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Today was, is…whatever Wednesday. You may recall the beginning of this whole thing where I said it was the worst day of my life? Yeah, well, I lied. This innocent Wednesday was the worst day of my life. EVER. It all started with a dream; yes actually one of those dreams. Let me take you through it. I must warn for some of you, this may be more graphic then you’re used to.
This is how my dream went, starting from a few minutes before I woke up.
[graphic scence taken out to fit by Gaia's lawwwz :[ ]
“********!” I lifted up my sheet. “CRAP!”
This had to be the most embarrassing thing I had ever done in my entire life. I moved out of my bed and ran into the bathroom to have an extremely cold shower.
Once I was finished I ran back to my room and stared at my sheets.
“What am I going to doooo?” I hurried and got dressed then grabbed my sheets and pajama pants and some other ‘dirty’ clothes and ran into the laundry room. I quickly turned it on and hurried back to my room.
“Oh crap…what happens if I see Greg! Oh god…oh no…” I put my head in my hands and looked at the clock. “s**t! I have to get to Sarah’s!” I grabbed my bag, ran out of my room, and down the stairs then out of the house.
I will tell you one thing. If you’re late to Sarah’s house in the morning no matter what, you die. Fortunately I think she might understand my reasoning for it today. Too bad I wasn’t going to tell her! No I can’t tell anyone, other than my journal!
Upon arrival Sarah’s house, I ran inside and found her sitting at her table. “S-sorry…I overslept.”
Something like that.
She glanced up at me. “I can tell from the fact that you clearly had to run all the way here. Take a breath, doofus, before you die from a lack of oxygen.”
I sighed and tried to breathe. “Right, of course…” I stood up straight and went over to her table, grabbing a slice of toast off the marble counter.
She sighed and shook her head. “You’re such a puff head.”
I blinked and stared at her. “You mean airhead?”
“No! If I meant airhead, don’t you think I would have said that? I meant Puff Head.”
“Fine then…what exactly is a puff head?” Unfortunately I didn’t really hear what she said as my mind began to wander back to my dream, which caused me to blush and jump up.
“WE NEED TO GO!” I turned and headed for the door, not pausing to wait for her as I exited and started down the street. Soon I heard her light footsteps behind me as she caught up.
“What is your problem today, V?”
I sighed and looked at the ground. “I don’t know…I am just a little jumpy is all.”
We continued to walk down the street and as we got closer to the school, I became more nervous. I was going to have to see Greg in gym class for swimming. Oh god…Greg in a tight swim suit. I blushed violently and moved faster.
“I have to use the bathroom I will see you in class!” I ran the rest of the way to school and hid in the bathroom trying to compose myself before having to go to class.
“I will just have to avoid him that’s all. I will have to avoid him for the rest of the day.” I nodded with resolve and exited the bathroom.
Avoid him I did. I might say I did an amazing job of it, too. I even ate in the bathroom like a freshman dork, but whatever I didn’t have to see his face and remind myself of that dream, so goal achieved! However while I was hiding in the bathroom at lunch, I met up with none other than Ronald.
“Hey Ronald. Can I call you Ron?” It was a random question and he looked at me from where he was standing to where I was sitting, which was on a toilet eating a sandwich.
“Um sure…I guess.”
I smiled. “So what are you doing in this bathroom at this time?”
He shrugged. “Um, using the bathroom?”
I nodded. I suppose that is a more logical reason than why I was in the bathroom.
“Hey…um, Preston. I am going to visit my brother in the hospital tonight…do you want to come with me?”
I looked up at him, surprised at his request. “Of course, I would love to go! What hospital? I’ll meet you there!”
He took a few minutes to process that I had said yes, and then he smiled. “Great, it is St. Phil’s Hospital on Main Street.”
I nodded and stood up. “Well, lunch wave is almost over so I am going to go to class. I’ll see you at the hospital then…around five or when are you going?”
“I’ll be there around five, yeah.” I nodded and he nodded, thus settling our plans. So there you have it I made plans to go see Ron’s older brother, and I only had half of a school day left to avoid Greg. Brilliant! Or not.
You see, no matter how hard I avoided Greg, he still managed to find me as I was leaving school.
“Pres! Hey Pres… I haven’t seen you all day!” I shivered and avoided eye contact with the object of my dreams.
“I-I know, I have been a little busy…” I felt a hand on my shoulder as he spun me around. I looked up at him, but all I could see was the Greg from my dream. I gulped and glanced back at the ground.
“Come on Pres, I gotta tell you this story!” He laughed and started walking with me.
I wasn’t really paying attention to him. All I could do was look at his hands, the hands that had been gripping my hips so tightly in my dream. I shook my head in an attempt to clear my head of those thoughts. I really needed something to distract me, and thankfully that happened, for I saw off in the distance someone running towards me being chased by four angry policemen. It was not until he was practically on me that I realized he was one of the men that had been hanging around my house the other day.
“You! You gotta help me! Call Tabby!” I gasped, my eyes widening as he gripped my collar and shook me. I knew he was talking about Tabitha but I couldn’t believe he had just approached me in front of Greg. I glanced over at Greg fearfully.
“G-get off of me, you creep!” I tried to push him away, but he continued to scream.
“Call Tabby! Now!” The police came up and three of them pulled out handcuffs. I stared in shock as I saw the three sets ofhandcuffs. I yelped as I was slammed to the ground and cuffed along with the thug and poor Greg.
“Hey! Mister cop, we have nothing to do with this guy! He just came out of nowhere!” Greg was shouting and struggling. I just stared at the ground in horror and fear. The cops shouted at us that we had the right to remain silent as they hauled us up from the ground. I yelped loudly as my cop’s fingers dug into my arm painfully.
“P-please let us go! We haven’t done anything!” I looked around as we were dragged down the road to the waiting police cars.
This could not be happening to me. I mean this crazy mob guy comes up out of nowhere and tells me to call Tabitha, and now he got me arrested. I was sitting in the back of a police car with Greg, who was yelling insanely by the way. I stared at the ceiling. What was the guy even thinking? I mean, come on, running up to me with a non-mob member like that. Did he actually think that I would call Tabitha at the moment? Hell no, I was going to act like I had never seen him before in my life, because strangely enough, I value it.
Eventually we reached the precinct and were forced out of the car. I winced as I was brutally manhandled again. I guess they don’t take kindly to mob “members”. I went through the motions of being in arrested for this sort of thing: DNA sample, fingerprints, photos, and everything else before the three of us were stuffed in to a holding cell. I winced as the handcuffs were removed, and moved into the corner of the cell. Greg looked at me before sitting next to me and glaring at the nameless failure of a mob member.
“You sick ******** head! You just randomly select us out of all the people on the streets to drag down with you.”
The mob member growled. “Well if he had just called Tabby like he was supposed to, we wouldn’t be here!”
“Would you please stop?! I don’t know who you are, or what you’re talking about!” I curled into a ball. “I just want to go home.” Greg patted my shoulder and glared at the mob member.
And so we waited, for hours and hours, until it was well past six o’clock. I sighed, but looked up as soon as someone walked in. It was a cop. He came over and opened the gate.
“Kids, get out. You, stay.” He pointed at the mob member. “We want to apologize for mixing you up. However with the mob, you can’t take any chances.” I nodded briefly and followed Greg out of the holding cell.
As we walked, I began to talk to him for the first time since we got there. “I’m sorry, Greg. If you hadn’t been with me when he ran up to me, then you never would have gotten stuck in this.”
He shook his head. “It’s okay, Pres, I’m glad I was with you.”
We walked out, and Greg walked over to some adults in the corner. I assume they were his parents. I glanced around and saw that no one was there for me. Of course no one was there for me, why would someone come for me? I looked over at Greg and the clock and gasped loudly.
“s**t! It’s 6:30!”I turned and ran out of the station without looking back at Greg. I missed the time I was supposed to meet Ron’s brother. I didn’t even know if the hospital was still open for visiting hours. I ran down the street and took a left until I was on Main Street.
I quickly hurried into the hospital and up to the front desk.
“Um hey I…crap, I don’t know his name…um… he is Ronald’s brother. Ronald Webbs’s brother.” The nurse looked at me and then clicked on her computer.
“Jay Webbs.” She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down a room number. “Third floor, it’s the hall on the left. Just knock on the door before going in. I need you to sign this, though.” I blinked and wrote my name down on the paper before running off. It took me three minutes to find an elevator, four minutes to get to the right hallway, and another minute and a half to find the room. Really, who designed this hospital? It was like a maze, I swear.
Once at the room I knocked then poked my head in, and thankfully saw Ron still sitting there looking a little sad.
“Uh…um, Ron? Hi…uh I am sorry I’m late.” I walked in and glanced over at Ron’s brother. He was lying still on the bed, hooked up to machines that had to be keeping him alive in his comatose state. His eyes were closed peacefully, and his light brown hair was swept across the pillow, it reached his shoulders so I assumed he must have been here for a while.
“Preston! No, it’s okay.”
“I…something happened…Greg and I got caught up in a mob arresting…somehow…I have been stuck in a cell the last few hours.” I sat down in the chair beside Ron. “How is he?”
“Well, he is okay I can keep him on the breathing thing for another few months, but soon I am going to run out of money…”
“Well, maybe I can help.” I probably could, it’s not like the mob is poor or something. It’d be a better use of their money than anything they would use it on.
“That would be great, Preston.” I smiled as we continued to sit there. So that was how I spent the rest of my day; sitting and chatting with Ron and watching his brother.
Eventually, though, I had to go. I stood up and Ron joined me. He mumbled he had to go to the bathroom and disappeared. I blinked, wondering if you’re supposed to leave a guest with your comatose brother. It seemed like an odd thing to do, but whatever. I took a step closer and put my hands on the edge of the bed leaning over to look at this person Ron seemed to talk a lot about.
All in all, he seemed fairly normal. He was rather good looking. He looked tall, though. He had a few freckles. I guess he played in the sun.
However, I was not expecting his eyes to open, and I was not expecting him to grab my hand like that. I yelped as suddenly his eyes opened and he gasped for air around the tubes, his hand gripping my arm. I froze as I heard the heart machine race.
Then I did the only thing I could think of and hit the call nurse button. Looking down, my eyes connected with his, and I froze again unable to look away as I stared into the chocolate pools that were Jay Webbs’s eyes. Immediately I felt a feeling come over me, one I happened to be familiar with.
So that’s what happened and that’s all for today. Bye!
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A/N: Ritnou says sorry. Ritnou can’t really apologize enough, she did not mean to take so long, but she has been very distracted! Her classes are ending soon though so she may be able to write more! Plus she will be going to England for two weeks to visit family and we all know how boring that is so she should be able to make chapters quickly!!!
 Ritnou · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 10:12pm · 0 Comments |
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It is Tuesday now. I didn’t want to talk about Monday because I don’t have to, and absolutely nothing of interest happened! I have now written a week of my life down here. Did you notice this is like a journal kind of…a diary in girl terms…ooooooo you’re reading my diarrryyyy!!! Then again it might be like a story…
Anyway, Monday passed by with bleak boringness which led to an equally bleak boring afternoon alone. Bleakly. So I continue on with my tale starting on TUESDAY! Yay! Okay, now the first thing that happened on Tuesday… get ready for it, I woke up. Yes indeed, I climbed right on out of my bed and trudged tiredly towards the cleansing unit, also known as the shower. Upon completion of my private shower time, I retreated back to my room to partake in the menial task of getting dressed. I decided to wear my new pants with one of my older shirts that I hardly ever wore. In fact, it still had the price tag on it that I had to remove. When I had finished that great endeavor, I moved on to satisfying my need for sustenance with a nice juicy apple.
Now that I was clean, clothed, and fed, I moved on to the next delightful part of my day, going to Sarah’s house! Yeah, I bet by now you can tell that I had a sneaky suspicion that today was going to be a boring day filled with meaningless paragraphs about menial tasks that have no relevance to the actual story, BUT YOU’RE WRONG! Oh today was interesting… I’ll tell you! It all started as I was standing at my locker, pleasantly invisible. Well I didn’t really think I was invisible, but Sarah and my other friends didn’t appear to notice I was within earshot of their conversation.
“What do you think of Greg and V?” That would be Sarah, my so called best friend talking about me and Greg when she thought I couldn’t hear her. Oh, but I could.
“Greg totally has feelings for Preston, but he is hiding them ‘cause he is stupid and scared.” Not that I didn’t love to hear those first few words, but that was Stacy for you, she was very blunt.
“You can tell that Greg has feelings for Preston because of the way he watches Preston so intently when he talks and the way he laughs at all of his jokes. Greg doesn’t love Victoria anymore and he doesn’t want to be around her, but he stays attached to her in order to protect himself from what he doesn’t know and the thinks he is afraid of.”
I stood stock still. That was the most I had ever heard Molly say in my entire life. And not only that, but what she said was shell shocking. Could Greg really like me that much? Could he really want to leave Victoria? What if he didn’t…love me? What if he liked someone else and I was only his so called best friend? Then I would be extremely disappointed.
I quietly closed my locker door and walked down the hall, not really noticing anything in particular. I definitely didn’t notice that I was about to walk into the biggest football player in the school. Trust me when I tell you that the last person to walk into this guy ended up in the hospital. Thankfully some kind person grabbed my sleeve and pulled me out of the brute’s path. I blinked as I ended up leaning against the person’s chest being held up mostly by the hand that was now wrapped around my arm.
“Watch it, Pres! I don’t want to have to drive you to the hospital again.” I gulped and looked up to see Greg’s face mere inches from my own.
“GREG!” I attempted to pull away and stand up, but of course, with my amazing coordination, I only ended up throwing my books across the hall and sliding down so Greg really was supporting me by my arm.
“Whoa, Pres, watch it! You really want to fall, don’t you?” He pulled me up so I am safely on two feet then he dropped down to pick up the books I had thrown across the hallway. I blinked as he stood up holding my books out to me.
“Come on, Pres; you can walk to gym with me.” He flashed that amazing smile and I felt my face warm up. I nodded briefly, grabbing my books before I started to follow him down the hallway towards the gym.
What if Molly was right? What if he really did like me? I mean how else would one of the best soccer players in the entire school want to walk with me to gym? It’s not like I’m cool, in fact I am probably one of the most invisible people around. Well, maybe not… I do tend to get picked on a lot.
Anyway, back to the event at hand: me walking with Greg to the gym.
“They have opened the indoor pool. We get to start the swimming session today.” I blinked sadly as I am suddenly made aware of the fact that I would have to swim in front of people…in front of Greg. In front of people who saw that picture of me…In front of GREG! I sighed as we reached the door and he pushed it open, letting me walk in first. I made a beeline for the changing room and to my gym locker.
