ONE IN THE SAME (mike abott!)

[siobhan abella bailey]

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[/b][/color] she said to him. she started laughing, letting her hands cover her mouth. she didn't know why, but she had a habit of covering her mouth whenever she had to a real laugh. not one of those giggles that she usually had, which could be mistaken as a real laugh. she never told anyone the difference, but if anyone were to inquire why she covered her mouth sometimes, but not other times when she'd laugh, she'd try her hardest to explain herself. but she doubted that any of them would understand what she was trying to say to them.

siobhan lifted her head and looked at him. she thought about what they were doing before this. dancing together, just having fun. a real smile appeared on her lips, and she was happy that he was able to make her smile, even if he didn't know how he did it. she put her head back down on his shoulder again, just wishing that he wouldn't be this close to her without knowing her feelings for him. she had the sudden urge to just kiss him. just get it over with. she couldn't do that though. she wasn't going to do it at all though. even though she wanted to. and if she did do it would be an accident, and she would blame it on spur of the moment. it just seemed like the right thing to do. she put her free hand on top of his knee, closing her eyes and just sitting there, loving the moment that they were in together.
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[/b][/color] he said with a frown crossing his arms. He looked over at her, his frown turning into a smile. He couldn't help it really. "I think my floor adores my clumsiness,"[/color] he added, a his eyes bright with enthusiasm. He watched her as she covered her mouth, to keep herself from laughing. Mike wasn't all that sure as to why she kept doing this, but it's not like it bugged him. He just shrugged it off, assuming it was a random habit of hers.

Mike smiled as the girl looked up at him. At least he seemed to be getting somewhere with her. She didn't seem quite as upset and embarrassed as she had been before. When a smile finally spread across her face, he almost jumped up in excitement. He bounced slightly on the bed, looking happily over at her. "Atta girl,"[/color] he laughed as she put her head back on his shoulder. She was still being quiet, probably thinking about some important girl stuff--but he didn't mind the silence much. It gave him a little bit of peace to think about what to do next. He certainly wasn't ready for her to leave, but what else could they do? He needed something that could get her mind off of her family and everything. He grinned as she put her hand on his knee, before sighing, looking at the ground. "You know..I haven't gotten to teach you to draw stick figures yet,"[/color] he mumbled, raising his eyebrows, now staring at her hand on his knee.

He wasn't sure if she would want to draw--and he didn't mind if she didn't, but he did want to get them doing something. Even just talking was fine with him..but what to talk about? Dang he was bad at this stuff. Everything he could think of would remind her of her family again.He narrowed his eyes before speaking slowly, "You know, my floor says he doesn't want to see you sad either."[/color] It wasn't anything that would make her extremely happy, but at least maybe she would start thinking about their little inside joke now instead of her family and what not.

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[siobhan abella bailey]

love is just a chemical creation

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[/b][/color] she said, sticking out her tongue at him. that definitely showed how much she loved. "but he told me something different,"[/color] she told him, then fake whispered, "he's lying to you."[/color] she never once let her smile fade from her lips. their joke was probably, the weirdest thing she had ever heard before. but she didn't have a problem with it. why would she? as long as she got a laugh out of it, right. which is always what happened when they brought it up. she placed her hands firmly on her hips, letting all her weight shift to her left leg. it was a common thing for her to do when she was being questioned of her words. of course this was in a joking manner but it was no different.

she let out a soft laugh, letting her eyes open and looking into his. she placed her head on his shoulder, but in a way that gave her the ability to look into his eyes. "if you want to teach me to draw, then go right ahead. but it'll end as badly as your dancing,"[/color] she said, laughing lightly at the end of her sentence. that was saying something, seeing as his dancing wasn't the best thing in the world. she knew that her drawings would be just as bad. she'd tried drawing at one point, and her parents told her it was great. but they weren't reliable now, who knew what exactly they lied to her about all of these years? she shook her head, not wanting to even think about that anymore. they weren't anything she wanted to think about while around mike ever again. not if she was going to cry again. she started to wipe up her face, seeing all her make-up coming off. that made her sigh, so much for all that work.

