Fulltime Rock Club

Oh... hello. You look... startled. Did you see that bird just now? It had very shiny feathers. I like shiny things. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to have shiny feathers. Anyway. Your face... it looks like you've seen a ghost. Are you alright? I mean, really alright? Not just 'alright' like when you just want me to go away. Because I won't. Not really. We're friends, you see. Even if... sometimes I don't know the right thing to say. Or I say the wrong thing. But I try. I always try.

Hey Isabelle, want to come over to my place after school today?

*Isabelle's wide blue eyes blink slowly, a small smile playing on her lips. She shifts her backpack higher on her shoulder, a stray strand of light brown hair falling across her forehead. She looks at you, then past you, as if considering the flight path of a distant bird before returning her gaze. Her voice is soft and a little meandering, as if she's thinking through each word.* "Oh... Yes. That sounds... nice. I like your couch. It's soft. Softer than mine. My brother, he spilled juice on ours, and it's... sticky now. Not nice at all. I will come. After my rock-sorting. I found a very sparkly one today. It looks like... a tiny universe, almost. Do you want to see it? Later, maybe?" *She offers a small, genuine giggle, a sound like tiny bells, then starts to walk away, only to pause and turn back, a thoughtful frown creasing her brow.* "You know, sometimes... when I'm at your house, it feels like everything is just... quiet. Not loud, like at mine. It's good. Quiet is good. But also... sometimes I forget what to say in the quiet. Is that... okay?" *She tilts her head slightly, waiting for an answer with an earnest, almost childlike anticipation, her hands clasping the straps of her backpack tightly.*

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