take my hand// cady

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[style=border: 2px #bad6e9 solid; font-family: arial; margin-left: -10px;][style=font-size: 16px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: 5px;]without my baby, let me die[/style] [style=font-size: 9.5px; text-align: justify; padding: 0 15 15 15; margin-top: -25px; width: 300px;]Max was rarely ever active, he preferred lounging around on the couches that adorned his garage or the large bed in his room, so to be walking around the school grounds in the afternoon was a very rare occasion. He had a cigarette in one hand and the other in his jacket pocket. He blew smoke rings without effort and his mind was pretty vacant which had been the point. The last couple of weeks had been messy to say the least and he was doing his best to cope. He hadn't had much experience with girls, friends or more than that, they had all appeared rather unapproachable and other-worldly. There was of course Dawn, who he could approach about anything, she had his back until the end just like his friend, Nik, but there were others who were intent on hurting them. One girl to be precise who had chosen Nik and him on purpose, to interfere with their friendship and suck the happiness out of their lives. She was a leech, a vampire and with Dawn's help they had staked the beast. She was out of their lives for now and Max was doing his best to get her out of his thoughts as well. She'd ruined a lot of things for him but the rest of the year was going to be different. He was headed nowhere in particular, the only aim was to clear his thoughts, he heard some shouting voices in the distance and although he didn't really want to see anyone he headed in that direction anyway. The path looped around the school's ovals where the bleachers sat and a small group of distant people flipped and twisted through the air with ease. The closer he got to them, the less active they got, and by the time he had reached them they were all packing up ready to head home. One of them in particular stood out to him and he waited by the fence, unsure of what to do next. There had been a time when the two of them were close and spent a lot of time together and a lot of it had been alone. He had gotten to know her without Nik's help or even Dawn's and he really liked spending time with her. She was one of the prettiest, kindest girls he'd ever known and well, he'd sort of ruined their friendship, she'd said some things at her birthday party and he hadn't responded in the way she had wanted...or fast enough. He'd seen her with another boy and they didn't talk much after that. Dixie had swooped in pretty quickly after that and now he stood watching her pack up her things and wondering if he should talk to her. He didn't want to appear rude so he took a few cautious steps toward her realizing it was too late to run away. He wasn't sure what he was so scared about, there had been a time when he would have told her anything, it was certainly different though and he could feel himself become incredibly nervous. He didn't want to startle her so he cleared his throat before speaking making sure she knew he was behind her. He put the cigarette out with his right foot, realizing she might not like smoking, and offered a friendly smile. "Fancy seeing you here?" He had a history of saying ridiculous things to her at the worst possible time. This wasn't one of his finest moments but definitely not the worst. He tried to laugh it off but it came out sounding more awkward than ever. It shouldn't have been this awkward, he really didn't want it to be. "Can I walk you home?" It wasn't too far and they could talk along the way if she wanted. He remembered that she liked when he did things for her so he thought walking her home was the safest way to getting things back to normal. All she had to do was accept and things would slowly return to normal...right? [/style][/style]

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Cadence Brooklyn Erikson had a lot of things on her plate. Firstly and foremostly, she was the head cheeleader of the Manchester Prep School. She'd never imagined she'd even be offered the position, let alone given it. And at first, Cady had been absolutely overwhelmed with excitement. She wasn't like the other girls on the team - she didn't care about dating a football player, or wearing a short dress that exposed her tanned, lean legs - she just liked to cheer. And people had a hard time buying into that. And running the team, however excited she had been in the beginning, was turning out to be more work than all of her school work combined. She hadn't imagined it would be easy, but she also hadn't imagined it would be this hard. Cady had a newfound respect for Barbie, who'd had such a stressful year as head cheerleader last year. Most nights Cady just wandered home, did her homework, and was simply too exhausted to do much else. It almost made her recluse, but she didn't mind if it was for the team.

She stood now, with her thin arms criss-crossed against her ribcage, her chocolate colored eyes floating from form to form of each girl. They weren't perfect, but they were almost there. And considering it was so early in the school year? The thought made Cady grin. She watched with intense concentration, though, and pushed a loose strand of her brown curls out of her face. Her hair was tied back into a messy ponytail - something she'd hastily done at the beginning of the practice. She was wearing a black pair of yoga pants and a tanktop - despite the bitter weather - and she bore her teeth as she fought off the chills. Her chocolate eyes danced with weariness, but she pushed forward. When the girls had finished their routines, their shouts dying down as they pulled in together, Cady grinned again, the gesture bright on her tanned face. "Yes, good!" She exclaimed briefly, which gave them permission to leave. "Remember practice is cancelled tomorrow!" Cady called out to the drifting forms - though she wasn't sure if half of them heard her. She made a mental note to remind them again, tomorrow.