"that's very flattering of your floor,"[/color] she said, "but we already found out that he can't be that reliable."[/color] she squeezed his hand, still shocked that he was actually holding it. she never wanted him to let go, because she knew that if he did she wouldn't be able to hold it again for a while. since she didn't know his feelings for her, why would he ever want to hold her hand again? he wouldn't. this was just a friendly gesture, it didn't mean anything. but why was it giving her butterflies then? her head was so confused, and her heart was trying to shove it's two sense into her mind. her brain wasn't listening though, it wanted to figure it out on it's own. why couldn't she ever just know an answer? why did everything have to be so complicated that she never did know the answer? all important questions.
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[/b][/color] He looked down at the floor as she whispered to him, informing him that his floor was lying to him. That evil floor—he knew it had always been up to no good. “That evil floor,”[/color] he muttered glaring down at the ground. “How dare my own floor lie to me! I’m heartbroken.”[/color] He stuck out his lower lip, making a little pouty face. He watched as she shifted her position, placing her hands on her hips. He chuckled at the site, his facing going from a frown to a smile. “You’re crazy,”[/color] he chuckled, shaking his head. “But honestly, my floor couldn’t be mean enough to lie to me, could he?”[/color] The boy cocked his head to the side, glancing at the floor, then back up at Sio.

Mike smiled as Sio now laughed, and looked up at him. Much better. She seemed to getting happier, which was most definitely a good thing. Though he was looking forward to teaching her to draw, he wasn’t too sure if it would be a good thing to do right now. They needed something more entertaining and..loud—something that would keep her mind off of everything that was making her so sad. But there wasn’t much that they could do in his cabin. It wasn’t the most exciting place to be after all. He could let her stare at his wall—what a privilege that would be. The boy laughed at his thoughts, which was probably a weird thing to do, but still. “Well we don’t have to draw. We can do whatever you’d like,”[/color] he said, raising his eyebrows. Maybe she would have some better idea as to what they should do. Well..as long as she didn’t want to dance again. He had had enough embarrassment for one day.

“Eh, I think he’s being honest with this one.”[/color] He looked down at his hand, his fingers wrapped around hers. When she squeezed his hand he squeezed back, before looking back up at her face. It was another one of those quiet moments, where he wasn’t sure what to think. He was still dying to know what she herself was thinking—but that obviously was never going to happen. Well..unless..unless he asked of course. But that would probably just make him seem like a creep. He shrugged slightly, beginning to swing his feet back and forth, listening as they banged against his bed. He often found ways to make obnoxious noises during the silence—he found silence to be rather..uncomfortable. He looked down at his legs, moving quickly, and frowned. “Is anything special going on tonight?” [/color] he asked, looking back up at Sio. He really needed to start keeping himself up to date on all of the events going on at camp.
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[siobhan abella bailey]

love is just a chemical creation

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[/b][/color] she asked him, recalling the situation from not too long ago. a smile still played on her lips the whole time.

she shook her head. "you know all i want to do is dance...and you don't want to do that..."[/color] she said, speaking the truth. he knew that he didn't want to embarrass himself. but she did wanted to dance. whether it was really dancing, or just fooling around and dancing like she did with her friends. when she was at parties, she danced so much differently than she did when she was going to perform. she wanted to have fun when she was with friends, and dancing like she was about to perform was not a very good way to to have fun. and her friends knew that. that's why they always told her that they didn't care if she danced either way. she always just had fun dancing either way. but no matter what anyone said, she would love dancing with friends, and having more fun that way. she always brought herself performing anyway.

she blushed lightly as he said hat his floor was being honest. but then he asked if anything was going on tonight. "i don't believe so. but that doesn't explain why no one has come to your cabin yet..."[/color] she said, finally noticing how no one was in the cabin and no one had come in to interrupt their moment. whatever the moment was. she lifted her head up, looking over at him and into his eyes. she took her hand off of his knee and folded it into her lap. even though her other hand was occupied, not that she was complaining. she loved every minute of it, and she was kind of upset because they were acting like a couple right now, but they weren't at all. they were just two friends, and one was comforting the other. she wanted it to be what people thought, but she knew that it probably would never come out like that.
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[/b][/color] Mike shrugged, before a smile began to spread across his face.

He bit his lip as she said that all she wanted to do was dance. Well all he wanted to do was draw. Actually, that was a lie—though art was his passion, he would be fine doing a number of different things at the moment. He did spent many hours of the day on his own, concentrating on his art, but he needed some time talking and just having fun with his friends as well. Not that art was fun—it was amazing—it was just such a quiet thing, and one could get tired of being quiet for a long period of time. He was perfectly willing to do many different things right now--dancing just wasn’t one of them. He knew that dancing was her life, her everything, and he would have been perfectly willing to dance with her if he wasn’t so freaking clumsy. At least she wasn’t forcing him to dance or anything anymore. “There’s just way too many things going on when dancing,”[/color] he said, looking over at her. He wasn’t the best at multitasking either. He could do one thing at a time, and dancing just required too many different moves and what not.