Once I was at my own tiny square of lockerdom, I threw my stuff down and opened the lock as fast as I possibly could. My clothes stared at me and I smiled. My locker was the only one that didn’t smell like some kind of dying creature. That was because I placed a lovely little air freshener in it. That is odd, I know…and definitely gay, whatever. At least I smell good.
I grabbed my clothes and ran for the toilet stalls to change and hide. The locker room is my least favorite place in the school. You know why? Because I may ‘love’ Greg and think he and his body are both perfect in every single way, but there are a lot of other guys in the locker room that aren’t half bad to look at.
I changed and waited a few more minutes before going out and back to my locker to secure my position. Before you ask, I did remember to put on the regulation swimming trunks instead of my gym shorts.
That is another thing I don’t like about my school; instead of having normal swim trunks, they have those odd ones that go halfway down your thighs and are skin tight. They leave very little to imagination. Not so great.
Anyway I followed the rest of my class to the hallway that leads to our indoor swimming pool, or my personal torture chamber, which ever you wish to call it. So we finally get there and the gym teacher says that today we are just going to let ourselves get ‘reacquainted with the pool’ meaning he was too lazy to make us do drills and we had a free swim. Fun.
This ‘free swim’ was what led me to be standing on the edge of the pool at the deep end, looking down longingly at the water, just wishing I could jump in. Did I tell you I was wearing my shirt still? No? Really, well I was because I don’t like being topless in the slightest! Anyway, so I was looking at the pool when I glanced around and saw Greg standing near the deep end finishing a swim. He walked over to some of his friends and they started to joke around.
God, Greg was amazing; he looked extremely hot with the water dripping from his hair down his body and over his perfectly sculpted muscles. I was turning red and I knew it, but thankfully I was unpleasantly distracted from my daydreams of Greg and me in the pool…alone…without the swim trunks.
“Hey, Fieldings! Don’t fall in!” I glared over at the stupid jock that seemed to think he was being funny. Well of course he thought he was being funny, anything with only one brain cell would think humiliating me in front of the entire gym class (and Greg) was funny.
“Shut up…I was only falling because someone ran past me and I slipped.” The jocks laughed at me again.
“Righhhht, you keep telling yourself that. I bet it helps you sleep at night.”
“Hey, leave him alone!” I glanced over and saw Greg starting to walk towards us, and I smiled at him, my own knight in shining armor. Well, no, I guess not; my knight in glistening perfect muscles? I think that works better in this situation; or maybe my knight in swim trunks. Either way, he was coming over to defend me.
“Make us!” I blinked as I felt two hands push against my chest, sending me straight for the water. I managed to hear Greg scream my name before I was engulfed in the water.
The annoying thing about being pushed in the water is that you never really expect it. So your mouth is always open in shock and it always gets filled with water. And when you finally manage to make it to the surface again you’re sputtering water and splashing around like a 3 year old who lost his wingy. This is exactly what happened to me and when I came up from under the surface, I was greeted by shouting.
My face burned red as I swam over to the edge of the pool. I looked up and saw Greg standing over the boy who pushed me and unless I am mistaken, he looked exactly like someone who had just punched said boy lying on the ground. The jerk on the ground’s nose was bleeding. When Greg heard me splashing in the water he glanced over before dashing to the side of the pool and bending over to help me out.
“You okay, Pres?” I blinked and looked at him as I coughed and looked exceedingly miserable with water dripping from every inch of my body.
“I’m okay…did you really just punch him?” I looked around him to the now sitting boy who was glaring venomously at the both of us.
Greg turned and looked at him too. “Uh…yeah I guess I did…I was just pissed at him I probably should have jumped in the pool and gotten you out first…”I blinked and then stared at him.
“Um, it’s okay I am just fine with you punching him in the face instead.” He smiled and I blushed again.
“Yeah okay, come on; we can go back into the locker room and you can dry off before the gym teacher shows up and finds out what happened.” I nodded and followed him out of the pool area, glancing back to see the wounded boy’s two friends helping him off the floor, much to his displeasure and I couldn’t help but smile. I mean it’s not every day that the guy you have a crush on punches a kid who pushes you into a pool.
I realized soon after that we were going to be in the locker room alone. That was a particularly scary thought for me because…I really don’t know but I was just scared. Once we got into the locker room, Greg wandered off and found a towel. He came over and threw it on my head.
“There you go, Pres.” I peeked out from under the fuzzy towel, saw his ever-smiling face, and pushed the towel down so it was covering my face again.
“Thank you, Greg…you’re … a really good friend.” I still had the towel covering my face but I felt him get closer and slowly lift the corner up so he could see my red face. When I glanced up at him he had on a different smile; a gentle one that was hiding all his secrets just beyond my grasp.
“You don’t have to thank me, Pres… I really like you.” I blushed even more and I could feel my ears starting to burn. So I grabbed the towel letting it drop into my face again and began to dry my hair vigorously.
We stayed in the locker room until the end of gym and when it was finally over, we ended up walking with each other to lunch again.
I looked at Greg and began to speak. “Are you buying lunch? Maybe we can wait in line to-”
“GREG! Baby, I missed you. We haven’t gotten to hang out in so long!” I looked up at the she-devil herself, Victoria.
“Come over and sit with me today, baby!”
Greg looked at her awkwardly and then back at me. “Actually Vickie, I was going to go get lunch with Pres and sit with him…”
He calls her ‘Vickie’ that sounds like Icky…which she is…HA!
“Aw but, baby, you sat with him on Friday and you were helping Mrs. Mayler during lunch yesterday…”
“I know…I’ll sit with you tomorrow…I promise.” She pouted and nodded.
What a b***h. He is free to make his own choices, b***h!
“Fine, then give me a kiss!”
Greg looked at me awkwardly before leaning forward and kissing her quickly. “Bye, Vickie. I’ll call you or something…” She smiled and walked away swishing her hips in a thoroughly slutty fashion.
“Come on, Pres, we can go get lunch now.” He smiled at me before walking towards the line.
I had to run to catch up to him. “You know…if you don’t want to sit with me, you don’t have to.”
He looked down at me because yes, I am shorter than him. “Of course I wanna sit with you, Pres! Besides all she ever wants to talk about is girl gossip…not exactly my idea of intellectual conversation.” I smiled and chuckled a little in response.
We finally reach the food counter and I get a salad, while Greg gets a chicken patty sandwich. I don’t understand how people can eat those. They are like giant gross chicken nuggets, yet you see more people buying the stupid chicken patty sandwiches than you do the actual lunch of the day. Whatever, I will not question the average teenage mind, and I suppose I won’t hold it against Greg.
Once we were both satisfied with our lunch choices, we walked over to my table, where I sat in my usual seat; Greg sat down next to me. I noticed the table was quiet and they were all staring at us, Brian even had a fry hanging out of his mouth.
“Greg has decided to sit with us again.” They all nodded and slowly went back to whatever they were talking about before Greg and I arrived.
“Sorry about them, I guess they thought you sitting here on Friday was a fluke of nature.”
He laughed and shook his head. “No, I would definitely rather sit here than over there, but you know how it is, ‘you’re on a team, you sit with the team.’” I smiled in response.
I suppose it is kind of like what I read in books, seeing as I have never been on a sports team my entire life.
“Yeah, I suppose so.” I glanced over at Sarah, still feeling a little alienated since she was talking about me and Greg behind my back.
“V, I haven’t seen you since this morning. How was gym?” I groaned. Of course she wanted to know all about the class I have with Greg.
“Oh, you know, started swimming… got mocked by some jock who then pushed me in the pool but who got punched in the face by Greg for doing it; the usual.”
She blinked at me. “Greg punched someone in the face for you!” She looked over at Greg and grinned. “Well, Mr. Gregory, you have officially made it onto my list of people who have at least half a brain!”
I glared at her. “Sarah, please… he has a whole brain.”
She smiled at me. “Oh no, most definitely not. He still plays a sport. That means he automatically loses half of his brain.”
“Yes, but he is in drama which brings back at least another quarter of his brain.”
She glared at me. “Fine, he has 75 percent of a brain.” I grinned at my success.
“Uh…do I want to know how I have been judged into my brain size?”
I smiled and glanced at him. “Forget it, The Brain Game is an inside joke between me and Sarah. We are constantly trying to figure out who has a whole brain or not, I have 95 percent of a brain.”
He blinked, looking a little confused. “And she has?”
I grinned and looked over at Sarah as she pouted and sank lower in her seat. “She has 76 percent of her brain. You know why? Because she has committed herself to becoming the most unoriginal thing in the country, a police officer.” He looked at the both of us, then the rest of the table who just shook their heads in response to his silent question.
“No matter how hard we try we have yet to discover the rules of this ‘game’”
Greg nodded. “Well then I won’t even begin to try and fathom how to play it.” Everyone nodded and we continued on with our eating.
So that was lunch, and such a fascinating lunch it was. The rest of the day dragged on and seemed completely boring. I mean, I finished my classes, I went home, I did my homework, and I thought about Greg. Yeah so…oh god, my life has become so consumed with Greg that nothing else interests me anymore! Oh NO! Whatever shall I do? Well I will definitely think about Greg some more… that is for sure. Anyway, so I am going to leave you there because I have told you all that is interesting that happened to me on this day of Tuesday.
A/N: Ritnou would like to sincerly apologize for the tardiness of this chapter. Blame it upon her two research papers and huge four hour test she has had. (or you could blame it on the three season of Smallville she has been watching) Ritnou wishes there is someway she couldmake it up to everyone.
Ritnou would also like to say that she has a book. In this book are all her notes on the story and ideas about people in the story and note character drawings and sections from the story that may not have made it into the story. Ritnou's book only starts from this chapter though but will be upheld to the end.
The point of Ritnou telling you this is Ritnou is going to make exactly 2 copies of her book (because she wants to keep the original) once the story is done. These copies will exact replicas and look very cool. Anyways Ritnou is going to hold a contest for each of these exact replicas for anyone who is intrested. At the current moment in time she has not decided upon the details or if she should (depends on readers intrest levels)
Anyways so tell Ritnou your thoughts on her plans :]
Here’s a link to a picture of Vontell if anyone is interested: Put periods where the underscores are and take out the spaces.
Ritnou_deviantart_com/art/Vontell–Preston–Fieldings–121798083
Ritnou · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 10:11pm · 0 Comments |
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Did I mention Doomsday actually lasted two days? Somehow I don’t think I did mention that. I wonder why I didn’t…probably because I didn’t think that Sunday could be any worse than Saturday. I was extremely wrong.
You know what is a strange thing to do? To wake up at almost the exact same time as the person you are sharing a bed with. Okay, maybe people who are a couple are used to it. However, Greg and I aren’t a couple (unfortunately), so upon waking up and freezing in place when I realized where I was, and having him wake up a split second after me… I was a little freaked.
This is how it happened: I was having a brilliant dream about none other than Greg himself when I started to wake up, much to my displeasure. However when I woke up I was greeted with an extremely strange sight. Right in front of my face was Greg’s chest. Somehow in the middle of the night, I had shimmied over so that I was pressed against his chest. Now if you were in this position, the first thing you might have done is to move backwards so that he wouldn’t realize that you were practically lying on top of him. However when I tried to do this, it was only to realize that one of his arms was draped lazily across my hips and his other was under my head.
This caused me to instinctively freeze in place. I was in an intimate position on my bed with Greg. Never had a situation been so horrible and yet thrilling at the same time! I don’t think there’s anything that could worse than that situation, yet nothing could be better at the same time.
I lied, it could be worse… because he started to wake up. I tried to push back, but all I managed to do was to roll onto my back, trap his arms and drag him on top of me.
To say that I was freaking out at this point is an understatement.
Greg blinked, pushing up on one of his hands, and looking down at me trapped underneath him. This moment had just become the most awkward moment of my entire life. I could feel the heating rising in my face as it turned as red as a tomato.
“Um…uh…Hi…” I couldn’t look at him.
What had I just said? I said hi… while he was lying on top of me. How awkward am I?
“…Hi…um I think…I am going to get…off now.”
I nodded in agreement. “Might be a good idea.”
He nodded as well and pulled his arm out from under me, moving away so that he was sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Sorry,” we both murmured to each other at the same time. I glanced over at him and sat up, fiddling with the hem of my ‘sexy’ shirt.
“Um yeah…um, I’ll go get us something to eat.” I hurriedly jumped out of the bed, and ran off to the kitchen to try and find some food for us to eat; preferably some breakfast food. I hurried through the kitchen, not wanting to have to deal running into sleep deprived mob members. That probably wouldn’t be fun…at all. I get some fruit, a few drinks, and I toast some waffles quickly before heading back to my room to see Greg now in his chair holding another movie.
“One more before I have to go?” He asked and I nodded, putting the food on the bed before taking the DVD from him and putting it in the DVD player.
The entire time the DVD was playing we sat awkwardly and nibbled on the food placed in between us. I was not really concentrating on the movie; I was thinking about how I would have wanted this morning to go.
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I wake up and find Greg holding me close to his chest; my head is tucked under his chin perfectly. Once he wakes up, he gives me a brilliant smile before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on my lips. I smile into the amazing kiss and move my arms around his neck, one of my hands grabbing some of his hair and pulling him closer to me.
He moves one of his hands down so it rests on my hips. I moan quietly into the kiss and shift so that he is kneeling in between my legs. I can feel him grinning into the kiss.
“Pres…Pres…I think I should go now…” I blink. What on earth was he saying?
“Pres…”
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I blinked, shook my head, and looked over at Greg and the TV, only to see that the credits were rolling.
“Oh right…Um yeah, sure, I will walk with you to the door.” He nodded and smiled awkwardly before getting all of his stuff together. Once he was all set, we headed down to the door.
My house, as I might have mentioned before, is home to the wife of a big mob member and we frequently have mob members roaming through the house. So this could be a problem when you are attempting to lead your friend who knows nothing about the situation to the door.
This can be especially problematic if one of said mob members walks into the hallway cleaning out his gun and starts speaking.
“I really hate having to clean this all the time, I mean it is such a has-…”
“Yes! It is a hassle since you never get to use it for anything. Goodbye, Uncle Frank.” I turned and pushed the gaping Greg to the door.
See what I mean… my life is difficult because of the stupid mob people walking around the house when I have innocent hot guys over. How annoying is that?
I finally got him out of the door without him asking too many questions. Thank god.
“Um…Pres, your uncle has a gun.” I nodded briefly.
Thank you, Captain Obvious.
“Um yeah, he used to do police work. Um, so he keeps one on him just in case. He’s paranoid, you know?”
Oh god. HA! He used to be a cop. Wow, what an odd excuse for the real reason why he has a gun.
“Right….well then…uh, I guess I gotta go…okay bye.” I nodded and waved as he walked away.
