Status: The Psychopath (Self-proclaimed only, though he does have some issues)

Name: Sylk Greene

Eyes/Hair color: Light blue/ bleached white

Age: mid-to-late teens

DOB:

Family: Mom, Dad, brother (Two years older; Martin "Marty"), sister (1 year older; Vanessa "Velvet"), he's the youngest in his family

Other: A "little nutty" is an understatement. He develops a slight crush on his friend but rarely acts upon it.

Status: The Sociopath (He's slightly anti-social)

Name: James "Jamie" Davis

Eyes/Hair color: Raspberry-brown/ light brown

Age: mid-to-late teens

DOB:

Family: Mom, Dad, single child

Other: One emotional kid when you get to know him, otherwise he's fairly cold to other people.

The door opened and was slammed hard before a click echoed after the thundering sound of wood connecting with wood. A figure walked away from the house and into the stillness of the cold morning, wrapped up in a short light gray coat with black accents left open to reveal a dark gray shirt and black jeans, a pair of sneakers dyed and painted silver peeking from under the thick black denim.

He walked in utter silence, careful of the icy sidewalk, and pretended that he wasn't left home alone again, no matter the fact that he knew how to work the propane fireplace and had a fair collection of movies (Mostly old kung-fu and horror flicks) and books.

His destination was only eight minutes away if he walked fast, but he didn't. He walked slowly, so he could shake the feeling of being left in a town he'd only lived in for a few months, while his siblings and parents went about their own daily business.

He mentally damned each one, taking a small pleasure from it before reevaluating their existences and hoping someone picked up some tea or coco mix while shopping.

He spotted his destination and an eyebrow rose when he saw someone sitting alone on the swing-set in the otherwise empty playground. He looked around to see if there was anyone else and saw no one, so he trotted across the grounds silently to question the lone figure.

The swing creaked slightly under Jamie's weight, not used to being used when covered in the light layer of frost. He sighed, just to see the big puff-cloud that was made by his warm breath against the chilled air. The cloud soon dissipated and he was left alone again.

He almost fell off his swing when someone landed heavily in the swing next to him, making the chain creak loudly and scare him. He looked up to see a bleach-white-haired teen about his age dressed in dark and muted grays. He didn't say a single word, not even an apology for scaring Jamie half to death. The monochromatically dressed teen began to swing a little before slowly building power and speed.

Jamie gave him a slight glare before swinging as well and going slightly higher then the other teen. He was glanced at with an apathetic look before the other teen swung higher as well.

This was the start of the battle. They were soon swinging as high as they could, both of them not wanting to lose the childish game.

The monochromatic teen suddenly grabbed the chain higher up and flipped over to sit on the metal bar above. Jamie looked up at him in shock, his swinging slowing down when he stopped working his legs.

"Is there a reason why you're ogling me like you are?" the white haired teen above him asked in a voice as soft as midnight.

Surprised at being spoken to, Jamie fell off the swing backwards, his back thumped against the grass under him while his legs stayed tangled in the swing. The other teen leaned backward, grabbing the chains, and dropped to the swing before he hopped off and knelt on one knee by Jamie.

"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

"N-no, I'm fine. You just surprised me, is all," Jamie sat up, untangling his feet from the swing-set, and the other boy swiftly moved back so he wouldn't be in his way.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Jamie waved the apology away. "That's okay, a little adrenaline never hurt anybody, right?"

The other laughed softly. "Yeah, I guess not."

"What's your name?" Jamie asked, not knowing what else to say.

"People call me Sylk, Sylk Greene," the monochromatic teen answered. "With a Y not an I."

"Cool. I'm James Davis, Jamie to people who know me."

"Alright then, Jamie it will be. Nice to meet you, Jamie."

"You too, Sylk," Jamie replied and they shook hands, Sylk's cool soft touch against his own slightly callused tanned hold. "So why are you out here alone?"

"Trying to figure out how to ask you the same question."

"Oh. I'm out here 'cause I can't stand other people. Mostly loud, crude, rude, stupid ones."

"Ah, the majority of the world," Sylk said in a sagely manner.

"Pretty much. Seriously now, why are you out here?"

