Another day, another coffee -Allie-

[Logan Webb]

The bell welcomed Logan into the small corner cafe, coming in to get coffee, like he normally did. It was kind of freaky, this odd habit. He'd stumble out of bed, get dressed, not bother brushing his hair really, and stumble out the door into the blistering, punishing sunlight. He blinked slightly, smelling the auroma of freshly ground coffee and baked goods. He walked up to the small, uncrowded counter, ordering what he usually got, just a plain, medium-sized coffee. He tapped his fingers silently on the smooth surface of the counter, waiting for his coffee. It wasn't that crowded, thank god, so he considered he might as well just stay. He didn't like crowds, so usually he got a coffee then left, but today it wasn't all that crowded, so the thought, eh, why not stay?

Logan grabbed the cup of coffee when they set it down on the counter, paying the guy for it. He walked over to a table, pulling a chair back slightly and sitting down, taking a drink of the very hot coffee, not really noticing he just burnt his mouth. It never bothered him as much as it used to, so that's probably why he took no notice to it when it did happen. He glanced around, not seeing anyone he knew, and crawled back into his little shell of shyness, hoping to avoid meeting anyone new.

[Allie Dawson]

It'll probably always be a mystery as to why Allie walked into the cafe that day. Well, you know. I suppose to a certain degree she walked in there because like normal people, she wanted a coffee, but that just doesn't sound interesting now does it? And besides. Nothing had been normal since she moved to Northgate. She was missing home. As much as she hated to admit it. Well, there was a solution to that... Don't admit it. Think it. Argh, sometimes she hated her conscience.

As she made her way over to the counter, commenting to herself on how empty the place was, she noticed a guy. Sitting. (Wow, how abnormal). Why this particular guy caught her eye she had no clue, but something compelled to say hi. And besides, maybe he went to her school? She knew noone, and she really did need someone to talk to. Paying the counter dude for a hot chocolate, she grabbed it, sitting down next to this dark-haired stranger.

Pulling one of her ponytails out of her face, she flicked her fringe behind her ear, swivelling the seat to face "the guy". Placing her drink on the bench, she attempted to begin a conversation.

"Don't feel right without one of these huh? People used to think me weird. I don't wake up properly without one in the morning."

Smiling, she kept her gaze steady, wondering if he would reply with something to keep the conversation going.

[Logan Webb]

Logan's mind seemed to have slipped away from him slightly, thinking of what he needed to practice on his bass today, and how he was going to pull it off. He didn't feel like disturbing any of the people in any of the dorms, but right now he didn't have a roommate. He liked it when he could play at home without any worries of disturbing someone. He felt like he needed be quiet to avoid people complaining; he didn't feel like getting lectured just for playing his bass. He didn't know how thick the walls in his dorm were, but he supposed he could play it quietly, but it was much more fun not to, you know? He thought about the bass he had, which had cost him pretty much two thousand dollars, no joke, sitting in his dorm, untouched for awhile. He hadn't really had the time to play, but right now he had some free time, which was why he came down to the cafe instead of getting a coffee to go and going back to his dorm to cram some knowledge into his head.

Logan couldn't really say he noticed if anyone walked by, but he did notice when someone spoke, seemingly to him. He looked up, seeing a girl sitting in the chair opposite him. Shyness crept in, and he nodded absentmindedly at what she said. He wasn't that big of a talker, and it showed clearly. He didn't really notice what she said, he was still daydreaming, but he wondered why this girl wanted to talk to him. Nothing really stood out about him, he just another dude sitting in a cafe drinking coffee and keeping to himself. She did look young enough to go to Northgate, however, but he can't say he really noticed her before.

[Allie Dawson]

As the guy nodded, Allie began to wonder if maybe it had been a bad idea to sit down and try to talk to him. Maybe he didn't want to be spoken to. Or maybe he just didn't like her. She knew she'd always been paranoid, but it was always an option, right? Not that she cared all that much if people liked her. Especially the "popular" people. She'd never gone out of her way to make them hate her. Except for the odd sarcastic remark. But hey, it was the truth, right? And she'd always been brought up not to lie.

Sighing, she took a sip of her hot chocolate, before once again placing it on the bench. She liked the atmosphere here. It was nice. Not too noisy, not too quiet. All it needed was some music. Something to relax people. Definetely not like... Britney Spears type "relaxing" (then again, since when had Britney Spears ever relaxed anyone? It made Allie want to shove her head into a toilet) but something. Pushing her ponytail out of her face once more, she lapsed into some sort of strange trance, attempting to relax herself by imagining a nice, soothing song. This was quite a reaccuring thing for her actually. She tended to walk around with some sort of song stuck in her head most of the time.

