Conversation at the dinner table was lifeless. Gared was gazing at his shoes in a way that reminded Ashlee of the Shoegaze preformance her dad had taken her to. He seemed to be gazing down, as if he were reading a book. Ash noticed that Novelist was, while not in Gared's depressingly lifless state, quiet and withdrawn.

Finally, it was too much for Ash. She addressed herself directly to Gared. "Hello?"
Gared jumped to life. "Yes?"

"What is wrong?"

"What?"

"I said: what is wrong?"

"Nothing. How was the archery range."

Cleo cut in "You are changing the subject. What is wrong?"

"I am just reflecting." Gared was clearly surpriesed by the sudden show of force. He was blushing.

"Yea, well. You reflect, oddly enough, after inviting Novelist to the party." September cut in.

Novelist turned the most unimaginable shade of red and green. She looked sick, and like she had just tried to drink vinegar.

"How did you know?" Gared replied, turning bright red.

"Well, for one thing, we were told by the waiter that there was a dance." September had turned to offense "And I was in my room while you asked Novelist."

At this point, Gared was mortified. Finaly, Ash asked "So, that's why you are so quiet?"

Gared was forced to reply "Yes"

~~~~~~~~~~ 

How did I do? I am trying the writing style were you convey major conflicts through conversation. 

oh yeah, and my telepathic controls only things, objects, not people. 

New Part!
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Novelist crept up the stairs to the third floor. She had to talk to Gared. Sure, if anyone saw, she would be in big trouble. Novelist walked up onto the third floor landing. At one end a door stood. She mustered her courage, and ran in. 

It was a large room, covered in stuff. At one end, a drumset stood.  Computors were everywhere. A small black kitten prowled around.

A smaller blue door flew open and Gared ran out. He was still in slacks, and his dress shirt had an untied tie hanging liflessly. Novelsit looked strait at Gared's eyes and asked, very slowly, "Why?"

Gared was surprised. HE had invisioned more drama at their next meeting. "I, uh, what do you mean? And, let's talk in th morning. Midnight can be a hard time to have a, um, meaningful conversation." He had started to sound a little desprate.

"I mean, why me?" Novelist was getting annoyed. She had always stayed out of the dramas and crushes at school, even finding them amusing. But now, she was at the center, nay, the recieving end of a crush. A cheesy, childish, stupid romance.

Gared tried to understand the meaning of Novelist's last two questions. "why are you here?" He asked "I mean, why are you asking these questions?"

"Well" Novelist was no longer annoyed, she was angry "I'm not cute, I'm not smart, I'm not anything." She new the words were ment to attack Gared, but she remembered. The school playground. The popular kids...  

She snapped back to life, stating her arguments in a hard, logical fashion. "And I am sure as heck not the cute little girl who stands in the background. I am not the pretty little date of the popular boy in the middle school drama, who stands in the back and watches. And I won't do that just to please you 'cause you're rich or whatever. Bye."

Gared was, honestly, fairly sad. He turned on the T.V. and watched Dr. Who untill dawn. 

Also, does anyone know if she quit/left?

That morning, Gared noticed something different about Novelist. She seemed, relived, and terrified in equal parts. But the person who showed the most change was Cleo. She had obviosly heard the conversation last night between Gared and Novelist, and her agile mind was, no doudt, working out what was going on. 

"Alright" Gared said, with the best smile he could muster, "As you know, I am hosting a party, and it will be on Friday, right here." 

Look!! You finaly fell in love!

What?

Gared and Novelist sitting ina tr-

Look, that was one of my characters. One.

When's the wedding?

I told you. Never. I am not in love with Novelist, though one of my characters is.

Yea, right.

Totally.

Ok, you guys are grounded. *Stuffs a raw into Bob's mouth and throws him at Lilliana* Get out.

Never. Gared and Noveli-

Ok, you guys are going off this thread! 

The girl looks over her shoulder, then walks casually out of her temporary bedroom, trying to pretend that she's not about to, well, snoop. Her knapsack is filled with instruments for late-night-to-early-morning-spying. She pulls out a flashlight, and her gaze falls on a table nearby. Moving closer, she then, finds an unusual object resting upon it. The slingshot, as she sees it is when she grabs it, is made of a dark brown wood, and a name sits upon it. Brooklyn, it reads. A name that is, curiously, her own. Looking around, Brooklyn notes that all the objects on the table are engraved with a name.

Thinking quickly, Brooklyn pockets the slingshot, and heads up the stairs, to where she saw the thirteen year old C.E.O. head up last night. She knows he stayed up there after Novelist denyed her love for him. Oh yes, she is full aware of Gared's crush on Novelist, but herself, not really caring for crushes at the moment, mentally eye rolls. This place is already weird enough without a thirteen year old's 'love' getting in the way, she thinks, then, without hesitation, whips a camera out of a knapsack she carries on her back, and begins taking silent photos of the place.

"Whatcha doin?"

Brooklyn turns around, calmly. "It's not a crime to want to investigate this place, is it?"

Ashlee grins. "No, I guess not."

"Just so you know, other people might think sneaking around in the morning, and then spying on others might seem a little rude."

"I know," Ashlee shrugs, helpless under the penitrating gaze of the twelve-year-old, "I just saw you sneaking out of your room, and wondered where you were going."

"Oh. That." The tween shrugs, embarrassed. This girl seems nice, and Brooklyn wonders if she can trust her. "You can come with me if you want! That is," Brooklyn pauses, remembering that the fifteen-year-old might be disgusted at her idea of banging on the C.E.O.'s door at four in the morning, "if you want to..."

Why do the weapons have people's names on them?

Why was Ashlee up at 4:00 A.M? 

What does Brooklyn want with the C.E.O, Gared?

Answer in the next post... 

Okay, I just wanted to say that my last post was probably just gibberish, and not aligning with the story and defying most of the rules Gared told us to follow, so I'm sorry about that. PLEASE IGNORE MY LAST POST! Again apologies, and I won't be writing that again.

Ahh, I didn't quit. I've just been busy lately. I just read the posts... that pun...

I pick the bracelet that can manipulate plants. 

Now I write~ 

At lunch, I watch as Brookeira and Danie stare at me, for reasons I can only guess of. I peek at them, and they quickly pretend to be studying their bracelets. Out of curiousity, and stare at mine, with its intricate green swirls. I think for a moment, and suddenly a little green sprout shoots up from the floor. I gasp quietly and clank my fork against my plate loudly. Before anyone can say anything or see anything, my thoughts halt from plant and it disappears.

*Starts pounding head on dresser* Sorry, I have been unable to access the internet the past two days. Meaning, I missed the entire story so far. So I had to go back and read it. It is awesome! And very interesting. Also, for my bracelet's power... Invisibility. Think of all the possibilities with that.