"Because I'm a self-proclaimed psychopath and wanted to spread my joy around," Sylk said before getting glared lightly at. "Okay, I went for a walk because I was left at home all alone and didn't really feel like being cooped up by myself without someone to talk to. Happy?"

"Ecstatic," the brunette deadpanned. "So much so, I can barely contain myself."

They exchanged sidelong looks and burst out laughing.

"I have a feeling we're going to get along just fine," Sylk said as he wiped tears of mirth from his eyes.

"Smooth as silk."

Sylk gave his new friend a withering look. "Dude, that's a really bad joke and I've heard it all my life."

"Sorry," the brunette blushed lightly.

"Not a problem, dude," he held up one finger to emphasize his next point. "I'll let you slide this one time, got it?"

"Got it," Jamie smiled a smile that lit up the whole playground before standing up and stamping his feet.

Sylk watched him for a little while and cocked his head. "Out of innate curiosity, just what the hell are you doing?"

"Trying to warm up, I've been out here for at least the past half hour and I'm freezing."

Sylk watched him for a few moments before piping up, "I know where you can warm up at. And it's nearby."

Jamie stopped the stomping and tilted his head. "Where?"

"My place. Come on, let's go," Sylk stood and grabbed Jamie's arm before tugging him in the direction of the house.

Jamie followed silently, wondering why anyone would want to bring HIM, of all people, home to their place and parents. "Won't your parents mind if you bring home a stranger?"

Sylk was silent for a moment. "No, no one's home, let's go and get something to warm us up."

"But-"

"No 'but's! It won't hurt you none to come home with me, will it?" he looked at his new friend and he was grinned at.

"Nah! Won't hurt me any, not unless you happen to be one of those unscrupulous people that should die."

"Me? Unscrupulous? Nah, I'm just psychotic," a smile was given to Jamie in return and they raced the rest of the way to the two story house that was Sylk's home.

Sylk and Jamie got to the bleach haired teen's house and went in. They got some hot chocolate made and settled on the large sectional couch to watch a movie and bicker about which of the remakes were better then their originals.

They both fell asleep during the third film (A somewhat dry film that was in French and subtitled and didn't get better until the last half) and they curled around each other under a flannel blanket for warmth.

Jamie jerked awake when he heard the sound of a poorly cared for diesel engine roll slowly past the house and he looked up to find that he was using Sylk's hip as a pillow. He turned pink when realized that his monochromatic friend was using him the same exact way and he reached for his mug to get a shot of much needed (Though cold) caffeine. The action caused Sylk to growl in his sleep, roll over, and fall off the couch with a sound THUD. Jamie leaned over the side of the couch to look down at Sylk. "Are you okay, Sylk?"

"Fine, just peachy," he grunted as he struggled to stand, part of the blanket was wrapped around him tightly from rolling and it impeded his movements somewhat. He stopped and took a double-take at Jamie. "Are you blushing or are you just cold?"

"It's winter, man, of course I'm going to turn pink! There's all kinds of reasons for a person to get pink; windburn, ice, all sorts of reasons," Jamie replied hastily.

"Blushing," Sylk added. "And we can't forget embarrassment, no, we can't."

Jamie reached out and smacked Sylk on the back of his head. "Shaddup!"

Sylk winced from the hit and rubbed the sore spot muttering curses under his breath. He climbed back onto the couch and resettled the blanket.

"I'm sorry, Sylk."

"Hm? For what?" he looked at Jamie to find that he was pink again, but this time his eyes were watery. "Hey, don't cry, it didn't hurt, really it didn't."

Jamie suddenly latched onto the other boy and buried his face in his shoulder. "Please don't hate me. Please, please don't hate me," he cried softly.

"Hey, come on, I can't hate someone I just met. Especially if they're my friend. Please don't cry," he rubbed his friend's back reassuringly and hugged him, not really knowing what to do. He'd hugged his sister when she and her boyfriend had broken up, and his brother had held him still when he had taken a nasty spill on his bike, but that was just about it.

A soft sigh came from the brunette and he released the other boy. He smiled at his friend and rubbed his face. "Sorry I did that, man. I- I'd rather that-"

"Consider it forgotten, dude," the white haired teen said, picking up on the direction the request was going.

"Thanks, Sylk."

"Not a problem. Now what do we do for fun?" Sylk looked up at the ceiling thinking. "Food?"

