Robyn sat on the floor, legs sprawled out and head leaning against the wall. She had been crying for two hours, and now that she had stopped she was waiting for April. She knew that she looked a wreck, but at the moment she didn't care. She wore no makeup and had no peircings in. Her black dress, the one she wore at the spring formal. She almost felt herself leaving her body and she was fighting to stay away from the edge. She sat up, and carefully looked at her silver watch on her wrist. 5 till 9. She lit the five candles she had, and laying on her stomach carefully stared into the picture of a beautiful woman holding a little girl. The woman was Robyn's mother, the child was Robyn.
She had her iPod with her, one earphone in her ear. She forced herself to only think on the picture while she waited for April.

(OOC: The dress: Spring Formal, Making the best of it. you'll see a pic of it there)

April made her way up the stairs. Luckily, she wasn't late. This was good for two reasons; one, she didn't want to be late. And two, she didn't want to get caught. No one would look up here after dark if they were quiet; it had been roped off, after all. But that was easily fixed. April twirled her wand and winked to no one in prticular.

She reached the top of the stairs and saw candles burning and a figure sprawled on the stone floor. She moved closer. Robyn was looking at a picture. She couldn't see what ti was, and din't want to be too nosy.

"Hey, am I late?" April knew she wasn't late. But still, Robyn had clearly been waiting.

Robyn was dressed in a tattery looking black dress. April liked it, it suited Robyn nicely. But still, it was a bit out of place on the Astronomy Tower. She knew Robyn had worn this to Spring Formal, she had seen her wear it. It looked nice on her, however.

April sat down, making sure not to spill a candle and set a fire on anyone's clothing. She made an effort not to look at the picture, although she was curious. Robyn had some sort of Muggle contraption attached to her ear, and April could hear faint music playing. April twirled her wand again.

Robyn looked at the picture for a few more moments and then rolled on her side to look at April. She gave a weak smile as she pulled the headphone out of her ear.
"You aren't late, sit down." Robyn's voice was just over a whisper, and was just gaining it's stability, and it was noticable.
"Eight years ago, at this very moment, my mother killed herself. It was right before I was going to go to bed. I went in to tell my mother goodnight, but when I opened her door she was laying still on her bed. I crawled up on the bed and rolled her over and she was dead. I remember screaming and then waking up on a plane to Paris with my head in my dad's lap. Now, every year at this time, I can't sleep. I'll stay awake all day forcing back tears and on the verge of slight insanity. And then, at seven I'll wait till nine making sure I've cried all I can. And then at nine, I'll lay on the floor with my mothers favorite candles, in one of her dresses with her picture in my view." Robyn sighed and looked at her picture, "You can look, it's just of my mother and I, a few days before.. the event."

OOC- A girl that used to be my bestfriend-ish type person... her mother killed herself. It wasn't... enjoyable.

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April listened to Robyn's story. She felt almost like an intruder on Robyn's personal life. She wasn't sure if Robyn really had wanted to tell her this or not, but she had, and April felt closer to the girl personally now.

"I'm really sorry... that must have been... wow." April took a deep breath and put her hand on the girl's shoulder. It felt eery, touching the dress that her dead mother had worn. She didn't know how Robyn could get through something like this. She knew she wouldn't have been able to handle it like this.

"Your reaction this morning was completely understandable. You could have skipped classes, you know. No one would have blamed you. I sure wuldn;'t have."

April took a look at the picture and half smiled. It was cute and clearly important to Roby. She was glad Robyn had shared this part of information with her. It made her feel good inside, that she was able to be depended upon. She smiled helpfully to Robyn, her hand still on her shoulder.

OOC: My friend tried to kill herself.... I stopped her and she went to a hospital for a bit. But I'm sorry.
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"It was wow. And bad. And scary. And I still have nightmares." Robyn stayed still as April touched her mother's dress. She knew that this was
all really scary, and freaky just to have learned. She also knew that she had to tell April this, otherwise she could never get close.
Lovely time to tell her.
Get lost.
Never. I'm here to stay.
Who the hell are you to be in my head!?
I'm everything your not.
Whatever.

"I didn't want to miss any classes. I promise Sarah, one of my maids, I wouldn't get into any fights and I wouldn't skip any classes. My word is
gold. No, it's platinum." Robyn shrugged, "I try my best to stay out of trouble but it's really hard. Especially when your sister tells these lies
about you just because she can't go screw up her own life and keep out of mine." Robyn smirked on this thought, and her eyes fell on the picture.
"My mom.. she liked my hair in braids, so I always wore them like that. That's why it's a recent thing for me to cut off my hair. Sixteen inches off."
Robyn looked at April with her blue eyes, "You know, I think she's still watching over me. Not like... a God thing but more like she's just watching."

OOC: That's wicked scary. :o

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April listened as Robyn spoke. She knew that's what Robyn needed from her; a person to listen and not judge. It was hard to completely understand, as April had never lost anyone close to her, but she attempted to comprehend the emotions and deep feelings, and to comfort her.

