Ghost Bird The Academy: Jameson Addition.

Bad Moods, and Sweet Truths.

"It's not the load that breaks you down, it's the way you carry it."

James P.O.V

"So tell me about yourself." He said his voice making her break out of her trance. She glanced up at him from her sketchbook a curious look tilting across her face. "I mean since you've gotten here all's you've done is draw and read. You don't talk much...and the few times I've dragged you to practice you've been kinda quiet."

James took in a deep breath her heart skipping a beat. He was still an anomaly to her, she couldn't quite figure him out.

Heck, she wasn't sure about anything anymore.

He made her question...everything.

It was an odd feeling.

James had always had to make hard choices, and react quickly, she had a specific pattern that she liked to follow. Even before coming to this foster home, it was something she had to learn quickly.

But then she got into this home.

Her foster parents weren't anything special they fought more than they talked. And they both worked a lot.

She was left home most of the time with him.

Her foster brother.

And he wanted to be her friend.

James didn't have many of those.

It was always just her.

Ever since her dad...it was just her. She didn't have a lot of people to talk to, no one to confide in. She was okay with that. James liked being by herself. Then only she could hurt her, no one else could.

But he was kind.

And he talked to her.

He was sweet.

And he wanted to be her friend.

He was starting to grow on her.

"Come on tell me about yourself," He said knocking her foot with his own slightly.

James closed her sketchbook, "like what?" She asked curiously her voice soft.

He smiled at her it was sweet and kind it warmed her heart a little bit. She liked having someone to talk to.

"Anything."

James blew out a breath a blush overtaking her cheeks. "I'm not really sure..." she couldn't help but be embarrassed slightly. She just wasn't sure how to act. How to respond.

She wasn't used to people showing interest in her.

Not in a positive manner.

Not since her father's passing...

"Tell me about your parents," he questioned curiously, "your in foster care. How'd ya get here?"

"Well, there both dead," James said tensing up slightly at the question.

His eyes flickered for a moment a slight frown on his face. "Hmm," he hummed, "we're you close?"

"My mom and I had a lot of issues," James admitted slowly eyeing him carefully. She never really got to talk about her parents a lot. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. "But I loved her. I just...hated how she only put herself first."