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[DirtyDishes]

Ȼecil Ⱥlice ℞oland
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Cecil was sitting in second period. She was getting rather annoyed have to hear the same rules she heard last period. Actually the same rules she's heard every year in school. Wouldn't teachers think that they would get it by now. Seriously, sit in your seats at all times. Raise your hand when you want something. Cecil has heard the same rules since she was in elementary school. She couldn't take the nonsense anymore. She rather meet Zane now then wait for the insufferable class to end. It was time to pull out her trusty phone again.

To: Zane
From: Cecil

Dude, I cant take the robotic teacher anymore.
Let's just meet now.
Time for the old bathroom excuse. C:

Cecil snuck her phone back into her pants pocket. Which was actually very hard because they were so tight! She had seen other girls do it but they looked so easy doing it. They must be professional pocket stuffers or something.

Cecil raised her hand, Can I go use the bathroom. The teacher nodded and waved for her to leave. Cecil nodded and got up from her seat and left. Well she wasn't coming back to class. Nope, she was going to spend the rest of the period with Zane. They guy she wanted to spend time with. But for some reason her walk to the roof was taking forever. It must have been the nerves. It seemed like the stairs to the roof was looking farther and farther away. At that point Cecil stopped herself and leaned into the lockers. She needed to check herself. Was she absolutely ready to tell the guy she's liked for years that she liked him. Well, if she was ready to change herself for him, then she was ready to tell him. There was no question about it anymore. Yes, Cecil was now ready to head to the roof. Now it took a couple of seconds to reach the stairs and make it up to the roof. Cecil took a deep breath as she opened the stairs.

She was relieved that she was there before him. Cecil needed to think about what she wanted to say to him. She walked over to the ledge of the roof, she looked down at the empty side walk. Not looking at anything in particular. She was actually in her own world. Just thinking about Zane and what exactly she was going to say to him. Well it all hit her, just be straight forward. She was going to tell him how she felt, and why she changed for him. Then she was going to be the strong woman she was and take what ever Zane was going to say her. That was Cecil's plan. Now she just had to wait for him to come.

[Mumble Ichiro Nao]

Sacha James Ryan




Sacha wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. Kissing her on her head and smiled as he took in a breath and slyly took in a breath of her scent. It was fantastic. It was a weird thing to do and he thought about it after, but it just happened. He looked at his watch and noticed that he was still meant to be in gym. "I'm really sorry Mimi. She cut him deep. He noticed her more than he let on. What!!! I spend every day with you, how can I not notice. You're infectious laugh, you're victory dance, you're cute hiccups. The way you used to blow and flick you're fringe out of your face. Your pout when you don't get your own way. You're cheeky grin. he listed in his head as his eyes gazed upon her angelic face. It was all in his head, it was always in his head. He sighed and looked up at her with a slight smile. They may not have been the physical attributes that she has now decided to present to him, but they counted because these weren't things that just friends would love about the other as he did Mimi. He then stood up as he took the letters. "I can't do that. because as far as I'm concerned you are, and always will be my Mimi" he said as he put the letters in the locker and then held a hand out to help her up.

He felt a tingly sensation as his fingers linked with hers. He had grabbed her hands many times. But this was different. They'd walked through town holding hands, but not linked like this. Why did he do it? To show her that he had noticed, and that even though he hadn't told her. He wanted to. But he can't. Can he? If those letters were from Mimi, which the evidence suggests they were. Then he wants to be with her, even if he doesn't know it for certain yet. Sacha had always said to Mimi that if he found out who this girl was that was sending him the letters, he'd show her love in return. But he didn't expect it to be his best friend. He didn't want to ruin the perfect thing they had going. But what if they were meant to be together? What if they were such good friends to give it time to evolve into what was meant to be. However all of this still didn't hide the fact that the whole time Sacha and Mimi had been friends, she wanted more, and he ignored that. He couldn't begin to comprehend how that must've made her feel. All of the time and effort she's put into trying to tell him, wasted. He felt like the worst person in the world.

"Come on Mymi, lets get back to gym so I can kick your butt on the track." he chuckled as he had made a new nickname for her. He was going to drum it into his head that she was his Mimi, so then he can build up the courage to tell her that even though her hints may have been missed, they were unnecessary. But then that would make it seem like a waste of time. Which some can say it's been a waste of time all along as the'y haven't worked. Why? I'm such an idiot, I swear I'll make it up to you" he thought to himself as he pulled her into his chest as he gently wrapped his arms around her. They fell upon her waist this time, as he felt the toned muscles in her body, and unlike before. In the gym, when he first saw her. It was him who hugged her this time, and was a bold move to make, but the right one. He smiled as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply being lost in the warmth he felt from her body. The smell of her hair and her perfume. He was going to struggle with the new Mimi, but of course, Mimi never went easy on him in anything.