"That must have be terribly distressing for you... and having a sister who you can't even share your feelings with. That must be really tough on you. But I'm here to listen, just like now..." she trailed off.

"You know, I think she's still watching over me. Not like... a God thing but more like she's just watching."

"I can understand that, though. She'll always be there to watch over you, I hope you know. She cared about you a lot, I'm sure. She probably wanted the best for you, Robyn." She played with the strands of Robyn's hair lightly. It was very short.

"So, why did you decide to cut it? Although, I do like it."

"It's almost the same for you isn't it? I mean, if your sister is a traitor then you can't talk to her, and vice-versa. Your sister could almost feel as
much stress as me because she doesn't have a sister to talk to. I know it's none of my business but, maybe she does feel... like you've
abandoned her and now she's alone in the world." Robyn stopped and looked down, "I'm sorry. That...wasn't my place." Robyn bit her lip,
and went to answer Aprils other question.
"I cut it because it was like... cutting off the attatchment to my mother. I mean, I'm not forgetting her but I'm... kinda letting her go. Not all the way
letting her go, 'cause obviosly I have yet to do that." She hadn't had anybody play with her hair since her mother. She refused to tense up
but her mind and her body were continuously arguing.

April thought for a moment and then said, "Yes, but, my sister and I aren't twins. And we really haven't got any common ground to work with, or a tragic event or anything to bring us together. Besides, she's older than me, and thinks the world revolves around her. It's obnoxious, really."

April watched Robyn's movements and the way she talked about her mother. It must have been so hard for her; April couldn't imagine it or put those feelings into true words. Nothing would come out right, she was sure.

Absently playing with Robyn's hair, she noticed the girl seemed to be struggling with it.

"Do you not want me to do this?" she asked, knowingRobyn would know what she was speaking of.

Robyn shrugged, “Okay. I was just saying though. And being a twin merely means you were born a few minutes apart by the same mother. It really means nothing. People think it’s special when it could be just like normal sisters.” Robyn clamped her mouth shut, and then sighing, apologized, “Sorry, I’m just touchy about the whole ‘twins’ subject.”
April asked if it was okay that she was playing with her hair, and Robyn shrugged.
“Nobody’s played with my hair for a really long time. Just… kinda weird.”

April nodded, trying to understand the whole twins concept. She knew they weren't the same person; but thought they were at lteast a bit... closer, than say, others.

"Oh," she mentioned, listening to Robyn tell her about how no one had played with her hair in a long time. "I like when people play with my hair, I thought you'd think it was relaxing. It relaxes me. I don't know..." She trailed off.

April was trying to think how she would react if she had been in Robyn's place. Maybe just as well, maybe worse. She didn't know. She tended to hide her feelings inside her and never share with another.

"So, are you really okay now, or are you pretending to be okay for my benefit?"

“I love to play with hair. It’s the joy of my life, that and music.” Robyn’s smile was still weak. “I guess it is relaxing, I just used to be over protective of my hair…” Robyn let the sentence hang; she stared at the moon that was shining its light into the room.
“I think… I’ll be okay tomorrow. I’ll stay a bit on the edge today, merely because I can. But, I don’t fake emotions for other’s benefits, it’s against my nature.” Robyn smiled, a real smile, and rolled her eyes.

April understood Robyn's point of view. She also had a feeling that he rhair had a lot to do with her mother, so she knew she should stop. But Robyn's hair was so pretty and soft, she didn't want to. So she didn't.

"You sound a lot like me, actually. I let people see my emotions, but I never share the reasoning behind it. I admire you for telling me about... your mother. I would never be able to confide that in someone I had just met, basically."

"Not that I don't... trust you, of course. I'm just not that type of person, you understand I'm sure. Feeling a little better, though?" She asked, hoping she had at least temporarily brightened the girl's night. The candles were creating odd shadows on the stone walls, and it almost weirded her out for a moment before she realized what it was. Robyn looked very pale in the candlelight.

Robyn blew some bangs out of her eyes, “I think, I’ll make it come back… maybe not now but I’ll make my hair grow out. A little bit of wand work and it’ll be grown in… oh… a couple minutes, maybe a few seconds.” Robyn stopped to let April talk.
“Well, it’s good I found somebody kinda like me. I thought it was impossible.” Robyn smiled, “I can confide in whoever will listen. And yea, I am feeling a bit better.”

"That's good. I'm glad to hear it." She really was, and was surprised to hear that. She didn't have many close friends that were girls, she found them annoying and too materialistic for thier own good. She only really humng out with Tyle, at home, and he was too old for school. Yes, he best friend was already out of school. 18 years olf and proud.

"So, you've told me so much about yourself. Would you like me to distract you from the horrible events, and listen to my mindless rambling? Or do you want to talk some more?" she asked. She wasn't sure what she'd rather do, but she just wanted to help Robyn get through it. And she didn't want to see any more eery candles. Eek.

