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((I used to make out when I was 12 D:< WITH OLDER MEN! Like... 15 year olds. SERIOUSLY.

I was such a punk.

.... ? I dunno.))

Icarus laughed a little at Terry. "Good times... projectile vomit was what made that party great." He paused and then rubbed at his forehead a little. "But I'm positive I made out with her... I mean, I made out with a lot of girls, but for some reason making out with her had been a big deal." He tapped his fingertips to his lips and 'hm-ed' quietly to himself.

Only Zoe then seemed to deny his remark. He frowned. "But I remember... I think."

Recalling anything from a party had always been hard for Icarus. They were confusing tumbles of youth that he was sure he wouldn't be able to do now and always at the end he was usually either really drunk or really high. That didn't help him with his memory one bit. Though, for some reason the colour of Zoe's hair had stuck with him.

He was quiet for a long time, until finally he grinned. "Ah ha... Ms. Untouchable." Is what he said. "Zoeline... Ms. UNTOUCHABLE." He nudged Terry with a hand. "You remember? There's a girl like her at every school. Really hot, and completely untouchable." He laughed.

He laughed more at Zoe's denial. "What? You just as ashamed now as you were back then?" He turned on his side and chuckled to himself. "No s**t. It IS a small world."

Zoe continued to watch the window, a long expression on her face as she heard them talking in the other room. Her fingers dug into her calves as she curled up more. Another raindrop hit the window and soon more began to follow until it was a steady rain. Untouchable. Was that what she had been? It seemed so ironic to have been known as untouchable when all she wanted was to be touched. Not in a dirt way of course. All she had wanted was for someone to understand her and not see her as the person she put off. Though to this day she could never understand WHY she had acted cold and outlandish to anyone below her social status.

She could still remember that strange joy she had gotten when she snickered at the loner in the cafeteria or the incredibly smart girl who only had two friends when she had about the whole school who'd have fallen to their knees for her. Power. That was probably it. Anyone would have gotten drunk off of it, she was sure. All she had to do was continue to be drop dead gorgeous and 'untouchable' to control people. If she had stayed that way she'd still have that control. But someone had taught her that maybe it wasn't that great. Because of them she had, after high school of course, she let herself be...different.

Finally she heard Terry get up and enter the room. She glanced up from her knees and took the book from him. "Thanks." She said with a gentle smile and turned on the lamp beside her. It only took a few moments before the man was snoring, and she was reading. Her brows furrowed as he snored and she sighed in frustration. Might as well not attempt to read. She positioned herself into a lying position on the couch. Resting her hands behind her head she stared at the window. The darkness enveloped her as she turned the lamp on and tried to relax.

To her surprise it didn't take too long. Her mind grew tired as she watched the rain hit the window and listened to the soothing tip-tap of it hitting the glass and roof above. (Even more strange, Terry's soft snoring made her relaxed as well.) Before long she was drifting off to sleep until she was completely knocked out. Her glasses were still on and she sprawled out on the couch, leg hanging off the side and her arms spread out, head tilted back so her chin reached towards the ceiling.

She'd remain that way until someone woke up and demanded her too as well.

((I had that typed up...hahaha I always type something up and change it depending on Lala's post. XD Silly...

Anyways, I figured since Icarus hasn't fallen asleep yet, you'd be in charge of the morning duties. Duties. HAH. Woo sleep! *goes to do it herself*))

((human buttwipe. YEP. THAT'S WHAT I SAID. *flails around and mopes*))

Somehow, Terry managed to sleep in that same position the entire night. His already scruffy face had decided that it might actually try growing a beard, and it seemed that the little trickle of drool that had escaped his mouth was keen on making its way onto his jacket collar.

When he woke up, he'd have one hell of a neck ache.

Sadly, the whole waking up thing was going to happen sooner than he might have liked. He'd managed to miss Icarus' rather colorful welcome to the morning, and even his shuffling to the kitchen to find food. Any stirrings Zoe might have made escaped him without a hitch.

The somewhat mushy banana that came roughly in contact with his face, however, was enough to jerk him from his oddly positioned slumber. "Whattheheeeeeell?" He managed, bringing a hand up to wipe at his somewhat sticky face. Could have been the banana. It was probably the drool.