“Uh…I’ll see you in school then?” He turned and nodded.
“Yeah bye, Pres. I had a really good time. We should do this again…I’ll call you or something.” He reached his car and climbed in. He waved from the front seat before pulling away.
I watched him leave and stayed watching long after his car was gone. Then I ran back in the house, grabbed some shoes, and ran back outside without even bothering to get out of my pajamas.
We all know where I was running to, right? Yes, I was running to no place other than Sarah’s house. Upon reaching her house I slammed my fist against the door.
“SARAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed it as loud as I could, not caring who was asleep. I was completely freaked out and I could barely breathe. I heard some crashing around inside before the door was ripped open.
“This is the second morning you have run over here and yelled at the top of your lungs for me!! What do you want this time!!!!?!?!”
“SARAAHH, I slept with Greg!!!”
Her face was priceless.
“We slept in the same bed!!! Oh my god!! He was right next to me, and I couldn’t breathe I was so nervous. And at some point, I rolled into him and he put his arms over me and then I tried to roll away but I ended up trapping his arm, and he rolled on top of me and I was this close to kissing him and I can’t breathe I am hyperventilating!!!!!!” She stared at me as I waved my arms wildly with my story, and then watched how I had to clutch my chest and gasp for breath once I was done.
“……… OH my GOD!!! That is so awesome! He must secretly like you! Why else would he try to cuddle with you in the night?” I blinked at her like she was insane.
“Because he thought I was Victoria…or a giant teddy bear…” She gave me that look that only girls have the ability to give, that ‘what? Are you stupid or something?’ … yeah that look.
“V, please…he likes you. Now come in my house and get changed into something from your secret stash of your clothes. Then we are going to go out and get some coffee so I can process this like a normal human being.” I nodded slowly, and followed her into her house and up to her room.
I do have a small amount of my clothes in her closet because I often run over to her house when I am annoyed with Tabitha. I usually end up staying the night and have no clothes; so I keep at least four days worth of clothes in her closet just to be prepared in case something like this happens.
Once we both were fully dressed, we started to walk to the shopping district to our favorite coffee shop called, ‘Java Lava Love’…yeah it is a lame name, but it has the best coffee imaginable. We soon got to our destination and I ordered my normal drink, which is kind of like…an Oreo milkshake, sundae drink type thing with coffee in it…I have no idea how to explain it. Sarah just got her mocachino thingy ma bobber.
Once we had received our life-giving drinks we went and found a table to sit at. Upon sitting, she looked at me.
“Okay so let me get this straight, you both ended up sleeping in your bed…and when you guys woke up you were in an intimate position?” I nodded and sucked up my drink through the straw.
“Yeah, that’s what happened, and then I daydreamed about him kissing me…but that is nothing new.” I sighed and slammed my head down on to the table, letting out a groan. “What am I gonna do? He is so in ‘love’ with Victoria. I can never have him, and he is completely straight!”
I turned my head so I could see Sarah, only to discover that she has that other look on her face; that one that says ‘I know EXACTLY what to do’ Yeah…that look.
“Oh no, Sarah…I don’t like that look.” She just grinned more and leaned forward.
“Oh, but I have a plan. Okay, listen to this. We are going to follow them on a date and prove to Greg what a b***h Victoria is. Then, once he has seen the light, he will break up with her. Once he is single, you sweep in as the best friend who is there for him after a tragic breakup. Since he is already confused about his feelings for you, he will start to think he likes you even more. Then when he is just a little bit away from realizing that he likes you, you say you have a boyfriend! Now, we would have to find a fake boyfriend for you, but that’s for later! He would see you with the fake and get incredibly jealous. Then he would admit that he is in love with you and say that you have to leave the other guy because the fake doesn’t love you as much as he does!!!!” I stared at her slack jawed.
“I am sorry, Sarah, but my life isn’t some love story…it can’t just be planned out. Besides those stories never work, do they? The guy with the fake boyfriend always realizes that they love their friend who is the fake boyfriend more than they love the one they are pining after.” She stared at me and physically deflated, sinking lower in her chair.
“Well fine then, mister plan-ruiner. I still think we should get him to see what a horrid b***h Victoria is.”
“I concur.” She smiled and leaned forward again.
“Okay, so all we need to do is find out when their next date is, and then we go into super spy mode and follow them around until we prove to him that Victoria is a total witch!” I nodded and smiled.
Sarah is a spaz, but I love her for it.
After we finished planning out Victoria’s downfall, we stood up and threw away our cups. As we were getting ready to leave, I spotted Ronald across the room.
“Hey!” I called out to him and walked over.
“Hey, what’s up?” He smiled in acknowledgement.
“Nothing really, just trying to stay awake with coffee.” Sarah grinned and elbowed me.
“Introduce me, now!!!! Hi. I am Sarah!” I rolled my eyes.
“In case you didn’t hear… this is Sarah. Sarah, this is Ronald. We met in the bathroom a few days ago. That sounded unbelievably awkward… sorry.” They both laughed and I smiled.
At least I think they might get along. This was the first time I had actually heard Ronald laugh. Which put an idea in my head: maybe he liked Sarah. AH HA! That must be it! I grinned briefly before letting my face fall back into its natural appearance.
“So Ron, what were you planning on doing this weekend? Maybe we can all go to the movies or hang out or something? It would be fun, right?” He looked at me, and that’s when I knew I was right.
Of course I am right. I am gay. I have the ability to tell when a guy likes someone; which is why I strongly believe that Greg doesn’t like me, but Sarah thinks he does. Maybe I just think I am good with figuring this stuff out, but I really am not.
“I am not doing much. I would love to hang out with you guys…if Sarah doesn’t mind.” He looked at her, and she nodded.
“Great! What are you doing now? I’m not doing anything important ‘cept hanging out with Sarah” He nodded and stood up, grabbing his stuff.
“I dunno. I have to go to work in an hour…maybe tomorrow?” He looked at Sarah again, and not me.
“Well okay you can get in contact with one of us, right? Oh um…I’ll give you my number any way.” Sarah then rattled off her number to him and I smiled.
“Sarah, I am going to go home and have a shower. I’ll see you later, okay?” She blinked and nodded at me before I waved at Ron and hurried out of the coffee shop.
I did well.
Anyway, so that is how dooms-weekend ended…with me in the arms of Greg, only wishing that more had happened.
A/N: Ritnou has to apologize for the lateness of the chapter!!! She didn’t even finish it before Friday ended! It being 12:21 now…..yay 12:21!!!! Haha 1221…hehe…um anyways yeah so my bad! I was gonna have it done earlier today except that my boyfriend came over and we watched movies :[ oops oh well…..I HOPE YOU LIKED THE CHAPTER ANYWAYS!!!!
Ritnou · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 10:09pm · 0 Comments |
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Doomsday, the day I had personally dreaded and anticipated for an entire week, was here. I sat in my room, staring at my ceiling. I was slowly starting to sweat more and more, as I let myself get more and more worked up about the day. I was panicking intensely at this point…and it was only 8:00 am. Damn it all…I don’t wake up until 12:30! What am I doing up at such an ungodly hour of the day? I didn’t have an answer for myself.
I rolled out of my bed in misery and walked down the hall to the shower. I closed the door behind me as I turned to face the mirror. What I saw there made me freeze in my tracks.
“Ahhhhhaarrrgggg!!!!!!” I ran back to my room, threw on some clothes, and immediately ran straight to Sarah’s house. Once I got there, I desperately banged on the door.
“Sarah!!!!! Sarah!!! SARAH, COME QUICK!!!!!” I turned around and pressed my back to the door, looking around frantically. “SARRRRAAAAH!!!!!!”
Finally the door opened revealing a frazzled looking Sarah. “Freak…what are you doing here at…8:33 in the morning on a Saturday?” She was glaring at me. She was definitely mad at me, even in my time of need.
“Sarraaaah, it is horrible! Extremely 'n arswydus! 'm buchedd ydy ar!(1)” I gasped and pushed my way in her house.
“V, what is it? What is so horrible that it has you speaking Welsh?”
I turned and looked at her. “Sarah, I HAVE A ZIT!” I said as I collapsed to the floor. “I have a zit and Greg is coming over todaaaay!!!!!!”
I was too busy panicking over my horrible zit to notice that she was looking at me with a look of pure disdain. I mean, she wakes up even later than me usually; we’re talking like, between twelve and one in the afternoon.
“Oh my freaking… just style your hair to cover it! Besides you can hardly see it anyway!”
I looked up at her and made a sad face. “Sarah! I have never styled my hair before. I don’t know how!”
Once again I was being looked at like I was pathetic. I was feeling pretty pathetic right now, though, so I didn’t mind.
“Okay…I am going to go get dressed. Then we are going to go buy you another outfit; one that actually looks good. Then we will go get you an amazing haircut that also manages to cover your ‘problem’.”
I stared at her like she was an angel. How come I didn’t think of that? Could it possibly be because I am emotionally freaking out over Greg, and my normal thinking abilities have gone down the drain? I think that could probably be it.
Sarah headed upstairs to get dressed while I pulled myself up from the floor, and smoothed out my apparently unsexy clothes. After a few minutes she came walking back down the stairs with her shoulder bag.
“Come on, drama queen, we have a makeover to do!” She pushed her door open and we headed out.
I just want to tell you that I absolutely hate walking through the shopping areas on a Saturday morning. They are dreadful, and for some reason it is like all the parents got together and said: ‘Hey! Let’s all bring our little kids to the shopping district on Saturday morning to make everyone else’s lives a living hell… because our kids are like four, and SUPER annoying!!! Yay!’ I suppose I should mention that I hate tiny children; you can trip on them.
By the time we had actually picked out the outfit I was going to wear, it was already 10:24 which meant we had been clothes shopping for over an hour. I hate shopping… I really do. Anyway, the outfit I ended up getting was a pair of black guys’ skinny jeans, which I actually enjoyed wearing so I bought another pair as well, and for the shirt, I got something strange (I am not sure how I got into it, but I am never getting out of it) from a store called Hot Topic. It was an extremely cool store. It reminded me of vampires, and I like vampires.
At the hairstylist, I was even more mortified to learn that parents seemed to think that Saturday morning was a brilliant time to bring their kids to get their hair done as well. We ended up waiting for 45 minutes for me to be able to actually get my hair done. Sarah went psycho and got the lady to frost my hair. I have to say, my hair does look infinitely better now, but I mean it was just crazy!
It was now around 11:46 which meant I still had 4 hours, 14 minutes, and 19 seconds left until Greg came over my house. I decided to pass the time by making sure that anything that might peg me as being gay, and scare Greg off, was safely locked in a box under my bed.
I said goodbye to Sarah, and ran off to my house. I ran past all the stupid mob people that were congregating in my living room, and I think I briefly heard them talking about how “they got Timmy.” I didn’t even want to know if I had heard them correctly or not, I just kept going to my room.
Once I got there, I wandered over to my bookcase and started sifting through all of my books, selecting a few that if you actually looked through, you would discover had a homosexual storyline and plot to them. After that I went to my bathroom and removed some of the more ‘feminine’ toiletries. I tossed everything on my bed and looked around again, and then I stuffed it all in a box, pushing it as far under my bed in the secret compartment as I could possibly reach. I also put the box of pictures I was in with Greg – drama club photos – under the bed.
Now that I was done with that, I had nothing to do but wait until Greg showed up. This was actually the worst thing I could possibly think of. It was so antagonizing!
3 hours 36 minutes 57 seconds…
2 hours 19 minutes 23 seconds…
1 hour 58 minutes 45 seconds…
1 hour 9 minutes 12 seconds…
47 minutes 10 seconds…
16 minutes 5 seconds…
It was four o’clock and I was officially hyperventilating. I decided to stand up and go wait in the kitchen so I could get to the door before some mob person answered it thinking it was ‘Max’ with the ‘package’.
Oh god, I can see it now… they pull open the door and think it is Max. Then they find out it isn’t Max, and shoot Greg for being a spy or some s**t like that. I would be devastated if that was to ever happen to him, especially since I am in love with him. I glanced at the clock, saw that it was now 4:03, and I started to panic. What happens if he doesn’t come? What if he is standing me up? WHAT IF HE IS LAUGHING WITH VICTORIA RIGHT NOW?!?!?!!?
There was a knock on the door, and I jumped up and sprinted to the door.
“I GOT IT!!!” I reached the door and caught my breath, straightened out my clothes and hair, and then pulled the door open.
“Greee-…are you Max?” The sketchy dude nodded and pushed past me into the house. I sighed and started to close the door when I noticed another car pull into our driveway. It was definitely Greg’s car. I gasped as he climbed out of the driver’s seat; he was just so freaking hot! I couldn’t even stand it. He looked up and saw me, giving off this smile that made me want to melt into a puddle.
“Hey, Pres! What’s up?”
I stared at his sexiness at a loss of what to say for, I swear, a whole minute.
“Uh…I’m good? I mean…uh it’s good, nothing…um…How are you?”
He watched me as he walked closer and laughed brilliantly. “Nice hair! It looks amazing on you! I’m good; so pumped for this movie night!” He grinned and shifted his bag further up his shoulder.
I ended up blushing at the comment he gave, nodded briefly, and then I turned and headed to my room with him trailing me.
Once we were there, I awkwardly stood around and he moved into the room, not looking uncomfortable like me.
“Um…I got an airbed for you. I don’t normally ever have sleepovers…so…well, not with guys.” I mumbled, and blinked at what I said.
Oh god, I might as well have just told him that I’m gay. I have sleepovers with girls? What the hell! How many sleepovers do guys have with girls… oh wait… now he’ll just think I’m a pig who has girls come over all the time.
“You have sleepovers with girls? Niceeee.” He grinned and threw his bag in the corner before grabbing the chair he sat in last time he was over.
“So Pres, what movie are we going to watch first?” He grinned and I couldn’t help but smile back.
I pulled out the drawers of DVDs from under my bed and let him sift through it.
"How many do you think we can watch before we fall asleep?”
I looked at him and shrugged. I wasn’t sure. If we went to bed around one or two, and it was four now, then we could watch about five two-hour movies; even more if they were shorter than that.
“I dunno… depending on how late we stay up, approximately five two-hour movies.”
He looked at me funny. “You figure that out in your head?”
Well of course I did, who can’t do that? Then I realized that he was referring to how quickly I had figured it out.
“Well…yeah.”
He nodded and picked out some movies to watch. Slumdog Millionaire*, 21, The Dark Knight, James Bond: Quantum of Solace, and Robin Hood: Men in Tights. I smiled at the last one; it was a personal favorite of mine. I grabbed the first DVD and put it into my DVD player turning on my TV. I got up and grabbed the bag of food from the corner of my room and tossed it at him.
“Food!” He grinned, grabbed some of the chips, and started to munch on them.
