Thread: DontxBlinkk/Liliebar  | Friendship and Love

The sound of an alarm echoed through Natalie's empty home. She lifted her hand, running her slender, pale fingers over the top of the clock, halting the buzzing. She listened to the sound of her room, allowing the silence to fill her senses. A light cling of plates travelled up the stairs and with a forced groan, the girl lifted her head. As per usual, the pillow had attacked her hair during the night, causing quite a knotted mess in her chocolate brown locks. Nothing a firm brushing and hair spray styling couldn't fix. And with that thought, Nellie lifted herself from the bed and made her way down the hallway, moving at a pace much like the undead would. Controlling her hair was an easy task compared to how the rest of her day would go. As soon as she returned to her room, the closet was attacked. The hand that was now reaching for Natalie's binder was no longer her own. The body matched, but the personality who controlled it was another being entirely. Issac zipped the white flattening article closed, giving the body the support it needed for the day. Natalie didn't need it, but Issac always felt better with the tight feeling firm around 'his' chest. On top of that went the rest of the uniform. Since Natalie started at the private school, she has had the same image a thin, feminine boy who refused to put up with anyone's crap or opinions. Her father and mother had spent years drilling one single idea into her head until she could no longer take it. Her best friend had been ripped from her when she was younger and her parents continued to bombard her with the worst thoughts a child could have. Lilith was a horrible person Lilith was just there to fool her Lilith never meant what she said There was no way the two of them could ever be together. With each word, Natalie began to believe what they were saying. Her mind slowly split until she began to forget large chunks of time, lessons she learned in school, conversations she had with people. Issac had taken partial control of not only her body, but her personality. It had been years since anyone outside of her home had spoken to Natalie. Issac crept down the stairs, fixing the collar of his shirt around the top of the emerald green vest as he slipped his feet into the black shoes at the base of the stairs. There were voices in the kitchen, but Issac didn't bother with them. The parents weren't worth actually trying to talk to that morning. They were too focused on getting to their own jobs. There was already a car pulled up outside of the house and along with his bag, Issac slipped inside, giving a quick hello to his classmate. The male didn't waste a second driving towards the school as he began to talk to, or at, the passenger. Issac was only half listening as he leaned on his arm, staring out the window, hoping they would get to the school soon. But sadly, as soon as he got there, he was attacked by his normal high school fangirls. With a false smile and a brush of his hair from his face, 'Natalie' left the car. A group of girls were waiting for Issac to come out to them, giving him pleased and happy greetings. One or two of the women handed over breakfast items such as home made muffins and cookies, hoping the gifts would get them on his good side. Issac took them with calm thank yous before heading inside towards his locker. Two girls were convinced they would, and were allowed, to hang off of his arms, but it didn't last very long. Girls, please, he commented, breaking free of them to walk down the hallway. They verbally complained, but allowed him to make his way down to his locker. Natalie's foggy blue eyes stopped at the sight of Lilith. In the past, she would have known who it was right away, but with Issac at the wheel, there was no way the woman's face would click within his memory. With a playful smile, the man greeted Lilith before working his way over to his locker, sitting right beside the blonde female's. New here? he questioned. Or finally coming out of hiding? Issac's voice didn't change from Natalie's, meaning he still sounded as feminine as the body ever did. But many brushed it off, or simply saw it as an even more attractive feature.