[center][h3][color=92278f]ARCHIE WILHELM[/color][/h3]
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[indent][i]The thing that's real for us is fortune and fame...[/i]

Wow, that lyric really didn't sound great when met with loud-ass alarm beeps. Archie lifted himself slightly on his elbows, staring at the wall but not quite seeing it. Cleverly, he'd shut out all the light sources in his room, and now the entire space was black and spotty with TV static that he was sure had to be just his waking vision. Then again, maybe he was finally off in some alternate universe. Prayers answered, then.

Eyes adjusting to the small amount of light in the room, he finally took in his surroundings. His lengthwise room was pristine except for the area he inhabited most: his bed. Sheets were strewn everywhere from a restless sleep, clear and green bottles were discarded randomly on the mattress, his nightstand had a small speaker playing straight off his library and the stupid broken alarm that didn't seem to be listening to his demands to just shut up already. Archie grabbed the clock altogether and hurled it at the wall, smashing the device but ultimately earning some peace from the beeping.

He slammed the knuckle of his thumb against his eye, willing at least one of them to stay open, and started floundering around on the sheets for his phone. Gotta be somewhere in there, because he never places it conveniently on his nightstand like a sensible person, and goddamn he should really start doing that because - ah. Archie found his phone beneath his pillow and ignored the fact that it was nearly eight and he was likely going to be late; none of that really mattered. He went straight to checking his notifications. Nothing. Archie pursed his lips, eyes flitting away from the screen just to stare at the wall again, before he got up finally.

No one was home. Place had been empty for weeks, actually, leave for the occasional housekeeper who he was pretty sure didn't clean, but was sent on a mission by his parents just to [i]make sure Archie's not dead, would you? The kid's a real maniac.[/i] It's true, he could be kind of manic, it's true, but that didn't mean the cleaners had to step around him like a ticking time bomb. And they could be nice and make him breakfast once in a while, fuck, did anyone have sense around here? No. The kitchen was empty. Granted, it was stocked full of food, but Archie wasn't interested. It's the thought that counts, and no one had the thought to leave spoiled rich kid his morning meal. 

With eating out of the question, Archie trekked upstairs again, the music coming softly to his ears again. [i]Never again will I repeat myself, enough is never enough...[/i] Yeah, me too, he replied, even if the words didn't come out. He dragged on clothes, not bothering to shower (but of course masking all of his secrets with some old Versace cologne), and washed his face until it looked even slightly appealing. His hair was a mess, though. Archie just streaked it with water and hoped it'd sort itself out throughout the day. Although everyone else was surely trying to look their best for the first day, he shot a final glance at the mirror and shrugged a [i]good enough[/i] before digging around the house and finding a discarded backpack. Really, a Hefty trash bag would've sufficed, but he was all about staying classy these days.

Bus was a no-no. Bike? He'd probably fall off and skin himself in the street. Car, he couldn't drive, at least not safely. Because everyone liked to complain about how [i]Archie's not totally stable, he shouldn't have that much control over other people's lives, he definitely shouldn't be driving a 2-ton death machine around the city[/i]; whatever. It's true, he could be kind of manic, it's true, but that didn't mean he should be missing out on average teenager experiences. Like getting into a car wreck by your own hand at least [i]once[/i]. Archie stared at the old vehicle his mother had left behind in the garage, contemplating sticking it to the man and probably running straight through the school, but that seemed like a task that'd be followed up by a bunch of questioning. [i]Why'd you run down twenty students while driving through the school, Wilhelm?[/i] Well, y'know, just proving everyone right. That's all.

Intrusive thoughts were never nice. He tore his gaze away and [i]sprinted[/i] down the street, deciding he could just run to school, because three miles wasn't too bad. However, Archie did not take into account the fact that he was completely out of shape, and arrived there within just under 20 minutes. He practically collapsed in the Beverly Hills High School athletics field, crossing it to reach the auditorium, only to find that people were spilling out every which way. So, he was a little late. No problem, not like they took attendance at assemblies, right? Archie took a moment to double over, standing in the grass with his hands on his knees and sweat dripping from his hairline. Thank god he was too dehydrated to [i]actually[/i] soak through his clothes. 

Just then, he thought he detected a very familiar smell. Like an addict searching for his fix, Archie left the spot he'd tried to rest in, legs very nearly buckling beneath him as he approached the source of what smelled distinctly like cigarette smoke. It wasn't exactly far, just behind the school's auditorium, and it seemed pretty well-hidden. That's the good thing - he wouldn't want anyone seeing him like this, all clammy and pale from running a mere three miles, then earn himself rumours of having withdrawals. That'd be... [color=92278f][b]"Oh, sweet, it's you."[/b][/color] Plus some other dude in the middle of talking to her, but it's cool. Archie didn't mind company. He moved closer to listen to the conversation, evidently inviting himself into the conversation.

Sierra was the best person to run into right now (or, in his case, actively seek out in search of a free cigarette). Speaking of free cigarette... Archie reached over and daintily pulled it from between her fingers, practically straight from her mouth, and took a long drag of his own. His already unsteady breathing went off even more, and the cigarette didn't seem to help slow his heartrate down any (wow, crazy world), but he looked pretty blissed out by it. [color=92278f][b]"You don't mind, do ya?"[/b][/color] he asked quietly to refrain from interrupting, although it was too late for her to fit in any opinion about the matter, and finally repositioned the cigarette back between her fingers. 

[color=92278f][b]"Coffee guy? Who's that? Think he's got a coffee for me?"[/b][/color] Archie was craning his neck all around now to look for whoever Rhett was talking about, before eventually having the sense to follow their gazes directly and land on coffee guy in question. He couldn't get a name to mind until Rhett was straight-up shouting it, and Archie laughed along, joining him in beckoning the kid over. Nicotine highs did nothing these days, but apparently, running highs got him all lively like this. When he caught sight of Rhett's arm around Sierra's waist, Archie strangely didn't mind. You'd expect exes to care, but really... things ended on mutual terms, and 'hot bod' kid didn't seem terrible. Still. The gesture couldn't read as well to other people, especially not 'coffee guy.' [color=92278f][b]"Whoa, careful, don't make him more nervous."[/b][/color]

Instead of taking it straight from Sierra's hands this time, Archie went for another drag by placing his mouth behind her cigarette-holding hand, calculatedly seizing the opportunity whilst she held what was apparently now claimed as half-his.[/indent]