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[Foxx Hammond]

<sup>'My god, don't even!' The girl ahead of Foxx in the food lineup exclaimed to her friends as her hands flew everywhere in wild gestures. Obviously, a major prep. Really, Foxx had no problem with the different types of people in school. Some were always happy, while other's were depressed and alone, and he wished he could help them all become a bit more normal. But then it occured to him that really... he's the one who needed help. People usually steered away from in the mall when they saw his bright coloured hair, taking it as a sign of a trouble maker; which he is at times, but, in truth, he's generally a good kid. He just likes to be different. But at that exact moment, he got a little agrivated. For one, he hated line ups. And second of all, 'do not even' doesn't make sense, and the phrase simply annoyed him.

The girl's ahead of him continued to squeal with some form of delight, probably because one of them had just told them such a great story, judging from the crazy hand gestures she was using. The pink-haired boy sighed, clearly fed up with waiting in line for food. He patted his back pocket, finding his slim wallet. He took it out and checked to see how much cash he had on him. 'One buck... yay.' He thought, looking over at the little store. Buying something there would probably be better tasting and faster than standing here waiting for these girl's to control their laughter. 'They better take debit' His thoughts continued as he threw his tray back on the pile and walked brisky to the store, using his long legs to get him there quickily. Once inside he grabbed some chips, a box of bagel bites and a pop and went to the till, smiling at the older lady behind the counter and payed for his mediocre meal, apparently they did take debit, which was a plus.

Lucky for him, there were microwaves available, so Foxx put his bagel bites in there and set the time for three minutes. Pressing start, the boy watched the bright green numbers slowly count to zero. It always took longer when you were starving, annoyed, and watching your food slowly spin in a circle. 'DING!' The microwave made a sound when it finished, much to Foxx's appreciation. "Finally." He said, opening the door and checking if the cheese had melted, which it had, so he took his lunch and turned around, looking for a spot to sit. He went to his usual table, which was empty right now. He sighed as he sat down, lifting one of the bagels to his mouth and biting off a peice, nearly killing his mouth as he realized they were incredibly hot. 'Ow, ow, ow, f**k!' Foxx said, a bit too loudly, but he didn't care.</sup>

[Hayley]

If her hair could not get you stare, then her outfit most defiantly would. No Hayley did not /try/ and look as though she wanted attention. (Don’t get me wrong she lives it) but sometimes the way she’d dress goes back to the circus theory. Just …odd. The shirt she’d found at hot topic must have been like…years ago was worn on her back today. It was lake a swim suit in many ways. Slim fitting, and pretty. Ever so pretty. It had no sleeves therefore it was sleeveless and tied around in the neck with long neon orange and yellow rope. Half the shirt was a plan neon yellow color matching the strings and the other was a neon orange (matching Hayley’s famous hair). It was not out of the ordinary for her to where a tiny dark blue jeans skirt as well. Now; what would make this outfit Hayley? Oh let’s add some leggings. The leggings where matching the shirt though the yellow leg had black zebra stripes and the orange (a more dark shade) had red stripes. Along with black leather platform boots, this was all. Not so big on jewelry.

Now if I told you Hayley wasn’t judgmental then I would be lying. She was, and was extremely. The first thing Hayley does when she watches a person is judge on their appearance. If you looked like you hadn’t washed in forever, then you would not get a glance from Hayley. You’re a waist of her time, as Hayley put it. A big, waist. Hayley is never going to be seen with someone who would spend hours playing in mud, and seconds in the shower. Taking care of yourself was a major matter and if people didn’t want to, they could end up on the streets for all she could care. Of course, Hayley was hungry and had about five dollars in cash on her, in her skirt’s pocket. Hayley grabbed it as she waited in line, and noticed a prep talking and using hand gestures. “Shut up you idiotic piece of nuts” Hayley bellowed at her, and didn’t have the time or care to wait to hear the bratty girls response. She could stick it in her juice box and suck it. Hayley Williams giggled at her thought then walked into the food area. She picked up a salad, a pop, and some sun chips as she paid for food. Hayley needed to watch her weight. She was beginning to get fat.