[[ooc: sorry it took so long.]]

[ii AM LEGEND]

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Шhen the bell rang, Justus awoke from a sleeping position he had taken in the back of a pod used for any sort of moved class. How he got there, was a bit of a rebellious spree as well. As the first class slowly tried to pass the time away by talking about the teacher, or the future lessons to come, Justus had quickly gotten bored with what was going on. The only thing keeping him there was Sam, whom wanted to talk about Viva and what was going on, from the text he had sent back in reply to the man. It was a short talk, because the teacher certainly find them to be entertaining anyone. Justus had upnodded towards his friend when he came into the class later than he himself had got in, and when the moment came, he quickly replied as silent as possible while still being understood. "Are you really trying to have a conversation with me about who got more drunk? Seriously?" He rubbed his head carefully to eliminate the pounding his brain felt when he spoke, but no matter what, still found the deep throb there.

He was about to explain that Emmi had changed his appearance to be more of a feminine one when Sam continued, explaining just what he'd seen from Emmi earlier in the day. Was it a conspiracy theory? Did they all just get together and plan it all out? Wouldn't that be a sight to see. He'd been used to the girls they'd been talking about in particular look at cars together, or go out and play basketball on a nice warm afternoon. Now, they'd traded in the sneakers for high-heels, something that he couldn't help but wonder what was going on. "Emmi did the same thing. She's wearing things I've never seen in her closet before. It's like a completely different change. Maybe they're robots." Justus shrugged as the teachers attention once again turned to them, and laughed softly to himself at the comment he had made. When the teacher had asked what they were talking about, Justus simply ignored the question, and turned his eyes back down to the paper in front of him.

It was about then he had made the decision to walk out of the rest of class and head to his car, not even bothering to turn around to see the expression of the teacher. If it came down to it, he'd probably get a detention of some sort in a week or so, something he could deal with when it came to that time. Right now, he needed a small nap, something he was sure was going to help him out with the headache he was currently feeling. But it was when the bell rang to let out for the first class that he woke up with a cold face, as his flesh pressed against the metal exterior of the area. How he'd slept outside was beyond him, but he did know that he was feeling about eight times better than he had. Sleep was able to restart his system enough to make the day bareable, which was a positive due to the long day ahead.

As he stood himself up to head back towards the main area of the school, it was easy to blend in with walking students around the campus itself. While he walked, he had to wonder about the situation he'd found out from Sam. Why were the girls suddenly different, and was Viva's reasons the same as Emmi's? Had she changed for a new guy in her life, too? And who was the guy that Emmi had found herself attracted to? As much as it would pain him to see, he did want her to be happy, and if that meant he needed to be there for her and a new person on her side, then he just had to pay the price. As his steps led him closer to where he needed to be for his next class, he found Emmi, who had been right there at her locker. "Guess who?" he asked, while his hands moved to cover her beautiful eyes from knowing who it was. He figured she'd know exactly who it was, but it was at least a 'fun' thing to do, and he figured he owed it to her to be a little more cheerful, given his mood this morning.

"Sorry I didn't reply to your text. I actually went to nap, and please, don't ask me where. But I'd just like to state for the record, I think I pull of shorts nicely. If you play your cards right, I just might model some pairs off for you. Show you these nice 'gams'." He stood in and awkward position, with one leg half raised as if he was on a platform, modeling off some kind of awesome pair of pants. He returned to normal, and shoved his hands into his pockets. "So, I gave you my schedule so you could tell me what classes we have, and you still haven't really answered me. It's like... You're my secretary, and you're not even sending me my memos. What's the point then?"

Justus leaned up against the lockers next to hers and grinned, and stared out into the groups of people that had found their way to either talking to someone they hadn't seen, making their way to classes, or looking lost during said classes. Justus half pitied the freshman, but was too busy to bother actually directing them to the destination they had set on their schedule. "So, I need some help from you. See, I know this boy, and he has absolutely no plans today! Isn't that crazy? Anyways, he needs some company. I was wondering.... Do you know anybody interested in spending time with me? I mean, the boy, of course!" Justus nudged her and winked, flashing a brilliant smile at the most gorgeous girl in his life. Truth was, he wanted to get to the bottom of things in his own way, and he never found himself at a loss in her presence. Looking around the hallway again, and then turning his gaze back to her, he blinked slightly at her outfit. "So do we share the next class together? I really don't even remember what it is."

