School, it was Carson's bane and an utmost pain in his ass. If he wasn't such a lazy individual then there might be the slightest chance of him excelling and maybe even give him a chance at honor roll but since he was, the hope of that was null and void. Carson hadn't always been like this but it had started with a vengeance that his parents probably cursed every waking moment. It wasn't that he particularly hated everything about school, it was that it was particularly boring and he didn't have the mental capability of focusing on things that bored him. Carson wasn't even sure he had the mental capability of finishing the test they'd made him stay back to complete but now that he was escaping the brick building, he felt much better. It was just a lot nicer to be free and he could nearly breathe now, the day had possibilities but he had nothing scheduled so they just weren't really his possibilities.

Weighing his options hopefully, he decided that he couldn't really go wrong with the cafe. It wasn't a place he frequented much but it was a place he was familiar with and with his parents arguing avidly at home, it was a place he could hide in for a few hours. Maybe pester a few frequenters that he knew, maybe find a party to spend the rest of the night at. That was the initial plan anyway and far be it from him to stop himself from being an innovator and an idealist. Honestly, he could have gone anywhere to escape his parental figures and they're penchant for breathless yelling but his scattered friends all seemed to be doing something, as if he cared for their company anyhow. Every now a then he could handle the half-hearted banter between them and himself but a good lot of the time, they seemed to be out of it, so he supposed that he was better off trying to grab a coffee-shop friend.

The mall was always teeming with activity and that was what he liked, people, activity, noise. There was something about it that made him excited, brought out the best in him. It was a side of him that never showed itself in school, social and warm, ready to make quips at a moment's notice and eager to impress. He came off as kind of a lost soul in school, kind of just following the more popular brand of teens around and not really invested into anything. He was bored, irritated and kind of a killjoy until he was surrounded in positive activity, ample amounts of people and various social endeavors, it gave his wings room to stretch and it made him happy. That was all he'd ever really wanted, an escape to something pleasant. Walking to the cafe was easy, kept his mind from wandering to the things he was pushing backwards in it. Things like the party and the smiling child. Things he couldn't clear out.

Pulling the worn pack of mix-matched cigarettes from his pocket, he counted them over again and made a face. He was definitely getting low and trying to get cigarettes off of other people got ridiculous sometimes, but it kept him from having to ask his poor old mother to buy him anything. Shoving the crumpled pack back into his pocket, he headed towards the cafe and drew in a deep breath of the air, it calmed his nerves as he approached, already recognizing a face or two when he opened the door. People from the school were always worth it, they were familiar and familiar was good. Relaxing his shoulders, he made his way to one of the tables nearer to the door and sucked in a breath. The second breath wasn't as easy but it got a roguish grin out of him and that was enough, a game face could make him appear to be anyone. It made him feel calm.

He could see another boy in the cafe, one he definitely went to school with, [i]one of those um twins, right?[/i] He'd seen this guy around like once or twice.[i] Something with a C, like Curt, was it Curt?[/i] He furrowed his eyebrows when he realized he was grinning at some random guy in a cafe and glanced up at the ceiling instead, it took all he had not to start whistling in a [b]very[/b] unassuming way. His peripheral vision caught fog seeping from beneath the door and nervousness settled over him but again, he was choosing to ignore the strange and swallowed thickly before glancing at the wall. 

"[color=00a651]What is going [i]on[/i] with me?[/color]" a desperate mutter to himself at best, he drug his hand down his face and shook his head.