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He couldn't help but smile at her comment, grinning down at her and shaking his head slightly. "Yeah, silly, it's called email. You never heard of that before?" It was a ridiculous idea and if Shawn hadn't been the socially shy little turtle he was, he probably would've laughed. He'd have to settle for a quiet chuckle, which, in Shawn standards, was more than enough.
He stopped at the stop sign at the end of the block, pausing a moment to look both ways and behind him. It appeared that the bullies had finished their work inside and were scanning the surrounding area for a new victim- perhaps if they moved fast enough, they'd be able to get away without a big skirmish.
"C'mon," he told her finally after double checking to make sure there were no cars coming. He was always wary crossing the streets; call him paranoid, but he'd rather be safe than sorry.

She shrugged. This time, she wasn't offended at her being so knowledge-less about this world, instead, she smiled. "Email... Suitable name." She would've crossed the street without checking first if he hadn't been there with her. "Honestly, I hadn't ever heard about that thing until now." Sunset was just about to ask him if he could show her how to use that when she was distracted by a tiny fairy flying around Shawn's head, playing with his hair. She wanted to say 'Shoo' but he would just think she was crazy. Crazier than she already seemed.

He smiled slightly, crossing the street with her after making sure it was safe. "Never heard of email? It's only been around for the past decade or two. Where'd you come from, Alaska?" It was a gentle tease with no real malice behind it; he could pretend, but his eyes always betrayed his true intentions and feelings. Right now they had a joking sort of light in them as he smirked down at her, an eyebrow raised slightly as he waited for a response- possibly a whack on the shoulder. That was what normally happened when he tried to joke around. He was totally unaware of the little fairy messing around with his hair, simply thinking that it was the breeze that was gently stirring the thick dark wisps at the top of his head that seemed determined to drift away from the main shocks of hair. The cowlicks were a little annoying, but his mom said they were cute and he honestly had no idea how to fix them without looking like an idiot so he left them as they were. They just tended to float away and make him look like he had just woken up.

That did earn him a look, and not a very friendly one. "No, I don't come from Alaska. Where I come from is a place very few know." She watched as the fairy let go of his hair and giggling, flew towards a tree not too far ahead. "We don't see much of this email thing there, unfortunately. It'd make our lives much easier." When they were near the tree the fairy had disappeared to, she was able to sense it. What is she up to? That's when she noticed the little thing was holding pouch of something from the tree, and that she was waiting to let it fall on Shawn's head. Oh for Fall's sake! Was she trying to knock him out to abduct him? Silly pixie, she wouldn't let her take him. "The sky is falling, the sky is falling!" Sunset suddenly threw herself at Shawn, attempting to tackle him before he walked below the waiting fairy.

Shawn had been about to ask her where she came from, then, when he recieved a rather unexpected attack from the smaller girl. With a yelp he staggered back, but a tree root caught his foot and he fell back on the grass, aiming so that he'd land on the green fluff rather than on the concrete. He landed on his back with a whuff, a little of the breath getting knocked out of him and his head smacking the ground behind him and undoubtedly getting grass and dirt and stuff caught in his hair. He was confused as to why she had tackled him so, seeing as nothing was falling from the sky, although he was quite embarrassed at the fact that she could knock him down at all. At this rate a strong breeze could make him tumble away like a weed.

Sunset landed on top of him. She had just intended to push him out of the way, but hadn't expected him to be so... light. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't sleep well today and now I'm seeing things." She rolled off and away so that he would feel less uncofortable. "Are you okay? Is your head alright?"

Seventy-five pounds was rather scrawny for a boy his age; he should've been closer to a hundred, a hundred twenty, but he had always been lightly built and the fact that he had an immensely high metabolism didn't exactly help. He did eat; but nothing he ate could give him any weight. He would forever be a string bean, which was a little annoying, but he lived with it.
He simply nodded when she rolled off, a blushing a little as his shyness came back through. "I'm f-fine," he told her with a shrug, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "I'm fine. It's okay."

The girl got up, holding out her hand to help him. She, even though she was on the skinny side, could pull it off since she wasn't as tall as him. "We should hurry. It's getting late and your family will be worried if you don't get home soon." She guessed that was true, but it was late and more exiled fairies would soon be around. It would be more diffcult to ignore them then. It hit her that she'd never be able to really be Shawn's friend, having this little secret forever with her. A car passed by, splashing some water from a puddle in the street at them.

(Lucy? )

(GAH IM SORRY I HAVEN'T REPLIED IN FOREVER)

He sheepishly took her hand and hoisted himself up, fixing his glasses again out of nervous habit. He instinctively jerked back when the car went by, sweeping her back as well out of reflex so she wouldn't get wet. The boy looked down awkwardly, shaking his shoes to get some of the water droplets off the toes.
"Yeah... Yeah, we need to get home." He crossed the street again, his hands in his pockets, once again retreated into his shell like a spooked turtle. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sunset."

(It's alright )

She covered her eyes and next thing she knew, Shawn was all soaked with water. She had some droplets on her arm but she just wiped them. He had stood in front of her... For anyone else, it'd be just a typical gentlemanly gesture, but she was not used to it, and it seemed so sweet to her. Before she could say something, he started walking again. "Wait, but..." Sunset sighed. "Alright. Bye. And think about going to the party, okay?" She said before turning to the side of the street where her house was.

