.Unraveling.

[DJ]

Estee, suddenly over excited to show him the art, took Daniel’s hand and lead him through the house quickly, up to her room on the second story of the house. Not seeing Hope, she assumed she was still in the barn working horses for the night. It wasn’t even 6:30 yet.

Her room wasn’t the neatest, or very fitting for her style or likes. With the pale colored carpet and walls, even her bed was covered with light colored sheets and a pink comforter. Very un-Estee-like. The floor was beginning to get covered in band shirts, graphic tees, skinny jeans, the occasion pair of Converse, but thankfully, she hadn’t left any other articles of clothing around. Thank God. The full sized bed in the middle of the room was concealed with piles of books, her laptop and messenger bag, towers of CDs, magazines, and a large guitar case.

She’d been trying to organize the items she’d thrown in her closet when she’d first moved in, but had to leave everything out scattered on the bed when it was time for the trail ride with Daniel earlier today.

She bit her lip, pushing the guitar case over, trying to make room for Daniel to sit on the bed, because the chair in the corner of the room was covered as well. Inviting him to sit down, she walked over to the dresser and pulled out a large folder from behind it. Estee went to the bed, sitting next to Daniel and opened the folder pulling out a few of the top sketches and handed them to him. “Like them?” she asked eagerly as soon as she handed them to him, before he ever got a real chance to look at them.

Although she hadn’t shown them to many people, anyone she showed them to seemed entranced and obsessed with the random sketches of equines, animals, landscapes and people. She had to say... if someone didn’t find the sketches good, she would have been awkwardly upset and discouraged and she would have very surprised because they truly were good.

It was then she somehow noticed how close they was sitting on the bed. Her thighs were touching his and it was a bit awkward, but she would have felt weird to slide across the bed, away from him, as there wasn’t much room to begin with. So she stayed, glad it was this hip rather than the other side. As soon as it she remembered the ride today, the fall popped into her mind, the pain somehow came back into her hip now that she was thinking about it. She was too distracted before, but she noticed it now and it hurt.

She stood up from the bed, lifting up the corner of her shirt from her hip and revealing half of a yellow-blue bruise beginning to form on the area of trauma. Her mouth shifted to one side of her face, in a confusion of some sort, but then curved into a tiny smile, almost finding the awkward fall funny now that it was over.

[D E M O N //]

Daniel followed Estee into Hope's house. He looking around Uncomfortably. He had never really had any friends, meaning that he was not used to being at anyone elses house. And anything was better then his. Honestly, there was crap all over the floor. Anyone else might have thought that a tornado went through it. And honestly, thats what it looked like. But he didn't mind, he would just never want anyone else to set foot in the tiny little studio with barely enough room to walk manuver.

What little room there was was full of horse stuff. Anything and everything. Sure, most of it was at the barn, but he seemed to keep everything. Daniel was naturally a very sentimental person, and didn't get rid of anything, because it all brought back memories. Slung over the back of the only chair actually on it's feet was a purple halter, that happened to be Dose's first. It was things like these that made the entire house smell like horse, But Daniel wasn't it made him feel at home. But because he was so used to it stepping into anyone else's house made him feel like he was in a muesam.

As they entered Estee's room he let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. This felt more like someplace that someone could live in. As they sat down on the bed and she showed him her drawing he couldn't help his jaw from dropping just a bit. "Wow, these are stunning!" Daniel wasn't easily impressed, but these drawing were amazing.

"Ouch, that looks nasty!"

[DJ]

"Thank you." Her voice wasn't overly bubbly, but her lips curled into an actual noticeable smile. Maybe she could paint something for him at sometime. Of Dose. That'd be nice of her. Not like I have anything else to do on my spare time. And she really didn't. After helping Hope with the stalls in the morning, finishing classes, and working Glow, she'd never been done later than noon. That left her with plenty of time for.... not much. But reading, art, attempting to clean, although she was terrible at it.

[back to where I left my last post XD]

"Yeah," she shrugged. After poking it once, she looked up again. "I actually can't really feel it. Kinda numb, but it really doesn't hurt as bad as it looks." Another 'thank god' on her part.

