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"Well that depends, do you fancy magicians?" His tone was joking, but Evan couldn't be sure he wouldn't go out of his way to learn magic if she were to say yes. "As for dreams.... Well I can't say that I have one exactly. I'm sort of... just playing whatever tune the universe sings me. Pun intended. I don't really think my talent will bring me anywhere, its like a hobby to me. But the world has a funny way of throwing you curve balls, so... lets leave it at we're young, and I've given shit thought into my future." He gave a halfhearted laugh.

"What about you though? You have any plans with your skills? You're quite good from what I've heard you play. Way more approachable when working the strings over the tazer."


(we will ignore how short this one waw)

Evan silently watched Arabella as she attempted to blabber out an apology. The second hand embarrassment he felt for her was monstrous. Honestly he may have been better off with her attitude. The stuttering was an immensely horrifying touch as well. Yet entertaining on some level. He coughed out a laugh. Or more so, laughed out a cough. "Please stop right there and save us the torment, It's well water under the bridge. If...well water travels that far that is. I assume it would. Anyways, if its an evening chaperone you're after, to chase away unease, god forbid the danger lurking, you could have just said so. Though I don't suspect anyone would be stupid enough to try you and your pocket friend. I'm quite sure the tazer is enough, Bella, though I'm quite flattered."

He took a moment to compose his amusement as he gave a go of her un-favored nickname. Even more a moment to disguise his utter excitement & pleasure when she'd mentioned being a student at his campus highschool aswell.

"I'm not sure how stereotypical you deem me exactly, but I'm certainly not going to offer you my arm in gentleman-ship, especially after that near death experience. Sha'll we then?"
He smiled taking a step forward, gesturing for her to lead the way.
"Where to exactly? We'll talk of the school on our way.
I'm a guitarist by the way. He thought for a minute, before deciding to add. "& a singer. Which is why I, too, was accepted rather quickly & last minute at that. Because I'm just that good."

You're talking to someone who did 5-6 sentences max before you

Thank the heavens, she's normal on some magnitude of the world. Evan Couldn't help the smirked that slipped on at her sudden claim to not call her bella. He hadn't even suggested it, but now he was tempted to call her Bella just to see what reaction it would pull from her.
Then again... she almost tazed him for simply existing. Arabella. That name just sounded exotic to him; he replayed it a few in his mind.
"Right, so just Ara then? Just teasing, both are shit shortage for a lovely name.
& yes, Stereotypes are often depictions of perfection." He didn't mention how stereotypically aggravating her improper Slang, as people call it, was. Nor did he acknowledge any longer how perfect she appeared at the moment, however, did note the change in presentation. Perhaps she suffered ill of Bi-polar disorder.

"Suppose my attraction makes up for my own introduce, then? I'm starting to understand your means to protect yourself, if only by a centimetre. However could you trust a man to not steal your face, when he's practically thrown his own at you but not his name? Ignore the joke in there, I suppose my own identity doesn't matter, as long as yours is safe?" He studied her a bit before looking into their surroundings. How odd would this look in anothers perspective? London was always jam-packed at every hour, but for two strangers having the most bizarre introduction in a deserted downtown. If Arabella were to not return home by sunrise, he'd surely be in the papers for kidnapping, should someone see them. "For starters, as well as the sake of not skipping any steps, my name is Evan."

He questioned if he should mention his reason to be here. Arabella appeared to be around his age, but it wasn't rare to have baby-face despite your true age. She could very well be in her late 20's, and not fancy the idea of talking with such a young boy. Then again, why should he care? He'd barely met the girl, & shouldn't miss a stranger if they were to part now and never speak again. Then again.... Something didn't allow him to sit with the idea for long.
Thinking too far off the trail, he decided to go with honesty.
"I just moved here a day or two ago." He waved his hand dismissively, hoping to nonchalantly blow past her questions.
"Heard there was a campus school here for aspiring musicians, such as myself." For some ungodly reason, he couldn't put together the possibility that remains with the bass on Arabellas back. "Figured I'd try something spontaneous for my last year of highschool." He added, hoping that could possibly change her view, if she were to be older. He noted she never answered his first question of her age. He refrained from asking again. Arabella. Whatever the outcome, he decided he would keep the name vivid to memory no matter. How? He hadn't decided but he'd figure it out.

{It doesnt matter, he finished speaking, she can answer however she likes. Realistically speaking.}

Evan staggered for a response, 'I- You...What?!' He was well aware of the amendments, but for tapping a bloody shoulder? That seemed a bit like a stretch to him. "Well excuse me indeed, I wasn't aware tapping a shoulder and asking a question, In a rather soft tone might I had, was an indication of any danger." This girl was truly baffling.

Letting his sensative emotions disintegrate, he ran his finger's through his hair as he took in her appearance while she played catch with her weapon before putting it away. She was quite pretty. Or perhaps it was simply the sun's departing giving the girl a stunning golden hour glow. The kind that could be fantasized far too much to be real. How poetic of me. He mentally scolded himself & shook his head, once again, for admiring the crazed lunatic who almost tazed him for saying hello. "It would seem we're skipping proper introduction then? ...Actually it seems way too late for that. Clearly you couldn't tell from my rather attractive, and pleasantly exquisite accent, that I'm from England? I suppose I do belong in a more higher class scenary. With these looks, I'm not sure ordinary citizens could stand straight. Revisiting proper introductions on that notion, your name please? Or do you feel I'm a threat to your identity as well as your safety?"

