I'm Just Resting, I Swear.

If Shell didn't know any better, he'd say he was lost. But he would never admit that. He always looked at being lost like exploring unknown areas with no idea where you're headed or where you'll turn up. All he knew for certain was that he was still on campus, in a tower. He continued to climb the stairs, trying a door every so often to check if it was open; so far he was unsuccessful.

The boy glanced out the window and swallowed hard and he noticed how high up he was. He breathed deep and agreed to try one more door before heading back down. And what do you know? The door he tried was open. Shell opened the door a crack and peeped through, checking for vacancy. It was completely empty. Swinging the door open, he stepped in and relaxed himself on one of the least broken tables; one with a thin crack down the middle, but still strong enough to hod his weight. After making sure the table was dust free, he laid down on it, put his hands behind his head, and stared out the window nearby, slightly exhausted form all the walking he'd done that day. A little rest would do him some good.

Shell's eyes shot open the moment the girl had entered the room. He'd drifted off while he was resting. How much time had passed. He glanced form the corner of his eye out the window, the sun was already gone, so it couldn't have been more than an hour or so that he'd slept. The boy sat up on the table, resting one arm over his knees while the other on the table.

He stared at the girl who'd just entered. He cocked an eyebrow at her odd sense of fashion —mostly referring to how her pant legs were rolled up in order to show her red and black striped socks. He took a second look at at her tri-colored hair and various accessories before refelcting what he himslef was dressed like. Long dark blue jeans, completely destroyed at the end from stepping on them, a long sleeved collared black shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, showing his various leather bands and bracelets.

Shell cleared his thraot before he spoke to the strange girl. "What makes you think I was practicing for my funeral?" He asked, curious to how the girl had come up with such a question. "Can't a guy just relax on a table without someone coming in thinking he's waiting for the end?" Shell clenched his jaw and stared at the girl, slightly annoyed with her odd questions. When she'd rolled her dark blue eyes, he too had rolled his turquoise ones.

Okay, this girl definitely had issues. What kind of person seriously thought that just because someone was resting on a table, they were practicing their funeral. Somebody completely obsessed with death, that's who. Someone always thinking about it, and by the looks of the girl, she most likely was. Shell rolled his eyes at her a second time and said, "I don't need to practice for that."

This girl was pathetic. he could relax wherever he wanted to. "Like I care if people think I'm odd," Shell said. And like you're one to talk, He added in his head. He wasn't one to care about what others thought about him. he wasn't going to go around worried that someone out there thought he was weird. That would be stupid. But laying on a table wasn't stupid. It beats the even dirtier floor.

Who the heck this this chick think she was? Did she seriously think she could give him orders? Not in a million years. Shell jumped off the table and walked right up to the girl, staring her straight in the face. "You don't own me, so I'll roll my eyes at you if I want to." His breath was heavy and he spoke through gritted teeth. "And don't call me kiddo"

Shell was really getting annoyed with the girl and everything she said. The girl sure did enjoy getting a kick out of teasing him. "Oh, there's no shame. But why would I waste my time practicing?" Like he was actually going to practice how he'd lay in his coffin, as if it was up to him anyway. After all, he'd be dead when that happened.

Shell, be like her? For all he knew at the moment he was nothing like the freaky chick in front of him. "Yeah, well I'm not like most," He said dryly. The girl was making him bored and annoyed. Very annoyed. He stared at her, noticing how she made sure her fangs were clearly visible. So she was a vampire. He sighed and rolled his eyes yet again. The showing of her fangs was mostly likely to show that she wasn't just anyone. She was the undead. No wonder she was obsessed with death. She had already died!

A small chuckle escaped past Shell's lips and looked from the floor then back to her. "Hey, genius, if you had any brains, you'd know that I never said I 'owned you'. That was you." He glared at her, knowing he had to calm down a bit since getting furious would get him nowhere. Even though the first part of what he'd said wasn't an order, the second part technically was, but he didn't care. He couldn't care less what the girl said to him. And to prove that, he had to calm down.

Shell bit his tongue the moment she'd continued to call him kiddo, obviously doing it to annoy him. He exhaled deeply to let out some of his built up steam. The girl laughed again, in a way that was a little creepy. His eyebrows furrowed and he said, "Proud of what, being angry? Well I'm not angry, I'm annoyed. And why the heck would I be proud of that?"

The boy sighed deeply and said, "Well, i don't like practicing for certain things; resting in a coffin being one of them. And besides, you're the one who started off asking the questions." When the girl pointed out that she didn't want to come up with reasons for others, especially men, Shell gave a very low grunt. Great, he was standing before a man-hater.

After the girl commented on not being in idiot, he couldn't help but mutter, "Are you sure about that?" under his breath, but it just slipped out. He gave out another sigh and smirked slightly. "A bit, yes. But then again, you not here for my entertainment, so why does it matter?" Shell was slowly starting to regret deciding to wander up the tower and relax on the table, or else this would've never happened. But what was stopping him from just leaving the room was beyond him.

He gave a low growl, knowing deep down that the girl had a point, about the please part, not the hypocrite part. "Fine...will you please not call me 'kiddo'?"

Shell bit his tongue to refrain from getting annoyed all over again. He couldn't stand the fact that the girl had a point. Even if it was something he'd be telling him self all along. He turned his attention to the side, not wanting to look at the girl. Usually it was he who always won the arguments, always knowing what to say and how to say it, but not this time. man was she good. Either that, or he just wasn't thinking.

The boy was this close to saying that he'd rather her try and force it out of him, but he didn't. He wasn't in the mood to have a big fight over saying his own name. Instead, he decided he'd try a start over with the girl, since they obviously started on the wrong foot. "It's Ben. But everyone calls me Shell." He tried for a small some what friendly smile towards her before asking, "Now, are you going to be a lady and tell me yours?"