In Da Park{open}

[Billy M. Stephens]

Billy had been walking through the park for a while. The sun was high in the sky and it was just hot in general. He huffed and plugged up his nano to it's headphones. Turning it up full blast, he flipped to My Chemical Romance's song Mama. It was his favorite song, seeing as he despised his mother. She was evil, pure and simple. As he walked through the park, several people stared at his six foot frame. Who wouldn't? Billy was wearing a MCR tee shirt along with some black super tight jeans and converse. This was nothing unusual, but his arms, face and hair were unusual. He had a few of his piercings in. Eyebrow, lip and gauges, no nosering. Plus, he had tattoos running up and down his slender arms. His eyes were covered thickly in eyeliner while his hair stuck up from gel.

Billy saw a tree and a smirk crossed his lips. Should he climb it? Or just sit under the tree? He decided to sit under the tree, seeing as he was pretty damn lazy this particular day. He plopped down and turned his iPod up full blast. The song changed from Mama to Kenedy, by the awesome, rule-the-world band known as Kill Hannah. He lip sang to the song, swaying slightly. No one would ever think this highschool senior would have major problems. Not a single soul. Well, Billy had these major problems. His parents hated him from day one, his father died when he was around ten years, his mother constantly made him breakdown and go into solitary for several days, weeks, or(in one occasion) months. Now, he was pretty okay. A little shakey. But still okay.

[Harmony Harper]

Harmony grinned. All was well in her world, her younger sister Ivy had a new friend and Gwendolyn was practicing some sport of hers. So, since her day was going well she had brought herself to the park. She was dressed nicely as usual. Her brunette hair was held back in a dark red clip and she wore a matching halter top and black jeans. On her feet she wore red heels making her normally tall person even taller. She wasn't quite sure what had brought her here, but it was pretty enough. She had her iPod in and was listening to Kelly Clarkson's Breakaway.

Suddenly she noticed a guy sitting under a tree. She was singing, but not too loud and he had music playing as well. She wasn't sure if she should approach, but decided to ignore the feeling that maybe she shouldn't. He could always tell her to leave him alone after all. She pulled her earphones out and approached him. She stopped when she was within a foot of him and smiled at him. "Do you mind if I join you" she asked him. She was fairly sure he couldn't hear her through his music, but hoped he would understand anyway.

His look was different than anyone she had ever met. Well, actually that wasn't quite true, but since she was eight she hadn't met guys like him. She had been stuck with preppy, private school boys. This guy intrigued her though, although she would understand if he hated her on sight for looking like a cookie cutter pop princess. She wasn't about to change herself, especially her tastes for a guy, no matter how good looking.

[Billy M. Stephens]

Looking around the park to kind of...scope out the ladies, he spotted a chick in mostly red. She was cute but a popular chicka as well. He looked her over and shrugged, going back to lipsinging. At this time, she was about...oh ten or twenty feet away from him, so she probably couldn't tell he was looking her over. Billy sat straight up, his eyes going wide as a Blaqk Audio song came on. He also banged his head onto the tree trunk and screwed his face into a scowl. Ow. Trees plus head equals PAIN. He kept that scowl on and turned the song to some random Panic! At The Disco song. Jamming along to Camisado, he didn't notice the princess coming up to him. He was kind of...surprised.

Billy shook the earbuds out of his ears and shrugged. "Sure. I don't mind. Oh, nice shoes." He gave her a go-and-do-whatever-the-hell-you-want nod. He dropped the iPod into his lap and groped for his bag, soon finding it. He produced a huge bag of Cheeze Doodles and a two-litre bottle of Dr. Pepper. Now, a thing everyone must know about dearest Billy is that he is absolutely in love with the Cheeze Doodles and Dr. Pepper combo. In his mind, it's perfect. Cheesey, salty, and unhealty. The three things Billy loved. Well, besides ciggarettes...

[Harmony Harper]

Harmony raised a single eyebrow as she saw him hit his head on the tree. It looked like it would have hurt, but he didn't seem to be bothered by it too much. She found herself still smiling as he told her she was free to do as she wished and told her he liked her shoes. It wasn't exactly the reaction she had been expecting, but she wasn't about to complain. She dropped down beside him and watched him look through his bag and pull out some junk food. She knew her parents wouldn't approve of him, but her parents approval had never bugged her much. She wouldn't have gotten the tattoo if she had. She wasn't exactly sure how to react to guys like him though.

