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Point of View: north 

[I feel something so right

By doing the wrong thing

And I feel something so wrong

By doing the right thing

I could lie, could lie, could lie

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive] {Counting Stars; OneRepublic} 

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 Sam is my best friend in the whole world, this is true. But sometimes I want to punch him in the face. 

I grab my drink from him, and mutter, "Thanks, Sam." I wasn't even really flirting. Okay, so maybe I was flirting a little bit.

She was pretty, okay? But it was more because I really do love The Catcher in The Rye. It's a completely fantastic book, and not a whole lot of my friends read. 

He just continues laughing and I walk over to a table and sit down without him. He wanted to meet after school to brainstorm ideas for our movies, and while I felt like reminding him that we do have other classes, and other homework, I decided to let it go. 

Mainly because I like coffee, but whatever.

He sits down on the other side of the table and I resist the urge to hit him in the nose. My gaze flickers to the girl in the corner, still sitting there reading. She's got the look about her like her cat just died or something.

It's what made me want to talk to her in the first place.

I notice broken people. I notice the people that most people don't. I notice the people most walk by on the streets. I notice the ones who don't want to be noticed. The ones who want to fly under the radar and never speak to another human for the rest of their lives.

I don't know why, but I notice these people first.

Sam snaps his fingers right in front of my face, "Get with it, North. We need to figure this out."

I turn back to him and take a sip of my drink. Okay, work. Right.

Focus. 

I flip through a couple of pages of organized ideas I have written down and shove it over to him. "This is what I have."

He whistles as he goes through it, "You have way too much time on your hands."

I shrug. Not many of the ideas were all that great, but I wrote them down anyway. Most of the ideas weren't bad, they just weren't that perfect idea.

He stops on one and points to it, "I think you would be really good at making a documentary, North."

I raise an eyebrow. I have considered that one more than most, but, "What would I do it on though?"

Sam shrugs, "I don't know. But I think it's a good idea. I still have no clue what I'm doing though."

I break the piece of cake I ordered in half and look over at the girl. She's not even reading anymore, she's just staring out the window. She looks to be chewing the inside of her lip and her drink sits, untouched, in front of her.

I can't see her face really from this angle, just the back of her, and the hood of her sweatshirt. 

Sam clears his throat, "Dude, stop staring. People are gonna think you're a creeper."