Hayley thought she heard someone curse under their breath. Was she going insane? Loosing her mind? Hearing things? Hayley, ever since she was just an infant had a little case of stupid. Hayley always thought people where calling her, when they weren’t. Or talking about her when they weren’t. It was silly. Hayley knew it, but why in the name of hell would someone curse when they had a lunch period? Hayley slapped herself in the forehead with the hand that was full of the ‘food’. Hayley thought she was acting like such an imbecile. Why would she be so idiotic? For one, she swore at the preppy girl, and when she was not being monitored by a teacher her language needed a filter. Hayley saw cool looking hair. –Least I’m non the only one with wacky hair- She thought to herself glancing at him. He was cute, and nice looking. Plus he looked original. Hayley decided to go introduce herself properly. “Hello I’m Hayley Williams. New here. Need some help”?

[Foxx Hammond]

<sup>The male's mouth felt like it was on fire, and just as he thought of the word fire, a girl with what looked like fire ontop her head came up to him, introducing herself. He had to blink, he was imagining things, wasn't he? Most of the girl's around these parts wouldn't be seen with odly coloured hair like her's, so the hot food must have been getting at his brain. But upon closer examination, and a quick drink of his Sprite he bought at the store, he was able to realize that she indeed did have bright orange hair. 'd**n' Foxx thought to himself as he took a quick look at the rest of the girl's features, she was smokin', that was for sure. He was unable to hide a smile that came on his face, and would probably end up looking like a retard if he tried, so he let his natural grin spread across his mouth.

"Foxx Hammond, pleasure to meet such a devine girl like yourself." Okay, so the boy couldn't help but flirt just a bit. He had a natural tendency to compliment people. It wasn't like he was coming onto her too strongly, and if she thought he was, she'd have to get used to the idea of Foxx just being like that. "I nearly burned my freakin' mouth off." He explained, shrugging his shoulders and taking another swing of his drink, to get rid of that horrible feeling of having burnt your tongue. "Please, sit down." Foxx said, gesturing to a spot across from him. He was intrigued, to say the least. She looked.... interesting. Her choice of clothing was really unique, and he admired the way she could actually pull something like that off. She obviously had the right curves in the right places.

"So, I'm curious, where in the world did you find those leggings?" Foxx asked, hoping he wouldn't sound too stupid. He was interested, and he'd hadn't seen people wear leggings like that in a long time. And yes, Foxx was interested in clothes. He adored shopping, expecially with girls. They had better taste in clothes. He was also interested in hair. He loved playing with it, dyeing it, and generally seeing what he could force it to do.</sup>

[Hayley]

Hayley watched the male blink a common reaction within first witnessing Hayley’s riot on her head. Most people either laughed, or smiled, or blinked. Of course this male wasn’t any different. She never knew what quit was the problem with her, and her obsession with the color orange. Most woman had colors which fit them, and colors that even a chimp wouldn’t wear upon them. Hayley can rock the color orange and pink not so much. Why had Hayley began thinking about color? Well it was this mans hair. It was stunning and gorgeous. If the color pink did not look so awful on Hayley maybe she would have tried it sometime. Hayley looked at the mans smile and she returned it to him, the same gesture , the same time. Hayley examined him too, and he was sexy. ‘Wow’ she thought. ‘someone who has rad hair and someone who has a sexy ass to fit it. This right here must be my lucky day. If the rest of the men in this school has looks like that, there going to have to lock my up in an insane asylum. I’m going to go boy crazy.’ Hayley giggled at her thought, but did not like the fact no one said anything was funny and she was still laughing.