[Nosebleed_SpecialXD]

Split me wide open and look right inside
There's so many things that I tried to hide
Oh you see right through me
You always see right through me

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Mimi was left speechless. Things were happening so fast that she hardly had time to think. All she could do was take the hand that was offered and ignore the fact that her heart was rising into her throat. ”Your Mimi…” She whispered it, as if any louder and he’d take it back. He was fighting her on this- she was giving him an out and he refused to take it. He was staying…

He pulled her into a hug, keeping her close. They’d hugged now and again but not like this…it was nothing like this. She let herself go flush against him. Let herself, for once, really enjoy it. It didn’t matter if she stayed there longer then a girl-buddy should, didn’t matter since he knew…finally. Her shoulders slumped as she truly relaxed. She wanted to remember this second. If it all stopped here and they ended up staying just friends, if she had spent all that money-time-and work for this…it would be worth it.

Truth though, she was terrified to think this might be real. What now? Would he chance it? She knew what this could mean for them. Mimi pressed her face against his chest, not wanting to move. This was getting real, and real scary. If he took this chance, she knew, their friendship could be over. In one sense or another. If this moved on they might work out- a chance she had been so sure she wanted or it could make things forever awkward and what they had would get taken away. She hadn’t thought too much about that option about loosing him.

”Yeah- I’ve been working out more. Don’t think I’ll take it easy on you.” She laughed, a bit awkwardly but it still felt good. She still felt warm from him, legs like jelly. She wouldn’t be surprised if he won since she doubted she had any unmelted muscles left in her. She stooped to pick up the water bottles bouncing back up. She was in cloud nine, seriously. Scratch the so called bad morning…all of the sudden it had turned great. Sacha knew and he was still with her. ”This is enough.” She told herself, unknowingly saying her own thoughts out loud. ”Just don’t cry if you can’t catch me.” She twirled away from him- her step having a bit of a bounce while she walked back down the hall to the double doors of the gym.

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Is nothing sacred, is nothing saved?
Your gentle eyes like a razor blade
They cut me open, you look right through
I give it all to you

MIMIelizabethROSS

[XxJessicaelisexX]

Emmi seemed unable to control her potty mouth, fighting against the gym bag that simply refused to come out of the locker. She sighed and flipped it off, amusing to see if you had been watching her. She slammed her locker shut and was about to storm off, when someone took her sight. She was blind! She laughed slightly and touched his hands, on her eyes. “Santa?” She said with a laugh as she turned around to face him. He looked tired, did she look uncomfortable? She wondered what he saw when he looked at her? Did he see what she saw in a mirror? A Fake? She tried her best not to pull on her hair or move it out of her face, she was truly failing however. She wanted to rip it all off and run around in borrowed boxers, clean mind you.

She smiled at him and shook her head. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t like I was hanging onto the edge of my seat waiting for a reply.” She shrugged, like it was nothing. ‘You Liar!’ She was not going to be clingy with him! She smiled slightly and looked at her locker, it seemed dazed. Still making off sounds. “Gym, which we share. However, I can’t be bothered going. I’m going to skip, you can do as you wish.” She smiled at him. Her head screamed for her, just to ask him to ditch with her! She didn’t, she needed to be stronger than that.

She couldn’t help but laugh at his pose, she smiled brightly and shook her head. “Please, you and your chicken legs would lose against a cow.” she said and playfully she leaned on him for a moment, to cause him to move ever so slightly. Like a shove, but gentler. She was never one for hurting him. Unless she needed too. She smiled slightly and looked around them, the hallways were slowly emptying. They had obviously been doing this for some time, as she didn’t see anyone their age around. She checked her watch and frowned, they had missed the first ten minutes, which people usually used for changing. What now? She wasn’t going to go, she didn’t want too. Did she?

It would be fun to see Viva and Mimi again, she hadn’t texted them yet and what about Rachel? How was her plan playing out? She pulled out her phone and decided to send them a text.

To: Mimi and Viva
From: Emmi

I expected this to be different. I am obviously living in a dream world.

She pressed send and looked back at her closed locker, half expecting it to attack her. She leaned against it and looked back at him. “I’m no ones lacky. If you want to know what lessons we share, look yourself Bubba.” She said with a joking smile and handed him the two timetables. She wasn’t sure what he’d think about skipping, lords knows they had done it plenty of times. She smirked as he spoke once more, oh she couldn’t help it. He had that effect on her. “I’m sure I can find some girl, that will spend a time with that one boy.” She smiled at him and gave him strong eye contact.

