.....Tammie liked to walk with her head down, that way the monsters couldn’t look her in the eyes and taint her like they were. She hated even when people looked in her direction. But what she hated even more than being looked at was being talked to. She wasn’t too fond of people in general. Her theology was that if she wore only black, painted her nails the accordingly, and finished it of with matching lipstick, people wouldn’t want to talk to her, and for the most part she was right. Most people just ignored her existence, when they weren’t thinking to themselves “freak”.
.....Matt wasn’t one of these people though, so the Goth look didn’t dissuade him, and if anything it was the reason he did talk to her. He held her life in suspect, but it was quickly confirmed from the first word that came out of her mouth. “Nothing” slipped out of her Rolling Stone Song colored lips, a quiet mumbled of her unwillingness to answer. He had a little laugh to himself for his victory, even though he knew she would give an answer like that for what she was up to. He made some small chitchat, or attempted to do so. Just little things like “So what’s your name?” She slowly glanced in his direction, the bus stop seat beside her, and then replied with a bit more voice “Tammie.” A slight smile came over his face before he said “Nice to meet you Tammie. I’m Matt.” Then he extended his arm, presenting his hand to her, waiting, hoping for her to accept. She hesitated for a second before looking to her right, a little bit more this time around, this time seeing his face and the sincere smile upon it. Her lips never curled, but inside a little bit of that hatred was calmed. She removed her hand from the safeness of her jacket pocket, then placed it inside his waiting palm, and shook.
.....And now, Matt held Tammie’s trust in the palm of his hand.