Wasting Time on Living and Breathing. Barely. (3)

"Hey, man, why are you always picking on him?"
"Uh, he's an idiot, froob." (A froob is a fruity noob)
I noticed an argument and turned to look.
"No, really, everytime he does something stupid, you make fun of him. How's he different from us?"
The first guy stood up. I saw who he was protecting, but not him. He was right.
"Hey! He's right." I stood up. "You never call anyone else out, but we all do stupid things." I turned to grin and wink at my
friends, then turned back. "So, why him?"
The second guy was speechless. More or less.
"Well, I..." Having no answer the second guy slide out of the room. I smiled and sat down to continue my conversations.
Altough I did notice the fork flying at my head, I knew I shouldn't catch it. Whatever. I reached up and caught it easily,
then quickly hide it. No one would have seen that unless they were, well one of my friends, or were watching me. I ate
quietly, listening to my friends. All at once we heard, or rather felt, the first guy coming forward. Everyone lulled into a
silence and looked at him with china doll-like faces. Soon enough I felt a cool hand on my shoulder. In one fluent movement I
swept it off and turned around. I immediatly wished I hadn't.
"Dante...?" I whispered, oh...my...no..it's not...I couldn't breathe very well.
"Huh? Excuse me?" I know now it wasn't, but wow...the similarities.
"You just...look...like an old friend." I tried to smile.
"Oh." He looked unaffected. "Well, my name is Jarett. We need to talk." I raised an eyebrow and looked back at my friends.
They didn't move, meaning I'm free to do as I wish.
He looked impatient as I decided. I stood up and smiled. He gave me a look and I simply flounced off. He followed, shooting
the same look at my friends. They looked away and carried on like nothing happened.
Moments later he caught up to me. He grabbed my elbow to turn me and I decided to have a little fun with the kid.
"What brings you here? Oh, well I noticed he got picked on a lot too. No, you don't need to know who I am. Oh, don't be silly
I'm not magic, well that's debatable. Nah, you can't know what I am." I smirked at him. I stopped to let him talk. What I
expected was shock, was actually frustration.
"Would you please let me say something, and would you please inform these innocent bystanding-shadows that that is not an
acurate depiction of my mind?"
I smiled brightly, but was a little shocked on the inside that he even noticed that I was answering questions not in his
mind. I was more shocked that he noticed my invisable friends, that slowly stepped out of the shadows.
"Okay. It was more like: 'Shut up, shut up, I have something to say. Shut up, shut up, shut up, don't wanna hear it.' "
"Thank you. But 'Shut Up' by Simple Plan was not in my thoughts."
"Should have been." I grinned and waved my friends away. "Like music much?"
"Yeah. Love music. You?"
"Anything besides crap." I smiled brightly.
"So no country or rap?"
"Duh." I laughed and he smiled. "I can tell this is the beginning of a b-e-a-u-tiful friendship."
He smiled but then frowned quickly.
"I don't know your name."
"My name is Nivien. Welcome to my world."
There's always an empty spot next to me where He is supposed to sit. Jarett took that spot, not noticing my moment of pain.
He'd get the speech sooner orlater.
'Niv, he doesn't smell human.' I looked at Nellie and nodded. I set up a sort of mental chat room between Nellie, Thorn and
I. This was we could talk privately.
'Wanna take bets?'
'I bet he's just another boring vampire.'
We scowled at Nellie and then smiled stupidly.
'Probably. How droll.'
'I hope he's a witch. We need one, eh?'
'Yeah, we do.'
'I hope so, oh well though.'
No one else noticed our conversation.
They were too used to us making faces and reacting to nothing.
Jarett noticed.
Only, he didn't just notice. He listened.
He listened for a long time.
Great.