I Can Walk In Your Mind (Kevin+Amy!)

[AMY WINSTON]

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It wasn't often that Amy actually went to class. Which was stupid, since she was spending a good chunk of money on it. But she tried hardest to make her Psych classes. Mainly because, at her core, she was truly fucked up. She dealt with problems by taking drugs, she heard voices, she started seeing things, oh, and not to mention, she had recently fucked the absolute worst boyfriend she'd ever had, because he said nice things to her. Shit.

It had been three days since the deed, and she had been avoiding Jon like the plague. It wasn't her fault! It was the heat of the moment, and there was all kinds of terrible emotions between them, and he was being all nice, and whatever! She was seduced! With pancakes! She had been laying in bed with her phone off since 8 AM, sulking, and now it was 1, and she needed to get up and go to class. Maybe sort out some of this...tumult rolling around in her head. On the plus side, the voice she used to hear regularly was very quiet.

Rolling out of bed, she scampered across her apartment into her bathroom, hopping in the shower. She scrubbed her body like the shame and anger at herself was physical, and eventually got out, staring at herself in the mirror. There was a thumb shaped bruise on her upper arm. Great. Looks like a sweater today. She dressed quickly, and headed out of her apartment complex, moving like she was a target for a hit.

The drive to the college was uneventful, unless you count Amy almost running over that person while she was putting her headband in her hair. She needed a nice toke. That would take her mind off of things. One hit off the one-hitter, and out of the car, into the psych building, with five minutes to spare. She settled herself in a seat in the back of the room, pulling out a sketchpad. Honestly, she should have been paying attention as the professor started the lesson (which for the record, was called Social Psychology: How People Affect Our Behaviour), but the hit she took before class made her....less than ready to accept words from people.

She wasn't a particularly good sketcher, but she emptied her mind and let go. Tea cups, hearts, the Jack of Clubs. A spider, a black set of eyes, a stack of pancakes. A little girl, locked in a cage, waiting patiently to get out. Amy looked at her little collage, hazily blinked her eyes, and closed the book, annoyed with herself. She sighed, laying her head down on the tabletop connected to her chair, and stared at the empty seat next to her, displeased with her lot in life. When was someone going to come along and make her forget about Jon? She retreated into her mind, dreaming up some knight in shining armour, in a world where Jon Rossum and all the pain he caused did not exist. Oh, if only.



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I'm sorry for depressed Amy, and the blatant foreshadowing, but I'm still getting into the swing of things.

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[davidsadummy]

So, in Kevin's defense, he had woken up at a respectable hour of eight thirty that morning. But then, as was often the case with Kevin, he decided triple fuck that shit all over the place and went back to bed. Thus, his cloths had the distinct look of having been worn to bed, despite being clean.

Ah well, what one man called a days failure, another called a victory. And as he was only ten minutes late (give or take) and was actually going to class, today would be counted as a certifiable victory. Trying to slink in late did prove to be a bit of a challenge, as the door slammed heavily behind him, but he took it in stride, giving a friendly wave to the Professor and taking an empty seat.

Looking over to his neighbor to see what page they were on, he was disappointed to see that her book was not open at all, and instead her head laid on the desk. But disappointment turned to intrigue. Why was she laying her head down in class? Couldn't she have simply stayed at home? Unless of course she didn't want to be at her home... which stood to reason there was something there preventing her from sleeping, or relaxing. Hence her doing so in class.

Tapping his chin slightly, Kevin wondered if he should say something to her. First of all, she'd probably just assume he's flirting with her. And while that could quite possibly be the case, he'd rather not be known as 'that rapey guy in Psychology' for the rest of the year. On the other hand.... what the fuck else was he going to do. Leaning towards her a bit, he spoke in a low voice, striking blue eyes on the teacher to make sure they would remain off the radar.

"Just so you know..." He spoke in a half serious tone, though in all truths this was basically the only tone he came in. "I happen to be a Psychology Major." This would be obvious, as they were in Psychology class, but that's why it was humorous. "So... if something is bothering you, I just want you to know, I only charge tootsie pops. A stick of gum if you don't reply with a swift kick in my tenders for bothering you."

Grinning at the girl, he pretended to focus on the Professor blathering about Oedipus (The first Mother Fucker), trying not make it too obvious that he was gauging her reaction.

