her hair was thrown into a high messy bun - and anyone who really knew Eloise would know that this meant she wasn't quite right.

But the person that would come to her tonight wouldn't quite know her to begin with. Adaryn Breslin was a sweet girl, with obviously good intentions. They had been partnered up in powers class until she was taken out for private training. Eloise had managed to learn a little bit about her, but there was no way Adaryn knew much about Eloise. (Nobody knew much about Eloise. Maybe that was the start of the problem)

Eloise was pretty sure she was mostly alone in the lounge, aside from some stragglers playing pool, and a small group of kids huddled around the TV for Tuesday night sitcoms. So she hummed to herself quietly as she flipped through pages of her sketchbook, moved things around, colored things in. She didn't even notice the shy brunette approaching.

[Adaryn Breslin]

Adaryn wasn't the girl to hang out in the students lounge. There were too many raging hormones and differing emotions for her to handle. Yes, she was taught to use a shield, but that didn't seem to work in the presence of more than ten, it seemed. But today, she noticed that it was pretty quiet, aside from the few that were really there. She also noticed a familiar blonde sitting on a table in the back of the lounge. This piqued her curiosity.

Knowing the girl would lash out at her probably was what propelled her forward in speaking to her, that and maybe the job seemed to be helping, too. She wasn't people oriented in the slightest, but it caused her less anxiety to speak to someone than prior to her employment.

She was sketching something, and despite the fact that Adaryn wanted to know what, she knew better than to really ask unless the topic was brought up. Instead, she quietly spoke up. "Eloise?"

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise was in a sort of trance, for once. Lost in her own thoughts, for once. It wasn't often that she was able to remove herself completely from the thoughts that mingled in the atmosphere. Sure, she could put a mental block up in the blink of an eye, but it took concentration. Concentration that would be taken away from whatever she was working on. Tonight was a bit different.

Until she heard her name. Eloise's head snapped up, slightly frightened, eyes wide. "Oh god, Adaryn," She said letting out a breath, and putting her hand to her chest. "Merde, you scared me," she added, letting some French out in the moment(To which she almost said, 'Pardon my French', but decided it was stupid and shook the idea out of her mind).

"Sorry... I was just... when I'm... sorry hi," Eloise said collecting herself, realizing how difficult it would be to explain why she had become so weirdly scared by someone calling her name. When Eloise managed to escape into her own world, being pulled out of it was very sudden, and often drastic. "What's up?" she asked, tucking a blond lock that fell from her bun behind her ear, not bothering to read the girls mind and find out on her own. She had been doing so good at removing herself that night that she didn't want to start now.

[Adaryn Breslin]

Instead of jumping back at the girl's reaction, Adaryn surprised herself by smiling. She smiled because she knew what it was like to get so caught up in drawing or just being in her own world that nothing ever seemed to be worth the attention, and she would just... fade away. It seemed like that was what Eloise had done.

"Sorry," Adaryn apologized, shifting from one foot to another. "No need to explain yourself. A girl plus a sketchbook can equal a lot of zoning out." Addie didn't know the extent of the Senior's powers, so she didn't know how hard it was to do such a thing as 'zone' out.

"Oh, uh," She seemed to stutter at the question of 'what's up', and tried to come up with anything to say to that. Because why was Adaryn there? To cling to somebody she knew, even though she didn't know her well? No. "Uh, What are you drawing there?" Adaryn wanted to face plant. She was an idiot.

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise glanced down at her sketchbook, not even realizing how much work she had managed to get done until Adaryn asked about it. "Oh..." she started, nobody ever asked much about her drawings, "I'm working on a summer collection... clothes," she added, in case it wasn't inherently obvious. She realized, though, that Adaryn has eyes and could have figured it out. She felt kind of dumb for pointing it out.

"This is what I do when the man isn't holding me in a cellblock disguised as a classroom," Eloise added with a little smile, turning her sketchbook toward Adaryn so she could see better. "It's inspired by Greece and water and warm things - mostly because I hate that it's still cold up here." Eloise tucked a stray hair behind her ear as she explained, pointing to the flowey blue dress and the orange romper in turn. "It's... a work in progress," Eloise noted, still not 100% satisfied with her drawings, but much happier with how they looked than the initial sketches that existed on the previous pages. Those she may not have been so willing to share.