He looked back from the sidewalk to his house, offering her a small wave before finishing his trek up to the door, shaking himself a little to try to get the water off before going inside. Naturally he was greeted with surprise from his mother as to why he was so wet and why he was home a little later than usual, since Shawn normally was the kind to stick to his routines and get home at an exact time. He dodged the questions rather skillfully and eventually went up to change shirts, considering his was currently wet and getting cold.
While he was up in his room, he caught himself considering something he never would've considered on his own before- going to a party.
How strange.

Sunset walked into her house too. She looked around it. It was dark, and it needed some cleaning too, now that she thought about it. She turned on the lights and tapped her chin, thinking. She was hungry. Walking into the kitchen, she searched for something she could do to it, really eat, not just frozen food. Eventually, she found a book or recipes and spent an hour flipping through it. Yep, that was her friday night. She finally found one she thought she could do, but she didn't have any spaghetti sauce. Where one could get that? Where did people get their food from anyways? The little she had in the fridge came from what she'd paid to have a decent house to come to live in. Closing the book, she went out and stopped in front of Shawn's house to knock on the door.

A few minutes after the knock, a woman answered the door, wiping her hands on a small kitchen towel. She had thick blonde hair and was a little on the short side, although if Sunset looked closely enough she would be able to see the light hazel of the woman's eyes were that of Shawn's.
"May I help you?" she asked, looking a little puzzled that such a small girl was out and about by herself at this time of day.
Shawn had been up in his room, starting to crack down on his homework, but when he heard his mom talk to someone at the door he peered down through the blinds and almost tripped over himself as he scurried down the stairs. "S-Sunset!" he yelped, quite surprised she was here. "What are you doing here?"
"You know her?" his mom asked, looking back, a little pleased that her son had finally managed to find a friend.
"Yeah- yeah," he replied, calming down a bit as his gaze flicked from his mom to Sunset. "What's up?"

"Hi. I live across the street." She pointed behind her, assuming the woman had to be related to Shawn because of the resemblance. She did look a little strange standing there with her purple hair and a Recipe book in her hand. "Do you happen to have some..." Sunset held the book up for the woman to see, and pointed at the missing ingredient that according to this guy John Chandler, was very necessary. And she wanted her lasagne to be perfect and come out just like the one in the book. "Spaghetti sauce?" She peered over the woman's shoulder to see her friend there. "Hi again, Shawn!"

"Spaghetti sauce? Certainly- come in," she said, stepping back over the threshold and walking back to the kitchen to get the spaghetti sauce from a cupboard. "You just moved in recently, then?"
Shawn stood off to the side, glancing between his mother and his friend, looking up the stairs occasionally to see if Shane was going to be curious to come down. Not yet, apparently; maybe the talking was making him hide in his room rather than drawing him out to investigate- that would make sense, knowing Shane.

She took a few steps in, smiling softly at Shawn and then looked at his mom. "Yes, just yesterday. Shawn is my first friend here. He's been very nice." She felt as if she'd stepped into another world. His house actually looked like there were people living in there. She made mental notes about things she should buy for hers. Pictures, they had pictures and some interesting flower pots.

"Well, that's good," his mother said with a slight smile. "I'm glad you're enjoying it here and that Shawn's been good company. Where did you move here from?"
If Sunset payed attention to the pictures themselves, she'd find out that Shawn looked like a smaller version of his father: tall, gangly, thick, shaggy black hair and large eyes behind glasses. The only difference was that Shawn's eyes were hazel instead of dark brown.
His brother, however, was a replica of his father completely, and it was hard to tell the two twins apart unless you were looking specifically for differences- namely glasses and brown eyes instead of hazel.
It was probably one of the only times Sunset would see him, considering Shane was an elusive little creature and only made himself known when he wanted to be known.
"Here you go," his mother said as she came back with a jar of spaghetti sauce. "Have fun with this."

"Thanks. I come from... Ireland." The hesitating pause lasted just a moment. She was not lying. She could not lie, after all. It wasn't a place very few knew but it would have to do. She was still looking at the pictures, smiling at the ones in which Shawn appeared as a kid. She was surprised to discover that he had a brother, a twin. She had to go to school too, right? How could she not have seen him?

"The pictures are lovely, and thanks for the sauce." She said smiling when Shawn's mother handed her the jar. "I'll try not to make a mess of the dish." She was just about to take a step towards the door when something in the living room caught her attention. "Is that a television?"

"Ireland? Fascinating. I've heard Ireland is very beautiful," Mrs. Cadbury commented with a nod, smiling slightly at the small girl. "You're very welcome, sweetheart. Anytime you need anything, just ask." She paused a moment, following Sunset's gaze to the television in the living room; nothing too fancy, and it was currently playing one of those cooking shows Shawn's mother enjoyed so much. "Yes, that's a tv," she replied with a slight laugh.
Shawn was a little confused that she'd ask such a thing- they had tvs in Ireland, didn't they? It also struck him a little strange that Sunset was from Ireland but didn't really have the characteristic accent, considering accents stick when you turn six or so. She was roughly his age- had to be to be in high school, so logically, she should have the accent.
Hmm. This was interesting. He didn't say anything about it though, despite the fact that he was getting the distinct feeling that he was missing something vitally important about his friend.