Thread: Stalker. [ForeverMischievous&I]

Silent steps, was all he heard, as he walked through the hallway. There was plenty of other noises. Chatting, tuneing instruments, giggleing and laughing. But Jari, heard nothing. Jari, where to many, mistaken for, a so called, Emo. He rarely spoke to anyone. Rarely sought contact to the outside word. As if he had his own, inside his head. One with only a spot for him. But thats not who he was. There was two spots, in his world. And he had no problem with himself. In his mind, he had the perfect life. A family, who let him live his life as he saw fit, he had his instruments and he had the girl of his life, right in his own classroom. He didn't quite have the guts, to tell her this. But he didn't have to. Noo, he could see, all he wanted, when ever he wanted. Some would find that apauling, but he was getting used to that. He raised his right arm, shakeing it, to turn his lose watchband turn, so he could see the time. He counted down in his mind, as a grin slowly widdened on his face. And there. The mail was scent. The grin slowly subsided, to a gentle smile. He had seen her pass his appartment, awaiting peacefully, at his window. Always up early, to make sure to see his dearest, as she passed his window. He shivvered softly, and closed his eyes, letting images pass through his mind. This caused him to bump into another young man, only a year younger then himself. Hey, watch out Jari, you freak. Jari just opened his cold green eyes, giveing the man a cold stare, as he continued, looking over his shoulder, as if the eyes where forced with a line, at the mans eyes. The other person, got a shivver down his spine, before he turned his head, and ignored Jari. Jari had gotten teased less, after the last accident. A few of the harshest bullies, had broken one of his strings, on his favourite guitar, the one he brought today as well, and he had broken the guys nose. Jari was far from a weak, fragile man, yet many mistaken him as such, because of his lazy walk, and empty eyes. Jari just grinned, and entered through the classroom door. The first thing meeting his attention, was his dearest Aimee. His crush on her, and urge for her arms, growing when ever he saw her. He smiled as she greeted him, nodding a single time. Hey Aimee. Oh that beautifull voice of hers. Like a godess' musik to his ears. He walked over next to her, takeing 'his' seat. There was'nt strickt seats, but he always picked this, with rare exceptions. He chuckled softly at her words, shakeing his head as he removed the black guitar from his back, placeing it next to him. Little happy about Monday's, dear Aimee.. He said, with a soft chuckle, and a small grin. He enjoyed leaning, and Aimee knew so, yet he had never been one for school times. He felt he learnt more on his own, when home in comfortable settings. Here, he was a misfit, in most eyes. Careing little about most opinions, except one. The only reason he really continued being around these people, was because of Aimee. He didn't feel the need for the schools teachings, knowing his instruments better then his own hands. He smiled at Aimee's intrest, knowing she was one of the few, careing. Well. Hectic. Had a lot of training sessions, with the others from Kauhistus, and my parrents needed some help at their house, moveng around some sh.. Things.. He chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair, as he rested his hands on the back of his head, turning his eyes to Aimee, smileing. You? He asked. He already knew. Oh he knew it all. But she could'nt know this. He would'nt let her. But even though he knew, he didn't only ask, to hide his wisdom. He asked, to hear her beautifull voice, say it. Wanted to hear it, say anything. Everything. Kauhistus is a small band, of him and two friends. Means Abomination in Finish. Just wanted to let you know. Hope it meats expectations.