lost_boy | (no subject)

Lisbeth was coming to visit me at the Home today.

I had told her weeks ago that she could and I was excited that she was coming, not because I thought the Home was anything particularly special, but because I knew it would make her feel better about the fact that I had to live here. I didn't mind it, but I liked being around my friends and so close to Eddie, even if they had made us move into separate rooms now. I knew Lisbeth had bad associations with places like this, though, and I wanted to make it easier for her.

Truthfully, I liked that she was worried. It meant she cared and for such a long time, I had been the one taking care of everyone else, so it was nice that now someone wanted to look after me.

I spent the morning tidying up my area of the shared bedroom, making sure my bed was made neatly, the lion Eddie had given me for Valentine's Day sitting proudly on the pillow. My books were stacked on my bedside table, my clothes and shoes stored away where they were meant to. I couldn't make the other boys clean up if they didn't want to, but I was pleased with how my space looked.

More than anything, I wanted for her to be comfortable that I was here. No, that wasn't entirely true. More than anything else, I wanted her and Eddie to like each other. I had promised Eddie she was really cool, although he had looked skeptical when I told him about her motorcycle, and so I had just kissed him and promised he would like her.

I was waiting for her now, sitting on the steps in front of the Home with my phone in my hands, wondering what we would do today. Maybe I could convince Eddie to take a ride on her motorcycle. I laughed as I thought about that, knowing it wasn't likely, but that didn't mean I wouldn't try.

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Lisbeth pauses as she turns off the bike, looking up at the building. It's true that she has terrible associations with any system meant for wards of the state, though she knows this is at least not a hospital. No one is restrained or sedated here; she can't say if the place is filled with the malevolent loneliness she associates with these institutions.

She spots Jamie, though, and the knot in her chest eases, letting her properly park and make her way up to the building. "Hey," she says, her accent a little blunter with her nerves. She's taken some care not to look too abnormal today, a white t-shirt and torn jeans with her leather jacket over top, her make-up light and piercings minimal.