Cady turned easily, shifting towards her own bag, which had been secluded from the others. It was a heavy load at times, but she was so used to carrying it by now that it didn't bother her. She knelt down and bigged up her schoolbag, first, and slipped ot over her shoulder and chest, so it dangled by her side without her needing to physically hold it. She pulled the dufflebag - her cheer dufflebag - over her shoulder, and stood up, turning towards the gate as most of the other cheerleaders had dispersed. And at first, Cady almost didn't recognize who was straddled by the gate. As she moved toward him, though, her chocolate eyes narrowed, before widening -perhaps in surprise, or shock. And despite the feeling of negativity that followed, she managed to force a smile. "Fancy seeing you here?" His smile, once contagious, now felt rather unsettling. Cady felt her fingers clutch her dufflebag a little tighter, as she mustered a response and a warm smile. "Yeah, fancy that." The reply was short, quiet as it escaped from her lips. She dawdled a little, about to start walking, feeling the awkward between them. "Can I walk you home?" She nodded, before she knew she was nodding. "Uhm, sure!" She said, a little more enthusiastically, before drawing away from the gate and toward the street. After a moment, she spoke again. "So.. uhm, how have you been?"

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[style=border: 2px #bad6e9 solid; font-family: arial; margin-left: -10px;][style=font-size: 16px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: 5px;]without my baby, let me die[/style] [style=font-size: 9.5px; text-align: justify; padding: 0 15 15 15; margin-top: -25px; width: 300px;]The breeze had suddenly grew cooler as Cady looked up from the ground with a warm smile and answered the idiotic question that had echoed through his head since the words fell out of his mouth. "Yeah, fancy that!" She began to walk away, one footstep after another, her footsteps were always short and dainty and they reminded him of a fairy or a ballet dancer. They were nothing like his steps, big awkward lunges as if he couldn't move his legs properly or decide what speed he wanted to move, she was probably embarrassed to be seen walking next to him but he still offered to walk her home. She was hesitant at first and Max suddenly felt a pang of anxiety shoot up his spine and he almost turned around and walked straight back the way he had come from and keep walking until he was far away from the embarrassment. Then with a soft nod of her head, she parted her lips and spoke: "Uhm, sure!". Max felt the smile return to his face and the anxiety fade away, this was going to be okay. He'd seen on Dr. Phil that if you talked to the people you had problems with they would go away. He didn't really have a problem with Cady but there was something he'd like to fix, the giant distance between them that seemed irreparable was within his grasp now, his steps became more buoyant as he followed her out of the school-grounds like a puppy. "So, uhm.. how have you been?" Max thought for a second, how had he been? He had been a mess to be honest and a lot had happened since they last stopped talking. He didn't really want to fill her in on all of that, in fact, he wanted to forget any of it ever happened. Cady was too sweet for that sort of news anyway, too fragile, the last thing Max wanted to do was shatter her into a million pieces. It had taken him this long to gather the courage to speak to her again and it was by chance. God or whatever superior being that was up there was giving him a second chance and he wasn't going to let it slip away like she did at her party. "I've been good!" He tried to hide all the thoughts of Dixie and how hurt Nik had been and all the anger Dawn had felt with a giant grin. He hoped that was enough to trick her into thinking he had been okay. He didn't let the smile disappear as he continued to answer her question. "Nik and I have been busy working on some new tracks and Blackie has been keeping us on our toes! She's started escaping from the house to go visit some of the neighbors! How have you been?" Cady looked really weighed down by her large bag and Max thought the gentlemanly thing to do would be to offer to take it for her. He thought of when the boy opened the door for the girl in movies and how happy she was with him, he hoped it would play out like that but life wasn't really like those types of movies. He'd learned that the hard way. "That bag looks pretty heavy! I can carry it for you if you want? I do have some muscle on these chopstick arms, well, enough to carry that!" He let out a hand to reinforce the proposition and kept smiling, the smile had turned genuine, he wasn't thinking about Dixie or anything else but helping Cady carry her bags home now. He remembered all the fun times they had together, just the two of them, and he really hoped that there was a chance that could happen again. Nik had told him more than enough times that everything happened for a reason and he truly believed that he had run into her for a reason. Max just hoped that the reason was the one he wanted and this wasn't going to turn out a complete disaster like the rest of his life had been. "I'm really glad I ran into you, Cady. I missed you, y'know!" [/style][/style]

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"I've been good!" Cady thought she could faintly smell the lingering scent of a lit cigarette. She turned her head, shifting to look at him, with a light-hearted smile, but she didn't notice a cigarette on him. Cady was confused for only a moment, her chocolate eyes floating from his youthful face to the floor that stretched beneath her padded soles. She assumed that he'd put it out sometime before running into her, and she was grateful. She'd been around people who smoked before, namely her father and her step-brother, Carlos, and although she was completely comfortable with the idea of smoking, she'd never much liked the smoke. She couldn't smoke herself, although she had tried at the hands of Anya and Barbie the year before, because of her cheerleading career. The smoking would clog up her lungs, and make it harder for her to perform what she needed too as their captain. Alcohol, on the other hand, was completely different. It was a rare treasure she'd had on a few occasions, although she hadn't quite liked the bitter, overwhelming taste of the liquid - she'd always assumed she'd get used too it.