She was sure that Adaryn hadn't come over just to look at the sketches. But she wasn't sure why she did, and nothing she was thinking seemed to give the reason outright. There was a lot of thinking happening for such a little, shy girl. Eloise wanted to assure her that she wasn't an idiot, but felt like it may come across like she was intruding on her thoughts... which she was... Eloise made the mental note to stop getting in everyone's business and keep her wall up.

[Adaryn Breslin]

"That's beautiful," Adaryn said quietly to the girl's drawings. Adaryn personally favored landscape art and portrait art over fashion, though she supposed portrait could be somewhat of the same thing in respects to the clothing. However, the blonde had created her own designs which was more difficult, in Addie's eyes, to accomplish and was very much a respectable thing.

"I'm more for working with still life and I'm not too fashion-oriented, so..." Adaryn gave the blonde a sheepish smile, rolling her heels against the floor. Why did she come up to Eloise? It was obvious she wasn't really there for any specific reason, other than to just be there. But you couldn't just 'be there'. There had to be conversation dictating the encounter.

Suddenly, as if she didn't expect to ask, she said, "How are you and Monroe getting along?" Crap.

[Eloise Eaton]

"Thanks," Eloise said sheepishly, as she tucked her sketches away again, closing the notebook, and holding it to her chest, knowing she wouldn't really be able to work while she was having a conversation. It wasn't that she didn't want to or physically couldn't... but it was rude and she like Adaryn. The few times they had talked the girl had come across as very sweet and friendly.

It wasn't until she brought up Monroe that Eloise pieced together why she was actually approached. She could only smile smally at the girl, knowing fully how the two felt for each other was slightly exhausting... especially when she was one of the reasons nothing had come of it yet. "We get along... mostly well..." Eloise said, knowing that her sass could annoy Monroe to no end. She didn't particularly like the way half-judged her for her childhood and her relationship with her father either. But other than that.... "But... I don't think you have anything to worry about," Eloise said promisingly, hoping that Adaryn caught her drift... wondering if she even realized that Eloise knew perfectly well what Adaryn thought of Monroe.

[Adaryn Breslin]

Eloise probably didn't understand the way Adaryn was worrying about this, because clearly she believed that Addie didn't want Monroe to be taken from her. And that was true, to an extent; but even if the vision came true in the way Monroe perceived it, then she would let him go. The Brunette always knew he would be there for her, whether it be romantically or platonically, she was okay with either. After all, Adaryn had never even thought she'd get a boyfriend, or have a person like her like that in general, in her lifetime. What she worried about was the way it was eating the shaggy haired boy alive, and how she was practically powerless to stop it.

"It's not that," Addie admitted, standing there awkwardly. "It's because every time we talk, the conversation always ends up moving to you, and then he get's all freaked out. I just want whatever is supposed to happen, to happen already."

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise sighed upon hearing that, internally scolding Monroe for being so stupid. She scooted herself to the edge of the table so she didn't seem so far away as Adaryn was trying to talk to her about something she found quite serious. "I'm honestly sorry about that," Eloise said with a shake of her head, even though she had nothing to be sorry about - she wasn't the one freaking out about the vision. She thought it was silly from the very beginning. "You know if there were any way for me to speed up the 'process' I would. But I don't even think there is a process," Eloise admitted, wondering if Adaryn would even understand what she meant by that.

"I really... honestly don't think Monroe and I are meant to be anything more than friends... if that," Eloise added the last statement with slight reluctance. Because she didn't know for sure. Nobody seemed to know for sure - not even the boy who had the vision. "In my eye's we're polar opposites. And opposites don't attract if one of them wears combat boots and the other has a hard time taking a joke." Monroe got tired of Eloise's sass quite quickly. That above anything else would become a deal breaker for any sort of friendship the two were to have.