Had he heard the annoucement, who was he going to ask? She looked away finally and down at her hands. “So, what do you reckon about this party? Do you reckon he’s just doing it, to stop the us from making his year hell?” She asked with a smile. Asking anything, to bring the dance into conversation.

[tear girl]

XXXXXXXXGenevieve Lauren Maxwell
Girl4

I'm only up when you're not down.
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground.
It's like no matter what I do.
Well you drive me crazy half the time;
the other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true.
And I'm only me when I'm with you.

It had been too much, and she'd gone way too far. Sam and Viva had had their disputes before. But never had it been this bad. First off, neither had really ever unloaded on the other like Viva just did. Another thing too, was that neither had walked away from the other. Genevieve felt like an idiot. She'd let her anger get the best of her, and now everything was just...horrible. Worse than before. Completely worse. Having slowed to a stop, Viva stepped to the side of the track, against the wall and sat. No gym teacher would be able to move her, and no amount of pestering from some guy would get her to really do anything but sit there. She felt utterly regretful. And to apologize to Sam wouldn't just magically make things better again.

He repeated his words silently. They had stung, as she realized that her own may have have the same effect, if not one very similar. Had she changed so much? Had she really gone over the edge that far? The questions bombarded her as she sat there, watching the other students' feet pass her, hearing nothing of the conversations, just the soles of the feet hitting the track and pushing off for another stride. Just the thought of everything that had gone so horribly wrong made Viva shake. The tremor was uncontrollable, yet subtle. Unnoticeable in even her own eyes until she felt herself move, ever so slightly from the wall into the lower slump. Had she dropped this low, truly? To dump everything on the one person she was hoping to open the eyes of today and for the rest of the year?

She scoffed. She'd definitely opened his eyes to something all right. Probably just how much of a b***h she could be, as he had so bluntly pointed out. Viva didn't blame him however. Had she been him, and someone blew up like that on her, she'd have said the same thing. "I'm such a ******** up..." she whispered to herself. Oddly, it felt right to feel that way about herself. She'd screwed up the one day she really was counting on to go right. And it had gone wrong, because of her.

Lost in her thoughts, the buzz in her pocket started her. Cautiously, she pulled it out to read a message from Emmi. Oh how right she was.

To: Emmi
From: Viva
I know the feeling. And I think my dream just turned into a nightmare

Pressing send, Viva wondered about how she was gong to fix this. If she could fix this. Looking down at herself, she resolved to stay in her gym clothes for the remainder of the day. With what little exercise she managed to get in before ruining everything, Viva wouldn't stink too terribly, and this way, she'd definitely be more comfortable. With a deep breath, she moved to stand, nearly falling right back down again. During her time upon the floor, her legs had fallen asleep. Just her luck too. Unfolding her legs to keep them stretched out and possibly 'wake' them back up, Viva hoped she wouldn't trip any one. The hope was futile though, as she heard the thud of a body before she saw the face of the boy. Before he could even exclaim his surprise and anger at the trap he'd fallen victim to, she could see he wasn't going to be forgiving about it.

The day had been decent to begin with, and had grown progressively worse. Sadly enough, it hadn't hit rock bottom just yet, but it was getting there right quick now. "What the hell was that for?!" The boy's voice boomed in Viva's ears as the form stood up. She had been accustomed to her quiet bubble of space as she had been sitting there, zoning out. "I...I didn't mean to." her response, both verbal and physical were unlike her. Well, unlike the tomboy her. Never had she stuttered of emitted fear in her voice. But she was already caving in on herself, how was she to defend herself?

[tear girl]

Ząɳє
Boy One
Well, I don't think she can see my crush on her.
But I sure can feel her crush on me.

Zane was actually staring out the window of the classroom when he heard the buzzing of his cellphone from his pocket. Pulling it out, he realized that maybe, just maybe, it would have been safer to check if it would be safe or not. He didn't care for rules as much as most, but he didn't want his phone taken away. And of course, the moment he clicked to open the message, he heard the droning voice of his teacher behind him. "Hand it over." Looking up, and then back down to the message from Cecil, he stood. "I don't believe I will, thank you very much. And before you start, I will save you the time, and escort myself out of the room. Good day."

The approach to leaving hadn't been the one he had planned to use, but it turned out nicely. The teacher was too stunned to call after him until he had already turned out of the classroom and around the corner toward the staircase at the end of the hallway. All the while trying to type out a reply to Cecil.

To: Cecil
From: Zane
I believe I have you beat with outright disobedience, and kicking myself out of the class. God I hope I can switch out of History. But I'll be up there in a few.

