The Stars That Shine Above (Private, Me and Shady Lady)

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    Clary shook her head hastily. "No, no! I'll sleep on couch!" She protested politely.

    Clary nodded and smiled. "I'm sure."

    Clary decided not to be rude and too needy and shook her head. "No. I ate before I went inot the woods today." She lied.

    "Okay..." he murmured. "Clothes? Really, I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

    Clary looked down at her filthy rags she claimed to be clothes. "Uh, yeah I guess...But I don't really think anything will fit me..." She looked at her bone-thin, fragile self and then at him.

    "Anything will be better than what you're in now. It might be a tad big but not ridiculously so." he said, shrugging. "At least, I hope not." he chuckled lightly. "Here, follow me..." he said, leading her to his room so she could pick out something.

    Clary followed him silently, her bare feet making no sound as she crept after him.

    Kolby opened the door to his room, and flicked on the light switch by the door, which only lit up a small desk lamp by his bed. He had shelves full of books, an old TV, a cage(though the resident animals were hidden somewhere in it, not being visible), a messy, un-made bed, more books, a journal, and a calendar. Bits of wall were covered in post cards or photographs or old promotional flyers or train tickets, all of them holding memories for him. He walked over to his closet and opened it, though there wasn't very many clothes inside, and it was messy.
    "Take your pick." he said, waving a hand at the clothes. It was generally made up of old band t-shirts, jackets, plaid things, camo things, patched things, and jeans that were all either black, grey, or blue.
    (OOC: I like describing things ok. xDDD Also I'm thinking of changing his appearance/photo. My friend Kieran (whom he's based off of) said I could use a picture of him. and. I might do that. Which would you prefer? this twerp; http://www.facebook.com/photo.….636209898&type=3&theater or the other picture? Also yes I have wierd friends xD)

    Clary giggled a little at his room. It was unorganized but oddly comforting. She followed him to his closet and looked at what her had. She saw that most of his things would fit just a little too big on her but not freakishly baggy. She found a random long t-shirt and said, "How 'bout this?" It had a band logo on it but it was longer than some of the others.
    OOC: Ooh! You should change his picture to that! XD

    OOC: Okay :3


    "Go for it." he said. "I'll let you change in peace. Come back out when you're ready." He murmured, leaving the room.

    Clary watched him go and as the door closed, she slipped off her rags. It was hard not to notice herself. She had deep, dark bruises on her ribs wich were jutting. She was bone thin and pale as a ghost. Shuddering inwardly at her hunger and pain, she put the borrowed shirt over her head. It fit okay, the short-sleeves coming below the crease of her arms and the bottom coming down at her knees. It looked like a baggy dress. She laughed a little as she stepped out of Kolby's room.

    After she had changed and stepped out was when Kolby noticed how skeletal she was. He decided then that he would get her a big breakfast tomorrow, and she would eat it, regardless of how much pain it would cause his wallet.
    "Need anything else?" he asked. While she was changing he had gotten a few blankets and a pillow and set them on the couch for her. "Water? A good book? Melatonin?"

    Clary, being away from the outside world for very long and not really knowing what was out there now, looked dumbfounded. "Mela-what?"

    "There's a chemical in your brain called melatonin, but some people, like me, don't have enough of it. Melatonin helps you sleep, which is really helpful for people like me who have really bad insomnia. Anyway I'm offering in case you can't sleep." he explained.

    Clary looked down. The terrible nightmares that always kept her away at night flashed behind her eyelids and she grit her teeth, trying to slow her breathing and keep calm. If she didn't want to worry Kolby, she might want some. "Uh...sure..." She murmered, her chest heaving quickly.

    "Sure. You okay?" he asked, observing her, waiting for her answer before getting the supplement.


    (OOC: Sorry I disappeared! HUGE drama blew up on facebook holy crap it was intense)

    She gulped and twirled her hair nervously, trying to push down the sense of fear. "Y-Yeah..."
    OOC: :o What happened?

    "If you say so..." he said, before turning and getting the small bottle of pills on his nightstand. It was a dark bottle with large print on it saying 'MELATONIN. All natural sleep aid.'
    He took a small orange capsule out of the bottle and got her a glass of water. "Here."