I went and turned off the lights, then flopped on my bed. He wheeled the chair over and sat next to me in his chair. How funny that I just let him possess my chair like that in my mind. I guess he has taken that too…
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Oh my god I can't believe it, Greg is sitting next to me. He’s practically on my bed! Oh god, how I wish he was actually on the bed... leaning over me, slowly brushing his hand through my hair and leaning closer to me as he gently presses his lips to mine... s**t.
"I have to go to the bathroom!!!!!" I practically screamed at him, as I jumped out of my bed.
I literally ran to the bathroom down the hall. I slammed the door and took a deep breath. I walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on my face.
“Okaaay, think about something gross. The gym teacher." I shivered at the thought, but my mind drifted back to Greg in my room and all the amazing things I bet he could do. I realized that my hand had wandered down to the waistband of my pants.
"The gym teacher in short shorts!!!!" I forced the thought into my mind as I moved my hand away to clutch at the edges of the sink. I was brutally forcing myself to think of my gym teacher in short shorts.
“Oh god, mental image!” I sighed again and glanced down glad to see the big issue was gone, before shaking my head and going back to my room. Greg was still watching the movie, practically sitting on my bed, looking like nothing had happened, which I guess it really hadn’t for him.
I was lying tensely on my bed throughout the entire movie and then half of the next one, which is when my life got even worse.
“Hey Pres, can I sit on the bed with you? This chair is getting damn uncomfortable.”
My eyes widened and I looked at him before slowly nodding my consent. He sighed happily and jumped over to my bed. He laid down right next to me, his shoulder pressing against mine.
Oh god, I was starting to sweat!
“Ah, your bed is awesomely comfortable!!”
I gulped and my gaze shifted to him. I officially will not be watching any more of these movies tonight. He continued watching the movie, not even noticing my discomfort. I continued to stare at him as amazingly detailed graphic scenes were passing through my mind. I found myself having to suppress the urge to moan and pull him into a passionate kiss. That would have ended incredibly badly; I had to keep reminding myself that it would so I would keep my hands (and lips) to myself.
We were on the fourth DVD when I wandered off to get into my new ‘sexy’ pajamas, and to get more sodas for us.
When I got back to my room, Greg had changed into his pajamas. At this point in my life, I could say I would definitely die happy. Greg apparently only sleeps in pajama bottoms. That means he doesn’t wear a shirt, and he obviously feels comfortable enough with me to wear his usual attire!
I stood there for a few seconds, staring at his amazingly perfect chest with nothing but a burning desire to crawl on top of him and run my hands along every single chiseled muscle of his torso. Except I couldn’t do that, I would probably be punched if I did. So I just shook my head, passed him a soda, and flopped back on the bed next to him.
I was getting tired, because I didn’t normally stay up this late. It was really getting hard to concentrate on either the movie or even the god sitting next to me.
Greg was the one to stand up and put in the last DVD because I was practically asleep on my bed beside him. He came back and sat down next to me, looking at me.
“You can go to sleep if you want to, Pres. You don’t gotta stay awake for me.” He smiled, and I nodded closing my eyes briefly.
I felt Greg start to get off the bed and I grunted. “You can stay…if you want…on the bed, I mean…” I mumbled drearily, not completely realizing what I was saying. Obviously I wasn’t in my right mind because if I was, I would never say that…ever!
“If you want, I mean…you can sleep in the bed since the airbed isn’t pumped up…and…my bed is comfy.” I was already practically asleep, but I felt him sit back down on the bed and get comfortable.
I smiled and pulled the blankets over me. “Hmm…night…”
“Yeah…night, Pres. I’ll see you in the morning.” I thought I heard something odd in his voice. Something was off, he sounded almost unsure about something. However, I was too tired to really give it thought at that point.
A/N: So Ritnou would love to apologize for the lateness of this update since she am only just finishing it at 10:04 Friday night the 27 of March which means Ritnou had about 2 hours to get it to Mak before Mak started to stalk her to update. Anyways here are some notes
(1) This is Horrible! My life is over!!!!
* I know Slumdog Millionaire doesn’t come out till Tuesday but my timeline is not really on with the real one is it? Anyways my sis works at blockbuster so she got to preview it as an employ so when I wrote that part I forgot it wasn’t out yet razz
E/N: Haha… Editor’s note. I love it. Anyway, I would just like to say that it’s a good thing Ritnou got it to me when she did. I had already contacted Tabitha (Preston’s “mom”) and some of her friends and we were already figuring out where Ritnou lived to come and threaten her with her life… or to chain her to her computer until she finished.
Ritnou · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 10:08pm · 0 Comments |
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Today I want to start out telling you about leaving school; because hey guess what, I DO HAVE A LIFE OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL!
Sarah and I were meandering out of the school at our usual leisurely pace.
“V, where are we going?”
I blink and try to think for a moment as we trot down the street towards town center. “Um…I am not really that sure, but I think I need some food and possibly other stuff, like maybe an airbed.”
Sarah looks at me funny, and I shrug. I have no idea what I am doing actually. We turned out of the gate and I started to think of the upcoming event that was the sleepover with Greg, or ‘Doomsday’ as I personally had nicknamed it. Here are my thoughts on ‘Doomsday.’
First, I will have to greet Greg, and then sit through hours of watching movies with him alone in my room. I figure I will probably end up staring at him the whole time, instead of watching any of the movies. Then I will have to watch him eat, wishing it was something other than food that he was putting in his mouth. Once we finish eating whatever it is I finally decide on, I will have to figure out where he was going to sleep. This alone proved to be a major problem. I could spend the money and stick him on an airbed on my floor or he could sleep in the bed with me. I imagine I’m going to have to spend the money because let’s face it, no one wants to sleep on the floor; and no matter how much I would love to have him sleeping on the bed with me, I doubt I will be able to survive the night without having a very inappropriate dream about him. Not only would that be awkward, but it would be even worse because of his close proximity to me. That proximity might lead to physical contact, and I can’t imagine how mortifying that would be. Even with the airbed, I still have a feeling I’m going to have a problem knowing that the one person I want to ravish the most in the world is lying only a few feet away from me. So yes, I was having a mild mental breakdown, to say the least.
“Oh my GOD! What am I going to do?! He is going to be eating next to me and SLEEPING IN THE SAME ROOM AS ME!!! Oh My God, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!”
Yes, I was having a very public mental breakdown, which is possibly why I didn’t see the lamppost until I had smashed into it, and was lying on the ground.
“********! Who puts a lamp post in the middle of the sidewalk! I mean seriously!” I hear laughter from my right and glance up at Sarah. “Oh, I’m so glad that you think it’s funny!”
She grinned. “I do! You just kept going on and on about tomorrow and it was really getting old, and then SMACK you hit a perfectly placed lamppost! It was freaking classic!”
I glare icily at her.
“Well, you know what?!…You…Grrr.” I stand up and dust imaginary dust from my pants.
I think I have hit my head more this week than I have in my entire life. Maybe I’m going to do some kind of permanent damage. Once I am ready, we continue to walk again.
“Sarah, I am really worried about this. What if I do something and slip up? What if he finds out I am gay? What if he finds out I like him!?! He would probably hate me with a passion after that.” I sigh and slump my shoulders, which causes Sarah to violently hit me.
“Ow! b***h, what was that for?” I stick my tongue out at her and she returns the gesture.
“What is with you people and thinking everyone will hate you when you come out? I am sure Greg won’t hate you. He is an extremely nice person, or so I’m told. I personally don’t think anyone can be that nice, but as a future police woman, I am determined to discover his secrets!”
Of course she was. Sarah is mildly off the deep end. There was nothing odd about Greg, other than the fact that he wanted to hang out with me. That alone was a strange thing. People didn’t want to just hang out with me, other than Sarah.
“Sarah, you said you were going to find out what was in the Mystery Meat we’re always served on Thursdays. You still haven’t figured that out, and you have been trying since ninth grade.”
We turn into the shopping district as she sighs and looks up at the white fluffy clouds. “Alas that is one mystery that no human will ever manage to solve.”
I roll my eyes and point ahead to the grocery store.
“Look, we are going to stop there and buy some nachos and sleepover food and s**t, yeah? I’ll buy you a snack with the wad of cash I swindled off of Tabitha, because I am a bum and have no money of my own.” As we finally approach the store, I start to go over my mental list of what to buy. I have written it in here...
~Nachos
~Cheese (For the Nachos)
~Chips
~Soda
~Apple Juice (I am addicted)
~Ice Cream
~Pizza
~Airbed (Why don’t I have one?)
Yes, so that is everything I need. We turned down an aisle and looked for the first thing on my list adding them to the cart as we found them.
“Okay, Sarah, what do you want? I promised you a snack.”
She grinned and ran off, then seemed to appear again out of nowhere.
“Pocky! Our all time favorite snack! I got the big box, one bag for me and one for you.”
I smile, “Perfect, the best way to calm my nerves is a box of Pocky!”
I slid it into my basket and headed to a register to pay.
I really hate waiting in lines, and for some reason there was a long line of people on a Friday afternoon in a grocery store. I mean who does that? Who goes shopping on a Friday? When we finally got to the front of the line, it was to discover that we had somehow managed to get the one cashier in the entire store that had no idea what she was doing at the register. It took her another ten minutes to finally scan all of our stuff and get it bagged.
“Come on, Sarah, off to the department store for an airbed and some real pajamas!”
She glanced at me briefly as we slowly started to walk down the spotted street. What do I mean by spotted? It was spotted because of the avid gum chewers constantly deciding to spit out their gum on the street where others were forced to trample it into the ground.
“Pajamas? Why on Earth do you need new ones? Don’t you have any of your own?”
“Well…technically I sleep in my boxers. I won’t be able to do that with Greg in the room, so I need to get some pajamas in order to feel more comfortable around my lovely Greg.”
She stared at me like a freak, which by the way I was beginning to think I might be.
“You…are one of the most pathetic people I know. You know what? I will make a deal with you. Since you have dragged me out here and through your shopping and your paranoid rambling, you have to let me pick out your pajamas!” I glare at her as I open the door for her.
“You know the point of this is to make sure he doesn’t know that I am gay. If I were to let you pick out my pajamas, it would be so blatantly obvious that I was gay that I might as well tattoo it on my forehead.”
She sighed and stared at me. “No, no…not this time. I realize this is a very serious affair. I just want to make you look sexy, not like a girl. How about I let you decide if you actually want to buy them?”
I sigh and look around the store. “Fine…if you think it would be a good idea.” She grinned and dragged me off to get the airbed first.
We chose a queen-sized one because I will not let my Greg sleep on a dinky little twin-sized mattress. It’s not like I couldn’t afford it with Tabitha’s money. Once we finished finding the airbed, we wandered over to the clothes, more specifically the pajamas. I sat on the floor and held my head, thinking about tomorrow night again, while Sarah poked through the racks and tried to find the perfect ‘pajama outfit.’
Finally she smiled and pulled out some clothes, throwing them at my before pushing me to a dressing room.
“Come on, try them on. I wanna see what they look like!”
I stumbled into the dressing room, and looked at what I had been given. Surprisingly, the outfit was rather simple; red and black plaid pajama bottoms and a simple black shirt. I wondered how she thought this would be sexy, but I forgot about it as I put on the comfortable clothes. I turned around and looked in the mirror, shocked to see what I did. The pajama pants were low; lightly hanging off my slim hips, the shirt was comfortably tight and cut off just a little past my belly button showing off a teasing amount of my midriff. Although the original style would seem to be more for a girl, the colors and clothes made it definitely masculine. I smiled and started to get changed before I remembered that Sarah would probably want to see it. I sighed, pulled the curtain back, and looked up at Sarah.
“Ohhh my gosh, you look so sexy in a cute kind of way! Greg will totally leave your house wondering if Victoria is who he should be seeing or not.” She grinned and walked around me slowly. “Very nice. I must say I am deviously good at what I do.”
I roll my eyes and go back into my changing square and get back into my original clothes.
“Yes Sarah, you are a truly wonderful picker of pajamas.”
We pick up the airbed and head over to the cashiers. Lucky for us, there were no lines and the cashier actually seemed to know what he was doing so we got out in a quicker fashion than at the grocery store.
As we left the store and headed back out onto the crowding streets I shouldered all my bags,
“Well, Sarah, I must say it has been a fascinating few hours shopping with you, but I must be on my way. I have a Saturday sleepover to dread, after all.” I smiled.
She smiled back. “Why, any time, my dear boy! I shall see you in the ‘morrow!” I grinned and shook my head, even if we probably wouldn’t be seeing each other tomorrow at all.
I had been walking for a little while when the burden of my bags was beginning to get to me. However, it is always at times like these when you meet up with a friend of yours who will offer to carry some of your bags. Well… that didn’t happen, unfortunately. I was forced to carry my bags all the way out of the shopping district, and halfway home. Of course, this was where I met my ‘friend’ who decided to help me, but you will never guess who it was.
“Ronald!” He blinked and looked up to see me struggling with my bags.
“Oh hi…need some help?” I glanced down at my bags and nodded quickly.
“Yes please.”
He walked over and took three bags from me. I smiled at the relief I almost instantly felt.
“Hey Ronald, I just wanted to make sure we were alright after what happened in the bathroom yesterday. I didn’t mean it. I have never actually hurt anyone before in my life, and the knife is more for protection on the walk home than threatening people in the bathroom.”
He glanced and me and smiled.
“It’s okay. I have heard about you before, so I kind of figured you wouldn’t be the type to normally do that. But honestly, I was scared.”
I chuckled and looked at the tops of the buildings as we start to reach the end of the business district.
“Yeah, well honestly so was I. I was petrified that you would run and tell someone or something.”
“No, I really wouldn’t…like I said my brother was gay, but my parents didn’t like it and attacked him. They ended up in prison, and I am in a foster home now.” I stared down at him briefly, wondering why he was telling me this.
“I’m sorry, but can I ask why or telling me this… and maybe what happened to him?”
Ronald looked and the ground and shifted the bags awkwardly on his arms.
“Well, I never really got to tell anyone before and I figured you would understand…being like him and all. And uh…well, he ended up in a coma and he has been in it for over a year now. I don’t know how long they are willing to keep him on life support, but…uh, I have a job to help pay the hospital bills, and my foster parents are real nice and pay for most of it.”
I look ahead not really sure what to say at this point.
“I am sorry about your brother, and you can come talk to me any time you want. I guess we are friends now. Kindred spirits… no, not really, but you know what I mean, right?” He nodded briefly and smiled.
Suddenly a thought came to me. “Maybe I can go with you one day to visit him?” I glanced down the street and realized that I should probably get my bags back and get away from him before he found out where I live.