Had there been anyone in the hallways as Zane made his way to the stairs, he would have been accused of skipping. And he really didn't know many people who were comfortable enough to skip in public. But he didn't really give a rat's tail about whether or not people thought it was weird or not. He was energetic, even now with confusion all about him. So skip he would, down the hallways.

When he reached the staircase however he had to be calmer, quieter. He had a plan, because if he knew Cecil, which he should, seeing as how she was his best friend, she'd be standing on the farther edge, facing out, away from the building, and away from where the stairs would lead him. If he was quiet enough, he'd be able to scare her. Of course not enough to send her over the edge, as that would prove rather disasterous...and actually really dangerous. But just enough to get her heart going.

Emerging from the top of the stairs and onto the roof, Zane was pleased to see that he was right. Quietly shutting the door behind him, he tiptoed over to where Cecil stood. If he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back, there would be no risk of falling over, right? Of course not. That would be his plan. If only he had taken into account that his shadow would give him away. Unless she wasn't paying attention...

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[tear girl]

XXXXXXXXGenevieve Lauren Maxwell
Girl4

I'm only up when you're not down.
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground.
It's like no matter what I do.
Well you drive me crazy half the time;
the other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true.
And I'm only me when I'm with you.

Torn between wanting to tell the guy off, and not wanting to portray herself as the protagonist and make things worse for herself, Viva found herself moving slowly away, one step at a time from the guy. His friends were urging him on, away from her, to continue running the track. With all her mind she hoped that they would succeed. The last thing she needed was a fight. She could feel the anxiety and nervousness building inside of her. And in edging backward, she seemed to forget that there were still others running and bumped into a few of them. Mumbling her apologies she kept her eyes on the boy she had inadvertently tripped. Soon, much to her relief his friends had gotten him to forget about Viva and move on. Not without a glare of hatred however and a slight, almost unnoticeable limp that she figured he was faking to get attention from the ladies.

Closing her eyes, she moved out of the way and ran the opposite direction on the track. That's right, she ran and made right handed turns past everyone. Sam and his buddies amongst those that she passed. She tried not to look up at him when they passed, but by keeping her eyes trained on the ground, she'd only run into more people. When she did look up, she caught the glimmer of his eyes and then he disappeared out of her sight, peripheral vision and all. It she could just make it to the locker room she'd be okay. The feeling in her stomach made her want to puke. She was disappointed and disgusted with herself, much like a person suffering from bulimia would be. True she was no where near having delusional thoughts about her weight. On the contrary, she was completely happy with her body. What she wasn't too thrilled about was the attitude she had picked up in changing her outward appearance. She may have had right to be angry and frustrated. But she hadn't had the right to blow up the way she did, especially not at Samuel. He had simply been making a joke, teasing. And she had been the one to take it the wrong way. Even with everything she was worrying about she shouldn't have targeted him.

Knowing all of this didn't make Viva feel any better, such that when she passed the gym teachers without a word of acknowledgment and made a bee line for the locker room, she felt the oncoming of tears to fall from her eyes, already welling up and blurring her vision. She hadn't cried in forever. She hadn't been so sensitive as to feel like she needed to. Sappy chick flicks didn't do the trick, and when her dog had to be put down a few years back she had managed to hold back the tears. It was just who she was. But now, in all helplessness, the tears fell as she too let her body collapse onto the floor against the bench. She was horribly alone, and felt that the only person she could talk to, had to have been the one person she would have chosen to piss off just minutes before.

[DirtyDishes]

Ȼecil Ⱥlice ℞oland
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Cecil stood there patiently as she waited for Zane. The only thing that she was losing her patience with was the wind. It was blowing her hair around everywhere. It was totally messing up all her hard work. The wind should be a little bit more considerate. Cecil didn't understand how girls could deal with the wind constantly blowing their long hair in the wind. She never had to deal with such things. She always had it tied up in a pony tail. A vibration coming form her pocket made her snap out of her rant about the wind. She read the text and laughed. What in the world did Zane do now that he was kicked out of class. Well he was always getting kicked out of class but what could he have possibly done on the first day of school. Cecil needed to know that he was coming up. Oh wait! He was coming! Cecil started to get a little nervous, but she reminded herself that it was just a game. That she didn't to get nervous. All she had to was play her best and try to score some touch downs. But she wasn't playing football. So she didn't know what to try to get. Ugh! How did girls deal with boy problems.