She groaned inwardly as she realized that she had absolutely no clue how to interact with non private school guys. The list of guys she had been with were polo wearing preps, although it wasn't exactly her fault. Don't get her wrong she was very happy to be going back to public school, but public schoolers did have a very different code to follow. "Thanks" she told him, the one thing she did know was not to mention brands in front of these people.

She glanced at his shirt, alright if she was being honest with herself she was looking at his chest and noticed the MCR theme. "My Chemical Romance, huh" she said thoughtfully, "I've heard a couple of their songs, they're pretty good." She wasn't lying, but she had only been able to hear it when her old best friend stole her brothers CD. Apparently he had been going through 'a phase', well according to her friends parents anyways.

She couldn't help but smile at the junk food he had pulled out. Public school was such a different world, she thought wondrously. She grimaced as she remembered the guys at her old school who were almost as conscious of their looks as the girls. They were even always talking about the newest diets and ways to stay fit. Seeing people like this guy brought back the memories of what real guys were like, masculine. "I'm Harmony Harper" she told him introducing herself and hoping he would take the clue and introduce himself as well.

[Billy M. Stephens]

Billy watched her sit down and raised both eyebrows. She was quite well dressed. All designer. Yes, Billy knew designer from department and actually had a few designer things...perchased from Goodwill, of course. But they were still Chanel, Gucci, Prada. You know. There's only one reason why he actually knows anything about designers. This is simply because he did a Drag Queen week each year. About twice a year...as well. So, of course, he had to look all designer. It was awesome. And he really only did it for kicks, anyways. Though some thought it was pretty freaky.

He looked over at her once again. "Welcome. What designer? I'm a fan of Louis Vuttion. The shoes are awesome." He nodded in the oh-yes-stare-at-me-if-you-must way and popped open his Cheeze Doodles. He also opened the DP and chugged until it reached the top of the lable. He stopped and smacked his lips together, offering the bottle to her and popping some Cheeze Doodles in his mouth. With his mouth full, he introduced himself. "Billy Martin Stephens. Yeah...MCR is awesome. But Blaqk Audio is awesome." He nodded in a matter of factly way.

[Harmony Harper]

She really was shocked when he started talking about designers. Although she didn't know why, he just didn't seem like a designer clothing guy. "They're Jimmy Choo actually, but Louis Vuitton is definitely awesome" she told him, "I'm more into Louis Vuitton handbags though." She realized she had actually forgotten to bring a bag with her and was surprised, usually she didn't forget things like that.

She watched him drink his Doctor Pepper and was honestly surprised when he offered her some. She smiled, "Thanks" she told him taking the bottle and a large sip before handing it back to him. He told her that his name was Billy and she smiled. It was so normal, all of the people at her old school had such insane names. Her old best friend, yes the one with the brother who was going through 'a phase' was named Bexley and the brother was named Thelonius.

She listened to his opinions on music and bit her lip. "Never actually heard them" she admitted, "In all honestly the only reason I've heard MCR is because my old best friends brother liked that type of music. Much to his parents disgrace." She rolled her eyes, "The parents in that world all want their kids to be ivy league, good looking, and of course normal, but at the same time unique" she told him, "It can and does create many boring people."

[Billy M. Stephens]

Billy sat there and watched her, raising a brow as she drank. Only a few people would actually do that. They were Ashley, his bestest friend who he moved away from and really cool people. She, aparently was cool. "Jimmy Choo. Cool." He nodded and admired the shoes for a moment. "So, what's the dealio? How come you're hanging with the weird little escena kid?" He quirked a brow and smiled playfully. She was probably either trying to get dirt or was bored. But, there could have been a different motive...

He slung his arm over he shoulders and hugged her close. "Buddy." He grinned and laughed, letting her go. Random... He settled back and listened to her describing Private School life. "Whoah. I know exactly what you mean...Dude. Okay, not really. But in the clink, they make us all boring...Ick." He rolled his eyes as if it were no big deal, going to jail and all.

[Harmony Harper]

She sighed when he asked her why she was talking to 'the weird little escena kid'. "I hate that" she told him, "The cliquing and the labels people put on each other." She paused, "I'm talking to you because you seem cool" she told him, "and because it's been a long time since I've talked to anyone with real opinions on things." She giggled, "I'm not sure if you've ever talked to a private school kid born and bred, but they don't" she told him, "Sure, they can talk big, but they've never actually formed their own personal opinions they mostly just quote their rich daddies."

