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PoV Alex

To hide your true feelings and emotions from anyone? Why not! Pretend to be a cold heart bitch and unbreakable dumbfuck? No problems! Just why is it needed, all of this pretentiousness? Why the f*ck do i do it? Why can't i be like anyone else? No-one imagines how hard it is - to fight with this eternal heaviness in my soul, headache and mood swings, like a true hysteric? F*ck this. And do you know fuck what else? Everything!

But maybe I am indeed a hysteric. Maybe, people indeed think that I'm crazy. They want me to be like anyone else. But how on earth can someone that utter psycho like me be like anyone else? Alright, ok Alex, stop whining. Concentrate and put on your mask - this has been working all of these years, will work right now too.

The purpose of this lyrical digression? For the reason that you could understand what kind of interesting flows of thoughts sometimes run through my mind. at this moment, standing in front of this freshly arrived creature called Nicholas, I've just dropped out of reality. Instead of taking him on a tour around the center and showing him everything. Lucie at once took the girl to herself, I haven't even remembered her name. I'm hearing the voice of this guy, who was obviously trying to catch my attention, but what is he saying, I can't hear. Thoughts wouldn't let me, I'm like in a vacuum. Come on Alex, not now, no-one needs your paroxysms, don't scare him.

And I'm free. Nicholas is looking at me with the eyes where one can easily read the question "Why the hell did they leave me with this psycho?!" But, my dear, you don't know the worst part yet.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not a beast, am I?", ha, I'm just a master of controversies.

"Not to look at you how?", he mumbles. Aw he's cute, so calm, undeceive. I like that in people, but it pushes me away a bit too at the same time.

"Don't drill me with that cute lost look of yours", I pronounced it aloud.

Nicholas's cheeks made an attempt of blushing, but he quickly managed with this, turning his eyes away. Hmm, and I do like his pants... Ok, don't drop out!
And we set out for our walk around the center. He's so wordless. And so prettily not letting himself look at me. What's the matter? I'm not attractive enough for His Majesty?

"How is it here?", ow wow Alex, you can ask normal questions.

"I like it", I hear an indistinct squeak from his side. Nope, i'm not giving up that easily.

"And here we have a hayloft and a place for dung. Not recommending you to go there in your pants-ids", I almost noticed a smile on his face, but he has neatly hidden it, "Doesn't matter. You know, I'm sure that you're a great rider. I'd love to see you working out"

"Stop it", he babbles in response.

"Stop what?", aw how do I love this tactic. Walking as close to the person as I can, talking almost whispering in one's ear. Has been working with Quentin every time. And with this one, as I can see, too. Oh I indeed will get him down to a heart attack.

"Stop embarrassing me", Nicholas drops out, causing a smirk on my face.

"Aw come on, Nicky, enough acting up. i'm just trying to be friendly", I giggle, outracing him, turning around, staying in front and walking with my back forwards.

He looks at me with incomprehension, while I'm continuing with my weird walking pattern. Come on, look in my eyes. The look of the companion is always the most important thing for me, you can tell a lot by just one look.

"Don't call me Nicky", and yes, he raises his eyes, looking straight into mines.

Have you ever felt yourself like you've been just looked right into your soul and absolutely all of your secrets have gotten revealed at once? That was it with me right now. This lad has some piercing look. Having walked a couple more meters looking into each others' eyes, he got tired of it and he looked away as nothing happened. And we continued on out stables' tour, I was showing and telling him everything except the important informations.Alright, alright. I told him about everything, but exaggerating and adding absolutely unnecessary facts. Like, for example, I considered it to be a thing of a vital importance to tell him how once, Andreas while repairing the roof of the round pan, hit his palm with hammer with all of his force, leading to his epic fall accompanied by glorious flow of swearing, in comparison to which even my oratory skill was just smoking by the side. And here we were approaching the boarding house, the terrace of which was surprisingly crowd-less.

"So yeah, that's kinda how we live in here", I'm making a 'clever' conclusion, and Nicky is evidently looking a bit lost. Such a cutie.

"Thanks for the tour", he imitates a resemblance of a smile, but you can't fool me. I can see how fake it is.

"You're welcome, Nicky", aw yes, here's his weak point. I just love touching people's weaknesses. He somehow prettily squished his nose, after what the corners of his lips toughened. And i've used the word prettily too much for today, not okay.

I heard the steps behind and not even seeing the owner of those, I could tell it was Lucie.

"Nicholas, I hope this red beast hasn't scared you a lot?", she smiles, punching me in my ribs.

"Shut up blondie! I can be very sweet, can I, Nicky?", I wink to him and not waiting for the answer, I proudly walk into the house. Yep, weird acquaintance.

I didn't know this guy. Or, I have been knowing him for some half an hour, if not less. but I have already known that there was something around him, which I could't get. And I knew, that a lot could change from this day. But for now I'm still that "red headed psycho", and that means that nothing extraordinary is happening. And, my dears, that huge flow of thoughts strikes again, from which, ok ok, I will save you. But just this time.

(...to be continued...)

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Nick (c) by TwiggyStone

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Description
... am I?

STORY FUN TIME WITH TwiggyStone 's buddies

Here we go hun, finally my part of this cool story, where none of us knows what will happen

NEXT PART ARRIVED FROM AWESOME TwiggyStone , GO AHEAD AND ENJOY THE BEAUTIFUL STORY AND ILLUSTRATION!