He didn’t notice that Sio blushed, as he was looking down at the ground when it happened. If he had he would have most definitely interrogated her about it, as she had done to him earlier. He frowned when she said she didn’t think anything was going on. Well then where could everyone be? His cabin was normally bustling with noise and excitement by this time at night. But he didn’t care much—it was better that no one was around right now. At least he could have a civilized conversation with Sio, without his roommates shouting and running about. He loved those guys, but they didn’t seem to know how to be..sane. “Maybe they’re all just afraid of me?”[/color] he half asked, half stated. Like his roommates would ever have a reason to be scared of him. It was more like the other way around.
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[siobhan abella bailey]

love is just a chemical creation

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[/b][/color] she said looking at his floor. she cocked her head to the side, grabbing as much of how it looked as possible. she knew she was a weird child, but she really didn't care what other people thought of her. she had her secrets and as long as they were kept, then she really wasn't weird at all. she just covered up all her secrets with dance and random things.

"it's really not that hard. you just, need to know what you're doing. and you obviously don't know,"[/color] she said, smiling at him. she was feeling so much better than she had before, all because of mike. he had such an odd power over her, and she found out that he truly had the key to her heart. but she didn't know who would be able to swipe that key right out of his grasp though. he was so oblivious to everything, and he had no idea how much power he was holding with that key. if someone took it away from him, he'd probably have no idea, and if someone did take it, she probably wouldn't mind. liking someone who was completely oblivious to everything was a difficult thing to deal with. but who knows, things could change. someone could come along. it all depended on how mike acted, since she knew she wasn't going to tell him anything.

siobhan took her free hand and patted his arm that was holding her hand. "that doesn't make sense, you're not a scary person,"[/color] she said to him, "you're really sweet. i don't know what you're talking about."[/color] she moved her hand so that it was back in the first place she had moved it to, which was on his knee. it was out of the way that way, and it made it easier for her to have the much needed contact with him that she not only needed, but wanted. she gave his hand another squeeze, showing him that she really thought that. it wasn't just something to make him feel better. she liked how they were sitting close together, and how they were holding hands and all of those types of things. but it was just because they were friends, and they needed to comfort each other. though, she didn't know why he was still holding her hand. she decided to not say anything though, since she liked it.
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[/b][/color] He frowned at the thought of not feeling good enough for people. He himself had most definitely had that feeling before, towards many different people. He frowned as he felt himself relating to what he had just said about his floor—but she wouldn’t know that he was relating to it, so not like it mattered. He cracked his knuckles once more—a nervous habit—before looking back up at Sio. “Just a stupid little feeling,”[/color] he mumbled, referring to what he had said before. It was his own attempt of seeing whether or not she herself thought it was stupid to feel not good enough for someone.

He nodded looking straight at her. She was back to saying that dancing wasn’t hard. That was definitely a lie—it was one of the hardest things he had ever attempted to do. “Well I probably won’t ever know what I’m doing,”[/color] he laughed, perfectly okay with that. It’s not like he would ever really need to be able to know how to dance—that was just one thing he could push aside and never attempt again. Unless of course she begged him to dance again. He wasn’t sure if he could really tell her no. Which was weird, because he was normally perfectly okay with telling people no. But she was just so..special. He wasn’t sure what the feelings meant, but he did know that they were something he hadn’t ever felt before. He bit his lip, looking down at the ground.

Mike smiled as she patted his hand, listening quietly as she spoke. He looked at her as she finished talking, a surprised look plastered on his face. “Ahh love, you’re so kind,”[/color] he said, smiling down at her. He thought about her words, his mind racing and his heart pumping quicker than usual. Mike felt her squeeze his hand, and he returned the action. He was enjoying his time with her, it was nice to get to know her a bit better. He stared down at the floor, biting his lip, before looking back up at her. “Hey Sio?” [/color] he asked, cocking his head to the side, his grip on her hand tightening.
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[siobhan abella bailey]

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[/b][/color] she said to him, moving closer to him to look into his eyes, "i especially like it when he is himself."[/color] her words had different meanings than aimed at his floor. she had a feeling that he was more talking about himself, because of the way his face was being read by her. so, instead of talking about his floor anymore, she was talking about him. he didn't need to impress her at all. she liked him because he was sweet, funny, kind, and definitely someone that she could be around and not want to strangle herself. she wondered what happened to him to make him like this. why he felt he had to impress people in order for them to like him.