She looked into the sky remembering how enchanted she had become with some of those boys for awhile, and laughed at herself. "For the record, although I'm not sure if this will help my case, I wasn't born with money. We came into it when I was eight, so as you can see I was bound to get tired of private school guys eventually" she couldn't help but grin when he put his arm around her, "I'm so glad I'm going back to public school, if I got stuck in another class of those guys I think I would shoot myself."

She raised an eyebrow when he mentioned that he had gone to jail. "Well, apparently their methods didn't work on you, because you seem far from boring" she rolled her eyes, "and trust me, I know boring." She grinned and then added, "Oh and about your earlier question of why I'm talking to you" she paused, "I must say your good looks don't hurt." She thought for a moment, "I suppose I can ask you the same question" she said nodding, "Why are you allowing the rich little potranca girl to talk to you?"

[Billy M. Stephens]

Billy's lips twitched into a smile. She was being a very nice little rich girl. Veeery nice. He scotted closer and slung his arm over her shoulder again. "Well, I do have opinions. Sometimes others don't like 'em either. Like...I think the Port-whatever should hang with all the cliques, instead of just the Athlete kids." He rolled his eyes. Rich daddies...His father worked at the post office. And died there too. He was speared by one of those forklift things. Of course, he died instantly...But Billy's momma still always blamed him and his sister constantly cried.

Swimming out of his sea of thoughts, he looked her in the eye and quirked a brow. "You hate being money-gifted? Well then give me your money! My mom doesn't even support me. At all. Grandma does though." He grinned while his hand on her shoulder poked her cheek gingerly. Pranksttteerr. Yes, he was.

Gtinning like a three-year-old who had just accomplished some amazing feat, he replied to her jail comment with one word. "Nope!" It was true. He'd gone on his eighteenth birthday. Gotten caught with...possession of drugs. Quite frankly, he thought the punishment was stupid. All he had was a little crack. Nothing like heroin or that kind of crap. Well, when he got out after a week or so, he decided to stick to ciggarettes. Just ciggarettes. Billy smiled at her question. "Oh, I decided to talk to you because you are absolutely adorable and you talked to me." He smiled and patted her shoulder with the hand that was still over there.

[Harmony Harper]

She smiled when he put his arm back over his shoulder again. "Well, I agree" she grinned, "but don't diss the athletes." She said this very seriously, "Well, you can diss they guys all you want, they are annoying, but my little sister's an athlete, and I am very protective" she laughed, "I probably shouldn't be the protective one since she's the one who used to get in the physical fights with people who messed with us... and she was five." "I hang with whoever I want to hang with" she said, upon realizing how conceited this sounded she added, "Well, as long as they're fine with hanging with me."

She laughed when he made the comment of being money gifted. "Well, there are perks" she said nodding and pointing at her shoes, "but it can be a pain sometimes." She paused, "I'm sorry about your mom" she told him, "My mom always has stood behind us, even when we were little and the five of us were living in a one bedroom apartment. She's our rock, even if we lost everything we had she'd still be there supporting us all." She giggled when he poked her cheek, "Oh, I'll get you for that one" she told him. She grinned and poked him back.

She laughed at the fact that they were acting like little kids, but it was fun. She listened to his answer about the jail thing, it was one word long. She felt herself blush as he told her she was adorable and felt him pat her shoulder. "Aw, thanks" she fake glared at him, "You made me blush meanie." She tapped his arm, "That wasn't very nice. I bet I look like a tomato now, and tomatoes aren't very adorable."

[Billy M. Stephens]

Billy nodded. "So do I. And I hang with everyone. Because I am awesome." He nodded as if this was the clearest fact in the entire world. Well, it was...Kind of. The only person who outranked him would be...Mat Devine, the lead singer of Kill Hannah. "Yeah, the guys are annoying. All they think about it sports sports sports. I don't even think they think about sex and all that. Weirdos." Yeah, he'd said it. So what? He is a guy, after all.

"Perks there are. Shopping, new clothes, shopping, all the Doctor Pepper and Cheeze Doodles you can eat...Um, duh!" He laughed and then grew mellow and quiet. "Oh, it's okay. Not your fault my mom is a psychopath." He smiled again and glared at her as she poked him. "Hey! Only I have poking rights in this conversation." to prove his point, he poked her on the forehead with his free hand while his other still rested across her shoulders. At her comment of making her blush he smiled ever so softly. "Nuh uh! Those cherry tomatoes are absolutely adorable. And you do not look anything like a tomato. More like a smexy hamburger..." He burst out laughing, as this line was from the new movie, Superbad that he saw just a few days ago.