Wincing as he pulled his head up to look over at Icarus, Terry gave him a rather tired, irritated look. "Maybe the cripple should have thought twice about getting shot in the foot. You're doing fine, it looks like. What do you want from ME?" He wondered, though got to his feet as he was complaining. "And keep it down..." he glanced over at Zoe, who looked so deep in sleep that she might ahve been dead. For the first time since seeing her, she looked... At ease. "I don't think she gets much sleep." Terry was taking an educated guess at that one.

Making his way into the kitchen, he shouldered Icarus aside and tugged a box of half-eaten pop tarts from the cupboard, and a mostly-full gallon jug of milk from the fridge. Shoving half a pop tart in his mouth, he offered the rest to his somewhat drugged up friend. "Eat up, Icky. You need your strength. Cripples have it rough." He gave Icarus a hearty pat on the back before hefting himself up on the countertop, letting his heels tap the cabinet below. He'd forgotten to take off his shoes.

"So," he said around the pop tart, "Looks like we're going to be taking a few weeks off, aren't we?" He sounded somehow disappointed.

((.......*shrugs!*))

"Heh, she's WAY gone," Terry agreed, glancing over his shoulder at the still-snoozing Zoe. There was a clap of thunder outside, and the rain pushed harder against the window. Morning storms were always so strange.

Raising his eyebrows at Icarus' claiming he'd still work, Terry shook his head. "You DO have those bills to take care of. Having insurance would have helped your case..." He rubbed at the back of his still-sore neck. "If you're feeling ambitious, you could pretend you're poor -- oh, wait." He gave a crooked grin, "You might not have to pay anything."

Lifting his feet and swiveling around, he spun on the counter and slid off, landing on the side opposite the kitchen. The man still had half a glass of milk in his hand, and he took a long drink of it as he followed Icarus back to one of the visible pieces of furniture.

"I dunno if noon's a good time to wake her up... She might need to sleep longer..." Terry said of Zoe, turning a bit red as he moved her legs out of the way enough to sit down. Stupid apartment filled with too many stupid books. "She looks a lot better off when she sleeps. That's probably a rare thing for her." Insomnia wasn't pleasant. It happened more often for Terry than he'd like to admit, but Zoe seemed to have it way, WAY worse. After all, drink enough booze, and you'll be out cold.

Giving Icarus a rather flat look, Terry snapped his fingers in front of the man's face, "Stay with me here, buddy. And no, we weren't talking about anything important. But I DO need a shower or something." He smelled like blood, sweat, gunpowder, and old liquor. And probably morning breath. "And I dunno. It feels like I should be doing something." Going to a bar to get drunk? Maybe. "But maybe that's just me."

(( :> You're so considerate. Just a heads up, I may not be on a lot for next few days...cause I may be in too much pain from getting my wisdom teeth pulled out tomorrow, or I'll be knocked up with pain killers. Haha. Like Icarus. We'll see.))

Zoe had stayed in her position through the night and morning. Even as the two men stumbled around and yelled at each other she was dead. Her body wanted her to sleep as much as she could. A night with sleep was a blessing. Even when she ended up falling to sleep she usually had a nightmare that sent her waking up in sweat. Today though she was dreamless.

When Icarus spoke to her she remained asleep. Though when he shook her she sniffed and waved in front of her face. Her eyes squeezed tightly and she pursed her lips in confusion. Sleep riddled her brain as consciousness seeped into her mind. Slowly smells reached her nose and noises. Rain was falling outside and a shower was running. She smelled poptarts and...smoke? For a moment she thought she was 12 again and she was home with her father. "...pa..." she muttered and blinked her eyes. A dim light caused her to blink again, getting used to the light.

Her hand ran through her hand and she yawned, jaw cracking as she did. Her neck felt stiff and she rolled it around, her surroundings finally coming to her. Then she was staring at a familiar face. Her eyes widened and she jumped back, her heart leaping from her chest. Then she remembered what had happened the last few days and she breathed out. "Wow..." Scratching her head she leaned towards Icarus, almost touching his nose. She sniffed and narrowed her eyes, pulling back and looking to his hands.

