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[Julian]

Lav [I hate the psychiatrist] wrote: ""Or are you just saying that because I caught you trying to steal it?" Abby said, with her eyes closed."

He rolled his eyes. "Right. Because I would steal your backpack," he deadpanned.

[Elliott]

"I don't know you very well!" Abby snapped. "You could be taking my iPod or ruining my homework or doing any number of horrible things. People don't just get other people's things for them to be nice. It's not how life works."

[Julian]

He nodded. "Yeah, whatever." Matt chucked her backpack at her and walked off, face burning.

[Elliott]

Abby grabbed her backpack, feeling kind of bad, but she couldn't stop herself from making sure everything was in tact before her mind would settle down.

[Julian]

Matt walked home.

[Elliott]

Abby followed him, quietly.

[Julian]

Matt felt like he was being followed. He started panicking.

[Elliott]

Abby was hiding in a bush.

[Julian]

Matt walked a little faster.

[Elliott]

She watched until he turned a corner, and slid out, so she wouldn't be noticed.

[Julian]

He kept looking behind him.

[Elliott]

She turned the corner and saw him looking in her direction. She pretended to be watching the ground as she walked.

[Julian]

He narrowed his eyes when he saw her. "Are you following me?"

[Elliott]

She pretended not to hear him and kept walking, slowly.

[Julian]

He walked up until he was staring right in front of her and repeated his question.

[Elliott]

"It depends on your definition of follow," Abby said to the ground.

[Julian]

He suddenly felt very, very angry. "What the hell? So you accuse me of stealing your backpack, and then you follow me?"

[Elliott]

She didn't say anything. It sounded somewhat insane when he put it that way. Not that she would've put it any differently. It just sounded better in her head.

[Julian]

He stormed off.

[Elliott]

She sat down on the curb.

[Julian]

Matt turned back for a moment. "So...why were you following me?"

[Elliott]

"Because I wanted to find out where you lived," she said. Oh, way to sound creepy, Abby.

[Mandy]

YOU GUYS ARE STILL FREAKING UP ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

[Elliott]

((NO I WENT TO BED AT ONE AND WOKE UP JUST NOW BECAUSE I NEEDED MORE PAIN MEDICINE, DER.))

[Mandy]

((OKAY, JUST DOUBLE CHECKING. HEY, ME TOO. EXCEPT NO PAIN MEDICINE....

[Elliott]

((WOAH THAT IS QUITE COOL. Yeah, I decided to crash a few minutes after you did. MY FACE HURTS LIKE FREAKING HECK.))

[Mandy]

((YES, THAT IS. *nods* YEAH, THAT MAKES SENSE. AWH, I'M SORRY. *hugs Lav's face again*))

[Elliott]

((*hugs Mandy back and tries not to scream*))

[Mandy]

((D'aw.))

[Julian]

Lav [I hate the psychiatrist] wrote: ""Because I wanted to find out where you lived," she said. Oh, way to sound creepy, Abby."

He nodded. "Yeah, that makes me feel so much better," he said sarcastically.

[Elliott]

"I'm sure it does," Abby said in a snotty voice. "Now I can come kill you."

[Julian]

He ignored her and walked off.

[Elliott]

Abby frowned at herself.

[Julian]

Suddenly he turned and looked at her. "You know, at least I have a sort of rational fear. We're all going to die eventually. But not everyone is out to get you," Matt yelled and continued storming off.

[Elliott]

"You say that, but you have no way to prove that it's true," Abby said, loudly.

[Julian]

"Touche," he called back.

[Elliott]

"And you most likely aren't going to die until you're old, anyways," she added.

[Julian]

"I know."

[Elliott]

"So why are you scared of it?"

[Julian]

"I don't know, why are you scared of everyone?"

[Elliott]

"Reasons."

[Julian]

"Did something actually happen to you or...?"

[Elliott]

"Middle schoolers are vicious people," Abby shrugged. So are older brothers.

[Julian]

"Yeah, they are. Do you...want to talk about it or something?"

[Julian]

((Whoa, what did Ben do?))

[Elliott]

((Just left. It freaked her out. Nothing baaad. Which is why she didn't say it out loud because she didn't want Matt to freak out. *nods*))

"You're a middle schooler," Abby said. "Who tried to steal my backpack." She smiled a little.

[Julian]

((Ah.))

He smiled a little in return. "Right. And you're a middle schooler. Who stalks people."

[Elliott]

"Which is why neither of us can be trusted," Abby nodded.

[Julian]

He nodded back.

[Elliott]

"Do you even have any friends? I always see you alone."