"You know, this place would be seventeen million times better if they played some sort of music..."

It was like it just sort of slipped out. And she didn't even particularly know who it was directed at. Probably the guy sitting next to her, given he was closest and everything, but she wasn't sure. In fact, she couldn't even remember what she'd said. Something along the train of thought of music, but what else? Definetely a habit to add her list of "must break's".

Habit #1. Stop muttering to noone in particular in public.

In fact...

Habit #2. Stop muttering to noone in particular full stop.

But start with smaller goals right?

[Logan Webb]

Logan really didn't want to sound rude, but sometimes he appeared that way. If someone just said hi in the supermarket, attempting to be friendly, he'd scurry off, hiding his face and trying to be as tiny and unnoticable as he could. He felt awfully awkward when he met new people, however IF and when he made friends, he wasn't that shy anymore, and if he really got to know you he was able to joke and talk freely to that person. He just needed to be able to confide his trust, making sure it won't be broken.

Logan took another drink of his coffee, looking over at her when he heard something, a barely audible voice, and it seemed to come from the girl beside him. "Did you say something?" he said quietly. His voice was small and meek, as if it hasn't been used in awhile, which was a lie really, but somehow it just ended up sounding like that.

[Allie Dawson]

Allie was amazed. Mr unnamed dude guy had a voice! She hadn't thought it possible. Well, she had, actually, she'd assumed it, but just for the sake of the argument... Actually, she hadn't really thought about the possibility that he was deaf. Maybe that was why he'd nodded? Maybe that was why he hadn't seemed to understand what she was saying? And then she realised. He's just spoken to you Allie you dumbass. Suddenly, it sort of registered what he'd said. Did you say something? From what she could remember she had. But she couldn't remember what she'd said. Something about music. God, she was stupid.

"Ohh... Umm... Yeah. Sorry. I sort of went into a sort of... Semi-trance thing. I think I said that they need some music in here. And if I didn't... Well, they do. It's nice and all... But no place is completely right without music."

What the hell was that? She was getting crazier and crazier by the minute. I mean, to her, no place was complete without music. But what made her think that this guy gave a damn? Maybe it was just that she needed someone to talk to. As in, her being able to get a word in. Sure, she'd loved her friends, but when she was with them, they did all the talking. Not because she didn't want to, but because they were too damn loud. Kind of self-obsessed actually. Noone had ever really bothered to sit down and listen to her. So maybe that was why she seemed to just be saying random things to this guy? Well, even if he wasn't listening, at least he wasn't being critical...

[Logan Webb]

admin said:

Allie was amazed. Mr unnamed dude guy had a voice!

ooc; Ha, that made me laugh xP. I'm easily amused you see xP.

bic; "Yeah, I agree, they need some music in here," Logan said. "Maybe some jazz, to help calm people down and stuff," he said. Yess, sometimes he listened to jazz, if he was stressed out. Most times he didn't, but occasionally he did. It wasn't a crime, was it?

What Allie didn't know was that Logan's favorite topic in like, the world was music. What else did you expect out of an aspiring musician? Also most times he just listened to people talk about mostly anything, just sat there and let them rant. He'd tolerate anything, to them talking about their life, or having them talk about what some random kid did in class. He was a good listener, but defiantly not a good talker. No, he hated talking, and it was pretty much obvious.

[Allie Dawson]

Almost astonished, Allie nodded. So it seemed this guy was into music. Always a good topic. Well, always a safe one for Allie anyway. And if it was something that she could talk to Mr unnamed dude guy about? Well, maybe they had more in common then either of them knew.

"Oh yeah definitely. They need to get some bass in here... Bit of sax maybe. That stuff always works. Well, it works for me anyway."

It was true. Allie did like jazz. Not as her favourite type or anything, but it was relaxing. Soothing. And sometimes necessary. Taking another sip of her hot chocolate, she realised that they had reached another short silence. Silence could be great. Or... It could be awkward. But with this guy it seemed nice. He seemed like a quiet person. And quiet people were cool. Well, not completely quiet people, but people that could be quiet people. Anyway, for some reason, this time, Allie decided to keep the conversation going.

"Hey, you seem to like music. Do you play?"

For some reason, she'd always been able to somehow connect with people that played. Not develop deep relationships or anything, but it meant that they had something in common. Something that she hadn't had in common with her old friends. In fact, that weren't many people that actually knew that Allie played. That secretely, in her dorm, hid a musical instrument that had been passed on to her by her mother. Perhaps she'd found someone at this new place with which to share her love of music? She hoped so.