"Smoking in my house. Contaminated. You filthy boy." She wasn't entirely sure what she was saying but she glanced over his shoulder to the food on the table, her stomach grumbling at the sight and smell. She hadn't eaten since lunch...the day before. Her mouth watered and she smacked her lips, tasting the morning taste on her tongue and frowning. "Food?" She waved a finger towards it and smiled happily. "Can I?" She was still too tired to form full sentences. "You...your foot..." she began, rubbing at her eyes and yawning again, before stretching out her arms and legs, cracking her fingers as well. "It's okay? You sleep well?"

((Haha later I think she's gonna be a bit more angry about smoking. But she's too tired to care. XD ))

When Icarus mentioned old times she couldn't help but laugh. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around her sides, laughing and laughing. "Oooohhh God..." She snorted and then looked at him, rubbing tears from her eyes. "That was a good one." She said and then licked her chapped lips. "Well as long as you didn't do it in my apartment...." Her blue-green eyes looked out the window. "Still raining..." Finally she moved her legs off the couch and pushed herself up, having to steady herself from the sudden rush of blood.

Afterwards she moved to the table and took the food. "Thanks. Usually I don't have a man cooking breakfast for me. I mean Stan probably would...but he's thumbless." Situating herself back on the couch she pulled her knees to her chest and balanced the plate on them, putting the bread in her mouth. "Whoever cooks me breakfast, they'll get all the love I can possibly give." She grinned playfully over her bread and swallowed it down. "Which isn't much." She spoke under her breath and drank some milk as she glanced down the hall.

"...too bad he isn't a manly man. I know them...he's not one of them. And anyone who is from California can't be that manly. Influential over there I'll tell you. I had a guy friend move there straight as paper and he came back completely gay. I'd watch out. Don't bend over near him." Her eyes flashed as she finished the first piece of bread. It felt strangely nice having someone to talk to in the morning. Sure there was Stan, but talking to him wasn't like talking to someone who could actually understand you.

She grew quiet as she started on the pop-tart. It was also strangely nice having Icarus there. There was never quite an explanation for it, but when she had actually sat down with him that one time during P.E. there felt like there were no boundaries or masks being played. Even now there was that silent understanding that even George never gave her. She wasn't sure if she should say anything. It confused her. Was she supposed to be easy going about the whole thing and laugh about the past? Or was it touchy enough to stay quiet about it.

"Hey..." She called to him, eyes serious. "Do you...think I should," she paused and sighed heavily pulling at her blonde hair, "dye my hair?" Right now she didn't want to bother with nostalgia or anything like that. Unless Icarus brought anything up, she wouldn't. She was like a man in that respect, she hated talking about emotions and feelings and what-not. She never did, and never would. "It makes me look like a whore, right? Even if it's not long...I look like one...a trashy whore. Maybe I should dye it red. I always wanted to."

Laughing again she finished the food and leaned back into the chair. "Do you have bugs in your hair? I mean...you don't wash it right? That's the thing with dreadlocks...why their all ratty? I'd feel weird having to touch those things." Making a face she shuddered and kicked out her legs, allowing them to stretch. "Ahhhhhhh...that sleep was amazingly nice. You know HOW amazing it is to sleep? Do you?" She smacked her head and shook it. "It really is amazing. More amazing than unicorns...if you find that amazing..."

((Dedede...tehehehe *skips about*))

Zoe smirked at him and shrugged, a devious look crossing her face. "No. Nope. All blondes are whores. Everyone agrees." She leaned over and picked up a heavy book, pushing her glasses up her nose to appear more intelligent and scanned the book. "See, look here, even in the encyclopedia it says...and I quote, all blondes, male, female, and even shemales, are whores. End quote. You want to see?" She raised a brow and placed the book before him. Of course it wasn't in the book, but she enjoyed making things up to make people think she was telling the truth.

"I guess I look good with it...and dying it all the time does make it dry..." She appeared thoughtful until he spoke about how he changed. "Ummm...you also turned into a twig. You have elbows like a skinny old grandma." After finishing her milk she ran her fingers through her hair. "I always wondered how some people turned out after high school. Like...that one ugly kid with the six inch glasses like bottle caps. Haha, I swear if he turned out handsome I may really think about shooting myself. Or if..." She trailed off when he said there were no bugs and she frowned.