“Yeah…yeah that would be nice…definitely. I will talk to you more in school, I guess.” He said as he glanced at his watch. “Look, I hate to do this, since I was helping you and all… but I have to turn back and get to my job.”
I took my bags back. “No worries! We are practically at my house anyway.”
He smiled at me as if I was the nicest person in the world.
“It is nice to have you as a friend, Vontell.” I shuddered slightly at the use of my first name.
“Goodness. Preston please, all my friends call me Preston.” He nodded before turning and jogging off, giving a brief wave over his shoulder. I sighed and turned onto my street, walking slowly the rest of the way home.
Once I got to my house, I hid the cold things in the back of the fridge so no one else would try and eat them before my wonderful sleepover the next night. Then, I went to my room and put the rest of the food and the airbed in the corner before flopping down on my bed.
I glanced over at the clock, not even having realized how late it was. Having discovered the late hour, I wandered over to the computer and flicked it on, figuring I would play a quick computer game before I conked out to nightmares of tomorrow.
And so that was my Friday afternoon I hope you enjoyed reading about it and I know I personally am not enjoying tomorrow. Which is NOT where I will start from! HAHA I am going to hide the sleepover from you! No I am kidding I will start tomorrow and tell you everything that happened on ‘Doomsday’
A/N: so my editor told my it was hard to tell the end of the story and the authors note....I figured the line would be a good indicator but oh well...so now I am going to speak in third person for the authors notes! :]
Ritnou would love to thank all her Reviewers and people who favorite! Ritnou would also looooove to thank Mak for editing for her however Ritnou thinks Mak should nag her more seeing as it took her forever to get this chapter out... In fact Ritnou thinks the readers should nag her to update. Ritnou's email address is in her profile and you cna PM her. Don't worry Ritnou will always get your messages (most likely)!
Ritnou Also apolpgizes for how short this chapter is. she says to blame it on the other peoples stories that where distracting her whilst she was writeing!
*~A NOTE FROM THE EDITOR~*
Mak apologizes for taking a week to edit this. She got distracted. Even after yelling at Ritnou for not giving her a chapter. Poor readers. I’ll yell at her better next time, and I’ll even yell at myself.
Ritnou · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 10:08pm · 0 Comments |
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MNSML 4
Thursday morning. It is Thursday morning, and I got NO sleep last night...AT all... You want to know why? I bet you do! Because every time I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, I saw Greg. At first it was fine, he was sitting in the computer chair like he had in reality. However as the night progressed, he started to move closer to the bed. Until at about three in the morning whenever I tried to sleep, dream-Greg would practically be on top of me. So in order to get rid of this problem I was having, and my inability to sleep, I decided to...read. No, I did not get any sleep. I was most definitely trying to avoid dreaming about Greg and the book really wasn't gripping my attention as much as dream-Greg was...so I still had a problem.
But now I have to get ready for school and I am insanely tired. I imagine I have black rings under my eyes as I trudge into the bathroom. You see, I normally need at least three consecutive hours of sleep in order to well...not be in the state that I currently am.
By the time I left my house, I was a little better. That was only due to the extremely cold shower, coffee (which I normally don't drink because I hate the stuff), and some lovely nagging from Tabitha.
Right, so I am on my way to Sarah's house when I realize I never called her...which means I am probably going to die when I get there. Goodbye world I knew so little, I leave all my books to Greg, my movies and my...you know what, I leave everything to Greg. Well, except my collection of books about cops, I leave those to Sarah...my murderer...
Here I am standing outside Sarah's house wondering what my punishment will be for not calling her and telling her every little detail about gym and Greg. I say about Greg because our school loves rumors and I bet the whole place learned that Greg took me to the nurse before lunch was over. Then seeing as Greg never showed up in the rest of his classes, they could only assume he went home with me.
So now I had a disappointed best friend, deprived of 'juicy details' as she calls them, ready to murder me. This meant I felt the need to carefully open the door and peak in first.
"Preston! You’re here a little late! Sarah is in the kitchen already." Good, it was only Ms. McKlane. I wander into the house and edge ever closer to the kitchen where I know Sarah is sitting.
"Hey, Sarah..."
She looks up at me, toast hanging from her mouth, "YOU!"
I gulp as I take another step into the room, "Me?"
"You. Never. Called. ME!" Uh oh...I knew she would have wanted me to call her. Have you ever noticed that? How if you don't call your best friend and tell them every detail that happens in your life, then you are immediately chewed out for committing the biggest sin in all of best friendly hood? Yeah, well I have, and it is kind of upsetting, I'm not gonna lie.
"I know, I am sorry, I was a little distracted. What, with Greg sitting in my room watching a movie and all..." She gasps and stares at me.
"He went in your room?" She then pouts annoyingly at me. "I have never even been to your house, that isn't fair."
Well, of course you haven't been to my house, miss future police lady. I have developed a very huge paranoia about my life and technically I didn't even want Greg there. That is a lie, I do want Greg there.
"You know why I don't want you at my house..."
She nods briefly and looks out the window at the green trees and fat little sparrows that are singing, "I know, your mom is an a*****e."
I nod to indicate she is right, and then turn to leave or else we would be late for school. She stands up and follows me as we head for the door.
"Well, tell me about it."
I sigh and look at her briefly. "Well, my head is okay. Greg tricked me into inviting him to my house while I was speaking Welsh. Then he decided to sleep over at my house this weekend to have a movie marathon..." There it was, the drop of only the biggest thing to have ever happened in my entire life.
"Oh my god! He is going to sleep over?!" She then grins mischievously at me. "Soooo, you gonna do something other than watch movies?"
I glare at her. I mean, honestly, who does she think I am? My biggest crush comes over to my house for a sleepover and she immediately thinks I am going to do something with him?
"Yes, actually we are going to. We will be sleeping, because unlike some people we can't try anything on someone who is in a relationship; especially when that someone is in a straight relationship!"
She pouts at me as we reach the street the school is on, "Well excuse me for thinking maybe you guys had something growing.”
"Yeah, Sarah, that thing is called friendship. Nothing at all like what you are thinking." "What movies do you think you will watch? Ohhh, Brokeback Mountain, perchance?" I glare at her again.
"What, and advertise I am gay to him and lose all possible chances of being friends with him? I think not." I sigh as we walk into school.
My life is so difficult, I mean with a weapons and drug trafficking 'family' that would personally kill me if ever they found out I had the biggest crush ever on a guy. Yeah, I think my life sucks about a million times more than anyone else's.
"Well, maybe he is secretly in the closet and knowing that you’re gay will bring him out, and you can have a hot, steamy, secret relationship?" I glare at her, which I seem to be doing an awful lot since we left her house.
"No. I don't think that is what would happen." I sigh as we stop by our stupid lockers and grab our books before heading to homeroom.
"I know you dream about it, though."
"I don't think we need to talk about what I dream about." I sit down in my desk and look at all the people meandering through the room. I glance out the window when I hear a shout from across the room.
"How was the hospital? Next time I get hit in the head with a basketball I wanna get the whole day off." I stare at his overflowing stupidity for a few moments, just to bring it all in before I respond.
"...That didn't even make sense..." He blinks and then flips me off.
"Screw you, Fielding."
Wow that was so mature; I can't believe I just wasted a minute of my life speaking to this lower being.
The bell rang, and we started off to our classes. I had gym first today. I hate having gym first. I mean, whoever thought of having gym first thing in the morning? It doesn't matter, though; I got to sit out because of my head. So, I chose the seat at the back of the bleachers, away from everyone else. I watched Greg from afar as he played basketball.
I don't know about you, but watching someone you have a crush on running around a gym court and sweating… sometimes it leaves some mental images in your mind. Oh, I didn't mention he is on the skins team, so he is running around shirtless and, oh god, is he hot. Enough about how hot Greg is without a shirt on and my daydreaming about him sitting on my bed without a shirt on and pulling me by my hands gently down to sit on his waiting lap....OKAY, moving on!!!!!!
I still had to deal with AP English, and my teacher is still nagging me about how I ruined my book (I had to pay for that by the way). Then I had Math, which was the long period today. By long period, I mean the lunch period. There are four waves that go to lunch at different times throughout the lunch period. I have last wave, which means a very long period of math. Yuck. Anyways, I sat in Math and suffered through the intolerability of Algebra 2. Then finally, my lunch wave bell rang, and I got to walk to lunch so I could stare at Greg from afar.
Now unfortunately for me, when I arrive at the lunchroom, he isn't here; which put a rather large damper on my mood, right? I sigh and walk over to my table. I sit down, and wave at my friends as they wave back at me.
"So, Preston, we heard about your head, are you okay?"
I nod briefly, "Oh, I just had to get brain surgery; but don't worry, they said I would be fine."
They all look at me as if I was a freak, which I suppose I might have been, because the event in my life that took place next made me squeak like a mouse. A tray was placed down on my left side (the seat that is normally left unoccupied). I squeaked loudly at someone sitting next to me and it became even louder as I realized that the brave soul happened to be Greg.
"Greg! Oh...um w-what are you doing here?"
My table grew silent and I suddenly felt like the whole cafeteria had as well. Which it hadn't; sure some people were indeed looking, but it wasn’t everyone. At least I hope it wasn't. I feel an elbow in my side and see that Sarah had sat down on my other side. She was nudging me whilst wiggling her eyebrows in the air.
"Well, I wanted to make sure you were okay, Pres." He smiles at me brilliantly, and I feel my feet begin to form puddles under the table.
"I mean, I didn't get to talk to you in gym, so I figured I could sit here and we could talk about this weekend. I mean, if it is okay with you guys." He looks up at my friends who nod dumbly, most of them just as shell-shocked as me.
Then the she-devil from hell comes along to ruin my life, "Hey, Greggy, why are you sitting here?"
I glance up at Victoria, not even hiding the icy cold glare that radiates from my eyes. Unfortunately for me, I can see my ice bounce off her impenetrable shield like little harmless flowers.
"Hey, it's okay, baby. I just wanna sit with Pres today. He hit his head yesterday, and I wanna make sure he is okay." He smiles and stands up, kissing her gently on the lips. "Go sit at our usual table, okay?"
She nods and walks off. He misses the defeated cringe I give because of their 'moment'. I honestly feel like I have just been stabbed with a million really sharp pencils. I glance up at my friends and see their looks. I shake my head to show I am fine, and look over to Greg as he sits down again.
"You don't have to sit here, if you don't want to..." He shakes his head as he bites into his chicken patty sandwich.
"Nah, it's cool, she doesn't mind. We hardly hang out any more anyways." He bites into the sandwich again.
"So you are doing okay, right? You will be up for this weekend?" I blink.
"Oh...um, yeah, sure I won't mind. Sarah will go out with me later to buy some snacks..." I trail off.
Do guys normally have snacks at sleepovers? I wouldn't know. I have only ever been to Sarah's sleepovers. Brian never really invited me to a sleepover. I think it is because he knows I would stick out like a sore thumb at one.
"Oh cool, snacks. Get nachos." I smile, and unfortunately my mind wanders to the annoyingly frustrating kiss Greg gave Victoria. Then I began to daydream about my version of the situation.....
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I slowly walk into the cafeteria and look around. I sigh as I slowly walk to my table. My life is so unfortunate and I can't believe that Greg isn't in lunch yet. How am I supposed to watch someone who isn't in the cafeteria?
I finally get to my table when I notice someone standing in front of me. I look up and realize that it's Greg.
"Greg!! What are you doing here?" I blink and he smiles that smile I love oh-so-very much. He leans forward and moves one hand so it is pressed against the back of my head.
"Shut up, Pres..." Then he slowly leans forward and presses his smooth lips against mine and our eyes close. Just as I feel his tongue press forward against my mouth, I feel an oh-so-very annoying elbow in my gut...
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"V!!!...Earth to V!!!" I blink and shake my daydream from my head. I suddenly realize that the whole table is staring at me. I glance over at Greg who has an extremely odd look on his face. I blink, and wipe my mouth. I realize I have been drooling.
"Oh...um I...I GOTTA GO!" I jump up and run out of the cafeteria and towards the bathroom. I stop and slide into a stall, and lean against the stall's wall.
"Oh my god, I did not just daydream about Greg in a sexual way while he was sitting next to me." I glance down to make sure I wasn't having a 'problem.' Thankfully my little make out daydream wasn't enough...
That was too much information, wasn't it? Oh god, if I am like this when he is sitting at my lunch table, how in the hell will I survive the sleepover? I sigh as I hear the bell ring.
"********, class is starting..." I push my way out of the stall, and to my horror there was an tiny little boy standing there staring at me with wide eyes.
"Y...you didn't h-hear anything did you?" He blinks and nods briefly.
I panic and look around. Thank god he wasn't a big jock who would run away to tell Greg and the whole school right away. This is the one time I can appreciate being even remotely involved in the mob.
I sigh and make myself look as tall as I can, "What are you going to do about it?"
He blinks again and looks to the door.
"I said, what are you going to do about it?"
I then did the number one most important thing when intimidating another person. Of course, this is by the standards of the mob. I obviously don’t carry a gun to school, but I do carry the next best thing, a knife; I keep it on me just in case. I held up the knife in front of him, not really even in a threatening manner. I just let him know that I had it.
"Nice and clear now."
He gulps and speaks for the first time, "Nothing...I saw nothing. I heard nothing. I know nothing...please don't kill me..."
I sigh and slump down, "I am not going to kill you. What is your name?"
"Ronald (Meaning: Advisor to the King in English)."
I smile briefly, "Okay, Ronald, I'm gonna be level with you. I have never ever hurt someone, and I can't even play basketball without getting a head injury." He smiles at that. "I just want to make sure you don't tell anyone. I would rather not die before I graduate high school."
He nods and I think he understands me, "It’s okay, I understand. My older brother was gay, but my parents didn't like it so they hurt him. I kind of miss him now.
I blink and stare at him, "Okay right um...yeah, I uh gotta go to my class now...um nice to meet you. Let's talk sometime." I smile. "My name is Vontell." I run out of the bathroom and towards my classroom feeling a little guilty about holding the kid at knife point, but whatever, life is life.
I continue through the rest of my day without much aim, feeling a little on edge that the Ronald kid will actually blab, and as I sit here and paint innocent green apples, the entire school is talking about my crush on Greg.
Oh god...now I am thinking about it. They are going to lynch me. I freak out and end up throwing paint all over myself. Now I have green paint covering my outfit.
Finally the day comes to an end, and I get to breathe and relax as I head home. Well not really because I am still being paranoid about life and thinking about that kiss that only happened in my mind. So, of course my life is a little odd right now.
We will pick back up on Friday after school for a change when I have a lovely shopping trip. I'll see you on the flip side.
