|Believe| in /Me\ {Darren}

Jinx helped the girl to her feet and allowed her a few moments to brush the snow off of her pants. He still felt bad about knocking her over, but hey, what was done is done just like he said two years ago in the hospital. He was just about to invite her to come to eat with him as an apology, until she abruptly spoke and mentioned that her name was Amber. Jinx was about to ask the question that was on his mind, until he realized that he himself had a question to answer. Ugh, I'm so fucking scatterbrained this afternoon, it's not even fucking funny.

Jinx nervously ran a hand through his hair at the side of his head, wondering what to say. He could imagine himself taking his voice up into a higher notch and sarcastically saying Such a good question Amber. I was like, stabbed in the chest three times two years ago, I recently just got out of the hospital for attempted suicide, and now I burn and cut myself everyday! My life is fun. Rolling his eyes at himself and his usual snarky thoughts, he looked down at the snow - covered ground and thought up what to say about himself.

In the end, he just decided to go with the basics. Just regular stuff that regular people would talk about.

Jinx jokingly put a hand to his chin, making a 'hmm' noise as he did so. Well, I don't usually go, so would that count as a sometimes? A yes? A no? Why does everything have to be so complicated with me? All three of those answers were pretty much correct anyway, so he acknowledged that he could say any of the three. He would have chosen yes, because sometimes he would go there to stab a dummy to let out some steam and not take his frustrations out on his arms. He would have chosen no, because hell, he barely ever went. He probably went maybe twice a week or so. To be honest, Jinx really didn't care if he lived or died anyway, so he didn't exactly try his hardest to train. So, with the combination of yes and no in his hands, he decided to just say sometimes and he actually couldn't believe he had a mental battle over what he should say.

Following the red-headed girl into the restaurant, he curiously watched her as she placed herself at a table beside a window and dreamily looked outside. The light of the morning glistened against her eyes, giving them a slight joyous feel to her entire face, but he couldn't tell if she was happy because of the frolicking children, or because of the black-haired boy that had accompanied her to eat. If the result was the former, he didn't exactly know what he would think of except for Why would she be happy to be around a miserable person like me? She should surround herself with happy people instead of the deadbeat people that only take joy in hurting themselves.

Taking a seat across from her as she looked at the boys and girls that played with each other in the morning sunlight, he observed them with slight distaste that he hoped she didn't see. Children... they can only grow up to be miserable like me... It wasn't that Jinx had a vendetta against children because of something they did to him or anything, he just didn't want them to grow up and discover that the happy kingdom of childhood wouldn't last. After discovering this at a young age, he slowly grew a particular disliking towards them, but he didn't put all of his energy into hating them. Briefly looking over at Amber, he momentarily wondered why she seemed to enjoy watching the children play at the park nearby.

Jinx's train of thought was disturbed by the clicking of sandals throughout the room. Slightly jumping, he tore his eyes away from the active playground and to the end of the table where a skinny girl with blonde hair stood, a notepad and pen in her hands. Her high pitched voice that irritated him to no end rang out as she asked him and Amber what they would like. Her annoying, high voice almost made him want to slap her and tell her to shut up, but he didn't want Amber to think he was a jackass. She deals with them everyday, according to what she said.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and the sound of a smirk escaped his mouth. Looking down at his hands for a moment just as he does with his feet, he lifted his eyes back up at Amber, a full smile on his face.

One of the most foreign things that Jinx could ever do formed at the corners of his mouth. He never did smile too much, so the action that his lips threatened to perform felt very odd to his cheeks. Licking his lips, almost about to speak, he twirled the chopsticks in the bowl of noodles as a momentary distraction. Wow... I think I'm flattered. Am I alright? Am I sick? Jinx almost wanted to put a hand to his forehead to make sure he wasn't sick and just hearing things, but by the way her lips moved, it matched up with what she said.