“Eh, nothing wrong with being a lunatic. We’re even more fun than the average human.” She joked, giving the girl a small smile. She didn’t look too comfortable sitting out here, but Emmy didn’t want to ask her if anything was bothering, thinking that she probably wouldn’t want to talk about it if it were. She figured if it were bugging the girl enough, she’d spill when she wanted to.
“Couple nights a week. Used to be just the nights when my parents were home, but I don’t live there anymore. It’s just a tough habit to break.” She said, looking down at her hands, and messing with her nails. She hated the thought that her parents used to be able to run her out of her own house. She was more than glad that she wouldn’t have to deal with that anymore. Living with Vee took such a big weight off her shoulders and she was thankful to have him in her corner. She needed him so much more than she ever let on to.
Rocket laughed softly at the other girl’s joke, “Well yeah, everyone else just has to pretend they’re normal. Tell yourself you’re a lunatic? You can do whatever you want.” She leaned back into the bench, looking up at the tops of the trees and the glow of the stars as she spoke. It was nice out here, and she understood why Emmy liked it.
"Where you living now?" she asked. There were times when she loved her parents and family to death, but Rocket was your average teenager, so of course there were times when she wasn’t quite as fond of them. Tonight definetly was one of those times, so the idea of moving out sounded appealing. Not having to deal with people all the time. Being her own person. Honestly, it sounded like a pretty good set up. Only thing was, was that she would want it to make some sort of an impact, but she had the feeling it would just be her living the way she did now, still feeling unwanted and not good enough, just in an emptier house.
“Well, don’t you look perturbed? Did I interrupt your alone time?” He joked, looking down at the girl. If he said so himself, she was absolutely gorgeous. Even with the death stick in her mouth and the dark of the night clinging to her, he could tell that she was beautiful. He had only seen her a handful of times, but knew enough to know that she was feisty. Not really one to be messed with. Or, so it appeared to be.
“You know, smoking gives you cancer. It’s bad for you, shouldn’t do it.” He said as he pulled his own pack out and lit a cigarette, sticking it between his lips, and taking a drag. He probably looked pretty hypocritical, but he didn’t care. He could smoke all he wanted, but that didn’t mean he was going to stand around while the people around him killed their lungs with the tar-filled death sticks.
"Why else would I be out here this late? Save for the fact that I’ll be strung up if I were to do this," she shook the cigarette, making a gesture to it, "in the house," She sighed slightly, looking up at him staring down at her. It was weird, but she wasn’t minding it all that much. At least he wasn’t prying as to why she was out so late.
"Yeah, you sound like my brother," she said, before smirking a bit as he pulled out his own pack, "You know what else you sound like? A bit of a pietist. Saying don’t smoke, and then pulling out your own. And besides, everything kills you eventually, why single out one thing?” She tugged at the hem of her sleeve, with the hand that didn’t have the cigarette in it. Her brother would definetly not be happy to find burns on his sweatshirt.
Emmy sat her guitar into it’s case slowly, looking over at Rocket. She had seen her a few times before, whenever the girl would be at Vee’s, so she was glad that it was someone she recognized instead of someone she didn’t know. She blushed when Rocket said she had a nice singing voice. She didn’t take compliments well, never knowing how she should respond. She had always been so self-conscious when it came to singing, but she was glad that at least the person who had caught her singing was someone she knew.
“Thank you.” She mumbled, closing the guitar case, and scooting over so that Rocket could sit down if she wanted to. “What are you doing out at this time? I thought I was the only lunatic that came out here this late.” She said, giving the girl a small smile. She had promised Vee that she would attempt to be nicer, especially to his friends, and she didn’t want to break her word to him.
"Just another lunatic, I guess," she mumbled quiety, walking over and taking the seat left open for her. She wasn’t exactly sure what to say next, but she knew Emmy was close friends with Vee, so at least it was someone she sort of knew. She wasn’t going to have to introduce herself, or explain who she was, but it wasn’t someone who was close enough to be worried about why she was out at this time.
"Do you come out here a lot?" she asked, figuring it would be the nice thing to do, and not leave the poor girl hanging on some meaningless muttering. She could try for a little while, to keep the act of her old self up again, at least for a little while. And Emmy wouldn’t know if she messed up a little, so there wasn’t as much pressure that she would notice that something was wrong.
Spider kept his eyes on the ground and his pack of cigarettes in his hand. His mother had pissed him off enough for the night and he was ready to get the hell away from the house. He could barely deal with his mother when she was sober, dealing with her drunk was something that he wasn’t even going to try right now. He would leave that up to her girlfriend. They were too sickeningly sweet anyway.