"Oh," really random, but that's how Estee was. "I know you're new to the area, but do you have any idea if there's a mall around here? Or any clothes shopping centers?" She wanted to go to a Hot Topic. She'd most likely ask Hope to take her, but if there were none around. That ruined the plan. She wasn't a huge fan of shopping, but she really needed something. It was almost summer and she'd left half of her older clothes at her older home. Which stunk because she had about a months worth of clothes. Which may have sounded like a lot, but if they were all fit for the month of December, it really wasn't a lot.

She traveled back to the bed, sitting not quite as close this time. Trying to mind space wasn't always a bad thing.

[D E M O N //]

"No idea," Daniel had no idea what was around here, or for that matter did he really care. He knew enough to find his way to the barn and then home again, but that just about summed it up. Discovering where the mall was was on the bottom of his list, as shopping had never exactly been his thing, he had been wearing the same clothes for the past few years and this was unlikely to change. The only stores he had stepped in in the past eight months was a music store, a book store, and of course a grocery store. Other then that, he might get a new tee at a concert, but that was just about it.

Running his hand through his hair he rackd his brain for something to talk about, but nothing came. Damn, he was really bad at this whole conversation thing, but what was he going to do about it? After all, it seemed unlikely to change, and certainly not anytime soon.

[DJ]

She nodded, staring down. Maybe she'd asked the wrong question. The teenager coughed lightly. The silence wasn't as uncomfortable as it had been, but she really wasn't sure what else to say.

Music was the only thing that popped into her mind. He didn't seem like he'd judge her from it... Many people hated Estee, or made fun of her for the music she liked. She always hated getting judged for what type of music she liked. It was a common battle against society. Little did Estee know that Daniel was wearing the shirt of one of her favorite bands, but the sweatshirt was covering it up, and she was somehow oblivious to it.

She was usually overly observant, but tonight, her mind was acting weird, and looking at shirt graphics were not on the top of her list of 'things to do'.

"So, what kinda of music do you like?" she asked him, as her teeth closed on her lip.

[D E M O N //]

"Rock, Thousand Foot Krutch, Korn, Linkin Park."

He spilled the first bands that came to mind, and the ones that were most known. He had a lot more then just those three bands on his ipod, but she really didn't need to hear the whole list, because that could have them there for hours of him just listing off songs. And he did not want to talk for that long. Not that he didn't like Estee, and for the first time with anyone he actually enjoyed spending time with her, but the antisocail teen was not prepared to sit there listing bands for three hours.

"You?"

He figures that she listened to My Chemical Romance seeing as the were on his shirt. Wow, he actually noticed. That was a first, honestly, he wasn't even sure what shirt he was wearing. He was probably the most unobservant person in the world. It wasn't even funny. He never noticed anything. It had gotten him into quite a bit of trouble previously.

[DJ]

An eyebrow rose in interest. "Me too. And My Chemical Romance. And Fall Out Boy. Panic at the Disco. And Skillet. Green Day." She shrugged, shutting up. She didn't have time to list everything. Estee had so many songs that she listened to. And that was the only song by that artist that she listened to. She really didn't have time to list them off.

And this was cool. Estee didn't think he would, but she was always afraid that she would be unliked because she listened to a certain type of music. But listening to the same music Daniel did helped. Although even if she listened to rap, ewwwww, Daniel wouldn't really care. And he had no reason to care. But getting judged on music always sucked. It really did.

Although she wasn’t into fighting, Estee once slapped a girl. She remembered the other female was telling her off. Her looks, likes, life and of course her 'emo' music. She was making fun of it all. It ended with a slap across the face from Estee and the other girl started crying. And Estee’d ended up crying as well, but that’s while she was at home later that night, mad at herself for hurting the other girl. And Estee’d punished herself by cutting her wrists. She cut herself often for many different reasons, but that was a common one. She was glad she’d gotten out of it. Although she still had cravings, she’d found a way to stop and was happy of it.

The thought made her finger her studded bracelet and other wrist garb again. She wished she'd never started.