[AMY WINSTON]

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Everything made sense in her head. In her head, everything was lovely. It was a nice world, where Jon stayed in Florida, and Amy was happy and healthy in her little apartment, working her two jobs. She had a roommate, a nice little gay boy, who didn't want anything from her but friendship, and when guys flirted with Amy, she smiled, and enjoyed her attentions, instead of wondering about hidden motives, or if Jon was watching. The heavy door to the room slammed, and her eyes jarred open. She blinked her way back into harsh realities, a low sigh escaping her lips. She felt a flurry of movement beside her. Oh great. Well, if he was hoping to copy her notes, he was sure to be disappointed. She felt him lean down towards her, oh dear. He was going to speak to her.

"Just so you know...I happen to be a Psychology Major." 'Obviously' Amy thought derisively. "So... if something is bothering you, I just want you to know, I only charge tootsie pops. A stick of gum if you don't reply with a swift kick in my tenders for bothering you."

She decided that he was probably flirting with her, which was slightly odd, as he didn't know her, or what she looked like. She half smiled, her face still hidden by her hair, arm, and desk, for which she was grateful. Couldn't let him go thinking that it was okay to flirt with her her. Or, God forbid, couldn't have him thinking that she was flirting back. She looked up, making her face look completely annoyed at being awoken from her 'nap,' and then tilted her eyes towards him. Shit. He was gorgeous. She hastily sat up, leaning back in her chair, and ran her fingers through her hair. Perhaps she was being too hasty in her dismissal of him. Just because Jon was pissing her off, didn't mean that every guy was slime. Besides, her friends came few and far between, and she didn't exactly have anyone to talk to.

Excuses made, Amy leaned forward again, resting her elbows on the desk, and raised her eyebrows "A tootsie pop, eh? I'm fresh out I think," She rummaged through her backpack, and frowned. Opening to the same page in her sketch book, she quickly drew a lollipop next to the girl in the cage. Pushing the book in his direction, she continued. "But, will this do?" She smiled, and focused her attention on the professor. What a cliche. Oedipus complexes? When were they going to cover co-dependency and it's effect on the human psyche? People don't want to fuck their moms. People just want someone to be nice to them. And the nicer a person is, the more someone lets that person do whatever to them. As long as they always say that they're sorry. "My name's Amy, and we're on 287."



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I'm so glad you're back! I thought I lost you forever!

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[davidsadummy]

When she sat up, Kevin found himself quite pleased with his choice to talk to the girl next to him. She was, well, damn. She was damn. There was really no getting around that. "A tootsie pop, eh? I'm fresh out I think," As she opened her notebook, he noticed a series of doodles overwhelming the page. Someone certainly had a lot on her mind.... She drew a pretty little sucker on the page, next to a quite content looking girl behind bars. "But, will this do?"

His lips formed a smile, as he leaned closer to inspect the doodle. Heh, that was rather impressive, that she could draw a perfect circle. She must spend a lot of time doodling little day dreams. "I think this would be most acceptable." He replied, keeping the rouse of business going. She smelled nice, he couldn't quite explain it. It was probably her shampoo or something, but Kevin could smell it. Very gently, he took the notebook from her desk, his strange blue eyes washing over the private day dreams unabashedly.

"My name's Amy, and we're on 287."

Oh, right. People introduced themselves. That happened.

Putting his hand out and taking hers in a confident handshake, he grinned at Amy who was on page two eighty-seven. "My name's Kevin, and I think I find your drawings here infinity more interesting than this nonsense." He sighed, looking up at the Professor, who was still droning, only half aware his students were in the room. "We'll pass the test, anyhow. With Frued, it always comes down to two things: You're Mother breast fed you too long, or not long enough."

Putting her notebook on his desk, he pulled a piece of paper out of his trapper keeper, and began to write notes. They were scattered, and the writing was slanted and cramped, the ink a red that had been associated in every youth of America at a young age of testing failure, but it was a chaos that was qutie rigidly organized in Kevin's mind.

Pancakes:

To dream of eating pancakes, denotes that you will have excellent success in all enterprises undertaken at this time.

To cook them, denotes that you will be economical and thrifty in your home. Which was she doing?

Spiders: GROSS. (non psych, pers opin)

To dream of a spider, denotes that you will be careful and energetic in your labors, and fortune will be amassed to pleasing proportions.

To kill one, signifies quarrels with your wife or sweetheart.

If one bites you, you will be the victim of unfaithfulness and will suffer from enemies in your business.

Could be a manifestation of a fear, as that all sounds like b.s.

Teacups - To dream of teacups, foretells that affairs of enjoyment will be attended by you. For a woman to break or see them broken, omens her pleasure and good fortune will be marred by a sudden trouble.

To dream of seeing an eye, warns you that watchful enemies are seeking the slightest chance to work injury to your business. This dream indicates to a lover, that a rival will usurp him if he is not careful.