A few minutes passed and Cecil heard soft footsteps. It seemed that Mr. Zane was going to try and startle her. Well it wasn't going to work. She felt close behind her, You know Zane, its dangerous to startle girl up on the roof. Cecil turned around and smiled. The wind was now cooperating with her. It was blowing her blond flowing hair behind her. Now she knew how to deal with the wind. Face it. Cecil couldn't believe how slow she was to not have realized it. Well enough about wind. Cecil looked up at Zane who's arms were a bit slightly raised. Was there a reason for that? Who knew.

The time has come for Cecil to be serious. She looked at Zane, dead straight into his gorgeous colored eyes. There was not turning back now. So, you noticed the look and I told you I did it all for a guy. Well let me tell you about him. Cecil swallowed as she felt this huge lump in her mouth. She was nervous, her hands trembling slightly. This guy is absolutely amazing. He's always been there for me and has never let me down. I believe we can talk on the phone for hours and never run out of things to say to each other. Cecil took a little pause to see if Zane was getting, she continued, We have so much in common. He's incredibly sweet and has never gotten me mad. You can definitely say that I really like this guy. Cecil was done describing Zane, but would he know that she was describing him. Can you take a stab at who it is? Cecil looked at him, ready for him to call out his name.

[tear girl]

Ząɳє
Boy One
Well, I don't think she can see my crush on her.
But I sure can feel her crush on me.

By the time he had gotten close enough to her, Cecil had begun to speak and a frown crawled upon his face. "That may be true, but you know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?" He said with a slight grin, which only grew when she turned around. He still couldn't get over the fact that she looked so beautiful. And with the whole effect of having the wind in her face, blowing her hair back, she looked flawless.

Before he could tell her so however, she spoke again, this time looking at him with a look of seriousness. Zane slowly lost all urge as to make a joke or say something silly. She was being completely serious and he needed to respect that. Besides, he wanted to hear about this guy. The more she talked, the closer he got to the truth of things. And at the point where she paused, it finally hit him. Cecil had changed for him. Cecil had done all of this to make a point that she liked him. That she really liked him.

Could he be right in his conclusion in this? They did talk on the phone for hours, and he'd been there for her whenever she needed someone. But she'd done the same for him. And though it was true that he couldn't remember a time that she had gotten mad at him, or even around him, he didn't want to believe it. There wasn't anything wrong with the idea that she liked him. That wasn't the issue at all. What he couldn't understand was why she could think that she'd have to change and look different to express this to him. "Would I be right in saying that this guy is also a sucker for any video game where he can kill something, and that his best friend in the entire world is known for kicking butt at every sport known to man?"

Zane was beating around the bush. He had to because, for some reason, the longer he prolonged the actual fact that his best friend for years was just now admitting his feelings for him, the more time he had to let it sink in. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, or what he was beginning to realize. But it all made sense. The countless hours they'd spent together, getting to know each other better with each and every day spent wreaking havoc in the skate parks and school classrooms. The way she seemed to always be happy when he was around. The way she'd always found ways to cheer him up if he was ever not. Mostly, the way she had just spoken about him. She could tell it was nerve-wrecking, but she'd said everything with such clarity and confidence, like nothing could change her mind about who he was. It was clear, Cecil was truly admitting that she had feelings for the boy. The idiotic boy who had never seen it before a change in appearance. "Would I be right in saying that I am a complete failure for not realizing it any sooner? he asked, his voice a mere whisper as he looked up into her mesmerizing eyes, vibrant as ever.

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[DirtyDishes]

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She very well knew that Zane would never do anything to hurt her. I know that very well, but better safe than sorry right. She winked at him. Zane would put himself at risk to help her not get hurt. Cecil remembered a time when they were skateboarding and there was a rock in her path. Well she wasn't paying attention and he was. Zane zoomed right pass her so he could catch the rock in her place. That was just one example, he's had many heroic times.

Cecil was pretty much holding her breath as she waited for Zane to answer. She secretly said a silent prayer as she waited. He then finished describing the guy. He got it. He really really got it. Cecil couldn't help but smile as he mentioned the video games. Yes, he was such a gamer. Her heart was beating so fast at that point. What was he going to say next, was he going to reciprocate her feelings. Cecil only hoped so. She hoped that the next words to come out of his mouth would be "I like you too", but sadly it wasn't. He just asked if he was a failure for being so slow. Cecil could only chuckle. Yes, very much so. So what are you going to do about it? She asked very boldly. Cecil really needed to know his feelings now. So, how do you feel about me. She kept staring deep into his gorgeous colored eyes. Again, it was time for Cecil to hold her breath. The only thing Cecil hoped for was not breaking down crying if he didn't like her. It would actually be the first time she would ever cry.

