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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:00 pm
Zac gazed out the window at the world beyond, the glass was chilled under his fingers as he reaches out to tap on it idly...
Theirs an oddly bad feeling that lingers in the back of his mind like cobwebs. If only he dared try and peice it together again, but the more he tries, the more it fragments, like some ancient crumbling -scroll-.
It's so frustrating, he sighs and turns away from the window to flop down on his bed, Homework done, plans laid... what -now-, its just not the same without...
Ugh, ridiculous thought. He shakes it away and bites at his fingernail thoughtful.
Back to pondering that...elusive thought.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:13 pm
A certain roommate of Z had been 'missing' for a while. He wasn't outright missing, but he sure as hell wasn't spending a lot of time in the dorm. Or in classes for that matter. It was almost worrisome, afterall when had Demy passed up the chance to go hang out somewhere and pester people? Or hold glowstick parties in the room? The blonde hadn't even cracked a glowstick in days.
The door to the room creaked open, nothing like the usual SLAM that signaled the return of the hyperactive blonde. Not even casting a glance at the other, Demy kicked off his shoes, gave himself a shake to dislodge at least some of the chill from outside, and then quickly crawled into his bed and curled up under the covers.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:19 pm
"...."
He stood staring for a long moment.
Ok, this -PLUS- now glow sticks, was serious. Normally he could at LEAST count on being harassed to perk Dem up or something.
His minion was ill, this, was, AWFUL.
Deep breath, deeeep breath, sympathy was not a form of poison. It -really- wasn't.
He contemplated that forbidden (and ignored) line on the floor, and then the bed with the Demy-lump.
Right, big guns first... then the touchy ones.
He fished under his bed and pulled out his lock box, quieted by the little felt pads on its bottom to keep it from being an audible treasure location, undid the padlock and fished out the glow-necklace he'd been saving from the last round of fireworks and crossed into 'forbidden' territory before working to slide the long thin length of inter lockable plastic under the sheets.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:34 pm
The only sound from underneath the lump of blankets was a rather nasty cough, and then the lump moved to get a bit more comfortable. It didn't, however, ever move to reveal the Demy hidden underneath it.
Any other day the glownecklace would have been quickly snagged, and the glow would soon be seen underneath the blankets. This would, of course, be followed by a rather happy Demy who'd probably be bounding around the room rambling.
Today was not that day. Today all the glownecklace earned was a rather unfriendly grunt and a bit of a push to get it out from underneath the protection of his blanket fort.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:37 pm
A long, irritated stare.
God, he was going to have to -work- at this.
"Alright...what's wrong" He demanded to the blanketlump formerly known as Demy.
"... don't make me sit on you because I -will-... I will also supply quarters to your guitar hero rival at the arcade to get answers from you." He threatened dourly.
Ignoring his glowstick... indeed. God he'd -saved- that one too.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:59 pm
The blanket gave a second grunt and inched away. It wasn't a graceful move at all, but Demy was hoping maybe it got the hint across. Somehow.
No, he really didn't want to be sat on. Nor did he want his rival supplied with quarters...though in the grand scale of things that wasn't all that important either now was it?
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 6:14 pm
A sneekered foot punted the edge of the bed ineffectually and the glow stick got dropped on top of the blanket-monster whom was, outrageously, ignoring him.
"Fine..." He declared and stomped from the room the door opened, closed and there was a pause of several minutes, it might even seem that he wasn't coming back at all until there was another much -softer- click of the door opening and closing.
"Let it be known, If your going to be miserable, life tends to compound on that... " He said by means of a very, brief, un-illuminating warning.
Fundamentally it was highly probably, that Zac was just a jerk on the genetic level, he really -did- have a hard time dealing with other people, even if sometimes he could do an excellent job of bluffing.
And with that, he tipped a whole bucket of ice water, complete with a handful of cubes over the miserable -lump under the sheets.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 6:37 pm
Finally. He could wallow in his problems in his own bed, alone. Maybe even sleep a bit, that could help him feel better right?
He hadn't even heard the door opening and closing a second time, and the warning from his roommate went pretty much ignored. Until, of course, an entire bucket of ICY WATER rained down on him. -That- was met by a startled string of curses and a THUMP followed by a rather loud yelp of pain as the mass of blankets went tumbling to the ground on the opposite side of the bed from Z.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 6:42 pm
Zac snorted and scowled at the flailing, cursing injured damp -thing- flying across the room.
"Right..." He said with finality looking satisfied, another well excited plan.
"Good enough for this -date- nonsense but not good enough to -talk- to...enjoy your 'cold shoulder'" He instructed slightly over normal pitch towards the now floored soggy bundle of misery.
He stopped long enough to scoop up the glowstick that had been -launched- in the flailing tumble...TOSSED it over the bed towards his unfortunate room mate and headed back for the door bucket and all.
HE...was going out.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 6:48 pm
A well executed plan, if one was trying to dig his roomie an even deeper pit of misery.
"Some friend you are..."
Not even going into the boyfriend stuff right now. Just friend. He expected more from his -friends-. Sure, he wasn't exactly being the most open guy right now. But shouldn't that alone be a giant neon sign of something being wrong?
