[b][u]ARRAN WHITE[/u][/b]

Arran listened to Xander smiling slightly. “Mhim, I can see that” she said, smiling outright. “Personally I don’t think I’d be brave enough to cuddle one of those in public, if I had one to cuddle.” Arran thought about it for a second, “Well I do have my teddy, but to cuddle him I’d have to have him.” She frowned for a second, remembering her teddy flung haphazardly across a half-made bed. “Wait… did you say fourth? Than who's the first three? Not that I’d know them if you told me, but I still wanna know!” She perked up there, grinning again; anything to stop the calling spiral into despair, and if there was any day she [i]had[/i] to keep floating, it was today. 

When someone walked into the deli Xander had bared his teeth, not the most obvious gesture but one Arran had picked up anyway. Glancing at the boy who had just walked in, and was looking at his phone, Arran noticed he seemed rich, the sort of rich Arran had lived amongst before, the sort of rich Ben was, the sort of rich that for the most part she hated bitterly. Scrunching up her face Arran could feel the anger building, bubbling up inside, rising, and taking over, an explosion primed to blow. She had to squash it; she had to squash it [b]now[/b]. Normally she dispersed her anger or despair with music, loud and fast, the words painting how she felt in bright colours on her heart. Taking a deep breath Arran reined in her anger, calming down, reminding herself that here and now was not the time, and anyway; as far as she knew the boy who’d just walked in wasn’t like the rest, it was always a possibility.