To dream of brown eyes, denotes deceit and perfidy.

To see blue eyes, denotes weakness in carrying out any intention.

To see gray eyes, denotes a love of flattery for the owner.


Kevin looked up from his scribbles, and looked over Amy for a moment. "So... my professional opinion. Boyfriend troubles?" Chewing the end of his pen, he raised his eyebrow at her, wondering if he had gotten it right. Not that the doodles really told him that. Hell, they were drawings. But she was a girl in college, an attractive one at that, and chances are she was stressed about one of two things. Boys or money.

Kevin saw her, and liked her smile, and the fact that she hadn't scoffed him away. So, deep down, though he wished her the best, he was kind of hoping it was boy troubles.

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He smiled at her 'lollipop,' and Amy couldn't help but grin back at him. He seemed sweet, and easy to talk to. Maybe a slight problem with privacy issues, as he took her sketch book and started taking notes on her doodles. Psych students. He introduced himself as Kevin, simultaneously complimenting her doodles and taking her hand into a handshake. His hand was warm, not like Jon's, who always ran a little hot, like he had a fever. His touch was less controlling than Jon's as well. Amy was a bit surprised at how starved she was for human contact that didn't make her slightly afraid. She drew back, a small blush on her face, as her light blue eyes peeked at the notes he was taking. The ink was red. Normally, she couldn't stand red ink, since it hurt her eyes, but it was fitting for him.

She made out one line that he had underlined in his writing frenzy. 'This dream indicates to a lover, that a rival will usurp him if he is not careful.' Boy, that would be the day. And was this Kevin hoping to be that usurper? How very presumptuous of him! He didn't know her! He had just met her! And where did he get off looking at her personal things? Though still, if she was honest, most of her indignation was fear of what might happen to this nice, sweet person if Jon was aware of his existence. She couldn't be responsible for that.

She was about to take the book from him and end the conversation, when he looked her full in the face. She was almost completely taken aback by his eyes. They were the exact color of what she dreamed glaciers looked like. They were a perfect blue, too blue to be real, and she was too curious now to try and protect this man from dangers that might not even exist. "So... my professional opinion. Boyfriend troubles?" he said, snapping her out of her reverie. She was such a creep! Here he was, making polite conversation, and she was obsessing over his eyes. Freak. She shook her head for clarity, and tried hard to think of an answer.

"Um. Not boyfriend troubles per se... more like... incredibly persistent ex problems. And self control problems. And lots of brain problems. And probably too many drug problems. And... it's a long story." She concluded, a small, sad smile on her face. She didn't want to bore him with her tales of woe. Nobody ever wanted to hear her little pity parties.



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Seriously, most people aren't aware
of my love for Cillian Murphy's eyes.
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[davidsadummy]

Kevin wondered if she always had the look of a kid who had just got caught with their hand in the cookie jaw. Her blue eyes were wide, beautiful, and worried. He could only offer her a comforting smile. "Um. Not boyfriend troubles per se... more like... incredibly persistent ex problems. And self control problems. And lots of brain problems. And probably too many drug problems. And... it's a long story." She spoke in a way that suggested she wanted to talk about it, but thought it would be rude or something. Or that he was uninterested.

He looked around, as if trying to find the source of what would be keeping her from telling the story. The Professor blathered on and on, completely unaware that few were paying attention. In fact, a great deal of the students were either playing with their iPhone's or sleeping. His eyebrow arched, Kevin gave her a grin. "There's an hour and a half still left of class. Honestly, I could really use a long story right now." He smiled, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "What else are we gonna do?"

It occurred to him that Kevin was thus far minus the pretty girls name. Sticking his hand out, he gave his most charming smile. "I'm Kevin, by the way. Please don't make me listen to that guy all of class." Kevin was cute, Kevin was charming. But it was all sincere. His smile overtook his narrow face, and his pale eyes brightened at the idea of helping someone. Especially someone so pretty. Beautiful. Stunning, really. But there was an obvious depth to her. Depth and looks, Kevin's kryptonite.

And did he detect the faint odor of his friend Mary Jane? Oh, sweet baby jesus (the only jesus Kevin ever thanked), she seemed a little too good to be true. Something was amiss. But it wasn't even boyfriend troubles that were the matter. It was exboyfriend troubles. The best sort of troubles, as far as boyfriends went, according to Kevin. He was already thinking of possibly asking this girl out for lunch, before he remembered that he had just met her. Probably shouldn't get too far ahead of himself.

Hark, he was truly a romantic at heart.

Putting the inquiry of a possible date out of his mind, at least for now, he gave the damsel his undivided attention.