The glowstick conked him in the head just as he had been pulling himself from the watery blanket mess. And it was then that Demy Wright did something that he tried to -never- do.
He sobbed.
And not just a few tears here and there. But openly sobbing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:00 pm
the corner of his eye twitched at the first comment "Some friend you are"...
But he -snapped-... when Demy started crying. He didn't know if he should feel like a -heel- (which he made a point never to do if he could avoid it) or if he should just be angry.
All things considered he thought he did a rather good melting pot. ((not normally he was wrong about such things when it came to his own emotions))
"ME?!?" He dropped the pail with a loud clatter. "I'M the shitty friend?! EVERY TIME I try and TALK you all I get is I'm FINE or you know DEAD SILENCE AND SHIFTY LOOKS But clearly -I- am the shitty friend because I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU EXPECTING ME TO...READ YOUR MIND OR SOMETHING!!
He tossed his hands in the air shaken, shaking his face washed of color but for to peeks of anger over his cheeks. "what, do you...EXPECT from me Hmm? I can't PLAN for things where I have NO INFORMATION!! I just -CAN'T-!"
He slammed his fast off the locker and hissed at the pain he'd just caused himself but largely ignored it in his frustration.
"I -KNOW- something is up, I -GET- that something is wrong, they are PROBABLY connected but ******** A DUCK if I can -DO- anything if you won't TALK to me!!!"
this, this was why relationships were terrible -terrible- things. You got involved, you got emotional, you made -errors-, he should have been more adamant about no date, he NEVER should have kissed him. He never should have let himself... get attached...
He sank into quiet, folding his arms over his chest and bending slightly over them, even a novice psychologist could have seen -those- walls go up.
"Damnit...." He added again and kicked his lockbox... it was poorly secured, and a variety of glowsticks escaped as it flipped over, opened and they rolled half heartedly, un-cracked across the floor like waiting promises.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:13 pm
"I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO WORRY ABOUT ME OKAY?!"
Look Z, Demy could shout angrily too! It certainly wasn't helping his mood. If the blonde wasn't such a rambler he probably would have just curled up under his bed and called it a day.
"You're always fretting over plans and things just never go right and it's probably because OF ME and I just didn't want to give you yet SOMETHING ELSE to worry about DAMNIT Z why can't you just UNDERSTAND THAT?!"
Demy peeked over the bed, concerned at the hiss of pain he had heard...but too busy yelling at his roommate to really show it.
"Plan?! PLAN? This isn't one of your plans Z! It's -me- okay man? Just...me."
And god damnit he wasn't going to cry. No no no. He frantically rubbed at his eyes but the tears just wouldn't stop. Between the screaming and the sobbing and now coughing at all the strain his lungs and ribs were taking a beating. With a weak little sigh he snagged one of the rolling glowsticks and flopped onto his back, not really caring that it was right into a puddle of ice water.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:20 pm
"PEOPLE WORRY!!!" He yelled back. "I still worry about my FATHER and he LEFT US!!" He raged throwing his hands up.
"that's WHY there need to be plans, plans keep people SAFE" He stomped his foot furious.
"Don't you GET that?! I can't HELP but worry! People who like each other WORRY! I -LIKE- you so I -WORRY!- And I like yo so I -PLAN!!- Plans make things BETTER, If my FAMILY had a plan they'd STILL BE TOGETHER!!" He raged his hands shaking, and while he hadn't realized it he'd started crying too, no where near the Demy Level, just a few, he hadn't cried in -years- for the reasons he was now, and still he'd never say the words...
Was this it? People shouldn't worry so they wouldn't get hurt either? Maybe that was the great truth he was missing. Don't worry, cause no one wants it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:30 pm
"Some people just LEAVE man, plan or no...it's not like my family's any friggin better."
The words were a lot quieter now. Subdued.
"But maybe that was the -grand- plan? Maybe, juuuust maybe, our respective parents were -meant- to break up, to go out and find other ways through life. Sometimes things don't work out the way you want them to at first, but that doesn't mean it's wrong."
This was dangerous, touchy territory. But he was just going to dive right on in now.
"I'm glad you like me man, cause I love you, even when you're dumping ICY COLD WATER ON ME."
Ouch, no more shouting. It just resulted in very pained coughing.
"I...j-just hope our grand plan isn't the same as our parents..."
And then he was quiet, except for the occasional sniffle or sob.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:38 pm
".... we'll be -better- because we'll have a -plan-" he said his voice tighter than a guitar string. It was like a safety zone it seemed, there always had to be -some- plan for -something. Even if it didn't encompass his whole life. Their whole life...
Love, the word stilled him, like a grenade tossed into the room, pin missing.
"Don't... say love... a*****e..." He muttered but there was no anger in it, just a sort of long old tired, twisted up and knotted with age.
"Love just messes things up...let's stick with like, ok?....for now..." he added, he didn't want, to offend further, he felt -exposed-
He bent and picked up a glowstick and snapped it.
"Love is too much like these, it goes away, I don't want that, If I'm going to... to LIKE someone... If I'm going to like YOU... I want something better..."
He said and wiped roughly at his face and nose with his sleeve. Stupid...STUPID leaky eyes.
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