Author Note: Yet another boredom strike!

~CWA

Title: Outlet

Summary: Sepi Lavender always hated her life. What was so great about it? Her family sucked. She had no friends…at least she had one thing that kept her occupied. Then it goes down the drain and she moves to a new town called Sweet Amoris. At least people there are friendlier….one being a bit too friendly…but happens when romance blossoms and her secrets are exposed? Will it pull through?
Genre: Friendship/Drama

Rating: T to a low M

Disclaimer:I do not own nor claim My Candy Love/Amour Sucre. I ownSepi and my OC's.

Notes: Sepi means quiet/deserted/lonely/desolate/sleepy/dead according to Google Translate anyway.

Prologue:

Sepi:

I growled slightly in irritation. I stood naked in front of the mirror in the run down bathroom of my house. The full length mirror revealed my whole body. I was thin as a twig, but at least I had a chest, that was the only positive thing about my body. I didn't have any hair besides the tuff on my head and eyebrows, but I don't know if that's a gift or a curse. I observed all the negatives about my body. My ribs were visible, starting under my breasts and ending above the hip. My hip bones poked out, as did my shoulder blades and collar bones. The most horrible mistakes of my life, though, were also visible.

I ran the brush through my dark purple hair again, more vigorously since I was upset about seeing my body.

Damn it, I thought. It hurt to brush the hair. It was short, but it was puffy. It's why after every shower I have to straighten it, but I can't straighten it until I brush it.

After ten minutes of brushing, it was tamed. It took me another ten minutes to straighten it.

"Hurry up," a voice yelled.

I hissed as the voice startled me and caused me to burn myself on the straightener. I took a few calming breaths to calm down. Then, I started to get dressed. When I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had black jeans, black sneakers, and a blue shirt. I grabbed the black hoodie to cover my arms. I kicked my dirty PJ's under the sink (a long sleeved, off shoulder red shirt that is fairly long enough to barely cover my ass) I quickly brushed my dark purple hair one last time then left to go downstairs.

Yeah, my hair is dark purple and my eyes are a blue green, deal with it.

"Good you're here," my father stated.

I tensed and straightened up, pulling my hood over my head.

"We're moving."

I nearly fainted. My dad rolled his eyes.

"We're moving, dumbass."

I sucked in a breath and he continued.

"To some place called Sweet Amoris. Need to help pay off debt."
By now, most teens would be kicking and screaming, not wanting to leave. Trust is, I'm happy we're moving. I couldn't stand living her anymore. I went to the front yard to grab some boxes and started to pack.

When our van pulled in to the house, I sighed in relief. Any longer in the back seat with a little crying kid and my brother, Tom, would have driven me off the edge. Though, my half-brother and I are on neutral terms. He doesn't know everything that I've done though and he won't be living with us. Sure, he's coming, but he's gonna live in a separate apartment and he's taking my little sister with him. He said that he wished he could take me, but he couldn't, Mom and Dad wouldn't let him. I doubt it was for a good reason though.

We all got out of the van, luckily everything had already been moved in. I pulled my hood back up over my head and sulked all the way to the second story of the house to my room. The boxes were still there and I had a lot of work to do.

I groaned and got out the paint.
"Need help?"

I turned and saw Tom. He smiled.

"I'll help."
I smiled faintly, and then put my impassive face back on.

A few hours later, we were done. I looked at my room. The walls were a light gray; the wood on the floor was dark oak wood. I had my bed across the east wall near the window (that had black curtains). The bed was a simple mattress that had black sheets, a dark gray blanket and dark gray pillow cases. On one wall I had my poetry and photography taped and the other wall had my book case. The book case was black and was filled with my sketch books, video games, books, and journals. I had the TV in here too. Hooked up to the TV was my video game system. The closet was walk-in and that made me mildly happy, it was filled with my black jeans, dark shirts, and hoodies.

I was proud of my room, especially since it was the attic and it was huge. It even had enough room for my painting canvas, eseal ,and a shelved for my art. I am damn happy right now, even if it didn't show.

My older brother smiled, his brown eyes twinkling.

"Good job," he patted my back and I winced. He looked at me mildly concerned then shrugged.

"Ready to see my apartment?"

I shrugged and he dragged me, along with my little sister, out of the house.

I looked around my brother's apartment in jealousy. He's only a year older, but he gets his own place, and he's sharing it with my little sister! There was a simple living room, kitchen, bathroom, and three bedrooms. One bedroom was my brother's and even though it was clean I doubt it would stay that way for long. One bedroom had pink walls, and pink floors, that must be Lilly's. The last bedroom was all gray and had a painting set in it. I looked at him questioningly. He smiled.

"They said you couldn't stay here, not spend the night or visit."

I smiled faintly; I love my big brother sometimes. He always sees the loop holes; it's why he wants to be a lawyer.

"I'm sorry I couldn't have you stay with me instead of them," my brother said, his tone turning somber. I shook my head and he sighed.

"It's okay, I know," he said, "but still…I felt I could've done something. Anyway, I cleared it and it's cool for you to stay here during the weekends, that's something at least."

I felt like I could hug him. There was still today and tomorrow left of the weekend before school.

"I know they wouldn't do it, so here."
He handed me some money as he continued,

"For the mall. Hell, I'll drop you off. Just get some more stuff you like, okay? I know it's been a few years since you bought some clothes."

I looked at him, what's wrong with my clothes? He laughed at my expression.

"I figured they were getting small."

I felt my cheeks heat up. He's right, my clothes were getting smaller. I needed new clothes…I nodded. Tom smiled.

Tom had dropped me off at the Mall. I walked through the small crowd with my hood up and hoodie zipped. I was wearing the baggy jeans, and when I briefly saw my reflection in a window I realized that I looked almost like a guy since the shadow of my hood hid my face and only a strand or two of my dark purple hair showed…I was pushed back as some guy wedged past me and shoved me. He turned around.

"Sorry!"

He had bright blue hair…cool…