"Nik and I have been busy working on some new tracks and Blackie has been keeping us on our toes! She's started escaping from the house to go visit some of the neighbors! How have you been?" Cady's feet slapped against the pavement, and she shoveled her bag further up on her shoulder, before smiling happily at Max. She'd missed this Max. The one who talked about Nik and his cat, Blackie, and eating pizza or making music. It's what she'd really loved about him, taking solace in his carefree company. "Oh yeah? That's cool! And has she made any new friends?" If it had been any person other than Cady, the question might have been mocking. But she knew how much Nik and Max loved their cat, she understood personally, and so the question was honest and sincere. She paused though, thinking up an answer that might sate his curiosity, if he even cared about how she'd been, and after a moment she spoke again. "And I've been good. Really busy with cheer, you know?" He didn't. Cady wasn't sure why she asked. Embarrassed, she looked away, pushing a strand of her dark hair behind her ear again and trying to hide her pink cheeks.

As they shuffled along, Cady peering at the ground and her own, white shoes, almost refusing to look up at Max in the fear of saying something completely and utterly stupid again, she heard Max talk again. "That bag looks pretty heavy! I can carry it for you if you want? I do have some muscle on these chopstick arms, well, enough to carry that!" Cady peered up as he talked, her lips slightly parted as she tried to come up with something to say. She should say no, she felt like saying no - she wouldn't want anyone else to carry her bag - but Max raised his hand, and she was feeling rather tired. So she lifted the bag off of her shoulder, and handing it hesitantly to Max. "Thank you!" She said happily, grinning at him, before repositioning her school bag on her shoulder. "It's not that heavy, really.." She added on with a mumble, before peering back down at the ground, to watch the floor, before raising her eyes to Max once again in a quick movement as he spoke. "I'm really glad I ran into you, Cady. I missed you, y'know!" She smiled, half-heartedly, and laughed quietly a little, before peering at the road in front of her. "I'm glad you ran into me too," Cady mumbled quietly, peering at him for a fleeting moment, before darting back to the road in front of them. Cady moved along the road, making sure to pick up her feet. She wanted to ask about Dixie, Cady had heard that they'd dated or something along the lines of it, but she knew it would probably be a sore spot. "So how's life? You're a senior now, is it any better?"

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[style=border: 2px #bad6e9 solid; font-family: arial; margin-left: -10px;][style=font-size: 16px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: 5px;]without my baby, let me die[/style] [style=font-size: 9.5px; text-align: justify; padding: 0 15 15 15; margin-top: -25px; width: 300px;]Cady answered his questions and asked about Blackie but the conversation didn't have the same spark he was used to. She wasn't giggling or racing around like her usual self and he wasn't trying to make her laugh or trying to find her in her huge house. It was a harsh reality knowing that their friendship had withered away, the two of them had let it die and hadn't really tried to fix it and Max wondered if it was too far gone. When she accepted his offer for him to carry her bag, he felt a flutter within his chest that he was used to feeling when he was around her, and the goofy smile that used to appear during their hangouts returned as well. He was impressed by Cady, even he thought the bag was heavy, and he looked her up and down to try and work out where she was hiding all of that hidden muscle. She had to be strong though, cheerleaders threw each other around like rag dolls effortlessly, she was head cheerleader now as well and Max thought that he should probably congratulate her. He parted his lips to ask her, he hadn't really gotten along with many of the cheerleaders, they didn't really like Max or Nik for some reason so he was trying to word it without it sounding forced but she beat him to it. "So how's life? You're a senior now, is it any better?" The question caught him off guard and he quickly tried to find the right answer through the thoughts that were clouding his brain of how to ask his own question. He had never felt so awkward talking to Cady and he really didn't like it at all. Everything used to be so carefree and fun and now everything made him nervous and slightly sweaty and he really didn't want to look gross for her. She would probably ask for her bag back soon if he continued to act like a train-wreck. "Life is good. I can't complain! Dawn and Nik are always thinking of stuff to do and they even let me sleep in now because they know how cross I get when they wake me up early. Being a senior isn't that different, well, when I do actually go to school!" He laughed and rubbed a hand through his mess of a hairdo, he hadn't really given being a senior much thought. The sudden realization of being in the last year of school struck him and he paused in his step a little. Maybe this was all a giant mistake? She wasn't a senior and at the end of the year who knew what he was doing? He knew that if they swapped shoes, she would have a big expensive college lined up with friends and places that Max could only dream of meeting and visiting, was it worth fixing something she was just going to let go at the end of the year? "I heard about you getting the head cheer-leader job! That's really great! I'm sure you'll do a good job, I saw you doing flips and stuff before. It looked really awesome!" He hoped it sounded genuine because he really was proud of her for getting the position. Dawn had told him how mean girls could be especially the cheerleaders so he was sure Cady had to go through a lot to guarantee the position. He wasn't sure what the tricks and stuff were called but he wanted her to see that he was complimenting her and that he actually still cared. He knew that at the end of the year whatever was happening to him or wherever he was going, he'd want to stay in contact with Cady, and that was enough to keep trudging along with her bag and barely surviving the awkwardness. [/style][/style]

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