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Cameron dug his heels into the earth beneath him and slowly rocked himself to appear cool and collected despite his 'wife' ranting and tantruming in the now ripped screen door. Wonder who's 'gonna pay for that? Maybe I should learn how to fix it..hmm.. He'd never envisioned himself as a handyman, then again, he never really thought about the future.

He couldn't believe she had the audacity to be upset by his ignoring of her. After all, they were complete strangers and she may not be crazy, but she was definitely something..odd. His fingers slipped into his coat pocket and with a glow of light, a cigarette magicked itself in his mouth. He took one puff before stepping back into his new home and sliding the door close behind him. Then he took out the little palm sized composition book he used to communicate with others. And so he began to trudge upstairs to their shared room.

Before he got up there, he began to scribble in his book for a few moments. He would not let his mutism slip but the more he thought about it, the more he saw that she was kind of like an adult sized child. That, Cameron could work with. Slapping a blank expression on his face and remembering to replace that fruit bowl downstairs he quietly slid into the room with his book open to the page he'd finished his writing on.

'With my selective mutism and natural shyness, I couldn't even nod at you, let alone talk. We're going to be together, whether we like it or not. So we should at least be on a friendly basis. The more comfortable I am the more I can bring myself to talk to someone. Or so the doctor says.. Anyway I'm sorry, Mrs. Straham.'​

He smiled easily and gently settled down on the bus cushion. Twisting half way to look at the younger girl. "Well, once upon time, in Britain! You know where that is? When that place was still all dragons and stone castles and kings and princesses and dukes and stuff. There was a knight that stood above all. He gazed into the girl's eyes to make sure his story wasn't going to be in vain. When he saw that it was not, he used his hands elaborately to drive his story home and make it more vivid for the little child.

It was only when the bus began to wobble and shake did he realize that something was going on. The grown ups were shouting at the driver; his story had to be cut short as the bus tilted on it's right, driving diagonally and precariously began to crash on the pavement. What Jake managed to do was wrap his arms around Vanilla and let himself crash into whatever they could possibly land into.

There was a sharp pain in his back that was slowly turning into a throb with his heart beat kind of thing but aside from that, he was fine, it was when the bus stop did he trust himself to speak to the Vanilla in his arms. "You alright..?" Of course he was concerned about her, still his other feeling was to stand up and check on his partner, Rosalie.

iiiiiiiiii fouuuuuuuuuund youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

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Resistance is futile. As they say. Who are they, anyway? See, rambling like this is why they think you're screwed up already. Then again, you get alot of time to think to yourself when you don't speak to anyone else. The only one who didn't judge him for not talking was kids. Usually they'd ask 'Why don't you talk, mister?' and when he didn't respond, they'd simply smile as he shook his head then he'd be ask to play and have a good time.

"You're going and that's final. Can't take care of your-damn-self if you won't speak and won't even learn some God damn sign language."

As he packed his bags for what he hoped was the final time. He glanced from one old parent to the other. Had enough to be nineteen with parents nearing sixty, add that to a old fashion parenting and the fact that he wouldn't say a word. Boom, troubles troubles and more troubles. He glanced around his old room. At least they promised to keep it the same. The same sky blue walls that comforted him when he was alone, or day dreaming during his counseling sessions. The very same spot that used to hold his first Nintendo 64. He almost cried as his mother put a cold hand on his shoulder, walking with him quietly out the suburbia to the limo that waited for him. His old man gave him a card and opened the door for him. Before Cameron could settle or even wave a good bye to them, a double tap was heard on the roof of the car and he was lurched back in his seat as the car abruptly took off.

His light violet gaze pierced the tinted window as he kept his expression blank, as was the plan, always the plan. Crazy? My ass. Did suck that they married him off to a chick who was supposedly crazy. He sighed, shifted to the opposite window, and sighed again as the car drove to a stop. The man must've been payed to help him unpack his things, because when Cameron got out of the backseat, the man was already taking his things into the house.

At least his mother had style, the place wasn't bad, or bleak. And a look around the place showed that either everyone was hiding their craziness. Or just as normal as any human should be. It made him grin to think if only they knew.. This all took a minute or two. By then, the man was gone, good thing the parents weren't cheap, the two new cars in the driveway could attest to that. Taking a deep breath he opened the door, and stepped inside, expecting his Russian ordered bride to be standing there, waiting for him.

Surprise surprise! She wasn't, looks like he'd beaten her to being first in the house. It was only as he unpacked that he figured he should see if she was hot or not. After all, it was till death do us part, said the contract. So dressed in his normal red t-shirt and blue ripped and faded jeans. He descended the stairs to meet his bride. His face was a wall, not vivid and one color. He kept his eyeballs pointed to the left, absorbing every physical feature she had through his peripherals. Her words shocked him, especially the part about her not being crazy. But then again, didn't crazy people not think something was wrong with them? Or something like that. He shrugged at her words, not caring one bit. Only figuring her name was useful for later times.

Normal people with selective mutism have sensitivity to others feelings, most of the time. Only thing is, Cameron was pretending, it'd gotten him this far, he'd be damned if this girl made him break his cover. After not meeting her eye for the entire time she spoke, he breezed around her after his shrug and went straight out the sliding glass door that led to the backyard. On paper, he implored his more easily manipulated mother to get this house an old fashioned swing. Just two pieces of rope and a board to hold it all together at the bottom. And there it was, the weather was perfectly warm and the grass perfectly cool under his feet as he made the few feet to the mighty tree in their backyard, he sat on the wooden seat and slowly began to swing. With a surreal joy in his heart and sullen blankness on his face.

I love you.

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This is Fuzzy B. with your patented Double Post Prevention System. DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!! DPPS!!

Hello, FuzzyBlueLights. People describe you as glum, dark and unresponsive. Your name is Cameron Straham. You are 19 years old, and a male. You're a bit unsure, honestly, about this entire ordeal. In reality, you guess feel nervous, hesitant, unwilling, queasy and self conscious about the marriage. Not to mention you felt confused, betrayed and disbelief when you were sent to the mental institution. There are just a lot emotions being tossed around. You aren't crazy. They think you have selective mutism. But they're wrong. You're just...Misunderstood. It doesn't help that they've shipped you off with Jayn, either. Just **** it all. If you could, you'd take 'em all down with Superhuman strength. Yeah. That'd be fun.

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;D ;D ;D My wittle sex kitten.

I know a classic I'm never watching again.

>.> You've made and continue to make moar then me. So don't even give me that.

Stawp making friends.

you and your lumpin' frost! Gosh!

o: I'm currently playing Dragon Quest 9. And I'm liking it so far. So I might play one of the older ones now. XD And I currently own Black.

>:l go to bed!

XD I've played all of the FF main stories. From the times of Warriors and Mages, to the escapades of Lightning. Except for FF11. And I've currently am playing The World Ends With You. It is in my Top 10 favorite games. <3 Wonderful OST.

Nom nom nom bby. Nom nom nom. <3

>.> I forgot this existed.