A/N: Soooooo chapter 4444444444 ...4 I mean...um sorry for the wait Reviews feul me and I am not gettin many razz Laaaaagin in the motivation department. MAK NAG ME MOREEEEEEEEE biggrin Thank you again to Mak for being awesomely awesome! :] talk to you alllll in the nearrrrr future!
~Ritnou!
Ritnou · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 10:07pm · 0 Comments |
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MNSML PT 3
I found Wednesday to be a great day; a day that went magnificently. Well it was kind of painful to be completely honest but really I did actually enjoy it a lot. Let us get started on what happened on Wednesday then. I woke up. Ha, of course I woke up, we should skip that part. We can go straight to when I got to Sarah's house,
"Preston, good morning. How are you today?"
I sent a brief smile towards Mrs. McKlane, "I am bruise from when I was attacked by police is starting to fade finally."
She nodded, "Yes I heard about that. It must have been rather terrifying for you."
Oh yes it was. I thought I was getting arrested because of the stupid mob family I have been forced to live with my whole life.
"Honestly V, they just thought you were the guys little partner." Leave it to Sarah to stick up for the cops. Remember she wants to be one?
"Yeah they still tackled me."
"Whatever V, I bet it was because you were acting strange again."
Of course, how could I forget, getting your key out of your bag was extremely strange behavior for someone who was just getting home.
"Whatever! Come on let's go." She nodded and headed out of the house and we started to walk to school.
"I talked to Greg again yesterday at Drama."
"Did you now? I knew introducing you on Monday was a good idea. How many times have you talked since then? Oh and he’s calling you Preston, isn’t he!"
"Hey it is because of me that he is calling me Preston. That has nothing to do with you." She laughed at likes to think it is all because of her that my friendship with Greg is progressing.
"Yeah, sure whatever. You wouldn't be talking to him if it weren't for me."
"Fine you win, just leave me alone about it." We were nearing the school, so we moved off of the topic of Greg and started talking about how we both thought our gym teacher was ex-military, he was rather scary.
We made it to homeroom. I sat down and pulled out my AP English book to read since I was...well okay I was ahead but I enjoyed reading it, so I had continued reading it for pleasure. Sarah, however, had to pull out most of her homework to finish because she hadn't done any of it yet. Typical she never does her homework and it makes me wonder what she does at home in the evenings instead. I asked her once and she just simply replied, 'stuff.’
Not long after we showed up the homeroom teacher came in and we watched the announcements on the TV, apparently the Key Club was attempting to hold a Fashion Show to raise money and they needed models and fashion designers. I wondered if Greg would do it, I wouldn’t mind going to a fashion show if Greg was going to be walking the runway. Then again, I supposed it would mostly be girls walking.
Homeroom soon came to an end and we meandered off to our classes. I went to math and didn't enjoy it. We were continuing to learn about Matrices. Hate them! I personally don't like math. It is my least favorite class. I much prefer English and history classes to math and science classes. Thankfully my sophomore year, I took two science classes so now I don't have to take any more!
After math, I had to go to English, which was really annoying again because my teacher was still chewing me out for dropping my book in a puddle. I didn’t do it though. I had been pushed and the book accidentally fell into said puddle. Whatever the teacher is just a crazy old bat that no one likes.
In painting I continued to work on the landscape I hadbeen working on. It isn't as good as some peoples’ but it wasdefinitely better than the jocks’. Whatever, not like it really matters, now does it?
Then I went to gym,and that is when it happens. Remember I have it with Greg, right? Yeah well now he says hello to me regularly and it is AWESOME... right so today we were playing basketball. Ah, basketball, one of the worst games possible for the uncoordinated like me. Most of the team knew not to throw it to me but everyone had to at least touch the ball a few times each game. So we always had a system, they would pass me the ball from a foot away move another foot forward, and I would pass it back to them. It works! Today, however, I was playing against Greg's team and his team just happened to have three of the school’s basketball players on it. So not only was I constantly getting distracted by Greg running around the court but my team was getting slaughtered.
I don't know how often the gym in your school gets cleaned but ours doesn't get cleaned as often as I personally think that it should. I mean there are little rocks all over thefloor. I was tripping on them throughout the game. Anyways, there were only a few minutes left in gym, and I was watching the clock, waiting for it to end so I could change and get lunch. I was the only person on the court right under the other team’s hoop. Apparently my team and the other team were in a desperate scramble for the ball. Unfortunately their scramble ended up involving me, because my team decided to throw me the ball, and I was not paying attention.
"Preston!" I blinked. That was Greg's voice I promptly turned my head and looked at him, only to get a hard basketball slammed into my forehead. I was not expecting that so I lost my balance and fell over. I hit the side of my head on the floor. Remember those rocks? Yeah I do, because I swear I had one in the side of my head at that point. After I managed to sit up with a groan, Greg was standing next to me and the others were not far off.
"Nice catch, Fielding." I attempted to glare at the stupid a*****e who was speaking, but I felt too dizzy.
"Shut up, Johnson!" Greg was yelling at people for me.
"Holy s**t, he’s bleeding!" That sounded like one of the girls in the class, one of those girlie ones that can't really play sports. Well neither can I so I have no ground to stand on.
"Crap, you are. Here let me help you up." Greg grabbed my arm with one hand and he placed his other hand under my other arm, lifting me up. I grunted and put a hand on my head as the room began to spin.
"Oh...put me back down...the room wasn't spinning when I was sitting..."
Greg stared at me, and then shouted out to the teacher, "I am going to take him to the nurse!"
He started to walk and I grunted again, something was dripping down my cheek. "Oh ew, is that blood..." I lick my lip and taste the coppery substance.
"Oh...yes...ew. Crap I'm bleeding."
"Ah. How is your head?" I blink not too sure what he was asking. I was still trying to pull things back together in my head. Geez how hard was I hit?
"Oh. 'm ben ydy jyst ddirwya. Beth dybi?(1)" I attempted to glare at him. He started staring at me funny.
"Um...what was that?" we were approaching the nurse’s office now,
"Nevermind, Welsh. I want to sit..." He pushed the door open,walked in, and helped me sit down on one of the beds.
"Hang on I'll get the nurse then..." Then he wandered off to find her, and I flopped down on the bed. My head was killing me and all I really wanted to do was sleep. I wasn't allowed to. Greg and the nurse came back and she started fussing over me.
"Oh dear I am afraid he will need stitches. I should call an ambulance."
"Oh, I can drive him there...no need to stir a commotion in the school, right? Greg looked at the nurse and she sighed.
"Alright I suppose." He smiled and I smiled lightly as well.
"o cellwair chlafdy.(2)" Note to self, don't get hit in the head again. It screws up your English/ Welsh speaking, But hey! I apparently retained more Welsh than I thought I did.
"What did he just say? I hope his head is okay."
"Oh I think he is fine, he said it was Welsh earlier." I grunted as Greg helped me up again. I noticed that the nurse taped gauze over my cut so I wouldn't be bleeding all over the place.
"I didn't know that you drove." Greg smiled, I think...but I wasn't concentrating that well.
"Yeah I have had my license for 9 months now." Oh.
I bet if I was actually physically fit I wouldn't be flaking out like this. Soon enough I was getting pushed into the passenger's seat of Greg's old car.
"Hey, let's hope it starts, right?" He grinned at me and attempted to get the engine to kick in. I wish I could have just flopped onto his lap. Wait did I think that?
I think I am going to sleep for a few moments.
"Hey, Preston. Preston....Pres! Are you listening to me!?" I blinked a few times Pres? That was new.
"Hm?" I turned my head to look at him.
"Come on, I don't think your head was hit that hard but seriously let's just be safe and not fall asleep okay?" I blinked a few times.
"Okay...keep me awake then."
"Hmm um alright let's play a game. I'll say a phrase and you have to translate it into Welsh for me if you can." I blinked.
"Hmm, okay." He nodded as we left the parking lot.
"Okay first phrase, ‘An apple a day keeps the doctor away.’" That one was easy my mum used to say that to me every day.
"Afal ddiwrnod keeps 'r ddoctora ar gerdded" He nodded as he took a left and headed down Main Street.
"Good. Next, ‘Quick bound fox jumps over the lazy dog.’" That one was harder and I had to pause a moment in order to search my mind to remember the things my mum told me long ago.
"Um...I think...'n chwim hysgrifrwym cadno hysbonciau ar 'r 'n ddiog chi"
He blinked, "Wow the Welsh language is so strange."
"Did you want me to translate that too?" I stared at him and he laughed. This car ride was definitely entertaining me. Hell, being with Greg is entertaining, isn't it?
"Okay here try this one, We are almost at the hospital and once we get out I want you to come over to my house."
"m agos am 'r chlafdy a siwrnai cawn i maes Fi angen 'ch at d ar 'm d...wait...you just cheated!" He laughed again and turned into the hospital.
"Nope, you asked! I would love to come over your house and miss the rest of school." I groaned. Brilliant he was using me to get out of school. Plus, he tricked me!!! It only took me a few minutes to remember we were currently housing loan sharks at my house.
"You can't come over to my house!" He parked the car and turned the engine off, climbing out and heading over to my door.
"What, why not? Got something to hide from me?" I gulped.
No! Of course I don't have anything to hide, I don't have two shady men with about six different types of murder weapons concealed on their bodies watching old 'Angel' reruns in my living room.
"Uh...um...my room is a mess!!!!" That was a lie my room was immaculate. I couldn't stand mess.
"Ha! Gotta do better than that, so is my room!" Damn so close too.
"Uh...uh..." I sighed, giving in, I would just have to usher him past everyone before he saw the loan sharks. Greg opened the door and helped me out of the car. We walked into the hospital.
"I bet they are busy...by the time we get out you will probably have to go home anyways." I had no such luck, our ever kind school nurse called the hospital and told them we were coming and they were all ready for me when we walked into the door. Bloody brilliant. I sighed as I was led down to a room and sat on an uncomfortable bed thing with paper that crinkled every time I fidgeted.
"Well, Vontell, you are going to need a few stitches...not a lot probably only like three but it is best foryou to get them. I will just go call your parents." I groaned as the nurse wandered off and another one came in with a hooked needle, some medical thread, and hopefully something to numb me. They did and actually I think I was to loopy to remember what happened because one minute I was staring at them waiting for my head to been sewn together, and the next thing I knew, Greg was shaking my shoulder.
"Pres...Hey come on Pres we can go now." I grunted and attempted to walk. Bad plan. I tripped and landed ungracefully on the floor with Greg laughing above me. I groaned and Greg leaned down to help me up.
"You know generally when you’re within a foot of someone falling, you catch them.” I stared at him as I was put on my feet again.
"Yeah but I missed. Whatever, you’re okay, right?" I nod and dust off imaginary dirt from my shirt.
"We might as well go. You can just drop me off at my house if you want." He started to push me out the door.
"Nah, I think I will take you up on that offer to go over to your house." Drat he hadn't forgotten. Eventually he led me out of the hospital and to his car. He opened the door for me and let me sit down.
"You’re sure you want to come to my house?" He nodded and started up the engine.
"You will have to give me directions so I can get to your house, okay?" I nod, not really wanting to think about getting home. What was Tabitha going to do? Freak out on me because I am so unworthy of the mob; like I really wanted to be there anyways. I told him how to navigate the short distance to my house and stared out the window watching the buildings turn into houses with lawns. Soon enough we got to my rather large house, because why would the mob buy a normal-sized house?
Greg turned the car into the driveway with a whistle, "Did that rich uncle of yours in the oil business pay for your house as well?" I shrugged and climbed out.
"Maybe..." I trudge up to my house but turn around facing him before we go in, "If...anything strange is said...um disregard it." I sighed and opened the door shutting it behind Greg. The door shutting triggered the loud screeching that came from the living room. Good old Tabitha.
“Vontell Preston Fielding!! Why you good for nothing s**t! You got hit in the head with a basketball and got sent to the hospital!!!! What the hell are you good for if you are that weak? Honestly, I don't know why we even bother with you! You’re absolutely Worthle-"
"TABITHA!!!!...Shut up for just a second, will you!!" I glanced back at Greg. That was the perfect way to make my biggest crush petrified of setting foot in my house again.
"Why you little! You don't tell me to shut up!" She turned into the hallway looking pissed off. "Oh...I...didn't know you brought someone over. Uh you see, Vontell here never brings friends over. Um...sorry about that." I roll my eyes and start walking through the kitchen grabbing a bag of chips on the way.
"Tabitha, this is Greg, Greg Tabitha." I indicated for Greg to follow was looking a little shocked. Tabitha nodded and went back into the living room. Once Greg and I were upstairs, I turned to him and looked at his expression.
"Ignore her; my family is big on athletics and stuff...um yeah so as you probably know, I am one of the least athletic people in the school." He nodded briefly and relaxed a little.
"Yeah, I get you. I thought she was going to attack you or something."
I snorted and opened my door, "Yeah right, she wouldn't touch me with a six-foot pole." I walked into my room and flopped on my bed. I freaking love my bed. My bed is probably the most comfy bed ever. Lots of pillows super soft blankets… awesome. Does that seem too girlie? Whatever.
I wave my hand around the room, "Sit somewhere." Greg glanced around before sitting in my computer chair and wheeling it around my room.
"Dude, I thought you said your room was a mess.” He paused in front of my wall which had been turned into a bookshelf which was almost full by the way.
"Wow....that’s a lot of books." I pull my face out of a pillow. My head still had a dull throb pulsing through it.
"Yeah well...I lied, didn't I. Yes…I like books." We continued to sit in silence for a few more minutes. You know that awkward silence where you don't know what to say and you try to think of something, and then you begin to wonder if they are thinking the same thing… and you’re both totally at a loss for what to say? Yeah, that was what was going on right then. Thankfully I found the godsend of teenage distractions; my beautiful 42" plasma flat screen that was mounted on the wall at the foot of my bed.
"Want to watch a movie?" On my stolen TV? I pushed that thought from my mind as I saw him nod. I grinned and reached under my bed, sliding out two wooden boxes filled neatly with DVDs.
"Take your pick." He whistled and kneeled on the floor.
"Holy crap. I am so sleeping over this weekend and we are having a movie marathon! I'll bring my script...oh I mean, if you’re cool with it."
I god. Greg sleeping over at my house...in my room. That will not be good for me.
"Uh...um s-sure I guess it's cool..." Crap, I stuttered. I needed to chill. He would be sleeping over, probably on the floor. It wasn't like he would be sleeping in the same bed as me or anything.
He grinned and handed me 'Eagle Eye.' Good choice. I personally think Shia Labeouf is kind of hot. I took the DVD from his hand and placed it in the DVD player which was also under my bed. Sitting up on my bed, I grabbed the remote off my bedside table and flicked on the TV and the DVD player.
Greg scooted the chair over to the bed and sat back to relax and watch the movie.
"This is so much better than Chemistry."