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[tear girl]

Ząɳє
Boy One
Well, I don't think she can see my crush on her.
But I sure can feel her crush on me.

He couldn't help but smile, ever so slightly at her response, both about not letting her get hurt, as well as about his stupidity. It proved that he was right in assuming this guy she described was himself. Him, Zane, the best friend for all these years. How could he have not seen it? How could he have bypassed all of her hints? Moreover, did he like her back? Of course he did. She was his best friend, the one who knew more about himself than he did. She remembered more about their friendship than he did, and now that he thought about it, it didn't phase him that she thought more of it than he had.

But how was he supposed to answer that question? Anything other than an II like you too" would more than likely disappoint Cecil, Zane knew this. Any idiot, no matter how severely clueless they were, would know that an outright denial of reciprocal feelings would result in disappointment and very possibly humiliation and embarrassment. He couldn't do that to Cecil.
But could he tell her something he wasn't sure about?

It was true that he cared deeply for the girl. They were best friends and shared every secret and helped each other with everything they had ever come across during the course of their friendship. But did he like her the way she was confessing that she liked him? Zane had to admit that her appearance today had drawn him to her in a way that he'd never experienced with her before. They'd clicked in the beginning because, like she mentioned, they had so much in common and because she was so easy to be around. She wasn't the prissy fragile girl most females were. That was what had sparked the friendship in his eyes.

And...now that she was dressed differently, he was attracted to her? That wasn't right. "Cecil, you're my best friend. My closest friend and confidant. I care a lot about you, and today, I have to be honest, you stunned me with your appearance. In such a way that I had a hard time understanding why. I still don't really get it. I mean, yes, I took forever in getting the hint that you...that you like me. But Cecil? Why change yourself for me? I love that you spent the time and effort to look as amazing as you do, but you didn't have to change for me. I like that you prefer sweats to skirts and gore and guts in a movie compared to chick flicks. I like you so much more than just for your pretty face and fancy hair do." He paused, momentarily before starting up again, unsure about how well he was getting his point across. "I think I like you too, I mean, really like you. But I'm not sure if it's just the look or not, and that wouldn't be fair to you..." The words were spoken, and he knew they came out the wrong way. How was he going to make them come out the right way? "I mean, I think I've liked you all along, but if it was a look that took for that to make itself apparent to me, I don't know. Is that right?"

Zane looked back up at Cecil, confused, even more so by what he had just said, as opposed to what he had previously been thinking. The entire thing was causing him to flip himself upside down and all the way around to try and think of something right to say. So far...what was right, hadn't come to him just yet.

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Cecil listened to Zane quietly and intently. She mostly waiting for the words, "I like you too", and they finally came. But it wasn't the way she wanted them to come out. The word "maybe" was placed in front of it. That really crushed her heart. Cecil turned her back on Zane and walked to the ledge. She leaned on it and continue to listen to Zane speak. All the while trying not to cry, but a single tear escaped her eyes and the rest just kept flowing out. Cecil was upset that Zane said maybe but she was crying because she did something really stupid. She pretty much just screwed up her chances with him by changing. Cecil at first really didn't want to change but she really wanted to catch his attention.

Cecil wiped the tears from her face, sniffling a little. All her make-up was down the drain, she noticed her hand covered in black gook. The gook that was on her face was now smothered all over her hands. Cecil just sighed, today was turning into a dandy day. Well Cecil needed to say something. She cleared her throat, her back still turned to him. You know, I believe the reason why I changed was because it was taking you so long to notice. I wanted to show you how much I really care for you. The extremes I will go for you, because you always go to the extremes for me. Cecil cleared her throat again because she was chocking up again. Maybe doing this change was a bit too much, because I put you in a bad situation. You've finally noticed my feelings for you and possibly the feelings you have for me, but only because oh how I look. I absolutely wont have you liking me for my hair. She joked and giggled.

Well, Cecil had to admit one thing to herself. She really did how she looked this morning. For once in her life she felt really pretty and she didn't feel like just one of the boys. So maybe the look wasn't so bad after all. She could probably work something out with her mother tomorrow that can have a mixture of comfy and girly. If there was such a thing her mother would know. Also know how to put her hair up without it looking bad. Maybe if Cecil dressed like her usual self and just a bit of flare to it Zane would like it better. It really struck Cecil that all this time and half of summer she spent the whole time thinking about ways to please Zane. And she wasn't thinking about herself at all. All that time she could have though of ways to compromise the looks. Cecil really felt like an idiot for falling soo hard for guy, but she felt he was worth it.