_____________________________________________

Previous part

Storyline

PoV Alex

To hide your true feelings and emotions from anyone? Why not! Pretend to be a cold heart bitch and unbreakable dumbfuck? No problems! Just why is it needed, all of this pretentiousness? Why the f*ck do i do it? Why can't i be like anyone else? No-one imagines how hard it is - to fight with this eternal heaviness in my soul, headache and mood swings, like a true hysteric? F*ck this. And do you know fuck what else? Everything!

But maybe I am indeed a hysteric. Maybe, people indeed think that I'm crazy. They want me to be like anyone else. But how on earth can someone that utter psycho like me be like anyone else? Alright, ok Alex, stop whining. Concentrate and put on your mask - this has been working all of these years, will work right now too.

The purpose of this lyrical digression? For the reason that you could understand what kind of interesting flows of thoughts sometimes run through my mind. at this moment, standing in front of this freshly arrived creature called Nicholas, I've just dropped out of reality. Instead of taking him on a tour around the center and showing him everything. Lucie at once took the girl to herself, I haven't even remembered her name. I'm hearing the voice of this guy, who was obviously trying to catch my attention, but what is he saying, I can't hear. Thoughts wouldn't let me, I'm like in a vacuum. Come on Alex, not now, no-one needs your paroxysms, don't scare him.

And I'm free. Nicholas is looking at me with the eyes where one can easily read the question "Why the hell did they leave me with this psycho?!" But, my dear, you don't know the worst part yet.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not a beast, am I?", ha, I'm just a master of controversies.

"Not to look at you how?", he mumbles. Aw he's cute, so calm, undeceive. I like that in people, but it pushes me away a bit too at the same time.

"Don't drill me with that cute lost look of yours", I pronounced it aloud.

Nicholas's cheeks made an attempt of blushing, but he quickly managed with this, turning his eyes away. Hmm, and I do like his pants... Ok, don't drop out!
And we set out for our walk around the center. He's so wordless. And so prettily not letting himself look at me. What's the matter? I'm not attractive enough for His Majesty?

"How is it here?", ow wow Alex, you can ask normal questions.

"I like it", I hear an indistinct squeak from his side. Nope, i'm not giving up that easily.

"And here we have a hayloft and a place for dung. Not recommending you to go there in your pants-ids", I almost noticed a smile on his face, but he has neatly hidden it, "Doesn't matter. You know, I'm sure that you're a great rider. I'd love to see you working out"

"Stop it", he babbles in response.

"Stop what?", aw how do I love this tactic. Walking as close to the person as I can, talking almost whispering in one's ear. Has been working with Quentin every time. And with this one, as I can see, too. Oh I indeed will get him down to a heart attack.

"Stop embarrassing me", Nicholas drops out, causing a smirk on my face.

"Aw come on, Nicky, enough acting up. i'm just trying to be friendly", I giggle, outracing him, turning around, staying in front and walking with my back forwards.

He looks at me with incomprehension, while I'm continuing with my weird walking pattern. Come on, look in my eyes. The look of the companion is always the most important thing for me, you can tell a lot by just one look.

"Don't call me Nicky", and yes, he raises his eyes, looking straight into mines.

Have you ever felt yourself like you've been just looked right into your soul and absolutely all of your secrets have gotten revealed at once? That was it with me right now. This lad has some piercing look. Having walked a couple more meters looking into each others' eyes, he got tired of it and he looked away as nothing happened. And we continued on out stables' tour, I was showing and telling him everything except the important informations.Alright, alright. I told him about everything, but exaggerating and adding absolutely unnecessary facts. Like, for example, I considered it to be a thing of a vital importance to tell him how once, Andreas while repairing the roof of the round pan, hit his palm with hammer with all of his force, leading to his epic fall accompanied by glorious flow of swearing, in comparison to which even my oratory skill was just smoking by the side. And here we were approaching the boarding house, the terrace of which was surprisingly crowd-less.

"So yeah, that's kinda how we live in here", I'm making a 'clever' conclusion, and Nicky is evidently looking a bit lost. Such a cutie.

"Thanks for the tour", he imitates a resemblance of a smile, but you can't fool me. I can see how fake it is.

"You're welcome, Nicky", aw yes, here's his weak point. I just love touching people's weaknesses. He somehow prettily squished his nose, after what the corners of his lips toughened. And i've used the word prettily too much for today, not okay.

I heard the steps behind and not even seeing the owner of those, I could tell it was Lucie.

"Nicholas, I hope this red beast hasn't scared you a lot?", she smiles, punching me in my ribs.

"Shut up blondie! I can be very sweet, can I, Nicky?", I wink to him and not waiting for the answer, I proudly walk into the house. Yep, weird acquaintance.

I didn't know this guy. Or, I have been knowing him for some half an hour, if not less. but I have already known that there was something around him, which I could't get. And I knew, that a lot could change from this day. But for now I'm still that "red headed psycho", and that means that nothing extraordinary is happening. And, my dears, that huge flow of thoughts strikes again, from which, ok ok, I will save you. But just this time.

(...to be continued...)

Next part
_____________________________________________

Alex (c) by me
Nick (c) by TwiggyStone

Art by me c:
_____________________________________________

SUBSCRIBE TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL FOR SPEEDPAINTS AND INTERESTING STUFF!
TAKE A LOOK AT MY TUMBLR (FOR REQUESTS AS WELL)
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Tools of trade:

Story is written by my amazing sister, translated by me

References used: nope, just a random google pic for a background

Photoshop CS5