I snorted silently agreeing with him. Thank god I had finished it already. I think I mentioned that earlier, didn't I...Whatever. So after that we sat and watched the movie in silence; which meant I really didn't have to say anything else.
When the movie ended I sat up again and stretched glancing at the clock.
"You should probably get home soon, right?"
He glanced at the clock too and nodded briefly, "Probably yeah..." He stood up and stretched while I climbed off of my bed.
"I'll go to your car with you to make sure Tabitha doesn't do anything strange."
He glances at me as he opens the door, "Strange like what?"
"Oh...I don't 's Tabitha, everything she does is strange." He laughed and started down the hallway.
"Why do you call her Tabitha? Is she your aunt or something?" Ohhh how do I explain this? No, she is the mob wife that was picked to raise me by the big man himself.
"Foster parent." Ah the simple white lie that protects everyone you know from finding out you are currently living under the same roof as a big wig mobster’s wife. Speaking of big wigs, I don't know if you noticed but 'daddy dearest' is hardly ever around. That would be because he is too busy doing mobster stuff.
Greg nodded as we reached the front door, "See you in school tomorrow." He waved and walked out to his car, climbing in and driving off.
I sighed and walked back into the house only to come face to face with Tabitha and her new best buddies the loan sharks.
"Who was that?"
I glare at Tabitha, "A friend from school who was helping me out because I got hit in the head and ended up needing stitches."
She huffed, "Yeah what was that about? You are so pathetic!"
I push past her, "I wasn't expecting the ball to hit me. I fell down and landed on a rock." I storm up the stairs thoroughly ending our brief chat. Once in my room, I flopped on my bed and thought about how Greg would be sleeping over. That was going to be extremely challenging for me, but I would have to handle it as it came, I suppose.
So that is how Wednesday was for me. That was what happened. That is where I will leave off for now. I will continue my story with tomorrow, Thursday, assuming no one kills me in my sleep before then.
A/N: Oki doki then Chapter numero Tres! I shall have pt 4 out as soon as my little brain can crank it out :]
Thank you to my wonderful Beta Mak! Yay for Mak! You should go say thanks to Mak because otherwise this story would be riddled with typos and shitty grammar! har har!
(1) Oh. My head is just fine. What do you think?
(2) oh fun hospital
Ritnou · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 10:05pm · 0 Comments |
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So it’s just another random Monday morning after vacation; February vacation to be exact. Now as I have mentioned before, I really don’t have much of a life. I have my best friend…
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What I didn’t mention her on the last page? Are you sure? Go back and look just to make sure. I will too.
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Okay then, I guess I didn’t. Her name is Sarah (meaning: Princess in Hebrew). I told her that once. Here is what I learned, never tell someone their name means princess because they will start acting like one. She would constantly try to convince me to do her homework and her chores just because she was a ‘Princess’… good god. Anyways, Sarah as a person is…loud, brash, hateful of the popular clique, and to top it all off she dreams of being a cop. You can bet we always go over to her house.
So now that I have once AGAIN diverted from where I was originally going, I am just going to jump into it.
I was having a pleasant dream, an epic one about Greg, when I was rudely awoken by my alarm clock. I blinked and buried my face into my pillow, groaning. Life was unjust, I have to suffer through the accursed torment called school. I leaned out of bed and slammed the off button on my alarm. Slowly, I managed to sit up in bed to be greeted by the not so musical voice of Tabitha, (meaning: A Gazelle in Hebrew, Pfffft.) Right, anyways, the “musical” voice of Tabitha screaming at me to get the hell out of my bed before I was late for school. Oh by the way, Tabitha is one of those mob wives who I was talking about. She “adopted” me, I suppose.
So I climbed out of my bed and slowly maneuvered to the shower with my towel. I usually take showers at night since the warmth of them tends to make me even more tired than when I got in it, but unfortunately I forgot one last night. Quickly I finished the shower, hoping I hadn’t taken too long, I didn’t want to be late.
Once out, I wandered over to my chest of drawers and pulled out some black pants and a black shirt. I love black clothes, call it my passion for Stage Crew or just because I am strange and like the color black, whatever. I glanced over in the mirror and flicked my hair a bit, not bothering to do anything. I don’t need to do anything to it, who do I have to impress? Greg is too busy swooning over his girlfriend, Victoria (meaning: Conqueror in Latin). Hate her! Yeah so while he only has eyes for her, and I only care what he thinks, it means I don’t give a s**t about my appearance.
This is starting to sound a little to you know cliché so back to my morning. I grabbed my book bag and cell phone. It is a nice phone, too. I bet it was stolen before it was given to me. I wouldn’t really be too surprised if it was. I wandered out of my room and down the stairs, blatantly ignoring Tabitha. You can hardly blame me, she just never stops. So as I was leaving to walk to school (because I detest the bus), I grabbed an apple to eat for breakfast. You know the old saying an apple a day?
Now it isn't really a long walk, but I don't like school so I wasn’t exactly running. Anyways I always meet up with Sarah while I am walking to school. So today was no different and about a third of the way into my walk, I got to her house. Sarah is even worse at waking up than me. I usually have to go to her house and get let in by her mother, Mrs. McKlane. Today was no different than usual.
I walked up to the door and knocked on it only to hear a loud shout, "Preston, come on in!" I opened the door slowly and took a step in. Oh right, my full name is Vontell Preston Fielding. Preston is not as… unique a name as Vontell, so I often have people call me Preston, even if it was an older sounding name. Anyways back to the story.
I went into the kitchen where Mrs. McKlane had toast sitting on the table. Grinning, I tossed the apple core in the trash, and grabbed some toast, "Hello Mrs. McKlane, Sarah being as prompt as always?"
She smiled at me, "As always. So Preston, how was your vacation?"
I grinned that's right, first day back from vacation, "Ah it was okay, you know? I got some new books."
"And I bet you finished them already. You are such a fast reader, Preston. I only wish I could get SARAH to READ a little more..." I grinned as she shouted some parts loud enough for our ever late 'princess' to hear.
She pleasantly shouted back, "Lay off it, mother! V reads enough for the both of us!!!"
She calls me V. Don't ask… I think it is because she secretly thinks I am a superhero. The amazing V, saving the world from evil mankind! No...I don't know why she calls me V. I bet this is getting confusing now. Okay, here’s a diagram for you.
Mrs. McKlane + Teachers + Friends call me Preston
Sarah Calls me V
'Mob Family'+ people who know my name but not me personally Call me Vontell
Kids in school call me Fielding
Okay. So if any of those names show up, they are referring to me. Anyways back to my morning. Again.
"Hey V, nice to see you’re on time to steal my mother’s cooking. Again."
I grinned at her, as I stuffed another slice of toast in my mouth, "Did you go to the school talent fair thingie again this year?"
Our school has an annual Talent Fair. It is basically an Arts and Crafts Show with a culinary contest and then performance talents at the end. They do it to show off talents other than those that can be performed on stage. Anyways, one of our friends always enters in her photography. She is pretty good. She takes normal pictures of her friends and makes them all cool looking. Like a pro took them and they are all shiny and always look like it was a modeled picture. She has tried to submit pictures of me a few times, but I always found out and stopped her.
"Oh yeah, I went to Anna's booth. It was really good this year."
Unfortunately for me, Sarah snickered at the end of her sentence. Let me be the first to tell you that Sarah and snickering is never a good sign.
"Oh god, why do I know I am not going to like the sound of this?" I stared her down waiting for her to answer me.
"Well you know that time we went to the indoor pool and all of us were having a really good time?"
I nodded slowly. I know where this is going. Anything that has to do with a pool and me is generally not too good.
"Yeah, well you know how Anna was going crazy with the pictures?"
"Yes! Okay just get on with it, woman!"
She paused and glared at me, "Don't call me woman, boy! Ugh come on, let's walk and talk. We don't want to be late for school." I nodded as we both stood up and headed towards the door, waving at Mrs. McKlane.
"Okay, now finish the story."
"Well, she entered some pictures into her booth from that time; one specifically of you."
I groaned, knowing that I should have gone and made sure none of the pictures ended up being of me. I happen to be rather... paranoid about who sees pictures of me without clothes on. In fact, normally I wear one of those scuba shirt things because I don't like being seen without a shirt on. However this single time the girls begged me to be normal and not wear it. I only conceded because the pool had been rented out by our friend, Alyssa (Meaning: Rational in Greek). Since it was only my friends, I took the thing off.
"Which picture was it?"
"Well...it was the one where you had climbed out of the pool and then Stacy ran past and threw you off balance… then you fell backward into the pool. The one where Anna managed to catch the picture just as you were falling and your arms were flailing and you had this completely horrified look on your face."
I groaned mentally cursing Anna’s photography skills, and the high optical lens that she had used for evil.
"I am not going to want to go to school, am I?"
"Well...it looked cool. There were these droplets of water flying off your hair and the water looked all shiny and she managed to edit everyone else out so it was only you, and the picture looked really cool." She does that. Talks really fast and makes what should be like 3 sentences into one...
"Great, now most of the student body as seen me without a shirt on, falling into a pool like a klutz. Anna is not getting any lunch from me today."
Yes my group of five girls and one other guy and I always share lunch. Is that too 3rd grade?
Oh, I haven't told you guys about them? Well, there is me, Sarah, and Anna. Stacy is in the drama club and wants to be famous. Molly is quiet, even more so than me. In fact I think I have only heard her talk a few times. Then there is Alyssa. She is really rich, her dad owns this big fast food company. The other boy in the group is Brian (meaning: Strong one in Celtic). He knows just about everyone in school but prefers to hang out with the “strange” people in a tiny little group for reasons unknown to the “normal” people.
So that is our gang, all seven of us. Oh right, back to the story.
By this point we were getting closer to the school. In fact, I could see my impending doom right on the horizon, "Uggggg, I really don't want to deal with this at all I bet everyone is going to be laughing at me."
"Oh V, give it a rest. I bet none of them cared enough to remember it...but hey maybe Gregory saw it." I glared at her. If she wasn't the worst best friend in the world, I didn’t know who was.
"Of course. Thank you. Because that embarrassing picture is totally how I want Greg to see me." I said as we walked in the front door of the school. "I bet that everyone in homeroom is going to make fun of me for being even more klutzy than they already thought I was."
Sarah glared at me, "Oh get over yourself. Not everyone’s life revolves around mocking you; just a tiny portion of our school… that doesn't happen to include your love interest."
We stopped at our lockers briefly; they are only a few feet apart, and then headed to homeroom. We were luckily in the same homeroom. It usually goes alphabetically, right? But since there are more last names that start with some letters and less with other letters, we managed to get into the same homeroom.
Once we were there, we sat down in our seats for the morning announcements. The other students were coming in and mingling throughout the classroom. At the front sat the group of sports jocks who had a strange obsession with wearing shirts and sweatpants with Hollister written all over them. They, of course, were eyeballing the three cheerleaders practicing their little routine. At one of the computers were the two kids I'm pretty sure will own everyone else when we actually have jobs because they can do all this strange stuff on the computer. There were some other kids sitting around and reading, a few of the kids were talking to friends. Yeah, so pretty much your normal high school homeroom.
Math was next. I got a B on the test we took before vacation. Then I had AP English. We got our new books. Gym was next. I spent it watching Greg, tripped on my foot and face-planted. Lunch came around and I spent it watching Greg again, half-listening to the conversation, and ended up getting a fry thrown at me for not paying attention,
"V!!!!" I blinked at Sarah and the others.
"Dude you were so drooling..." Brian said.
I blinked and wiped my mouth which caused Brian to burst out laughing. Apparently I had not been drooling and he was just bugging me.
"Geez V, you need to do something about this. Go talk to him and ask him how his lines are coming along with the play or something..."
I stared at my so called best friend, "And suffer the torment of Victoria staring at me with those eyes. I feel like she can peer into my soul and see my deepest, darkest secrets."
Sarah rolled her eyes at me, "You know what, that's it! We are going over there! Now!" She stood up and grabbed my arm causing the rest of my so-called friends to laugh at me.
"Wait, what no, we can't! I'll freeze up! I won't know what to say!" I clung desperately to the table as if it would somehow know I needed it to anchor me to its little round seat. The table failed me though, and Sarah yanked me from the seat.
"Come on we are going over there and you are going to say hi. Okay? Follow my lead, okay? You’re a smart kid. You'll know what to do."
I groaned, that's it she's gone mental. I would have to tell her mother to commit her to an asylum. However before I could tell her my plans, we had arrived at the table and they stopped talking. Oh god, Greg was staring at me. You know what? He has really hot eyes. They are an amazingly warm chocolate brown, and if you look really hard, like I was then, you could see little flecks of green. s**t. Now I look like a retard all dazed off staring at Greg...s**t.
"Hey Greg, Victoria. V here was just telling me about the school play." She looked at me expectantly. What, like I was coherent enough to form grammatically correct sentences.
"Um...right yeah I was...Uh I mentioned you got the lead again...Uh and she...we um decided to come over and see how you were doing with your lines..."
Oh god, I almost made a complete sentence without stammering... few too many ums, though. I watched Greg completely forgetting Victoria. I hate her. He smiled brightly at us. Oh god, that smile is really hot...just like his eyes...and his li-... Um, I will not continue on with that train of thought.
"Wow thanks, no everything is going great. Victoria helps me a lot, you know? Sometimes I wish I had a guy to practice some of the lines with, though. It’s hard to imagine Victoria as an evil, mangled old man." He turned and smiled at her. She giggled. In my mind, I had already killed her and burned the body to ashes.
"But you know the soccer team can't say a line without laughing." At that he glanced at a few of his friends who laughed and hit him in the arm, "but hey, I’ll get the lines eventually. Thanks for asking."
I glanced over at Sarah praying that meant we could leave soon.
"Well V is stage manager, right? That means he is in charge of making sure the play runs smoothly. Well who better to help you with your lines than him?"
I stared at her for a few seconds before it sank in. She had willingly just ruined my perfect life of hiding in the corner and secretly watching him. Now I would have to interact with him on a regular basis. Wait, no I don't have to. I can say no that I really can't help. As I turned back to look at him, he started to talk and he had a happy look on his face.
"Really? That would be great! Would you mind, Vontell? I know you don't like acting or anything like that but it would really help me a lot."
At that point, I lost all hope of the words ‘no I really can't' ever being said by me, "Oh um...sure I guess. If you think I would help any..."
He grinned and I melted. Someone should really clean me off the floor before they leave, "Perfect! Here, hang on, I'll give you my phone number and you can call me and we can get together some time."
Damn, if only we could get together the way I wanted. Another brief pause led me to realize what he had just said. I, Vontell Preston Fielding, was about to receive the phone number of the single hottest, most perfect person on the planet. Well he is perfect in my vision. Anyways, the point is that this was a big moment for me, and if I managed to take the paper from him without looking like I was having a seizure, I think I could say I had accomplished something.
