The Breakfast Club

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"Asher," Asher replied. "It's nice to meet you." He put his sketchbook down on his desk, smiling a little bit more widely than before, though he wasn't capable of one as charming as Morgan's. At least, he definitely was, but was still too shy at this point in time. "What are you in here for, anyway?"

 
Name: Kate Heidke Miller // Anna Heidke Miller

Age: 19 // 16

Gender: F // F

Personality: Shy and quiet // Loud and rambunctious

Appearance: Pretty, blonde hair that has light coffee coloured higlights. Blue eyes and fair skin. Hair is down to lower back // Chestnut coloured hair that reaches just below shoulder blades. Green eyes, fair skin. Dull blonde highlights.

Other: Sister to Anna. Loves to paint and draw. Loves art in general // Loves sport and reading. Sister to Kate

Kate sat in one of the armchairs in the library. She felt lonely, but she had her sketchpad with her. She began to draw and piant a beautiful picture of a picnic in the forest.

Anna kicked her beenbag ball from left foot to right. She continue this rhythm for ages. Left, right, left, right

 
Asher chuckled quietly to himself. "There's a lot that builds up inside of you when you don't let it out much. I was just minding my own business, by my locker, when some guy came up, decided he'd pick a bone with the girl who was at her locker, two down from mine. I mean, he caused a real scene, and he really hurt her, so I turned around and hit him. Several times. And so, here I am."

 
Asher smiled now, properly, amused. "No, I just don't like it when people are really nasty to each other. I don't care if they're male or female, black or white, blonde or brunette-- or redhead as the case may be," he paused to smirk at her slightly. "But the weird thing is, I don't care when someone is nasty to me, but if it's between two otherpeople, even if I've never even met them, I hate it." He shook his head, "It's okay; it's your pop-tart, I shouldn't."

 
Morgan smirked at the red-head comment. She realized Anna was talking to her, and got out of the trance she was in while talking to Asher. "Oh, I'm sorry, hi." she said, a bit flustered. She looked back at Asher. "No really, I have plenty for myself." She waved it in front of him playfully. "You know you want some!" she sang.

 
Asher smiled at the girl. Once he was into a conversation, and smiling, it was easier for him to socialise. "Hi there," he said to her, "I didn't see you come in, I'm sorry." To Morgan, he gave in. "Fine, fine!" He proceeded to break off a piece of her pop tart. "Thank you," he smiled somewhat crookedly, amused, before eating it.

 
"Sure. I don't see why not," Asher said, pulling out a chair for her. He finished his bite of Morgan's pop-tart and said, "It's possibly the best pop tart I've ever tasted. Thanks." He chuckled quietly.

 
"Of course it's the best pop-tart you've ever had. I gave it to you." Morgan said in a playful tone. She looked at Anna and said, "I, uhm like to sketch....and uh- paint..." Morgan looked back at Asher and challenged herself to look in his eyes. Once again, it was impossible. "How do you do that?!" she blurted.

 
Asher watched after Anna as she walked away, not really sure what it was all about. He was pretty sure he'd been nice enough. In any case, he turned back to Morgan and smiled again. "Well, that could just be the reason for it then," he chuckled. At her second comment, he smirked slightly. "Do what? I'm not doing anything. It's actually you; it's your mind telling you that my eyes-- I'm, of course, assuming that's what you mean, I get it a lot-- are an unnatural colour and therefore you must find it one of three things: Mysterious, attractive or, in your case, and most commonly, scary," he said. "I'm not really sure how it is that you could get used to it. Generally, my friends are people who don't mind them from the very beginning-- which is why I have almost none. But that's okay, I'll leave if you can't stand looking at them." He was joking, of course, but he tried to make it seem as serious as possible, so as to see how she would react.

 
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