“Foxx. I must say I love that name on a male. Something about it is mystique, unique, and sexy. Anyway it’s a pleasure to meet you too my dear. I wasn’t sure if my hair had frightened you away or not. It seems most of the girls here one; have a laughing problem. Two; think my face is funny or three they just can’t accept the face that I have better hair then them.” Hayley giggled. Did she sound like a stuck up snob? Hayley sure hoped not. If the cute guy was being flirtatious so would she. Actually it seemed only natural. One of her biggest flaws, was hiding her opinions about people. If she liked them, Hayley would automatically flirt with the boy. Of course she had kept the secret of Bisexuality in her head, but never really leaned toward girls. In fact not at all had she had a relationship with a girl ever, not even a simple crush. So Hayley told people she was straight and no, she wasn’t really lying. “Well burning your mouth of isn’t smart.” Hayley remarked laughing a little as she did so. “Boy I’m glad there’s friendly people here.” She added looking at her orange nails. Hayley set her stuff down by him, and sat. “I will do sir” Hayley bellowed as if she where in the military.

“Wow these babies? At a Hot Topic Clearance sale online” Hayley added looking down at them. “I’m so glad you asked though. I know going shopping with a girl might be boring and all but interested maybe this weekend”? Hayley asked, as she looked at the popular people and gave a long huff. “I love to shop at the scene, emo , gothic stores. Though I don’t really label myself.” Hayley said pointing to the label of chips. "Where did you get your hair done"?

[Foxx Hammond]

<sup>Foxx grinned at the compliment to his name. Of course, he'd heard it all before. People always commented on how unique his name was, that they hadn't met a Foxx before, and that was if they even talked to him at all. Tons of people just ignored the pink-haired freak. He listened to her talk about the girls' problems, and laughed. It was true, they were probably all jealous. And Hayley's face was far from funny. It was cute, gorgeous in fact. "Ugg, tell me about it. They should really shut up once and awhile." Foxx said, rolling his eyes slightly. "And your face is great." He added, feeling a bit dumb about it. But he had to tell her so, he didn't want her thinking that people thought her face was ugly. But then again, by the look of things, it didn't seem like something like that would bother a girl like Hayley.

Foxx's laugh rose to a louder sound as her voice mocked the military. Wow, she was sure turning out to be a funny girl. The boy's eyes gleamed as he realized that he might have just found himself another friend. She then continued on to talk about her clothing, and Foxx's grin only got wider. "Girl, I'd adore going shopping with you." He said, accepting her offer. Yeah, she probably thought he was some kind of weird guy by now. Or gay. Many of the people Foxx met thought he was gay. He couldn't really blame them though. Pink hair, a half decent taste in clothing, a nice tan, and a love for shopping? He was much different from you're classic jockish, star quarterback type of highschooler boy. "Hah, labels? I wouldn't know what to label myself as." Foxx said, shrugging. Really, all he could think of as a generalization or classification of him was just Foxx. He was himself, and darn proud of it. He didn't mind that he wasn't on any of the sport teams, or incredibly good at a certain instrument, he just enjoyed trying new things.

"I get my hair done at this little boutique on the corner of this small little street in the middle of no where. It's called Tigers. The girl who owns it, Tiger, well she's an absolute doll." Foxx smiled, a picture of the short, slightly plump, middle age girl came into her mind. The last time the boy had seen her, she had her hair a bright, sky blue and cut short, it looked incredibly good on her. "Naturally, my hair's black. Before the pink and green, I had a complete rainbow ontop my head. Now that was a sight." He said, laughter spilling out of his mouth. "Where do you get yours done?"</sup>

[Hayley]

Hayley giggled randomly. Hayley knew she was going to end up crushing on this boy. She’d be his paramour, his secret lover. Hayley grinned in the happiness that she had in fact found a quick friend in this school of strangers. Maybe the whole school was like this, maybe it wasn’t. Hayley shrugged at her selected thoughts and wondered on how she had even go onto that subject. How did she get into that subject? Hayley was becoming a littler nervous around the preps. Preps had always teased her. It was another thing to tease someone and to like it, or just stating your own personal opinion. “Um are the preps always stuck up brats?” Hayley asked him halfway joking. If they could laugh at Hayley’s hair she could laugh at their awful personality. It was only fair. Between moments of talking Hayley looked and nodded at the people that where sitting next to them. She smirked as she bit into a sun chip. “Is it even possible to shut them up?” she question before taking another sun chip then offered the bag to Foxx wondering if he wanted any. “Really? Thanks. I like yours too. Last time I saw a face like that I typed ‘Angel’ in google” Hayley said flirtatiously. Hayley was glad this guy was polite, otherwise he would have totally have teased her about that dumb remark.

