Break Your Heart - Angel

[asksimon]

Woody looked around his room as he received the latest IM from Angel. He’d not met her before or at least not spent time with her before, so he had decided it was just a good idea to go out and give it a go. Woody liked making friends as they kept his mind off of his home. Jessie was undoubtedly his best friend in the world and more like a sister to him than anything else. He loved her with all his heart and would do anything for her. She was one of the people who could make Woody forget all about home and he was glad to have her as his best friend. Cam was just as helpful to him, his other best friend and the one he could always turn to turn to when he wanted male company. Though they were in different houses, they both were in the same year and became strong friends from almost the very start of his second year. Woody had decided that meeting another friend was always a good idea so he said he would be ten minutes then meet her in the courtyard.

He pulled himself off of his bed, finding himself stood in a pile of clothes, only half of them his. He picked up his hat off of the top, sticking it on his head and tilting the ridge. He then began picking up the clothes, separating some of Jessie’s jackets from his own clothes. He never was sure how she managed to keep leaving things in his room, but she did a very good job with it. He threw her jackets over his chair, before throwing the rest of his clothes in the wardrobe, quickly closing the door before it opened again. He brushed his hands together before jumping back onto his bed, filled with paper, pillows, duvet, blankets, phone and his ipod somewhere underneath all of the stuff. He pulled back his covers, eventually finding the ipod buried right underneath the clothes.

He put the ipod and his phone into his pocket before slipping on a jacket and heading out of his dorm room, letting it shut quietly behind him. He put his hands in his pocket and made his way through the Phasma common room before ending up in the great hall. Always finding it difficult to get out to the courtyard, he went with his instincts and went straight out the front door. After about five minutes, he eventually found the courtyard and no sign of the girl he was going to be meeting. He sat himself down on the floor beside the fountain, putting his head phone in his ears and lowering his hat over his face as he closed his eyes. She would wake him up when she got here.

[angel]

Angel rolled her eyes at the computer screen, laughing as she looked around her bed for a hoodie. She put up some silly away message and closed her laptop, hopping off the bed and grabbing the hoodie hanging off one of the little pole things on the footboard. She thought of Woody. Her new friend. She knew he was a senior, because well...everyone kinda knew these things. The idea of hanging out with a senior sounded cool. Especially one who appreciated her sarcastic humor. Pulling the black zip-up over a white tee with 'love', that had two converse with their shoelaces forming the 'v'. Her jeans, stretchy and skinny, clung to her legs, leading down to her own pair of battered converse.

She scralled a sticky note and put it on the wall incase Meg or Cassie were looking for her, grabbed her bag, and headed out of her dorm, and down the hall. A senior. Hanging out with a senior. Damn. She felt way cool. And just a tad bit badass, because she'd felt some kinda chemistry with their words. It sounded odd, but it seemed like Woody could keep up with (ev)Angel(ine)'s witty banter, which was fantastic.

Walking down the hall, she went through the first door she came out, stumbling out onto the grassy area. Angel pulled her hair, brunette, supposedly like her mother's, out of her face, wishing for a hair tie to pull it up completely. He looked like his picture, which was an okay glance at his face.

"'Scuse," she asked a passing student. "Do you know where Woody is?" The girl pointed to a nearby figure, a hat pulled over his eyes. Walking over, the brunette pushed up his hat and crouched down, trying to look at him. "Hello? Anyone in there?" She asked, before realizing he had headphones. Way to look stupid while meeting a senior.

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, woody
they’re all, a number
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ there we go, finally. haha.”

[asksimon]

Woody felt rather than saw the hat being pushed back on his head. He frowned slightly, lifting the hat off of his head and putting it beside him as he opened up his eyes. He found himself looking at a younger girl with long brown hair and he smiled slightly at her, pulling his earphones out of his head and sitting himself up properly. “Here there little lady. You must be Angel,” Woody said brightly, smiling up at her.

Woody ran a hand through his mop of brown hair. He knew he was probably not making the best entrance at meeting a new girl, but he never did make any good entrances. The first time he had met Meg, he had dropped her on the floor by accident because Cam had thought it was a good idea to push her right into him. Woody never really did well with people in his personal space.

Woody scooped up his hat and stuck it back on his head, tilting the ridge up so that he could look her in the eye. “I’m Woody, in case you didn’t know that, which I’m guessing you do know or you wouldn’t have come over to disturb a sleeping senior,” Woody pointed out, giving her a friendly smile. “How’s it going then? Like it outside better than inside?”

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[angel]

She raised her brows. Obviously this Woody guy didn't particularly like his space invaded. And she understood, and thus backed up a little bit. He was older. It was obvious in his appearance. But he looked nice, for an older guy. She blinked, brown eyes studying him quickly, until he spoke. "Little lady? Is that the fantastic nickname I've been waiting to hear? But yes, that'd be me." She sat down and smiled, folding her legs indian style.

She fiddled with her hair, still studying him. He seemed nice. He looked nice, and from the few words he'd already spoken, he appeared to have a good personality. That, and other people, whom she'd overhear talking, had said only good things about Woody. Though she normally didn't go by word, she decided that maybe, for this guy, she'd make an exception.

A cowboy hat. She raised a brow, eyes locked on it. "Pleasure to meet you, Woody." She offered a hand, and nodded, smiling. "I think I'm ballsy enough to walk up to a random sleeping senior and disturb them, simply to see what happens." The brunette chuckled. Did she like it outside? Yeah, of course. The girl nodded. "Definitely. Thanks for convincing me to come out. I appreciate it."

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, woody
they’re all, a number
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ there we go, finally. haha.”

[asksimon]

Woody chuckled, shaking his head. “Na, that isn’t my nickname for you. That’s just the way I greet people I don’t know. My Texas habits, I’m afraid,” Woody explained, tipping his hat towards her with a grin. “I’ll think of something a little better than that, I can assure you. It’ll take me a little while but I’m more than sure it’ll be worth the wait.” He gave her a friendly smile, tilting his hat back to look at her.

She was cute, that much he was certain of. He liked her hair a lot, though he did find himself leaning towards blondes at the moment. He was partly sure it was because of Faye but he couldn’t be completely sure. She had a sense of humour which was always a good sign for him. He hadn’t heard that much about her, but she was nice so he thought it was a good idea to meet her. Plus, there was nothing wrong with making friends.

He took her hand and shook it briskly, grinning at her. “The pleasure is all mine,” he told her, letting go of her hand and pulling his knee up to his chest, resting an arm on it. “Well, with most of them you’ll get in a heap of grief. If you wake Woody, you get a confused look and a greeting. Next time you might not be so lucky.” He gave her a cheeky smile. “Well, I’m always happy to help.”

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