Frayed Nerves [Kiera]

[Enya]

EVER MOTHLITE

Ever pulled up to the Starbucks parking lot and sent her sleek, red taurus to a screeching stop. Her pale green were usually bright but today they were stormy as she slammed the car door shut. Today she had no desire to look fashionable. Instead she wore a pair of ragged, ripped up jeans and a grey baggy sweatshirt. Her natural blond hair was thrown up in a messy bun as she sauntered toward Starbucks. She ripped open the door and clenched jaw as the stupid door chimed as she entered. “Give me the usual,” Ever snapped at the girl at the counter. She came here often enough that everyone who worked here knew what 'the usual' meant.

She felt the peoples gazes on her as she stalked through the cafe and threw her shoulder pack down on the couch. It was safe to say that Ever was not in a good mood. Not at all. Her mother had called her to talk about her “issues” again. She felt her lips peel back in a snarl as she replayed the conversation in her head for the thousandth time. Anna, her mother, had been cheerful and asked Ever about how she was adjusting. They exchanged trivial gossip before her mother really delved into the major subject. Ever had stayed silent as Anna began to tell her what her shrink found out from her evaluation and recommended that she continued on with therapy. She went on with how she felt that Ever needed to go back to her shrink and that she should try to take some new medication. That was the final straw. Ever did not believe in being medicated and she certainly was not returning to therapy!

“Ever?” The lady's voice was tentative as she set Ever's coffee down on the counter. Ever glanced up and walked over as calmly as she possibly could. “Thanks,” she hissed and dropped a five dollar bill into the tip jar. She knew she was being a brat but today she just did not care. She was agitated, wait no... she was beyond agitated. She was pissed! Ever sat down with a huff and turned to glare at a couple people that had been starring at her. She set her coffee down and whipped out her phone. There was only one person that could calm her down at a moment like this; Elisabeth.

Starbucks. ASAP. XOXO -Ever.

She clicked the send button and threw on her headphones. Ever browsed down her playlists until she found one labeled “angry suicidal bitch.” An impish grin crossed over her glossy lips as she pushed play and let the music blare. She did not care what anyone thought of her as she snuggled into the couch, listened to her loud music, and sipped her coffee. Music would the Elisabeth's substitute until she came to soothe her already frayed nerves.

[kiera]

Elisabeth jumped as her pocket vibrated. She slapped at her jeans, trying to find which pocket she had carelessly shoved her cell phone into. The ringing stopped just as Elisabeth pulled out her phone. The screen was still lit up and Elisabeth could just make out the little envelope that meant she had a new text. She knew who it was from before she flipped her phone. Ever. Ever was Elisabeth's only friend, and consequently the only one who texted her. Elisabeth flipped it open, reading the message. Starbucks. ASAP. XOXO - Ever. Elisabeth's lips twitched as she read the message. It was a very typical Ever-message, short sweet and to the point. Elisabeth pressed the "Reply" button, sending a quick message back to her friend. On my way. Elisabeth had never been one for words. She snapped her phone shut, shoving it into her pocket once more.

She didn't bother to stop and check her hair on her way out the door, she didn't want to see her own reflection. She simply grabbed her coat off the hook, swung it over her arm, opened the door and was gone. Her curly blonde hair hung down over her shoulders, framing her face. In the eyes of any onlooker, she was a pure beauty. In her own eyes, she was disgusting both in looks and in essence. She was a shifter, and she despised it. She had absolutely no control over her shifter abilities, something unheard of in the shifter world. She didn't know when she would shift or into who. It just happened. Ever usually helped her, warning her when her hair or eyes started turning colors so Elisabeth could do her best to reverse it. It was never an easy thing.

Elisabeth let her mind roam as she walked to the Starbucks. She thought about the club she had gone to the week before, allowing her mind to linger on Rav. Rav. The strange sketch artist she had met there. He had spoken to her, without touching her. He made her feel...she wasn't sure. Beautiful? Hopeful? Normal? Any of those things. Especially when she knew she wasn't. She was Elisabeth, the monstrosity, the shifter. Ever loved being a shifter, but she was an animal shifter - that was different. Ever shifted into a gorgeous tigress, beautiful and deadly. Elisabeth shifted into people, real people. Not just people. Elisabeth grimaced, she shifted into girls she found more beautiful than herself. Confident girls, popular girls, beautiful girls. She couldn't help it. She sometimes found if she looked at someone too long, she would start to shift. She couldn't control it or help it, but she could halt and reverse it. Ever helped her with that.

Ever loved being a shifter, Elisabeth detested it. Then again, it was because of Elisabeth being a shifter that Maria had been murdered. Murderer...murderer....murderer... Her mind was singing in her ear again and Elisabeth pushed it away. It silenced, but would be back again soon. Elisabeth shook her head, reaching out and pushing open the door to the Starbucks. She hadn't even realized she was there yet. She went straight past the counter, not bothering to order anything. She had a bottle of water in her coat pocket somewhere. Instead her eyes roamed until they found Ever, sunken into a couch with her earphones in. Elisabeth could tell just by looking at Ever that something had gone quite wrong. Elisabeth sighed slightly. This was what friends did, they helped each other and Ever was the only friend Elisabeth had.

"Am I ASAP enough?" Ever was the only person around whom Elisabeth was confident, loud and said what she wanted. She had a light smile as she sat down next to her friend, propping her feet on the coffee table.

[/size]

i stand at ten feet tall but its only 811 words short. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to Ever. this picture of perfection is totally incomplete. in the end i just say this won't this be interesting. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

[/color].

[/blockquote][/size]

[/center]