day ten - questions

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Cierra,
Oh God, there's a killer here. Oh Jesus. Okay, well, we don't know if he's ever killed anyone but he wants to kill everyone. It's Michael, by the way. My friend, Michael. I just cringed a little writing that. Anyway, him and Jimmy got in this big fight over stupid shit, Michael got pissed off and so did Jimmy. But Michael, being homocidal, got really pissed, threatened to murder him a couple times, the whole hurrah. Michael's in mental rehab, as they call it. To cool off a little, or whatever. Apparently Kat is there too for just being herself. Poor girl. I feel like no one understands her, you know? I hope Michael doesn't try to kill her. Although he said he didn't want to kill her. I guess that could change at any minute though. Sorry about the awkward longness of this letter. Alot has gone on.
- Vicky
P.S. I don't really have P.S., but since I include a P.S. in every letter I felt it was right to put it here.

"And how do you feel about the situation, Michael?"

He scowled, tapping his fingers on his thighs. "I don't feel anything," he said blankly. "All I know is that he," he stopped to point to Jimmy with a shaky finger. "Is an asshole."

"We all know that," Calum spoke up, as Jimmy scoffed in the corner. "But no matter how much of an ass he's ever been to me I've never threatened to kill him."

"This isn't your problem, Calum," Linda said, turning back to Michael. Calum mumbled something softly, turning to me and grinning. Calum's smile never failed to make you smile, so I smiled back. Incidentally, Linda said this was not a time to be smiling since this was a serious matter. Calum told her he didn't care. And I agreed silently, nodding. Linda chose to ignore us and got to back to being a therapist. "Why do you consider him an asshole, Michael?" It was strange to here your own therapist curse but it didn't really faze me.

"Are you serious," Michael almost laughed, pointing to Jimmy again. "Just look at him, he has asshole written all over him!"

I laughed and Linda gave me a stern look, I had a feeling she didn't like me.

"Now Jimmy, how do you feel about the situation?" Linda turned around to face the boy who slumped low in his chair. He stared off for a minute, chewing on his lip.

"I feel infinite," he said.

"Oh God," I huffed, sitting up taller in my chair. He seriously just referenced a book, a good one at that, I didn't even know he read books. He didn't seem like the type. God, I had to stop stereotyping people on looks and actions. "This is not Perks of Being a Wallflower, Jimmy."

"I was kidding," he rolled his eyes, a look up digust on his face. I swear, I've only seen this boy smile once. "Lighten up, Vicky, will you?"

"Will do," I smiled smugly, this therapy session wasn't going well already.

"How do you really feel about this, then?" Linda asked, putting emphasis on the really to make sure she didn't get a ridiculous answer like before.

Jimmy almost chuckled; shifting in his chair. He stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, slouching over slightly.

"Who gives a shit. He threatened to kill me" - he paused to clear his throat - "No big deal." He smiled half heartedly at the group.

Interesting, I wanted to know more. What else had happened, why would Jimmy feel like it was no big deal that he got a death threat. I would ask Michael but in all honesty I was a little scared to approach him after all that had happened. One wrong move could lead to death. I hated to say it because Michael was my friend but it suddenly felt almost weird to talk to him or be near him.

Group was let out a short time later; we discussed more about Jimmy and Michael, nothing too interesting happened. Nothing really happened until relaxation later that night.

I was sitting around with Calum, we were discussing whatever came to mind like we always did.

"20 questions, let's do it," he said, putting down his deck of cards.

"Nope," I said, shaking my head, chuckling a little under my breath. "I will not play that with you, Calum Hood, I will not." 20 questions, how stupid of a game. You did not really find out about a person in that way - sure, you could find out their favorite film or book, but not really them. Unless you asked good questions, then maybe.

"C'mon, Vicky, it won't be too bad," he pleaded, and I was just about to give in to him when a surprise guest joined us.

"Hey," Michael deadpanned, grabbing the chair closest to him and dragging it over to the two of us. I said nothing, I didn't know what to say. Calum replied with a wave as Michael looked at both of us solemnly.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," Michael said, scoffing a little. Calum wasn't looking at him the way I was, I knew it. See, Calum didn't know he was homicidal. Unless he did and I didn't know. There was alot of things I didn't know about Calum. Maybe I should of accepted his offer of 20 questions; it could of been for the better. It was too late know, anyway, since Michael had decided to join.

"I'm not some psycho murderer, you know," Michael tutted, and I somewhat doubted him. Although I shouldn't of, I did. I easily jumped to conclusions. "Jimmy is just truly a grade A asshole."

Calum and I nodded, we had to agree with him on that one, I think everyone would.

Michael leaned in closer to us, scooting his chair across the floor. It made a squeaking sound that made me cringe, but I moved closer to hear what he had to say.

"I made a new friend," he smiled for a half second, quickly wiping the expression off his face.

"Did you now?" I said, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"I did," he smiled again, wider this time.

"And who would this be?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Katherine," he replied, trying his hardest to keep a straight face.

"I knew it!" I shouted, not too loud, but loud enough for everyone else in the room to turn and look at me. I felt my cheeks heat up but quickly I turned back to Michael, grinning.

"I knew you liked her, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" I said in a sing song voice like a school girl.

"Whoa, I never said I liked her," Michael raised his hands as if to surrender, chuckling a little.

"It's obvious you do, Michael, now tell me more," I demanded, but sadly he got up and left after he told me 'no' at least five more times.

I sighed, sitting back in my chair, moving a piece of hair out of my face. I was so tired, I was always tired.

"So, 20 questions now?" Calum resumed his pleading, smiling.

"Sure, why not." I gave in, not having anything much better to do.

And we sat there, looking at each other from across the table, asking each other questions. He told me everything I asked, even the stupid, pointless questions like what color paint is on the walls of your room at home or how many band t-shirts do you own. And I learned that his walls are painted blue, and that it was far too many shirts to count. And he learned that I've never been out of the country before, and that I know how to play twelve songs all the way through on my guitar. Much more than that, too. All from a simple game played by people everywhere.

In that moment, I realized something that I hadn't before. I liked Calum, I liked him alot. I felt like I had knew him my whole life at the moment, as we sat there laughing at each other and playing footsie under the table. I truly did like him, and I hated him at the same time, for making me like him so much. It wasn't even a crush I had on him, I just liked him so much. A powerful feeling of happiness came over me at that very moment. Knowing I had a friend, knowing that someone cared about me enough that we were actually sitting here playing 20 questions, even though I hated that game.

This place had changed my life, and although I still had alot to figure out; I liked it here. It sure wasn't my home but it was something, something different. And I was enjoying every moment.

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im not gonna make this go too fast ok i know you all want them to make out and have babies just wait ok soon

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