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Realistic or Modern Bennington High for Special Scholars

Xavier sang along with the lyrics, smiling and trying to remember the last time he'd done something so fun. When the song was over, he rested the guitar on his lap and looked over at Roxanne. "You can really sing, ya know that? When you get out of here you should totally start your own band or something," he said happily, looking down at his guitar again to pluck a few notes, adding a chord or two, until he was playing a soft lullaby type song.


((Sorry for late reply. Got sick (very rare for me) then got mad at my phone and threw it in a tantrum basically (how the Hell do you normal people stand being sick?). Couldn't find it until this morning so yeah))
 
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Roxanne blushed. "C'mon, Xav, don't tease me." She playfully bumped his arm. "Besides, you're the talented musician here. You're really good at playing guitar, you know." He had been since she had met him.
 
Xavier smiled and fake fell over when she bumped him, dramatically flailing his arms and falling to his side. Rolling onto his back, he set his guitar on the ground and looked up at Roxanne. "I'm being honest, you're really good at singing Roxie. Anyone can play guitar with practice, but not everyone can sing like you can. You should totally become famous one day, that way I'll have a famous best friend," he said, grinning stupidly.
 
"I'll start a band. But only if you join it. Deal?" Roxanne glanced at him, holding her hand out for him to shake. She had never understood why people always shook on deals as though that alone would make them binding, like an Unbreakable Vow in Harry Potter. However, she wasn't one to question tradition.
 
Xavier looked up at Roxanne and smiled, but didn't take her hand. "I don't think I can promise that. I mean, look at me. A paranoid schizophrenic who doesn't take any drugs is never gonna get out," he said in a light voice, a small smile playing on his lips even though he was silently thinking about what he had said. It wasn't something he liked to think about, and certainly something he wouldn't voice aloud to anyone besides Roxanne. Trying to push the last thing he said away, Xavier rolled over onto his stomach to face Roxanne and smirked. "I'll definitely join you after I break out though," he said and finally shook Roxanne's hand.
 
"They can't keep you here forever, you know. It's meant for juveniles. After we turn eighteen, we have to be either a menace to society or not consciously aware enough to voice our own opinions. So yeah," Roxanne promised him, "you will get out."
 
Xavier smiled and laughed a little, knowing that Roxanne did have a point. "Yeah, I guess we'd be menaces to society then. Hey, that could be out band name!" He exclaimed happily, grinning like an idiot. "It'd be completely true and it has a nice ring to it." Snagging one of his stuffed plushies -a sock monkey in this case- Xavier stood in the middle of his bed and held the plush toy like a microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen," he lowered his voice to make an impression of an announcer. "Tonight we have the world famous band Menaces To Society playing! With lead singer Roxanne and main guitarist Xavier!" He cupped his hands over hi mouth to make a muffled screaming crowd noise, also hiding a smirk.
 
Roxanne pulled the sock monkey from his hands, throwing it back at him. She nailed him squarely in the face. "That's enough," she laughed, "though that isn't a bad band name." The redhead shrugged. "We'd need other members though."
 

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