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Jay Jay looked up, and nodded, "Yeah," he said, taking his headphones off and putting his iPod away. "You?" He even surprised himself that he was actually being nice to someone, but he ignored his own surprisement and twiddled his drumsticks in his hands. "Learnt when I was nine," he said, playing a beat absentmindedly on his thighs. "Jay Jay," he said, holding out his hand.
Jeremiah smiled at the boy who has just introduced himself. "Jeremiah is the name. I don't play really. I can play guitar though. And Bass. Not crazy good though." He explained. Jeremiah shook the boys hand. Well he seemed alright. "I am more of a singer than anything." Quote:
He struggled to not groan as he marched, begrudgingly, towards their room, trailing a good ten feet behind the group. Jeremiah. The one he thought most likely to call for group hugs and hold hands and sing Kumbaya. He felt a vicious loathing for his parents as he slipped into his room and unpacked his bag. Why had they sent him here?
Maybe Coheed would go out for a while. Everyone had seemed to retreat to their rooms or spread outside. It was safe now wasn't it? She put down her ar book and then got off her bed. Walking to the door her boots made a light thumping noise, her wrist jingled from the clashing of metal. When she opened to the door the boy from the room across of her was walking in.
He doesn't seem... that bad. Coheed thought. Which really meant that she actually found him rather attractive. But affection? What use was that to her? The last person she showed love to tried to eat her.
So with a small blush across her pale skin Coheed decided to walk the halls.