[Harmony Harper]

She nodded in agreement, "Yes, you are awesome, oh supreme one" she said giggling. Harmony listened to his comments on the athletic guys, and raised an eyebrow when he mentioned sex. "Why do I get this feeling that you think about it... a lot" she said with a small smile, "I will agree that they are a little over the top, even my sister can be kind of over the top sometimes." She shrugged, "By the way I know for a fact they think about one other thing" she paused for dramatic effect, it didn't work very well though because she began to laugh, "Their hair."

"I can tell you like to shop, just a little bit" she told him chuckling listening to his list of perks." "Try this list on for size though" she began, "Private schools, which mean uniforms, cotillions, guys who are as effeminate as the girls, girls who are ruthless backstabbers, no junk food because you're expected to look perfect and you putting on a pound is the equivalent of your death." She stopped as the list was making her upset, "Well, let's put it this way, as with anything in life there are the upsides and the downsides."

She smiled again though when he said that he was the only one with poking rights. "Fine, you get poking rights" she said as he poked her forehead, "but I have, uh elbow rights." To prove her point she elbowed his softly in the side shaking with laughter. She laughed a little at his comment, "Well you're right about cherry tomatoes, and that's from Superbad right" she asked him, "I didn't actually get to see the whole thing, I snuck in with my friend for a bit on the day we moved, but I saw a bit of it."

[Billy M. Stephens]

Billy settled against the tree and listened to her quietly, his arm still around her shoulders. She was so pretty. Like a little angel. He looked at the way her hair cascaded down her back, the way she formed her words, so delicately. Awh, damn! He had a crush on this chick. Well, she was gorgeous. And as sweet as homemade apple pie. He turned his eyes back to her face. "Well, yes, I do think about sex...a lot. But I am a male. So, yeah." He laughed. That was pretty much all most males thought about...But everyone already knew that.

As Billy listened to her list, his face turned from joy to shock to downright disgust. "No junkfood? Wow." He sat there for a moment before grabbing a Cheeze Doodle and touching it to her perfect lips. "Eat it! You shall die without junkfood. You will, trust me." He gave her the oh-my-god-do-it-or-you-will-die look and proceded to poke her with the Cheeze Doodle. Wooow. Billy could take certain things way too far...

Billy went back to his normal self. "Yep. They taste good too." A mischevious look came across his face. Oh, yeah. He wanted to kiss her, but not out here, in public... "Oh, yeah, that movie was so funny and I got kicked out..." He laughed and inched closer to his prey...

[Harmony Harper]

"It's true, you certainly are a male" she told him thoughtfully, "I'm unsure if I've actually met one of those before, but you seem to fit the definition." She laughed when he started trying to get her to eat the Cheeze Doodle.

She grinned wickedly, and pulled it from his hand with her mouth eating it slowly. She closed her eyes and allowed the flavors to really sink in. "Mmm" she muttered, "It's been awhile since I've had junk food." She thought for a moment, "An oreo" she told him, "The last piece of junk food I had was an oreo before we moved, so back when I was eight."

"You got kicked out" Harmony asked him raising her eyebrow, "Do I want to know why?" Suddenly she realized that his eyes were on her and he was moving closer. She wondered if he was going to kiss her, or if it was just another one of his jokes. If it was the first one he was certainly a fast mover, and if it was the second, well she'd be a little upset, but she'd get over it. Well, eventually.

[Billy M. Stephens]

Billy laughed. "Why thank you. What makes me so manly?" He furrowed his brow and flexed his free arm, looking all manly. He rolled his eyes and stopped. "Psscht! As if." He laughed. Billy had slender arms and almost no muscle, seeing as he was really really super lazy. The only time he excercized was in the early morning. And all he even did was jog a mile or so. Whooo. Yeah. Go lazy!

He smiled when she ate the doodle. "Good god! And you're how old now? Jeez!" He set the Cheeze Doodles in between them and tilted them. "I live off that crap. I'm serious. I would die without it. No kidding." He nodded matter-of-factly and fiddled with his lipring. It was one of those labret piercings in the middle of his lip. It was really cool too.

His smile widened to a grin. "Yep! I got kicked out because a bunch of my friends started wrestling. In the middle of the theater. I don't know why, we just did." He grinned and poked her cheek again, laughing. "This is like...awesome. I like talking with you."