"You read my mind, man."

"So where'd ya wanna go? We can go and get some burgers."

"I like burgers."

"Let's do it to it, man!" Sylk slapped his friend's open palm and they pulled each other to their feet and got their jackets.

"Leave the lights on?"

"Yeah, the rest of the clan'll be home soon and they'll appreciate the lights being on. Probably. I think," a shrug followed the comment and they left the house after Sylk locked the door.

They stood, some time later, in front of a brick building with large windows. Their local hamburger place. Better then any McDonalds or Burger King any day.

"Looks empty," Jamie commented.

"Looks closed."

"One way to find out," he said as he walked up to the door and pounded on the frame. "Okay, Joe, open the door before we beat it down!"

Nothing.

"Pssh, this is stupid, let's just go to the Emporium," Jamie muttered and tugged Sylk after him.

"What emporium?"

"McAllen's!"

"Ya know, I haven't been here that long, who's McAllen?"

"Not who, what. McAllen's is an ice crème emporium that has all types of stuff other then ice crème," Jamie explained patiently.

"Isn't an emporium supposed to be just one specific kind of food?"

"Yeah, but McAllen went a little nutty after his father died and went dessert happy."

"His own way of mourning; work."

"And food. Can't forget the food."

"Right, not forgetting the food."

"Okay, enough chit-chat, to the emporium!" Jamie gave his friend a mighty tug and pulled him along by the front of his jacket. "Come on, let's go already."

"I'm coming, I'm coming, you're leading the way, I don't know where this place is."

The pair stopped before a brick building and Sylk looked it up and down. A regular, unassuming brick building. Well, sort of unassuming. An old style sign swung from a short pole, exclaiming in bright green letters "McAllen's Ice Crème Emporium" with a stylized picture of a sundae under the lettering. A tall man was washing the oversized window and saw them. He smiled and waved and they waved back before he went back to work.

"Okay, let's go in before I freeze to death," Jamie said as he pulled the door open.

Inside was warm and they found a booth near the middle of the restaurant and the duo grabbed a couple of menus to look at the selection.

A girl took their orders and she brought them their drinks; hot chocolate topped with whipped crème.

"Ya know, Jamie, I think I just died and gone to heaven," Sylk said after he took a sip of the delicious chocolate drink. "This is great."

"Yup, I love this place when it's mostly empty. It's hell in the summer months, though, everyone's in here and it's noisy."

Sylk shed his jacket and stretched out sideways in the booth. "Well, we can enjoy this place the other nine months of the year. We'll worry about other hang outs during Summer. Though I think that we might have to stay inside during that time. Does it get really hot here?"

"Depends on your definition of hot."

"Hot."

"Well, over the last summer it only got to about 98° or so."

"Yay, I can survive here!"

"Should I ask?" Jamie asked, one eyebrow raised.

"I can't handle really hot weather. I don't know what it is about it, but I get hot and then I get hot tempered." Jamie snickered and Sylk blinked. "What?"

"Nothing, man. Look, food!" Jamie exclaimed as the waitress set two platters with a cheeseburger on each one in front of them.

"Yes! Hey, bet'cha I can finish my burger before you can finish yours," Sylk said, a gleam glittering in his eyes.

"You're on, pal!"

"Afterwards we can go back to my place and throw up."

"I feel so sick," Jamie said as he collapsed onto Sylk's bed and curled into a ball. "Why'd you challenge me to that stupid bet in the first place?"

Sylk said nothing but tossed a damp cloth at Jamie, who caught it easily.

"I hate you right now."

"I know you do," Sylk murmured as he stretched out sideways on his bed. Jamie covered his face with the cloth before wiping the back of his neck and rolling over to face the white haired boy. Sylk reached out and clapped his friend gently on the shoulder. "You going to be okay?"

Jamie shrugged.

"You can stay here tonight if you want. That way you won't have to let your parents worry when they find you throwing up."

"That sounds like a good idea," the brunette said before curling into a tight ball. "ARG! I'm in pain and I blame you."

"I told you that maybe that second burger wasn't such a hot idea."

