Don't Stop Believin' Maggy and Hazel #4

"New York is a good place to look" Brooklyn commented, "Any idea on any job you'd like to do?" She asked, for some unknown reason she liked finding out about Sebastian.

"Not really. Some of us don't have our lives planned out, you know", Sebastian winked at her playfully starting to play with the cap of the pen again. It annoyed him so much. Can't his arms be still for just once? But this time his actions were from nervousness.

Brooklyn laughed, and watched his hands moving the pen lid around "I'm not sure what I'll do once I've left collage" She admitted, lifting her gaze to his face again. "I just go with the flow" She said with a small smile.

"That's the most mainstream saying of them all", Sebastian said, throwing the pen into the notebook and shutting it close. Enough. He didn't need to be seen as a freak, that's the one thing he'd never forgive himself if she did.

"I guess it is, I'm not very good with creating words" Brooklyn said, she still didn't understand why she found it so easy to speak to Sebastian. She rarely speaks more than a couple of sentences before finishing the conversation, but here she is having a full conversation with a guy she hardly knew about her life.

"I'm quite the opposite; I know my words, but getting them out is the hard part", Sebastian laughed shortly running his hand through his hair. It would be messy both if he fixed it or not, so he didn't even bother.

Brooklyn grinned, watching his hand go through his hair, before fiddling with the keyring on her notebook. "I rarely ever speak, because of how often I mess words up" She said "Most people think I am a mute"

"D'aw, that's mean", Sebastian said glancing out. He never liked any sorts of transportation mainly because the view from the inside would make him dizzy. It soon did, so he looked back inside, at her.

Brooklyn shrugged lightly "You get used to it after a while" She said, lowering her gaze to her hands one of which was still fiddling with the keyring.

"I believe that people should speak up. Maybe you should, too." And by people Sebastian meant everyone but him. He was alone, and it protected him of anybody who tried to hurt him.

"I don't like talking, one word can be heard in some many ways" Brooklyn said, shaking her head lightly. She believed words are better expressed through art. It is said that a picture says a thousand words.

"I see what you mean", Sebastian nodded. So many times when writing a word came out wrong, so he researched everything he could about it to find the right one. But that's what he loved. Finding out new words.

Brooklyn smiled lightly, "See if I was to do this" She started, and quickly sketched a fox. Then showed it Sebastian "If you look at that picture you can imagine a lot more things than if I had just said the word 'fox'"

"Yeah, pictures are descriptive, I'll give you that. But isn't reading a delineation kind of better?"Sebastian asked, protecting something he loved.

Brooklyn shook her head "I don't really think so, but reading can be descriptive I guess" She said, tucking a stray hair behind her ear as it kept falling into her face.

"Can be? You have ten times more things to say about your favourite book than about your favourite drawing, admit that", Sebastian said leaning backwards. Painting takes time. Writing takes soul.

(woah this is getting deep xD)

Brooklyn shook her head again, causing the stray hair to fall back from behind her ear, but she was too determined to make him admit art says more than words. "I can say plenty of things about my favourite art, more than I can say about my favourite book"

"Well, I disagree", Sebastian shook his head, but still remained casual. True, sometimes he could say a lot about the paintings, and sometimes nothing about a book or a story, for an example, his, but she can't say some books make you feel like you're not alone.

{deep shit. yay.}

"Let's agree to disagree" Brooklyn said, stopping herself from fiddling with the keyring, as it was annoying herself.

"Alright. But just so we're clear; I won, right?"Sebastian asked smirking.

Brooklyn smiled at him but shook her head "No you didn't" She said.

{meep. to what should we skip to?}

(dunno)

{maybe they meet in the park, she draws and he describes, like a competition, idk}

(x3 Good idea, I like it. How should we start it?)