katheryn.

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She came close to him. Really close. Close enough that if she looked up, her lips could meet his. "You're different, I like you."

He stared into her eyes, "I don't like girls who smoke."

Katheryn laughed. Katheryn laughed really hard, so hard she felt parts of her body she forgot existed tense up and relax only to be tense again.

"So you're telling me, I'm not talking about me here because we only met a couple hours ago and you'd have to be COMPLETELY spectacular for me to have feelings for you by now, which you're not, but, If you met a girl and she was perfect. Oh, she was so, so perfect. And didn't have so, so many issues. You wouldn't be with her because she smoked a cigarette here and there? RIDICULOUS. You cant tell her how to escape reality, you just can't."

Katheryn lied. She was talking about herself. Not at first and not knowingly, the last sentence had her written all over it. The only reason Katheryn found herself smoking that night was because (1) A character in her favourite book used it to escape and (2) Katheryn really needed to escape from everything and (3) A sensual stick could only in the longterm punish her (3) And this wasn't long term even though she wished it was to piss of guys with the same belief but basically (4) She just really needed to escape.

"Not if you put it that way." Colin admitted feeling slightly defeated but impressed all the same. Katheryn shot him a proud smile as she checked her cigarette pack one more time in hopes that she had missed one which she knows is practically impossible but throwing one at him felt like a perfect way to celebrate her victory.

"Shit." She muttered as she threw the pack on the floor. "So tell me about yourself."

Colin thought carefully about this one. When normal people asked you to tell them about yourselves, they meant the things you could put on a CV or a biography on a social networking website. nothing too personal about yourself because they couldn't handle or even particularly care about you enough to hear about the crap that goes on in your mind. But then again, She wasn't "normal people".

"I'm not going to tell you shit about when i was born or what i plan to major in-"

"I appreciate that." She interrupted quickly

"I haven't lived and that plagues me because I want more than what has been set out for me. I want to live in art. I want to be art. I want be with art."

and Colin made absolutely no sense. But she understood.

"Your turn." He sighed nervously

Katheryn bit her lip and smiled. "None of your business."

She continued walking ignoring his near silent chuckle, "Come on now."

Colin continued to laugh and trail behind her, taking in the spring in her step and how it caused her hair to bounce sort of the way his sisters did when she went out to a party with her boyfriend. This had always made hm envious, the fact that she was lucky enough to tear herself from their parents painful hold and all it took her was pink hair and a white ink tattoo. No one quite understood why good girl Jane had broken their hearts with these actions but then again, they were too busy counting their money to care.

"Do you want to get some ice cream or something?" He asked her as he laced his fingers around hers.

"Its really cold, man. Like, you do realise that? Why add ice cream to it?"

"Why not."