"Shaddup," Jamie managed to growl before lurching to his feet and stumbling to the bathroom to throw up again. He shuddered after completely emptying his stomach and a pair of cool arms was gently wrapped around his shoulders. He leaned back away from the toilet and Sylk hit the lever to flush the mess away. The brunette could feel the white haired teen's breath flit across the back of his neck but he paid it no heed. The white haired teen rubbed soothing circles on his shoulders and murmured incoherent words. Oddly enough, he actually felt better. Just a little.

"Come on, Jamie, let's call your mom and tell her where you're at," Sylk said as he carefully pulled the slightly shorter brunette to his feet.

He woke up to find himself sprawled out under a black and gray quilt, Sylk was sleeping beside him and had one arm behind the brunette boy's head and draped on the other side of him, like the white haired boy had been holding him in his sleep. He shifted and found that his clothes had been removed and replaced with a black t-shirt and sweat pants that hugged his legs comfortably. Jamie shook his head, marveling at the change job that his sick friend had done, and snuggled deeper into the warm bed, content to stay there for a little longer before being forced to get up.

He looked up when the door opened a short while later and a girl with blonde hair stuck her head into the room. She put her finger to her lips and gestured him over before showing him a glass of orange juice. He cocked his head and gripped onto his friend before he nodded and slipped slowly from Sylk's grasp and followed the girl down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"So you must be Jamie, huh?" she asked as she poured another class of juice and handed it to the brunette boy.

"How did you guess?" he asked after sipping the juice. The girl had turned to the stove and flipped a pancake over.

"Note's on the fridge. Saying that you two ate till ya threw up and that you were staying over. Like pancakes?" he nodded slightly and she set a plate in front of him. "I'm Vanessa, by the way. But Sylk calls me Velvet. Why he does it, I'm not sure."

"Is his name really Sylk?"

"Yeah, sure is. So who won?"

"What?" he blinked, looking completely perplexed.

"Knowing my little brother, you two sucked down a ton of food because he challenged you to it," she put her hands on her hips and smiled. "Am I right?"

Jamie snorted. "Yeah, he did challenge me. I think we both tied or something. I don't really remember," he made a face, "I DO remember throwing up until I thought I flushed my stomach and small intestine down the drain."

Velvet gagged, "Come on, kid, not while I'm cooking."

"Sorry about that," he said softly and picked at his pancake. He didn't even want to LOOK at food right now, let alone eat it. He was wondering how he was going to break it to her when he heard someone thumping down the stairs. He turned in his chair and caught sight of a very disheveled Sylk.

"Morning, everybody," he said as he dropped into the chair next to Jamie and laid his head on the tabletop.

"Good morning, Sylk," his sister chirped cheerfully.

"What's so good about it, Velvet?" he muttered acidly.

Velvet tsked at him. "Touchy. Sorry I asked. Are you up to food?"

"Not likely."

"Pssh! Men!" she muttered and disappeared up the stairs.

Sylk watched her leave and then leaned back in his chair. He released a sigh and looked at Jamie to find himself being watched closely. "What?"

"You want my pancake? I'm going to see if I can go throw up again."

Sylk shook his head. "Don't do it again, man, it's bad for your throat."

"No shit, hurts like hell, too."

Sylk clapped his friend gently on the shoulder and stood up again. "Come on, it's not a school day, and we were up late last night, let's go back to bed."

Jamie's cheeks coloured and he ducked his head in a nod to hide it. Sylk took Jamie's plate and set it on the floor before releasing a shrill whistle. A small brown mop of a dog skidded into the kitchen and proceeded to gobble up the remainder of the pancake. The white haired teen took the brunette by his wrist and pulled him back up the stairs.

They settled under the quilt again and were about to go back to sleep when a fuzzy brown blob was thrown onto the bed, yapping loudly.

"Whoa, what the flying fuck?!" Sylk sat up quickly and the brown mop licked his face. A much taller blonde teen was laughing hard in the doorway. The white haired teen released a savage growl when he saw the other. "Marty, you bastard! Get the hell out of here!"

"And what's this? Does the Fabric-boy have a BOYFRIEND?" he laughed, silver ringed blue eyes glittering cruelly. Jamie leaned back slightly, instantly distrustful of his friend's only brother. Marty walked into the room, his hands shoved into his pockets and leaned down slightly to inspect Jamie. "What are you supposed to be? Another of his lame-o friends? Where do you find these kids, Fabric-boy, the land of Pathetic?"

