HMU? {Silas}

[GERDY MILLAN]

Gerdy was a native New Yorker. Used to the trials and tribulations that came along with the weather started to drop. She had grown accustomed to having to wear warmer clothes, but this was always difficult. Jeans could be constrictive--she found that leggings were the better option. At least it wasn't shooting cold wind all over the place. And sometimes the cold wasn't so bad--it meant she wouldn't sweat. So her makeup stayed perfectly set on her face.

She huddled down into her Batman hoodies as she pulled the actual hood of it up and over her head. Back to blonde, and a fresh haircut. Sometimes, those things could make you feel wonderful. Especially when you didn't quite FEEL so wonderful. Her sigh escaped her, a puff of steam coming from her lips. She couldn't really pinpoint why she felt so sad--she just did. But that wasn't allowed--she wasn't supposed to be sad. It could be worse. She could be deaf, like Dan. Who was she to complain, when her life had been relatively easy. Everything bad that happened to her, she could get over--but Dan wouldn't be able to get over being deaf.

She pressed her lips in a thin line, dipping her head down for a moment. It could be worse, she decided. Gerdy didn't like to think of her sadness for too long, she didn't like to think of the bad stuff that happened. The things she wouldn't say. If she thought about that, then the nightmares came back. And because she didn't want anyone to know about the nightmares, it meant she couldn't go crawling into Dan or Chandler's bed when they struck. Best to not think about it at all. With a loud sniffle, she finally raised her head, seeing the shape of a male walking up ahead.

Gerdy made a pretty good point to know as many people as she could. Even if she couldn't remember their names, she did her best to remember their faces. And she remembered that face--she had seen it in the chat room. A grin spread over her lips, and her legs picked up a faster pace, crunching through the snow, before her thin legs carried her into a jog towards him. It wasn't Dan--she'd never spring up on him like that. The poor boy would have a heart attack. And the hair wasn't nearly crazy enough to be Channybaby's. Deffs too dark for Ozziehottie. No, this was a new face. A new person. Ohhh, how Gerdy loved new people. "Incoming!" She shouted, using the last few seconds to skid to a stop and scoop up a handful of snow, and pitch it at Silas' side.

After flinging the snow, she quickly shoved her cold hands into her pocket, and twisted her body from side to side. "Your face outside a computer. Luck of the draw--does this count as an H-M-U?" She asked curiously, her brows lifting upwards as she rocked forward on her toes.

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[SILAS SCHMIDT]

Now, Silas had his share of bad days. But today, things had gone too far.

When Silas' dad passed away, Tyler was there to comfort him. He always seemed to know the right things to say, and never complained about the way Silas behaved when he was trying to get over the void that presented itself in his life. Most importantly, Tyler understood. He had known Matt Schmidt. He had talked with him, joked with him, played sports in the backyard. Matt had been like a second father to Tyler, and Silas knew that his father loved Tyler just as much as his own sons. But it had been almost two years since Matt Schmidt had died, and the rest of the family was moving on. They were dealing with it in healthy ways. The only one who wasn't re-adjusting to life was Silas.

He had always been an outgoing guy, funny and ready for a good time. But he partied too hard now. He drank with the sole purpose of getting wasted. He tried all kinds of drugs. He got into a lot of trouble with the police back home, but he had a fairly blank slate in New York. Using this to his advantage, Silas didn't come back to the dorms often. Tyler had woken up more than a few times to a friend who was vomiting from his night of fun. Today, however, Tyler had been gone at class the whole morning. Silas wasn't feeling so great, but he dressed himself and tried to remember the previous evening. It was quite a blur. He picked up his discarded clothes, discovering that they smelled strongly of Jack Daniels and checked the pockets of his jeans. He extracted his license, a five dollar bill, some wrappers, a little plastic bag, his keys, a bottle cap- Wait a second...

He picked up the plastic bag and held it to the light. A kind of soft looking white powder was inside. A bit of excitement welled up in him and his grin stretched from ear to ear. Well, that certainly wasn't sugar in that packet. It took a while but after going through a whole bunch of stuff and making a mess, Silas found a handheld mirror. He set it flat on the desk and poured the little bit of powder onto it. He separated it meticulously and rolled up his five. He took just one of the three lines and the high hit him like a brick wall. Beaming with glee, the entire room became immensely clear in a matter of seconds. He felt energized and focused. And just as he was getting set to enjoy it, the door opened.

Tyler walked in and froze on the spot, taking in the scene. Silas was stooped over the desk, rolled bill in hand, with a remaining two lines of cocaine sitting on the mirror. His brow furrowed and Silas recoiled as Tyler advanced on him.

"No," Tyler was calm for a split second before grabbing the mirror and throwing into the corner where it shattered, "NO! What the fuck, Silas? I'm not watching you screw up your life! I can't believe.. Where did you even get that?"

Silas' mouth opened and closed, unable to make a sound. He was on alert, his eyes wide, waiting for whatever move Tyler made next. This was weird of him. He almost never swore. He never got angry like this.

"Fucking whatever, Silas. Get the hell out." Tyler looked exhausted and Silas, whose emotions were on a freaking rollercoaster of doom, looked rather shocked and hurt.
"I can't watch you do this. I'm sick of babysitting you. You need to learn to grow up and take responibility for yourself and your own well-being. Your dad wouldn't have wanted this. In fact, I think he'd be pretty fucking pissed off! You’re an asshole to everybody, even your friends! And you party too much and don’t give two shits about school. This is how you’re gonna treat me for being your friend? Think again, smart ass. I’m done. No more drugs, no more drinking. Get out. When you clean yourself up, you can come back, but until then, I want you out of my dorm room. Find yourself somewhere else to stay."

Silas grabbed his jacket quickly and hurried out, throwing a look over his shoulder at Tyler. He glared back at Silas and shut the door. He stared at the door for several long moments before heading out. He ended up wandering around campus in the snow. He was starting to come off his high and realize what exactly had happened. He didn’t have anywhere to go now.

He slid on some ice and caught a nearby sign to stay upright. Silas carefully stepped on the snow to give his shoes some traction. However, he was surprised to see a little blonde slide into view and even more surprised when she chucked a handful of snow at him. He didn’t really react, however, as he was kind of falling into that rut of depression that follows cocaine use. It took him a few moments, but he did recognize her.

“Oh, hey,” his voice was rather monotone and he tried to smile, but it was weak and didn’t reach his eyes, “Yeah, I guess it does. What’s up?”

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