[Logan Webb]

Yes, music was always a great topic. It was one thing Logan knew a lot about, and he knew a vast majority of the world's population liked some kind of music, so it was always a safe topic. There were the choice few who hated music, but the occurrence of that was very rare. He felt he really couldn't get along with the people who hated music, basically because he didn't know what to talk about. Not all of Logan's conversations about music were the same, he tried to make them as different as possible, as to not bore the person he was socializing with. It didn't always work, but a majority of the time it did.

"I agree, maybe even just a simple jazz CD or two playing through a stereo or something. It wouldn't be that hard to install, all you would need is the stereo, speakers, and all the wires that goes with it," Logan said, shrugging slightly. Wow, he was actually talking more now. Astonishing, ah?

"Oh, and by the way, my name's Logan," Logan said, realizing he hadn't properly introduced himself. How rude, ah? But, he hoped the girl wouldn't mind. You could easily forget to introduce yourself, especially since you weren't that used to talking anyway.

"I've played bass since age eleven," Logan said, shrugging slightly. It wasn't that big of a deal, even though he wanted to pursue a career as a musician, he found it highly impossible. One, he was too shy, and wouldn't be that entertaining on stage. Two, he'd be hesistant about playing around anyone, and that's no fun, ah?

[Allie Dawson]

Allie nodded along to his first statement, agreeing completely with everything. And there was something else that she thought was cool. See, whenever anyone had ever explained things to her about electrical equipment, they had always assumed that being a girl she wouldn't know anything about it. But oh so wrong they were. All her life, she had grown up around her dad who worked as technical support for a major music company. So it was a given that she'd learned alot. Oh, and along with that, she also thought her dad had the coolest job on the planet. But anyway. The way that this guy (who she now knew as Logan) had explained it to her, he hadn't seemed to assume anything at all. Actually, she was seriously over-analysing the situation, but she had a way of doing that.

"Logan... That's an awesome name. I've loved that name ever since I saw X-Men and there was the whole Wolverine dude..."

Argh GOD! Why had she just said that? Why couldn't she at least PRETEND that she was normal? NORMAL seventeen year old girls did not confess their love of X-Men movies to a guy that they'd only known a few minutes. Oh how sad and horrible Allie felt...

"Argh. Oh god umm... Just... Maybe pretend I didn't say that or something. But Logan is a cool name... I'm Allie... And that's awesome that you play bass. I've always loved bass. I play acoustic guitar... Not very well, but you know. It was my mum's, so I kinda really wanted to learn how to play..."

Oh nice. Spill out bits of your life story to some guy who probably couldn't care less. Her conscience was always taunting her. And it seemed that this was something that Northgate High hadn't changed. Taking another sip of her hot chocolate, she continued to semi-look at Logan, silently cursing the day her parents made her watch those stupid X-Men movies.

[Logan Webb]

"That's interesting," Logan said. He resisted the urge to smile, not at what she said, just the fact she had said it. This was another one of the weird things he had heard out of someone he had just met, oh those moments occured quite a bit, too often to count on one hand. Surprising, ah? He smirked slightly, hoping it wasn't noticable. "It's nice to meet you Allie," he said. He continued to drink a bit of his coffee, glancing around the place slightly, then looked at Allie for a bit, then stared into his coffee cup, still feeling slightly shy, though he was saying more then he usually did. He didn't think of Allie as a fool or anything, maybe just amusing.

ooc; Eeeekkk this sucks.. Sorry. >.<

[Allie Dawson]

Shaking her head, Allie continued to thwack herself inside for letting her words come out. However, she couldn't let it completely destroy her forever and ever more, so in an attempt to keep the conversation going, she allowed the first words that came into her head, to come out of her mouth. Well, obviously not the first words, but... You know. Ones that were somewhere near the top.

"So... Logan. Do you go to Northgate High? Boring question I know... But I was wondering if maybe I'll see you round sometimes."

Well, maybe not the world's BEST conversation continuer thing, but at least it was one that almost guaranteed an answer. Be it only a one word answer or not, it was an answer nonetheless. Desperately inside, Allie hoped that he would say he did go to Northgate. Not that she'd show overwhelming excitement or anything, she wasn't like that, it would be just be nice to have someone she knew there. Someone she could talk to. Would you call it a friend? Maybe. If Logan wanted her as a friend. Not that she could see why anyone would... But yeah.

It definetely wasn't that she was emo or anything. She'd never been like that. It was just that Logan seemed almost.... Too cool for her? No. Not quite. It was rare that people as quiet as him were flooded with friends. Unless they were amazingly gorgeous. Not that she thought he wasn't... Or that he didn't have many friends... Argh. Sometimes, her mind confused her so much that she could strangle it. But was that even possible? What a weird thought. Contemplating it further, she took yet another sip of her hot chocolate. Damn, that drink seemed to go on forever.