What's The Point In Living If You Can't Be Happy?

[Ailis-Naithi Quinlan-Maddix]

Ailis was just wandering around aimlessly looking for something to do. She had decided it was about time to go out and try to enjoy herself but this attempt was beginning to seem pointless. She was bored and nothing really to do and no-one really to hang out with.

She was wearing her ripped skinny jeans, a white vest top, an oversized grey jumper that was off one shoulder and a pair of grey boots that the laces were undone on. She sat down on a nearby wall and swinging her legs back and forth she watched the world go by in front of her.

 

[Blaine Michaels]

Blaine Michaels walked down the somewhat non-crowded streets on London, looking for a decent pub. He had woken this morning, hungover and feeling down, so he needed something strong to drink, but after going to the bar in his living room, he realised he was all out. Blaine didnt wanna be at home anyways, as it was a lonely place and unless he was drunk, he didnt do lonely.

Pulling his favourite flask out of his jacket inner pocket he stopped walking to take a drink, sighing blissfully when the somewhat cold whiskey hit his throat. "Ah, the benefits of being an alcoholic..." he chuckled to himself, and then noticed a girl sitting against a wall down the alley he had stopped at.

 

[Ailis-Naithi Quinlan-Maddix]

Ailis whilst sitting on the wall and watching the world go by she noticed a boy stop and look right at her. He was a pretty good looking kid she couldn't deny that, however she wasn't quite used to the whole attention thing yet. Don't be so stupid she thought to herself.

She smiled at the boy before turning away and pretending to go back to watching the world go past. Every now and then she would glance out the corner of her eye in his direction to see if he was still watching her.

 

[Blaine Michaels]

Blaine raised an eyebrow at the smile, but frowned when she looked away. Looking around, and seeing that the street was deserted, he sighed to himself, and pulled out smoke and a lot it up, sighed when he took a draw. He couldn't help but grin when he noticed that the girl kept looking at him. Walking over, he offered her the flask. "You know, in most countries it's courtesy to say hello." he chuckled, sitting down next to the girl. "Blaine Michaels," he said, wondering if she had heard of him. He was the richest 18 year old in London, after all.

 

[Ailis-Naithi Quinlan-Maddix]

Ailis turned to look at the boy as he came and spoke to her offering her a flask. "Oh well, i am so very sorry" She replied laughing in return "Hello, Blaine, I'm Ailis, Ailis-Naithi Quinlan-Maddix, but just call me Ailis" She laughed a little before looking at the flask he was offering her "What's in it?" She asked before considering whether or not to take him up on the offer.

The guy had an air of confidence almost as if he was expecting her to know him, however she had no clue who he was. Ailis stayed quiet about this though as she didn't wish to offend him, not yet anyway. She had only just met the guy and he seemed nice enough so far.