"Oh...I was kind of hoping there was. Spiders are always the best. They're amazing...maybe more than sleep." Her eyes lit up and she stood up on the couch, twisting herself so she was slung over the back, butt wiggling in the air, and hands fishing for a book. "I even have a book on spiders. I read it ten million times. As a kid I told my mom I was going to be an entomologist and she swore if I touched a single bug she'd beat me." Finally she came back and gave him the book which was nearly 800 pages long. "I was going to go to college...but...things came up. Otherwise I'd be off in New York some where studying these things and making a fortune, not in this hell hole arresting a** holes. I mean, it's fun, but it's not at the same time."

"I remember one time...I was at lunch with all those annoying girls and I had brought in a daddy long leg. I put it in this b***h's hair and I had the whole gang screaming and hitting each other trying to kill it. They never found out who did it either. I told her it was because she washed her hair too much. And she ended up having greasy hair for the rest of the school year. It was the best thing in the world, aside from sleep and spiders. They blamed this one kid. I was such a b***h...I feel kinda bad for the guy...but hell...watching that girl freak out was worth his pain. I think it was those few things that made High School a bit better. Otherwise...I would have beyond a doubt dropped out and moved to Florida."

It was amazing just how much she had to talk about. Even George never really caused her to talk about much besides jokes and dirty humor. She began laughing again, snorting a moment and then stood up, collecting the dishes and wandering into the kitchen. "I think I should shut up now. I never talk this much. I feel my mouth going numb. And it'll be your fault. Also...we need to go see Stan. So if Terry doesn't get out of the shower soon I swear I'll run the dishwasher, turn the faucet on, AND go in there personally and flush the toilet on him."

((Okay, I'm done Lala. I PROMISE. Anyways...I need to get to bed...D: *jumps around* YAY SURGERY.

crying I'll try to post as much as I can.))

((... XD))

At being handed the book that said nothing about all blondes being whores, he raised his eyebrows and in a tone of voice that was obviously not one of believing he replied: "Uh huh. Clever... but you forget. Blondes can't read either." And he snapped the book closed in his open palm and smirked.

"TWIG?... okay. Alright... you're right. I'm a twig. I could probably fit in your pants with the state I'm in now... but seriously... GRANDMA elbows?" Icarus demanded and tried to get a good look at his own elbows. "You can't be serious. I can at least still fight an old woman and win, right?"

"Will." He said. "Will... That was the ugly kids name... I think I saw him once... yeah... now that I think about it." Icarus looked off into the distance. "Will. YEAH. He was tall, dark, somewhat handsome and surrounded by beautiful women." He popped an imaginary collar. "Dressed like a Hispanic drug lord with a great big cigar and a coke mustache... if you know what I mean." He was grinning a sideways smile and his eyes flashed back to hers. There was now way to hide he was joking with eyes that light.

"Will... man, what a kid..." He rubbed at his chin and then watched her curiously. "Spiders?" He just grinned and shook his head at her story. "Unbelievable." He said when she was finished. He held the thick book in his hands and laughed a little. "What the hell... never knew you did that... I knew, or at least, heard a lot of things about you, but never that... spiders." Icarus shook his head again and then sat back a little.

Icarus then stared at the ceiling. "Geeze... question: If you had something you wanted to do so damned bad... why didn't you do it?" He sat up and looked at her seriously as Icarus ever looked at anybody. "I never had ANYTHING. Still have it figured I never will... you know the type: losers will be losers and we'll enjoy the ride." He ran a hand through his hair. "Why would you give up on something like that? Restless spirits never settle." He finished

It was then Zoe announced her mouth was going numb and that Terry walked in and announced something that made Icarus do a number of things. First, it was the initial shock of the statement, second it was uncontrollable sniggering, and third he exclaimed:

"COULD YOU HAVE MADE THAT ANY EASIER FOR ME!" And proceeded to say: "SO. MANY. OPTIONS.... it's mind blowing, honestly." He tutted. "Terry... I should not have to be faced with so many beautiful decisions when I'm all hopped up."