she let out a light laugh. "it may seem that way now, but if you keep working at it, you should be able to at least slow dance by the time i'm done with you,"[/color] she said to him, letting out another laugh, "i'm not saying we're going to dance right now though, so don't you worry."[/color] she let her lips stay in a nice smile, one where her teeth were actually able to be seen. it was a while since she had really smiled that wide. she didn't know why, she always had fun, but the thought of him being clumsy again while dancing. it made her want to laugh at him, but she knew it wouldn't be very good to do that. especially if she wanted him to like her in the future. she could just hope that she never actually laughed at him in the future.

siobhan looked up when he said her nick name. it put an end to their conversation, which had started with her crying at that. so she wasn't objecting to their conversation coming to an end, but she was curious as to where the new one was going to go. he didn't give any hints as to what he was going to ask her, and it kind of scared her to hear what he was going to ask. what if he asked if she liked him because he figured it out? what if he asked if she could help him get someone else? what if he said he liked corine. the possibilities were endless, but she wanted to know what exactly he was going to ask her. "yes?"[/color] she asked, her eyes fixated on his until he finally asked the question that she had no idea would be brought up.
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[/i][/color] The words surrounded Mike as he tried to think about what she had said. Maybe she didn’t realize that in this day and age, it wasn’t always easy to just be yourself and be accepted by everyone. There were plenty of things about him that he knew other people didn’t like. And though everyone always talked about how if someone isn’t willing to accept you for who you are, you shouldn’t be friends with them—it just wasn’t that easy. He had proof for that one. But he didn’t want to ruin the fun time they were having by thinking about something like that. At leat not right now. “Yeah, maybe..”[/color] he said simply, shrugging off the topic.

He smiled now, as she commented on how he would be able to slow dance eventually. He was about to tell her that it was an impossible task, but quickly realized that she would pull the “nothing’s impossible” card on him. “Good, because I need a break,”[/color] he laughed, finally now looking up at her. He might be able to deal with dancing again later, once he had had a little time to rest and what not. Hopefully she’d wait a few days before deciding that it was time for them to try dancing again. If only he wasn’t so clumsy, then he would be perfectly willing to dance for as long as she wanted him to. If only if only.

He looked down at the ground for a moment, shifting slightly, as though he was getting uncomfortable. He said nothing, but glanced down at where their hands were connected, their fingers intertwined. He raised his eyebrows, unsure as to if he should continue or not. She didn’t seem like she was dreading the question or anything, but he was positive that she was probably wondering what he wanted to ask, and why he was taking so long to speak. Not knowing how exactly to word what he wanted to say, he eyed her, before mumbling, “Can I ask you something?”
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[siobhan abella bailey]

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[/b][/color] she asked him. she wasn't about to let him go and be upset. that was her job. she enveloped him in a hug, hoping that he wouldn't push her away, but she felt that he needed one. he needed to know that she cared, and that she wanted to know what was wrong with him. that's what friends were there for. she knew that if she didn't have anyone to talk to about anything, she'd probably explode, and it wouldn't be pretty. and she didn't want mike to explode because of his lack of talking to her. she wanted to make sure everything was okay with him.

she laughed at him and how he needed a break. as long as he didn't break any of her dancing bones, then she'd be okay with dancing with him. but she didn't understand how he could break a bone by slow dancing. this was mike she was thinking about though, and he had that special quality about him that made the impossible somehow possible. even if he said that dancing for him was impossible, she wouldn't believe it at all. she was determined, and when she wanted something to happen, she was going to make it happen. whether it took her the rest of her life, and by the time he was able to dance he was old and wrinkly. she would do it. she was determined. "okay. i can give you...i don't know, a day or two,"[/color] siobhan said, winking at him to show him she was kidding.

she was really getting sick of him beating around the bush. but she wouldn't tell him that. "anything,"[/color] she said to him. but that didn't mean if she asked it she would answer it. she removed her hand from his knee again, setting it across her stomach. she was suddenly insecure about how she looked and she didn't know why. the skirt was suddenly not okay, and the shirt was suddenly too tight. why didn't she just stay in her pajamas when she came over here? why didn't she just stay in comfortable clothes and want to just spend some time as friends. why did she insist herself that she would have a better chance with him if she had dressed up. stupid stupid stupid. she was suddenly very upset with herself, but wanted to know what he was thinking anyway.
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[/b][/color] Well it wasn’t a complete lie. He was thinking..but it was also more than nothing. But he wasn’t supposed to be the one that was upset—he should be able to put aside all of his problems for the time that they were hanging out. It was stupid of him to ruin the fun time they were having over something like this. But it touched him that she cared enough to try to get him to talk. In fact.. that really touched him.