[Adaryn Breslin]

"If you are eventually going to get together, then I am fully willing to just let him go," Adaryn said slowly, her eyes falling to her feet. That was one of the first times she truly admitted that out loud, and it almost made her feel bad that I said it. "I mean, Monroe is great, but I knew it was too good to be true."

The brunette honestly didn't give herself any credit; she was beautiful and kind and a broken girl, but she was a great girl. However, what Adaryn saw in the mirror was entirely different, and she hated that girl.

"I don't know why I came to you, but I guess you're the only person I can really talk to this about. You're the only one who will even remotely understand, you know?"

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise honestly felt really bad for Adaryn. She hated that the sweet, pretty girl was stuck in the middle of all this. "Here, come sit," Eloise offered, patting a space on the table next to her, feeling like the brunette standing sadly in front of her desperately needed to hear something from Eloise. El wasn't quite sure what yet, but she hoped she could help. El scooted back to lean against the wall again, making sure there was enough room for Addie.

"I know this sucks, and I honestly wish there was more I could do to help," Eloise said with a sigh, blowing some blonde hairs out of her face in the process. "You know... he thinks about you all the time," Eloise offered, turning to look at Addie. "Even when he's harping me about my past and my family... trying to figure out what about me he's supposed to 'fall in love with'," Eloise started, throwing up air quotes and rolling her eyes at the notion of Monore loving anything about her, "he's always thinking about you." She smiled softly at the girl. "And even though we only have one class together I can tell how much you think about him too."

[Adaryn Breslin]

Adaryn didn't ignore Eloise's request to sit, and took the designated seat, even though she knew she probably shouldn't have. The Brunette was just tired of being alone, and it was really weighing down on her. She couldn't even talk about this issue with Mr. Meian.

Adaryn knew that her next words were probably supposed to make her feel better, but she only found herself even more embarrassed. Sometimes the blue-eyed girl forgot that the blonde was Telepathic, and could read minds. It were times like these that she wished she had remembered.

"Yeah..." She said quietly, looking down at her hands, doing anything to keep her hands busy, and her eyes averted. "Yeah..."

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise sighed when she realized she hadn't helped at all. It was amazing how she could tell when when somebody was uncomfortable or upset, but not have a single clue on how to deal with it. She set her head back on the wall behind her and stared straight ahead. "Honestly, I wish I knew what to say or do to fix this," Eloise said with a small sigh.

She turned her head to look at the brunette again. "If there's something I can do..." she started with a shrug. "Something I can say." She recognized how awkward the situation was, and normally she could ignore that. However this time, how uncomfortable Addie was made it harder for Eloise to shrug it all off.

[Adaryn Breslin]

Adaryn really didn't know whether or not she would be able to fix the way she was feeling. Her mental block, which was significantly stronger now than it had been back when they first met, shielded her thoughts in her own mind from the Telepath. Adaryn was falling into a pit of depression again, and she didn't know what to do about it. The blue-eyed girl was terrified, and she needed someone to save her.

It didn't look like Eloise was that someone.

"So what's it like?" Adaryn asked suddenly, looking over at the blonde. "Your power, I mean. Most people sort of dream of being a telepath so they can know things... but I'm 90 percent sure it's a living hell. But... how do you differentiate thoughts? Do they happen in your voice, or do they happen in the other person's? I've always been curious."

[Eloise Eaton]

"Oh it totally sucks," Eloise verified with a dry laugh, bringing her keens up to her chest, and tracing the little black swirls she had painted on her big toenails. "It's like... a constant echo of a thousand voices swirling through your head. Sometimes it's hard to pick your own thoughts out of the bunch," Eloise explained, remembering how she had become almost zombie-like the first couple years after she had manifested, because she lost the ability to think for herself.

"And knowing things is just awful. Except maybe during algebra tests. Otherwise it's just awful sometimes. It makes it hard to make and keep friends and just... be." She wasn't sure she was making sense. She wasn't often asked such a question, so it was weird to talk about.

"I'm sure it isn't much different for you," Eloise said with a small smile. "I mean it much be at least a bit similar. Do you ever just feel overwhelmed by it all?" she asked Adaryn, wondering if she, too, hated how intrusive her power was to other people - and how it effected her as a person.