Hayley laughed loudly as if Foxx’s laugh was contagious. In fact she did not just think she found a friend she knew so. “Well im not going to lie to you buddy. I have an outstanding amount of energy withheld in me. I mean a lot! So I’ m going to need someone to keep me in line. Show me around. I want you!” Hayley pointed at Foxx as if she were uncle Sam on that ‘I want you’ poster. “Really you would go shopping with me? That’s totally kick ass man I mean kick ass!” She clapped at him not giving the least bit of care who watched her. Not even a little of Hayley’s attention. Of course it was probably not a good idea to come on obnoxious Hayley’s first day, but she was not going to pretend she was someone she’s not. After all, she had done that in middle school and completely hated it. But there was a chance this guy was gay but did it really matter? Hayley asked a question to herself. She had no room to talk, but couldn’t a guy be completely awesome and not be gay? Plus Hayley was not all of a sudden ask –Oh ya are you gay?—out of the blew. It was none of her business. “How bout labeling yourself as a competently good guy with rad hair”? Hayley chuckled. “Plus labeling is so dumb. Last time I checked people didn’t like being called a label of music. Hence Emo, but can you even be music?” Hayley croaked again. “Speaking of music do you like it? I’m the ‘lead singer’ as people call it. Idiotic people who don’t know what the word ‘Vocals’ means. But ya anyway. We’re not /that/ famous but maybe there’s a slim chance you’ve heard of us? We’re Paramore baby”! She yelled.

“Really? I will have to go check that place out. Chances are if you like that place I will too, and by the way you speak of her Tiger seems like a pretty cool girl. How old is she”? Hayley stated before finishing her can of soda pop. “I have to see a picture of that!” Hayley nodded smiling at him. “My hair was a long history. First I went to this mall in California and was like ‘I want dark red hair with blond bangs because I wanted this peppermint look for Christmas. The stupid teenager screwed it up and gave me orange bangs. I was so pissed then I came to like it. But it did not stand out enough so my friends and I went to this hot topic sale and bought yellow and orange hair effects. Mixed it in and ta-dah!” Hayley laughed pulling out a picture of when her hair was red from her tote bag. “Keep it. I have been trying to get rid of it for years”.

[Foxx Hammond]

<sup>Foxx wanted to laugh. He couldn't deny the urge to laugh at Hayley's obvious flirtatious remark comparing his face to an angel's. And of course, like many normal human beings, he highly doubted and completely denied the fact this face did look that of an angels. However, instead of teasing the new girl, he kept his thoughts to himself and heldback his laughing. He wanted to get to know her more, not scare her away. Of course, Foxx would normally laugh and make fun of his friend for saying such a retarded thing, but he didn't quite know Hayley that well yet. He grinned at what she said next, "You got me, and of course I'll go shopping with you." Foxx laughed at her over-enthusiastic clapping, but he liked it. She was amusing to watch, get to know, and he was basically feeding off her energy. "D.amn girl, what are you smoking? I gotta get myself some of that." He said, chuckling. He listened to her talk about music. Paramore.... Paramore? He'd never heard of it before. "Well, I've heard of you now. You've so gotta sing me something." Foxx was massive into music. He loved nearly all genre's, but his favourite was Techno, Emo, and Hard/Soft Rock. His iPod Touch was filled with all different types of bands, including some stuff he hated, but some of his friends liked it so he put it on there incase they wanted to have a listen. He was just so nice like that.