"Ah, here give me your phone, and I'll program it in instead." I nod slowly, not really following and take out my phone handing it to him.
"Oh wow...these are expensive...how'd you get one?"
I blink for a few moments, "What?"
"The phone, man. They are wicked awesome I tried to get one, but my parents said they were waayyy too much."
Oh god, I knew it, that phone really was stolen! Stupid mob taking innocent children as payment, "Oh um right...uncle, he is um rich...works in oil..."
Wow that was lame. I watch what he is doing with my phone as he puts in his number, and then uses my phone to call himself.
"There we go. Now I have your number, too."
Oh...now he can call me at any time...to hang out...remind me to kill Sarah if I don't die of melting first.
"Well then, Greg, it was nice talking to you, but we should get back to our lunch," Sarah smiled and started to push me away once I got my phone back. I was glad that it was over in a sad kind of way because I decided I realllllly like talking to Greg. In fact I should do it more often!
However, thinking about it more only made me discover how truly pathetic I must look.
I glared at Sarah, "Thanks a lot, bestie. Couldn't you just let me have a normally miserable, insignificant life in peace?"
"No, of course not." We sat back at the table and the others looked at Sarah, knowing full well I was not about to say anything at all.
"V is now the proud owner of Greg’s number." They all laughed and smiled at me.
Oh sure they think it's funny. That's because it didn't happen to them. That is why they can all sit there happily laughing at me while they ate their fries.
Lunch soon came to an end with me pondering over Greg and how I had his phone number in my phone. I took it out briefly to glance at what it was. I had to put my phone away though as soon as I got to my next class because my teacher has eagle eyes and knows everything.
I finished my last three classes, which where painting, sociology, and world history. It, being the end of the day, meant that I got to go to drama. We were doing a quick run-through since it was the first day back after vacation. I always got to the auditorium early for one reason and one reason only, Greg. Greg always went to drama early to practice his lines on his meant few a few moments we were always alone, while I usually just moved all the props and tables into their starting positions.
When I got to the auditorium, I saw Greg on stage running through his lines to the empty room. Now the first time I showed up early, he stopped talking and waited until the others showed up. I think he was shy, but now he doesn't even notice me. I think having someone doing something around him helps him get into it more because he always seems louder when I get there and start working. Maybe it’s because he feels like he needs to speak louder so he can be heard over my noise.
Anyways so today I got there and started moving the props listening to Greg working on one of the songs he had to sing. He can sing by the way. That's Greg, he can do everything. Well, no he can't. Honestly, he is the worst artist in the world. Clearly that skill jumped over him. Oh well, he doesn't need it anyway. Once I was done setting everything up, I sat down and waited for the rest of the club to get there.
As soon as everyone was there, we started the play. It was The Sound of Music this year. We did a quick run-through which was okay except people kept goofing off, so it took twice as long as usual. Whatever. I mean, I don't have a life, right? I totally love to watch people say the same line over and over again...and have to drag tables on and off every few seconds. Whatever.
At the end, my loyal stage crew left me to clean up on my own, of course. So I stayed back, making sure there were no leaves or anything left on the stage and when I was finally done, I went down to grab my bag.
Greg had stayed late as well for some reason and he came up behind me and touched my shoulder which made me jump.
I spun around and looked at him with wide eyes, "Greg! Oh um, hi...what do you need?"
"I was wondering if it was really okay with you if you helped me with my lines. I noticed Sarah was kind of talking for you."
Yes well she has that bad habit, and I am trying to break her of it, but it is not going well so far.
"Well yeah, I am okay with helping. I don't know why you wouldn't prefer the actual actors or something. I mean, they’re probably better than me." That was a thought why not ask the people who are actually playing the parts to help him?
"Oh come on Vontell, I am not really friends with them. I mean, we never hang out so I would feel weird having them at my house."
So wait...what?
"We don't hang out either, and you think I am more of a friend than them?"
"Yeah we do. We sort of hang out here before the rest of them arrive. And yes, Vontell, you are my friend… At least I like to think so."
Oh well this is a rather nice development. Not the hanging out thing, but I mean the friend thing. I gave a small smile which is feat for me, you know.
"Oh, well my friends call me Preston. Sarah calls me V but she is mental." He smiled at me. It was a bright, lovely smile. I love his smile. I already said that.
"Cool. I'll call you some time, Preston." I couldn't help but grin as he said that even if he had already started to walk out. I turned as well and followed him out, walking home slowly.
So by this point I bet you’re wondering why this is the worst day of my life since it seems to have gone pretty well so far, right? Well let me tell you why it sucked. It sucked because I have a mob family and as soon as I walked on to my lawn, I was arrested. Yes, I was arrested, for an idiotic reason, too. You want to know why? Loan sharks that's why. They were off collecting money and got attacked by a very stupid person who did not want to pay. Now the loan sharks shot him in the leg. He had a shorter person with him, too that had gotten away.
So this all led to the loan sharks coming to my house. Yes mine, and following them was a pissed off man. So the crazy guy comes roaring into the cul-de-sac shooting his gun. He stops at my house and yells for the dudes to come out that shot him. Now since my 'family' is the mob, only they are hiding under the alias of a nice civil family, guess what they did? They called the cops...yes the cops. Either that or the neighbors did, but the man got carried away for disturbing the peace. So apparently the cops were sitting around watching for a small man to show all crazy, too.
I was only half paying attention as I got un-handcuffed. Anyways apparently the cops thought I was that guy, and when I went into my bag to get a key they thought I was going for a gun. So what happened to me? I got tackled to the ground and bruised on my shoulder. It’s the size of a rock. They handcuffed me in a matter of seconds and didn't let me get up until Tabitha came running out like a distressed mother screaming for her child. She is a brilliant actress. I suppose that was when they noticed I had been getting keys and now my school books were in the road and on the lawn. My new English AP book was at the time sitting in a puddle getting wet. As soon as I was out of the cuffs, I bounced up over to the book and picked it up started shouting.
"Crap! O na! Dyma mo da!(1)" I swore and started freaking out. I flipped through the book and checked to see if it was okay. I was going to have to pay for that. I turned around and glared at the cops who were staring at me funny. I was annoyed, who wouldn't be? I began to pick up my stuff, "What! Never heard Welsh before?!" I glared at them and stormed into the house ignoring Tabitha.
"Vontell, get back here and apologize to the nice police men!"
HA! Funny, a mob wife calling the police nice. Surrrrre.
"No way! I wasn't the one who slammed them to the ground and handcuffed them!"
Asking me to say sorry, what a b***h. I ignored her and headed to my room, not wanting to deal with them. Besides, I needed to make sure the book really was okay.
Once in my room I threw my bag at the wall and flopped on my bed. So now you know how my day was. It was horrible, even if I got Greg's number and have a chance to hang out with him in the near future. s**t happens. I mean, people get arrested every day, right?
Monday is over, I will tell you about Wednesday next because nothing good happened on Tuesday. In fact, Tuesday was so boring I almost fell asleep in one of my classes. Sad isn't it?
A/N: YAYYYY that is the longest thing I have ever written to date yayyyy! um thanks to my beta reader Mak Hertz Who is cool for doing this for me :] yay for Mak!!!!
okay so um I got my welsh translation of the intornet not I don't actually know Welsh so if someone reading this does and it says something that I don't put down next to the little (1) under this then tell me and get sucked into being my welsh phrase translator...YAY!!!
(1) Oh no! This is not good!
Ritnou · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 09:59pm · 0 Comments |
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READ THIS IMPORTANT!!!!!! This is originally rated M on the site I posted it on before. I am going to try and delete all the things that are inappropriote for the this site. IF i miss anything PLEASE DO NOT REPORT IT!!! Tell me I will delete it right away! [the part I mean] I want this is be a simple story that people can enjoy. So please don't report it!
“Thank you for inviting us to your daughter’s wedding. We hope that her firstborn is a masculine…”
Aren’t those words funny? Yeah, I know right, your typical mob phrase. Well I personally don’t like them. You want to know why? I bet you do. It is a funny story really, well maybe not funny but, oh I don’t know. I will tell this story and you can decide if it is funny, sad, happy, romantic, or…I dunno horrific?
Once upon a time there was a…no wait. I don’t like that opening it is overrated. I am going to start over now.
My granddaddy was really truly a wonderful man. He lived an honest life, saving people from cruel fates, as the chief of police. No, really he did. He was a great man who the mayor honored with numerous medals. Okay, so maybe I lied a little! Okay, I lied a lot; my grandfather was backwater scum who constantly tried to get in the mob’s good graces. Now I personally don’t think the mob has any good graces, but this is about him not me.
Anyway, so he did everything he could to get their protection;including marrying his daughter off to a minor mob member. I mean so minor, I bet the head of the mob didn’t even know he was technically a member. Anyway, I am getting sidetracked. He was so happy when his daughter agreed to marry the mob member that he quickly made a deal. A deal I don’t like one bit. She would marry him and have his child. If it was a boy, he would be given to the mob, for payment for protection, I guess. Back to the story, so they hadtheir happy wedding and the stiff mobster comes in with his gruff voice and says,
“Thank you for inviting us to your daughter’s wedding. We hope her…” Blah blah blah that whole thing right? Yeah well he was saying that to my granddaddy. Yeah mine; you wanna know what happened 12 months later? My mum had a beautiful bouncing baby boy. Oh, what fun, right? WRONG. Of course, the mob doesn’t want to be dealing with a little bouncing baby, right? No, so my mum got to keep her little baby boy for about 6 years before she had to finally give him to the “mob mothers”. I guess you could call them that. They are the wives of the higher up mob members. These wives would take in the children sent to the mob for protection and raise them around the mob; this way the kids know the mob and nothing but the mob.
So by now you’re assuming what this tale has to do with me, right? And why do I really hate that line that was fed to my granddaddy at my mum’s wedding? Well that little bouncing baby boy was me. Yes, I was raised for 6 happy years with my mother who really loved me…no not really I was more like her pet dog she showed off to her friends who had children. I got no more love than the family dog, Snickerdoodlesnufflemuffin. At least I had a better name. Want to know what my name was? Yeah, I bet you do want to know. My name, it is Vontell. Yes, my name is Vontell…SHUT UP! It is a perfectly fine name…bitches.
My name is Welsh, okay? Yeah, it is awesome. My whole family is from Wales…except my dad he tragically is not, but wonderfully enough he is from Scotland. Cool. right? I am one hundred percent British! It is my granddaddy who moved over here to America.
Mum would constantly try to teach me Welsh, I can’t say it worked all the time, but I like to think for the short six years I lived with her I picked up on a little. Oh um right, anyways, back to my name, Vontell, in Welsh it means little. Which, you know, is pretty funny right? You wanna know why? Because in all my 17 years of life I haven’t grown past 5’4”. Yes I have lived a tragically short life; no pun intended.
Now that I have once again diverged from my original point, I must stop doing that, I shall continue on with why I don’t like that comment. The ‘we hope her first child is a masculine…’ right, the main reason I don’t like it is because it implies me. Being her first child, I should be masculine, now as you already know I am not very tall. I suppose I am taller than some, but the really sad part is that I am about the most un-masculine male in the history of all time. No, I am not a girl stuck in a guy’s body or anything like that. I am just a scrawny little thing and no matter how much I workout, I cannot gain any muscle.
Personally I think it is a medical issue but whatever. Back when I was six, all cute and innocent with my big doe eyes, they asked me if I wanted to get into wrestling or martial arts. When I asked what they were, they showed me. You want to know what I said to the ‘activities’ I bet you do, my exact words, improper grammar and all,
“Buts, they is hurting each other, Why would I wants to do that?” Of course, at that moment I became the laughing stock. All the other children sent to the mob as payment were happily beating the toffee out of each other. Did they care that I would have preferred to nestle into a comfy couch with a good book about fantastical characters? No, of course not, they signed me up for martial arts right away; which I promptly failed at.
Many, many sports later they just gave up on me, figuring they could find a use for me later. Thus I began my happy life of reading and ignoring the horrible mob life. Once I got through elementary school and started my life at junior high, people started to notice me again. Let me tell you one thing they noticed about me, most of my friends were girls and the few male friends I had were fellow members of the Drama Club with me.
Ah, Drama Club one of the few things I found great pleasure in. I was a brilliant Ac-stage crew member. Had you going for a second there, as if I have the guts to stand up in front of the entire school and belt out in a squeaky voice the songs from ‘Bugsy Malone’ for kids. HA! No way, I was behind stage pushing around the tables and counters and making sure everyone else did their jobs. Yeah that’s right, stage manager. I was the big cheese, the stage crew mob boss. Ha HA…that was a joke. Okay then, there was another thing about Drama I particularly liked all throughout junior and high school. His name was Gregory, everyone called him Greg, though. You know what his name means. It means watchful in Greek. Yep, I like to find the meaning of names it is fascinating because then you can tell how different people are from their name meanings. Like Greg for instance, his name means he is watchful but if he was watchful, he would know I am constantly watching him. I bet you want to know what is so wonderful about Greg now.
There are many reasons as to why Greg is worth watching. Greg is perfect; well, I think he is perfect okay? He is on the soccer team, he really isn’t all that important but he is good, and when he plays goalie only 1 out of 12 shots on him gets in. I counted at the last game, so yes, I do know that. Other than soccer, he is in the Drama Club, student council, peer mediation, key club, and I am pretty sure he is on a teen advisory board at the local library. He has his group of friends he always hangs out with and his equally perfect girlfriend, who I personally detest. She is on the cheerleading squad and has perfect grades. They are the perfect match and god do I hate that.
So every day I spend my time working quietly and reading and watching Greg at Drama, so by now I bet you’re thinking about where exactly this story is going, right? Well it is going nowhere, because currently I have lost my train of thought on what I was talking about. It’s all your fault, you got me thinking about Greg!
This story is going to be about my life; the trials and tribulations of being a book-loving, stage crew-working, sports-hating 17-year-old male with the biggest crush ever on Gregory Alex Chell.
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Right… you know what, I am just going to let you go now okay? Uh we can get into the actual story on the next page. It’s going start with the beginning of the worst day of my life. Yeah, because I think it is best to start bad and hope it can get better.
burning_eyes burning_eyes ninja ninja arrow arrow mrgreen mrgreen
A/N: Okay yeah so this is kinda messed up right now but it is supposed to be a story written by Vontell, It isn’t going to be like a journal but like a story written in his view. I hope you like it. The end was a little, off but it is going to actually start in life time in the next chapter. With segments periodically throughout with his thoughts on what happened.
Thanks to my beta reader Mak Hertz. :] Mak Rocks!
Ritnou · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 09:57pm · 0 Comments |
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