“I’ll listen to your mindless rambling, but if it makes you feel better I hide my candles. They seem to freak you out a bit.” Robyn carefully blew out the candles and out them in a small messenger bag she had. Robyn smiled and sat up, crossing her legs and putting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands.
“You may begin rambling, now.” Robyn smiled.

April look a deep breath. It was very dark; if Robyn hadn't been inches away from her, she wouldn't have seen her at all. The candles were put away, and the darkness was encroaching upon them slowly.

"Well... let's see. So I don't get along with my sister. I think I've told you that... so we have something in common a bit. But, my neighbor, and best friend, Tyler, is amazing. Hes funny, witty, smart. You know, all good things."

She wasn't sure why she was talking about Tyler first; but it just seemed natural as the words flowerd freely from her lips.

"Tyler is eighteen, so he's out of school. Not that he went to school... he was homeschooled, with me, which is why I haven't been around until recently. But now he's done, so he has a job with my father, so he's not around as much. I do miss him ,but I decided to come to school with my sister."

"But Tyler... he's so much older than me. He's sen the world, and knows what it's like. But he's never... been with anyone. My sister has a major fancy for him. But I think... I think he may... love me. Don't laugh. It's weird, because I think I may just love him too. But he's supposed to be my best friend. I just don't know how I'm supposed to be able to tell the difference..."

Robyn smiled softly when April talked about Tyler. She knew exactly how she felt, in every way, and how so wrong it was to have fallen in love with someone who months ago kissing would’ve been like kissing your own brother.
“I’m not gonna laugh, ‘cause I know exactly how you feel. The only difference is Triston isn’t much older than me. Only a year or so… But it’s so unfair! Because, only a few months ago you think, ‘He’s like my brother! I’d never date him!’ but now it’s like ‘I hope I catch him staring. Or, I wonder, does he love me.’ And all this lovey-dovey crap you never had to deal with before has suddenly decided to pop up and scream AWKAWARD!” Robyn paused, “Trust me, I know EXACTLY how you feel.”

April contemplated that for a few moments. It was good to duscuss her feelings with someone for once. She'd never dreamt of doing this before... except with Tyler. Except, lately, that had become harder.

"It's refreshing to know I'm not alone in this... situation. What did you do about your fancy for Tristan then? Because it may just help me."

Robyn sighed, “I did an absolute thing called ran away. I don’t know April, I’m still in love with him and he doesn’t know. I just try to act normal, but sometimes things just get awkward. I hate that we can’t be as close friends but then again I wish we were more than close friends. I hate it. I really do.” Robyn sighed, and tugged on a few strands of her hair pondering.

April thought about that.

"I know it's very hypocritical of me to say this, and perhaps I should take my own advice... but maybe you ought to tell Tristan, you know? Let it out? What's the worst that can happen... him not like you? There's more fish in the sea."

April laughed to herself lightly, knowing she should take her own advice. It was weird to be giving advice to someone when she should be listening to herself and writing Tyler a letter right now. She had thought about it for ages... but then she'd feel stupid and ashamed if he didn't return the feelings.

"Maybe, I ought to take my own advice, huh?" April said, laughing to herself, and nuding Robyn.

Robyn doubted that April could beat Ravyn. Ravyn was much stronger than she looked, and knew how to dodge lots of other hexes. Ravyn trained all the time… it was freaky.
“Okay.” Robyn said simply, “And I wouldn’t mind if you killed her! Want me to get her?” Robyn faked excitement.
“It doesn’t make you obnoxious, Ameria’s rich and I’m not obnoxious. And being rich doesn’t make you obnoxious, it’s just Ravyn and her friends…” Robyn shrugged.

OOC: did you reply back to the wrong one? Ahahahhaa.

OOC: crrraaaapppp! *bangs head on desk.* I'll fix it later....

OOC: No problem. Whenever you get to it :)

“I can’t tell him that. I heard him and Brandon playing Would You Ever and Brandon asked Triston, ‘would you ever date Robyn?’ and Triston said no. So I know his answer, because he tells Brandon EVERYTHING.” Robyn shrugged, it made her sad that day, and she hated herself for falling in love with him.
“Maybe you should, and tell me the results so I can think about trying it. I’m not really a… risk taker in case you haven’t noticed.
OOC: The original was better but I lost it and so sorry it’s short.

OOC: understandable :)

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April nodded her head.

"I've noticed. You probably should go out there and take a risk every now and then... and I'm thinking of atleast writing Tyler soon. I haven't talked to hi msince I got here, so I probably should... although he hasn't wrote me either..." she trailed off thoughtfully.

"That really sucks about Tristan. But maybe he's just bluffing, because Brandon wouldn't understand or something. I don't know, boys are confusing sometimes. " She sighed.

"But, Would you Ever is the best game ever," she said, laughing.