Foxx looked down at his bagel bites, which were getting cold as he was being preoccupied talking and listening to what Hayley had to say, and she sure had to say alot. So many people he first met were so reserved and quiet, not Hayley. She was so outgoing it was unbelievable. He loved learning about her. She was like a maze with a suprise at every turn. He stuffed a bite into his mouth, sipping at his drink. "Tiger? She's like 24 I think." He said, inbetween eating. Foxx smiled, accepting the picture of Hayley. F.uck, this girl was freaken sexy, Foxx couldn't help but think. She had a great body, and her hair was just completely... theres not even a word to describe it. And she wasn't just sexy on the outside either, it was inside too. Her personality shone and she seemed to be so happy. It was nice to be around someone that wasn't depressed.

Foxx half stood, pulling his wallet out of his backpocket, slipping the picture of Hayley into it. He then flipped through other pictures of him, family, and a couple friends till he found the picture of him with his hair all rainbowy. "There ya go." He said, throwing it on the table. He laughed as he looked at it, he looked so... odd. But he did right at that moment as well, it was just him. He didn't like blending into the crowd.</sup>

[Hayley]

Hayley blushed, as her cheeks matched her hair, well almost.“I’m sorry. I’m really bad at cheesy comments like that. Maybe I should keep watching the Pick up artist or something. I could be all ‘You smell so familiar’ or I could be all, ‘Wanna kiss me’ and when you say ‘no’ I could be like ‘I never asked you’ see how he words? I love Mystery he’s so cute. You watch that show”? Hayley asked finishing up her sentence she took a breath, yes she was hyper. She was also Hayley. Hayley was always hyper. “Ok that sounds so much fun! I mean I love shopping. I like to go look at good will or thrift stores. I get a lot of cool stuff, but I really don’t trust the store so I pro wash the clothing before I where it. I bet you could interesting nuts there. I’m for sure you could find these leggings and as you see what I where you’ll understand where my orange and bright yellow pants come from. I’m surprised I didn’t get my hair there.” Hayley laughed and shrugged. “I’m smoking ….what do you mean I never smoke”?

Hayley went on the defense right there. Hayley wasn’t going to tell him about her previous best friend names Pot. Although smoking Pot was something you tell friends, but new ones? Hayley debated frantically in her mind. Tell him? Don’t tell him? Hayley’s expression read that she was debating of course people could read her like a book. She wasn’t that hard to read. Her mother had always known when she was lying, so she probably wasn’t a trouble maker so it didn’t matter much? Ya right. Hayley was the biggest teenage wreck out there, and if she had not gotten expelled she would still be at her ghetto school. But faint was faint, and someone wanted her to meet Foxx. Hayley planned on being friends, possibly more someday with this boy. She decided to tell him. “Foxx um about all my energy I don’t go to star bucks often, or trust me I would be much hyper. She giggled. I am a pot smoker. Please don’t judge me on that though, I won’t ever offer you any. I have almost stopped im serious. I just have a few months..” She bellowed to him quietly. She wasn’t even sure if he had heard her or not. Hayley too was a music freak. “Well, I’m a bit old school I don’t have an Ipod yet.” Hayley dug threw her bag and grabbed a CD case. Withheld in the case was a white CD that looked like it had been burned and it had. Hayley handed him the CD that in red marked ‘Riot’ and giggled. “I plan on getting one though very soon. Anyway take a listen to us. We’re planning on taking over the world someday” Hayley handed him too, the walkman and smiled when she offered him to listen.


“Oh my gosh! Twenty four is so young. I have to meet her Foxx. We, I mean all three of us could hang out sometime. Wouldn’t that be fun? WOULDN’T IT BE FUN” Hayley giggled, as she yelled. ”You look so cute fox I mean gorgeous” Hayley smirked as she got Jeffery star’s song ‘Plastic surgery slumber party’ stuck in her head. Oh my gosh. Do you like J. Star”?