He saw Rocket a few yards in front of him when he looked up. She was smoking, which he thought was a terrible habit, and wondered why so many people smoked. He knew why he smoked; It pissed his mother off, and that was enough for him to do it until she screamed and took away his pack of smokes.
He raised a hand and waved to Rocket, giving her a small smile. He hadn’t talked to the girl very much before and thought this would be a great time to start. If anything, he may as well get to know the little sister of the bassist of his band’s biggest competition.
Rocket wanted to grimace, but forced a smile onto her face. She wasn’t really in the mood for a ‘get to know you,’ conversation, or any conversation, but it looked like that was what she was in for. She gave a small nod, as a return to his wave, and looked up at him, trying not to come off as rude, before the pressure of the eye contact got too much, and she returned her gaze to the sidewalk.
She inhaled again, and then watched the smoke that she blew out, following the patterns it made in the air with her eyes. Trying to focus on anything else, besides the tall boy standing next to her. Rocket had always known she wasn’t particularly tall, but never really liked the feeling of smallness she got when someone was standing over her.
When she realized that he wasn’t going away, and that the conversation was really going to happen, she looked up again. It was only a glance, before it was gone. “Hey,” she said, softly, before placing the cigarette at her lips again.
“I lose myself, I forget myself; Sometimes I fault myself. I might fight myself, but then I make amends. I freeze myself, rain on myself. Ok, so I stone myself. And, I might even find myself, but then again, what happens if I do? So unzip my pride, open me wide; So I can show this to you.” Emmy sang the words that she had loved so much as a child and strummed the guitar cords rhythmically, her voice echoing through the trees in the park. She didn’t like to sing for anyone, especially not if she didn’t know them well, so she would always sneak out here when she wanted to play. Steven probably wouldn’t like that, though. He was always complaining about never hearing her sing. This was the one thing that she had done for years. She loved sitting out here in the night, playing guitar and singing. She knew her parents would find her here, if they even came looking for her, so it was the perfect spot to play.
Her breath caught in her chest when she heard the sound of footsteps on the soft, wet grass. She had no idea who else would even want to come out here in the middle of the night, and frankly, she wasn’t so sure that she wanted to find out. Whoever it was had probably heard her playing, and that was what terrified her the most. She hated playing for people and the thought that someone may have heard her made her feel nauseous. She pulled her knees up to her chest and leaned against the back of the park bench, holding her guitar close to her chest, and staying still. If anyone was coming out here, it was more than likely that they wanted to be alone, just like she wanted, and she didn’t want to startle whoever it was.
Rocket slowly walked across the grass. It was late enough that there was already some dew on the grass, but not early enough to be morning. She has been wandering around all night, aimlessly, simply because she didn’t feel like heading back yet. That’s when she heard music, a soft voice singing, and a guitar accompanying it. She smiled, music had always been comforting, even when she didn’t know where it was coming from, although, she vaguely recognized the voice.
As she came around the corner of a tree, the music stopped abruptly, and she cautiously took the next few steps. She slipped her hands into the pockets of her jeans, as she poked her head around so she could see who it was, and lightly smiled when she spotted Emmy. ”You’ve got a good voice,” she commented, walking over to the other girl.
Rocket needed to get outside. She had been spending too much time in her room, and eventually someone was going to notice she was missing. Even if she didn’t want to, even if it was late, she just had to get outside. Besides, her mother would kill her if she smoked inside. Hell, she would kill her if she knew she smoked outside, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. She threw one of her brothers sweatshirts over her usual get up of some box cut tee shirt and jeans. She made sure that the sleeves completely covered her arms, and slipped a pack of cigarettes into her pocket, along with her lighter, before folding her arms across her chest, and walking down the stairs.
She didn’t even bother to scribble down a note and just walked straight out of the door into the cool spring night air. As soon as she was far enough away from the house, she pulled out the pack and lit one, knowing here she would be safe from her parents prying eyes, and her brother’s disapproving glances. Funny how he would tell her she shouldn’t be smoking or drinking, right before asking her to pass the item in question over to him. Right now she didn’t want to deal with anyone, much less her family, but that’s when she saw the familiar silhouette approaching. It’s not that she had a problem with Spider, she didn’t have too much a problem with anyone really, but she just didn’t want to be around people right now, so she turned and inhaled the smoke, hoping he would pass her by.