Aria lead Michael down the halls of the depressing asylum. This early in the morning the sun hadn't fully risen yet.
Usually, she would sit in her cell, which the doctors his counts as a room, and waits a few hours until most patients are done eating.
But, today Michael was here and he was beautiful, but he was the most annoying prick to her. He was cocky, and rude. Though he was sweet and gentle.
Michael tended to switch when he was around her, from 'fuck her and leave' to 'treat her like a princess'.
Michaels attitude pissed Aria off, she preferred to stay by herself. In fact, she thought that after past night he'd be gone, not wanting to be her friend. But once they woke up he still didn't give up. Aria couldn't be alone. Because if she tried to loose him in the crowd of patients, he'd show up again right as she emerged out of the zombie like, drugged bodies.
"Why do you follow me 'round?" She asked stopping, and turning to face him.
He smirked looking down at Aria, his green eyes stared holes into her haunting eyes "because Miss Aria, I enjoy it. You get rather annoyed with my presence and when you try to lose me but then spot me again, you huff and stomp your foot. Its hilarious!"
"I. Am. Not. Hilarious." Aria warned, "I'm Aria, I don't like people, people don't like me. I like dolls and dolls like me. You're not a doll, you're a person. Multiple persons are people. So, yore a people. I don't like people. I don't like you."
With that she stomped off, Michael following behind snickering to himself.