Evan couldn't deny he was rather fond of this strange girls appearance. She really did look as if she could have walked right out of a description from modern aesthetics opinion of perfect. To think run on sentences can be thoughts as well. The hair, the clothes, the instrument, everything aside from when she opened her mouth, all complimented by the glaze of the fading sun. It was lovely, and inspiring, and mesmerizing at once. Evan decided he would blame the sunset alone.

{I decided that I like her quite a lot. Apologies about the instrument mistake}

"AHH, WHAT THE FUCK!" Evan's hands raised in front of him, as he jumped back on one leg. His pathetic excuse of defence, as he was about to be Murdered in public.
The girl hesitated, asking him the most ridiculously casual question, as if she didnt just threaten his well being. Evan stumbled back two more steps "I DIDN'T! I MEAN-" The girl seemed to entirely switch her mood in about less than 2 seconds, & Evan tried Sophisticatingly regaining his composure.

He cleared his throat, and straightend. "Are you Mad?! Who are You?" Something inbetween a voice crack, and a cry as he went on, "Who hurt you? Jesus Bloody Christ, this has got to be the safest, most boring town in this country. Why on earth are you armed with a bloody tazer" Accent coming off rather strong, He dusted the nonexistent dust from his jacket a little to harshly. He was extremely confused of what had just happend. Was this an american thing? He hadnt done much socializing yet. Was this normal then? He didnt think Americans were an entirely different breed, but perhaps he were wrong. Though he tried to fight it, his eyes had gotten a tad bit moist. I am not going to cry in front of a crazy chick. I absolutely will not- He proceeded to sniffle.

(I'm bumping you. But picture yourself not getting bumped until your mom is chill.
Tell her I pay my respects.)

Evan had yet to pass the guitarist, as she got up aswell. They ended up walking in the same direction, and Evan could already feel his embarressment once she'd realize someone was behind her. I swear I'm not a stalker, I swear I wont kidnap you, I swear I'm not a creep, this is just coincidence, help. Although, as he followed her tail, Or, coincidentally walked her same path, He did notice that she was rather young. Perhaps around his age. Was it possible they shared the same school?
It would be very surprising if they didnt. This small town Seems to only have one of everything, and there isnt many options at that. Unless she's a tourist.

Becoming mindful of his own overthinking about a stranger he'd never in his life seen before, he realised it was borderline close to being a creep.
In that case he saw no issue accompanying this stranger he was following, (coincidentally heading the same direction.)
Evan walked a little faster, hoping to match her pace. He prayed to the lord he hoped was there, that she didnt pick up on that and start running. He would never approach a girl again. Usually it was easier for Evan to approach a girl, or anyone at that. But usually they werent on a speed walk to god knows where at dawn. Does she have curfew?
If so, maybe she isnt his age at all. Maybe she's one of those gal's who look older. Evan felt bad for her if that was the case. Her skin would age 60 once she's 45.
Overthinking again.

Evan shook his head, mentally scolding himself for getting so distracted. But he did love distractions. They lead to bigger adventures.
Evan reached his hand out, tapping the girl on the shoulder.
"How old are you?"
.......I did not just ask that as my opening sentence....

Taking a look around the room, Evan didnt fight the enormous grin that was forcing its way through. He was so ready for this step in his life, he could almost pass out. He told himself to not do that, as a concussion would not be wise until he's retiring, & his life hasnt gotten exciting yet. Well, this entire experience is exciting but his sole purpose of this change is to find a 'wow' factor.
After a deep-brain fuck he started opening his bags. Alright guess its just you and me. And yes i'm talking to my new room. Thats completely mine, unless a new transfer inconveniently applys. Time to Evan-tude this room tf up. Okay, wow, I sound like a nerd. And loser. A very very bad one. I'll never say that outloud. Ignore his rant that will last about 2 hours as he hangs assortments of posters, decorations, records, pictures, and a lot more shit on his walls.

Evan walked dropped all of his bags frim his shouder's once he'd entered the room. He was 92% positive he had pulled something in his shoulder blade, but god knows he wouldnt go get checked out. If he did, he'd have to notify his parents, as part of the deal to keep them VERY much in the loop, & they'd be on the next flight out.

Evan took a deap breath of air in. It's been a few day's already since the big move, but it still feels so new to him. A whole new environment with so many new places to explore. Ofcourse he's been downtown several times since, but not at this hour. Its much more relaxing. Not as live and hectic, although Evan enjoy's both energy's.

After stopping to peak inside of the record store (Of which he's still waiting for a call back, finger's crossed they accept his resume) He turns the corner. A few people are still scattered about. Some laughing. Some taking Pictures. Other's just sitting about. And some playing music. Well, One playing music. A girl on the side of the walk way. Evan loved to people watch. It was one of his favorite things, as people were so interesting and different.
Especially the ones who stood out. Only two people stood out to him today though. One was the old lady who was sitting in a tree with a book. How did she get up there? And the girl with the guitar. She was quite good. She was also very pretty. Her whole vibe, that is. Style of clothing style. Her hair was lovely. But mostly Her energy was just so... in her own world. Maybe thats what he had also admired about the old lady. Hopefully she gets down okay.

Evan, after waking up from his zone out, started walking again. It was getting late and he wanted to get to the edge of the downtowns center. There was this stunning view on a hill not too far down after the shops.