Sylk reached under his bed and threw a clay ornament of some sort at the tall blonde. "Fuck off, Jock-head."

Marty fell backwards to avoid the object and ran down the hall, laughing and yelling.

"That fucking bastard," Sylk muttered as he picked up the mutt and deposited him in the hall. He pushed the door shut and locked it before crawling back in bed and pulling the covers over his and Jamie's heads.

"Sylk?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't like your sister and brother very much, they fit everything that I hate about the human race," Jamie said quietly.

"Welcome to my world, Jamie," he replied and hugged his friend. "I hate it as much as you. Mom will talk to Marty and she'll make sure that he apologizes to you."

"Begrudgingly, I'd wager."

"That's a bet I know I'd lose," he gripped his friend's shoulder. "Go back to sleep, your Jam-ness. More then likely we'll be woken soon, and I want as much sleep under my belt as possible."

They managed to sleep for another hour before Sylk's mother woke them and they dressed and ate some fruit, forgoing the pancakes for something easier on their stomachs. They tended to their morning routines and left the noisy house, deciding to go for a walk to the playground and around town so Sylk could explore instead.

"Just outta innate curiosity, where is everyone? School?" the white haired teen asked his friend.

"No, it's winter vacation, we don't have school to worry about for another two days. Have you been enrolled?"

"Yeah, when we got here. Don't want to go, though. The teachers, the food-"

"The kids," Jamie added.

"-the kids, the textbooks, I hate 'em all. Well, maybe not the textbooks, okay yeah, the textbooks included. I had one that said that Napoleon won Waterloo."

Jamie erupted into a fit of laughter and he had to hang onto his friend to keep from falling down. His laughter was infectious and Sylk started laughing, too.

"Hey, what's this place? Looks cool," Sylk pointed out a brick building that had been painted with a psychedelic mural and the trim was painted in bright green. A sign was painted across the glass in jester style which stated Karaoke. "What's Car-a-oak?"

"Karaoke," Jamie corrected. "You pick a song and sing the lyrics, then you get rated how good you were."

"Cool, let's go in," the white haired teen said as he pulled Jamie towards the door.

"Karaoke is also Japanese for Tone Deaf, Sylk. Sylk, are you listening to me?" Jamie was dragged into the building and Sylk got them a room to sing in. "Sylk, I don't sing."

"So? Neither can I, but it'll be fun, don't worry about it. Which song do you want?" Sylk grabbed a mic and flopped onto a couch while the slightly shorter Jamie flipped through a book of songs.

"H-how about this one?" the brunette carried the book over to the white haired teen and showed it to him.

Sylk grinned wildly and nodded. "Joan Jett and The Blackhearts. Classic."

Jamie flushed slightly and entered the song number into the computer console. The music flowed easily and the brunette gave the lounging Sylk a small smile and started. "Ah, now I don't hardly know her, but I think I could love her, crimson and clover.

"Ah, when she comes walking over, now I've been waitin' to show her, crimson and clover," and here Sylk added in his voice. "Over and over."

"Yeah, my, my such a sweet thing, I wanna do everything, what a beautiful feeling, crimson and clover," Sylk sang and Jamie let him sing alone before they sang together again.

"Crimson and clover over and over, Crimson and clover over and over, Crimson and clover over and over, Crimson and clover over and over."

Sylk grinned wildly at his friend. "Man, that was fun, let's do that again! You're really good, Jamie."

Jamie flushed and thumped his head with the mic. He'd never sung in front of anybody before, usually while he was cooking or along with the radio when he was alone.

The microphone made a soft THUMP on contact with his head and he gave the mic a funny look. Sylk laughed and flipped through the book.

"Let's do a long one this time, you game?"

"I am if you are."

Sylk soon found a very long, very silly song and the duo only got halfway through it before they collapsed from laughing so hard. Jamie hiccupped and wiped tears of mirth from his eyes and Sylk just snickered.

"God, my ribs ache," Jamie said when he had finally calmed down. "I don't think I've laughed so hard since..." he paused to think.

"Since?"

"Yesterday," he said truthfully.

"Yeah, with the whole happy thing," Sylk said slowly and smiled slightly, his eyes lidded slightly to show nothing but a slit of blue. "So, are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Happy."

