{Alec} Friends With...Benefits?

[francois jonathon lucielle]

Insomnia was quite a problem for the small French boy, Francois. He had acquired the small sleeping deficiency when he first arrived here at Waverly. There was one thing always confused him though; why did he still have it? It had been weeks now since he entered the school, and yet sleeping was still something he could not do for long periods of time. An hour a day, maybe an hour and a half, but that was it at most. It never really made sense. Usually people don’t sleep because they have something on their mind or there is something buzzing around inside their head; and this was the case for Francois all the time. He always had something on his mind. He always had stress and worry plaguing his thoughts, but yet, he was almost sure other people did as well. They…had to…right? People couldn’t just go around doing everything like robots…right? Or was Francois just the odd one out? The one who didn’t fit in? He imagined it was that one, which was quite discouraging, but despite it he kept moving on. He kept living from day to day, looking, searching for his purpose in this mundane existence.

This was part of the reason why he found himself wandering the halls, nearing three in the morning, looking for something to do. He figured all other people were asleep, so he was doing his best to stay quiet. His right leg was still sore and ached, but at least now he could walk more pleasantly on it. He could actually start to put weight on the leg without it completely falling apart. A miracle nonetheless. The boy didn’t like applying unneeded pressure to it, which is why he walked with a slight limp .He kept more of his weight on his left leg, almost to ensure there was not much left on the right one. This could pose as a big problem for the boy though. His right leg was his dominant leg. It was the leg he did everything on, and he couldn’t fathom losing the ability to dance on it. That would be like trying to knit completely with one hand. He had to shrug the idea off though. He couldn’t let these doubts and concerns run his life, and he was determined besides that.

The boy walked into Subzero slowly, glancing around to see if anyone was in there, and to his guess there was not. He sighed a little to himself. The boy wouldn’t lie, he was hoping that somebody, anybody had been in the room with him, but it was whatever now. He walked over to the small table in the corner of the room, where he usually sat, and claimed his seat by the window once more. His head leaned gently upon the chillingly cold glass as he pulled his sweatshirt sleeves down more. His right wrist was completely purple all around and he didn’t like when people stared at it, so he covered it. His eyes glanced delicately around the side of the school, nothing interesting happening in the dead of the night. He sighed once more, his eyes shutting a fraction of an inch, curling further into himself.

Tonight was going to be difficult, and he knew it.

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