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Where the crap did he go? Abby wondered, biting her nails. I really hope he's okay. She wasn't sure why she cared so much. She barely knew him, he just seemed... he was... she wasn't sure what he was. She just wanted him to be okay. There are plenty of ways people could injure or humiliate him in the short amount of time.

But the thought was already there, and there was no avoiding it. Instead, he walked faster.
((Oh my gosh. Thanatophobia must be so terrible, because there's no escaping it.))
Someone bumped into her and she froze up again. It was an accident. This isn't your old school. Chill. She blinked and kept walking.

"You...um..." She closed her eyes, but instead of calming down she just saw an image of Josh grabbing her arm and dragging her outside, shoving her into the mud.
She shook her head. "I need... alone... can't do school... not yet." She just wanted to go back to Ben's apartment and lock herself in his room and never come out.
Then she remembered. He'd been freaking out earlier and she had to... ask him. She had to know it he was okay but she had to leave but... "Are you okay?" she asked really fast.
She wasn't sure if he meant would she be okay if they went somewhere or would she be okay alone. Either way, she'd have to be since she always ended up calming down eventually. She just nodded.

((He should totally do what you're supposed to do with OCD and go to wherever has the highest number.))

((OCD is all about control, right? So, what you're supposed to do is things that your OCD highly dislikes until it stops freaking out and live with it. And so my mother's training is telling me to take Matt to a very lethal place. :P))
"Unfortunately, my therapist stopped letting me use those as part of my recovery plan, so those might be out."
"Maybe," Abby blushed. "Well, it wasn't really a padded room. It was just this white room that didn't let any noise in and... I'm going to stop talking now."

"That's not fun," Abby said. "Who wants to acclimate anyways? Bouncing off the walls seems much more awesome."
The hall was completely empty. "If you want to go, should we go before some teacher sees us and orders us back to class?" Abby was calmed down now, but she still didn't feel like staying in school.
She followed him and shoved out the image of following Brooke and asking why she didn't like me anymore. Matt wasn't like those kids. Matt was different. She was safe with him. Most likely. Hopefully.
She wished she had her camera so she could steal his smile, but she'd left it back home when she ran away to Boston.
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Matt finally calmed down a little and walked to his next class. But. First he had to check on Abby. So he looked for her, trying to avoid the taunting numbers of these hallways, which he had memorized.
((Yep. :)))