Playing with instruments

"No I won't back down..."

She flipped her black hair out of her face and smiled softly with her pearly white teeth. She began to rap the song picking up the beat with her guitar.

Alonso kept watching. But being clumsy as he was, he moved around and hit a plate of a drumset, making noise. He bit his lower lip, looking apologetically at Alexis. He really did look like a ghost. "S-so sorry..." He whispered.

Alexis quickly looked up from her guitar.
"Who's there?"
Her purple eyes set on a boy nearby her. She looked at him, he looked ghostly and almost dead.

Alonso's eyes went comically huge, his black pupils standing out to his nearly completely White eyeballs and iris. He bit his lower lip again, teeth as White as his skin. "Sorry...." He had British accent, and mumbled in a voice no more than a whisper. Her purple eyes were penetrating his skull.

She giggled in a cute tone.
"Oh, honey it's fine..."
She smiled and put her iPod away wanting to talk to the boy. She set the guitar down and smiled at him softly.
"So, what's your name cutie?"

Alonso had never been called names. Only freak. He blushed at the cutie, red tinting his cheeks making a huge contrast. "Hm....The name's Alonso. Alonso Knight." He said in a more clear tone. His features were not the only ones that seemed feminine, his voice was a bit high pitched as well. He tried smiling gently at the girl. "Pleased to meet you, miss....?"

"Oh! Sorry doll..."
She stood up and walked to him. She extended out a long arm.
"My names Alexis...Alexis Thorne."
She smiled at him.

Alonso shyly took her hand, his hand pale and cold. "Alexis." He tried her name, nodding. He smiled kindly. "You play the guitar very well...Calmed me down. Are you daughter of any god of music?"

She smiled sheepishly and let go of his hand. "Uhm no I'm a daughter of Thanatos. How about you?" She smirked.

Alonso bit his lower lip looking down. He already felt embarassed to tell her, but since she didn't know of his condition, he could tell her.
"Phobos." He whispered, looking up at her. He bent his knees and hugged them.

"Hey...darling what's wrong?" She touched his shoulder softly.

Somehow she made him feel comfortable. Alonso felt he could tell her. "Is just....Other kids make fun of me." He looked up with sad eyes. Alonso hugged his knees tighter. "I am a 16-year-old son of Phobos and have p-pantophobia." He whispered to her, blushing still. He hoenstly didn't look 16.

"What's that?" She sat next to him and put an arm around his shoulder.

Alonso sighed. "Fear of generally everything." He looekd boredly at her, still ashamed. He looked down again, feeling ridiculous. A Phobos child with fear of everything. He was the living irony.

She laughed. "That's not possible." She looked at him softly.

Alonso glared at her. "Lady, it is perfectly possible. Is all fears mixed together. Fear of Heights, the darkness, swimming, bees, spiders, Scorpions, dying, choking, burning, fighting, monsters, random noises at the night, loud noises, thunders, earthquakes. Are all fears in one. My whole life has been this intense nightmare, so please, don't say it isn't possible. You offend me." He crouched down, rocking back and forth. Now he was afraid she'd snap at him.

She put her hands up. "I'm sorry... Are you afraid o the light? Rainbows? Girls? Puppies?"

Alonso gave her a very bored look. "A few girls, nasty puppies, blinding light." He nodded. "I don't fear everything, almost everything." He shrugged, averting her eyes.

She smiled and patted his head. "We'll I'm her for you..."

"Thanks." He mumbled, still not looking into her eyes. He kept hugging his knees silently.

"Lighten up cutie.." She smiled and got up.

Alonso looked up at her with a sad smile. "It's hard. I have no friends at all, you see. All of the kids make fun of the wimpy one." He sighed.

"I can protect you!" She flexed her arms and giggled.

Alonso looked at her and giggled as well. "Ah, that's nice....Thank you..." He smiled kindly.

She smiled. "I'll do anything for my friends."