He narrowed his eyes as she laughed at him, well at least she found him funny. But he found himself chuckling as well. He was rather pitiful when it came to dancing after all. He just hoped that if he did dance with her again, he would keep up his streak of not hurting her. That would be rather sad. And he would most definitely feel horrible about it for the rest of his life. He looked up at her again, a small smile spread across his face. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer,”[/color] he laughed, raising his eyebrows. Actually, he would prefer a month or two, but like that was happened. The girl was obviously determined to teach him to slow dance properly, and it didn’t seem like she’d give up until she succeeded..or he injured her. But hopefully it wouldn’t be the latter.

He bit the inside of his lip, peering down at her hand as she removed it from his knee. He concentrated on her hand for a few minutes, blinking slowly and breathing in long, paced out breaths. He finally looked back up at her, realizing that there really wasn’t any point in him dragging it out any longer. It’s not like he had anything bad to ask. He licked his lips, smiling up at her. “What would you say if I asked you if you’d like to maybe..do something with me tomorrow?”[/color] He raised his eyebrows quickly, anticipating an answer from her. It would be just his luck for her to say no—not like it would matter though, right? But really, it did matter. He had been having a lot of fun with her tonight—he would probably be slightly sad If she turned down his offer. But could you blame him? She was amazing.
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[/b][/color] she said, smiling at him. never would she let him get away with not learning to dance. even if it was just the lame slow dance that they were doing earlier. she would make him progress to actually learning how to slow dance. even if he didn't want to and he stepped on her many times. it would all be worth it, not matter what he said. plus, he'd be more graceful than he'd have time to think about. it was just the way dance was. it made you think about things before you walk, made you look up instead at the ground in front of you. and your feet basically had a mind of it's own when you dancing.

a smile formed again slightly on her lips. but she was still confused. what did he mean like that? a date? just friends? she would say yes of course, but she wanted to know exactly what he was asking. "what did you have in mind?"[/color] she asked him, hoping that she could get to the bottom of his question. she didn't want to be blunt about it either. she really didn't want to directly ask him if it was a date, since then he'd probably think that that's what she wanted and that it would be weird if it wasn't. though, she could ask him if it was just as friends, that way she didn't sound like she was getting her hopes up. but what if it was a date. and then it sounded like she didn't want to go out on a date with him. she started to bite down on her lip as she thought about this, really unsure about if it was a date or if it was just as friends, and whether she should ask him about it or not.
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[/b][/color] he chuckled, quickly looking down at the ground, then back up at Sio. He had survived dancing once, trying it again couldn’t hurt.

Mike watched Siobhan carefully, noticing how she smiled slightly when he finally did ask his question. “what did you have in mind?”[/color] He narrowed his eyes, tapping a finger against his chin. He was afraid that she wouldn’t like any of the things he could suggest, and then would end up turning down the offer. But he would never know if he didn’t try. “Well I was thinking we could go somewhere outside of camp..you know?”[/color] He wiggled his fingers around slightly, looking down at them, then back up at Sio. “But we can stay here and chill too, if you’d prefer that,”[/color] he added quickly, incase she didn’t want to leave the camp grounds. It was his personal preference, then they’d be able to have more fun, on their own, but if she didn’t want to he could deal. He narrowed his eyes, still staring at Siobhan, wondering what she was thinking about and how she would respond to his offer.
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[siobhan abella bailey]

love is just a chemical creation

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[/b][/color] she said to him, smiling lightly. a small laugh escaped her lips on how she would force him to dance again, except next time she'd bring her dance bag and her portable ipod player. that way she could have some of her songs instead of the songs that he had on his computer. and then she could show him the dance she had been working on, and showing her how exactly she had been failing at her dance. and how she sucked and couldn't get it right. she was sure that if she kept screwing up like she did, she'd be dancing for him on a rolled ankle, and those killed. either that or it'd be sprained. she seemed to have been hurting herself more since she had put more complicated dance moves in her routine. and she would always land on her feet wrong if she did jumps or anything. she's probably need to find an ace bandage soon for her ankle.

she looked down at the floor. she was going to ask him the question that had been running through her mind the whole time. "as in friends? or a...date?"[/color] she asked, hesitating before saying the last word of her sentence. she really needed to know, that way she would know how he felt towards her. that way she could know if it was just because he wanted to hang out with her more, or because he liked her and he wanted to spend time with her to see if he was going to ask her out. she'd say yes either way, but she really wanted to know if it was a date or not. that was the only question left unanswered and she didn't know what she would say if it wasn't a date, but she would be ecstaticed if it was a date.
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