Jamie grinned a smiled that just for the white haired teen. "I'm ecstatic, because of you, I'm happy."

"My pleasure, man," the other teen flashed a peace sign at the brunette and stood to stretch. "How long have we spent in here?"

"Who knows, who cares, I don't. Let's sing some more."

Sylk laughed at that and agreed whole-heartedly. He watched Jamie locate another song and he sang it solo. It was fairly long, a little sad, and seemed to fit the slightly anti-social teen perfectly.

The white haired teen looked at the book to get the name of the song and he wrote it and the artist's name down on a sheet of paper before shoving it into his pocket. Don't Let It Show by The Alan Parsons Project.

He'd personally never heard of it, but maybe his sister had (She had a fair knowledge of music from the 60s and on). Jamie certainly seemed to have known it for a long time, because he never looked at the screen with the lyrics on it not even once.

Sylk was impressed, to say the very least.

The white haired teen heard a sound and he looked at his waist. It was his cell phone vibrating. He picked it up and hit the answer option. "Hello? Hey, Mom. I'm at a Karaoke type-place with Jamie. Okay, sure. Alright, let them know he's coming home. 'Kay, bye."

"Who was it?" Jamie asked as his song finished and he put the microphone back on its stand.

"Mom. She said that your mother called the house and wanted to know if you were there, she wants you to go home now."

Jamie made a face. "Shit, and I have homework to do."

"Maybe I can help," Sylk offered and Jamie nodded vigorously.

"Know anything about English papers?"

"One of my specialties, man, let's go," he took the brunette's wrist and they left the building, Jamie tugging the white bleached teen towards his house.

"Now you get to meet my Mom and Dad, I'm sure they'll like ya," he said.

"Sure, most parents do until they get to know me."

"Why's that?"

"Because I am a Psychopath! MWA-HA-HA!" Sylk pretended to laugh cackle evilly and Jamie shook his head.

"Nuts, that's what you are, nuts."

"Thank you! I try," he grinned at the brunette and Jamie laughed and pulled on his jacket.

"Mom, I'm back," Jamie called as he tugged his friend into the house and slipped his shoes off. "Brought a friend home."

"Hey, sweetie," a brown haired woman said as she looked into the hall from the kitchen. "Your doctor called, she wants to change your appointments from Thursdays to Tuesdays."

"Okay, sounds okay to me, not like I have anything planned."

"Who's your friend?"

"Oh, this is Sylk, I stayed at his place last night, we met at the park."

"Nice to meet you, Sylk," she said as they shook hands.

"Pleasure, ma'am," he replied.

"Where's Dad?" Jamie asked.

"Den."

"Thanks, Mom. Come on, Sylk, you can meet my dad," he tugged his friend down the hall.

His father was sitting in the den reading a paper.

Sylk immediately got a Ward Clever vibe from the slightly graying older man, and he didn't like it.

"Dad, this is Sylk," Jamie said and his father looked up from his paper.

"Sylk what?"

"Greene, sir, Sylk Greene," Sylk replied.

Mr. Davis looked Sylk up and down, taking in the teen's black jeans and white shirt under his gray jacket, but most of all, the shock of pure white hair on the teen's head.

Considering the glare that being directed at him, Sylk was glad that he had his hair cut the week before.

Mr. Davis shook the paper and went back to reading it and Sylk made a face at Jamie, pretending to gag and they quickly left the den.

"Jamster, man, your dad is one dude I definitely got mean vibes from, I don't think he likes me at all, pal."

"He's kinda mad at me because I have to go have sessions every week."

"Why?"

"Long story."

"Tell me about it someday, but for now I have to get going, my parentals are going to take us all out to dinner tonight," Sylk latched onto his friend's neck and hugged him tightly. "See ya later, man."

"Bye, Sylk."

"See you tomorrow?"

"You gotta deal!"

They waved and Sylk bounced from the house and back towards his place.

"He seemed nice," his mother said as she came out of the kitchen with a plate of cookies.

"Yeah, he's great, Mom, I think I got a best friend."

"That's wonderful, dear!"

"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" he smiled at his mother and made his way to his room, snatching a couple of cookies when he passed her.

He had a friend and that felt really good.