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His steady feet where like a beat on the gym floor, all he needed was some drums and he could make a song. He knew if he stopped and someone handed him a pen and a piece of paper, he could write a song. Purely based on how he was feeling at the moment. He had walked away from her, simply to stop himself shouting at her. He didn’t want to do that, least of all in front of the whole class, like she had to him. He had more respect for her than that, he didn’t want to embarrasses her. Why had she wanted to do it to him? He sighed as he tried to focus himself into the current conversation, that his friends were having. They were discussing the tomboys new luck and how it was effecting them. Sam screwed his nose up in disgust, he really hadn’t needed to know any of that. He dropped back slightly, allowing himself to get lost in his head.

He saw a pair of feet, running the wrong way and curiosity got the better of him. He looked up and at that moment, his eyes met hers. He was speechless, not because she looked upset and not because she looked on the verge of tears. He was speechless because he had only just realised how beautiful her eyes were, how they seemed to hold the world within them and be able to keep him hooked. Why hadn’t he clocked on before? Why was it now he was only realising her true beauty, when it had been there all along. He frowned and stopped running, people be hide him ran into him. He frowned and turned around, they were about to shout at him, then saw his expression and simply jogged on.

He walked out, listening to his footsteps and his heart beat, with every step. He took a swallow breath, and sighed. Had she changed for him? It was a sickening thought, why had she felt the need to do so. What if she hadn’t and he asked her? He’d seem like a fool. He sighed and ran a hand through his head, did she shout at him because she was frustrated? Frustrated he hadn’t figured it out? He heard the announcement of course he did, and with Viva’s new look. She would be swapping up offers, Sam didn’t like the idea of that. He walked the way he knew she would of gone. How did he know? Simple. He had seen her go that way, he wasn’t a mind reader. He had witnessed it with his own eyes.

He stood outside the girls changing room door for some time, prepping himself to push it open. Praying no one else was in there, he knocked and then pushed the door open. His eyes fell on her and her wet face, he frowned and just stood there, saying nothing. Just watching her like a mindless zombie. “I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” He simply said and looked at the new her, she even felt different to be around, why was that? Things began to make sense, why she put up with all his s**t, whilst others just swept it under the rug and didn’t talk about it. He couldn’t say he had it for sure, maybe he was wrong. Time would tell. He wasn’t closing the book just yet. This may have nothing to do with him.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You didn’t need to change anything about yourself Viva. I’m sort of missing the baggy slacks and the ‘I’ll kick your arse attitude.’ Is this the you, you want to be now?” He asked, looking at her. He wanted to understand, he wanted to help. He was her best friend after all. “Just so you know though, I always thought you were beautiful. Most of the time, I didn’t understand why you put up with me. But I think I’ve figured it out. Only, I don’t want to say anything, for the risk of sounding like a bigger arse than I already am…” He said and bite his lower lip. It was the first day back at school and already they were all clocking on, they were smart lads after all. “You’re a diamond in a hay sack…” He said and laughed. “Wait, that’s not right…but you get the picture.” He smiled. He didn’t come in any closer, in case she told him to get out. He was in the girls locker room after all.

[tear girl]

Ząɳє
Boy One
Well, I don't think she can see my crush on her.
But I sure can feel her crush on me.

When Cecil turned from him, Zane felt himself shatter a bit inside. He was going about this all the wrong way. And she was telling him that. By the simple turn away from him, he heard her. He exhaled, racking his brain to find something worth saying, something right to say. But nothing truly came to mind. Nothing he found that was right. When she turned back around, Zane felt himself completely break. He'd made her cry. Not only that, but it was ruining her make-up and the look that, she now confessed, had been the goal of all her effort this morning, as well as just in changing herself. God he felt like and idiot. A great big stupid one, however redundant it was to think of such a thing.

"I truly am sorry..." he started, cautiously taking a step toward his friend. "I really am. To make you do something...that's out of your character. It wasn't right of me. And I wish it hadn't come to this." Hesitantly he brought his eyes to hers, scared as to what emotions he would find in them. "You look beautiful, whether dolled up or not Cecil, you have to believe that. And if it makes you happy to dress yourself up, by all means, go for it. But the Cecil I know is the one who does things for herself, the one who dresses to show others that it doesn't matter what the latest trends are, because you set your own, even if they are only for yourself." His lips formed a smile as his words lifted in tone. He wanted to say this the right way, to not screw up anymore. "I know I don't just like you for your hair, because you're so much more than a pretty face. To be honest, I fell in love with your easy going attitude and mood-lifting laughter. It's things like those that made us such good friends to begin with. You didn't have to change unless it really was for you."

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[[bahhh, shorttt >.< sorry!]]