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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 12:35 am
The loud slam that reached Mike's sleeping ears woke him up.
He sat up quickly in the couch, almost yelling from the fright.
"What the hell?!" He shouted in the air, hating to be woken up.
He then turned, and noticed a girl sitting by the wall, not too far from him.
He sent her an odd look, still being too tired to think properly.
"Bah.." He mumbled, before laying down properly on the couch.
His head hurt badly, beating hard.
He tried closing his eyes, but he once in a while opend one eye,
to peak and see if the girl was still there.
He wonderd what upset her, since she looked ********, I should sleep but i cant..
He thought to himself,
before stretching out his body like a cat.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 6:13 pm
Icea sighed heavily, lost in her own distant world.
Her finger continuously clicked the button on her iPod, skipping through songs.
Icea's heart sank down in her stomach, her brows creased into a frown as the song 'Lips of an Angel' filled her ears.
She felt like screaming and yelling. Wanting to throw her iPod against the wall, she remembered it wasn't the iPod she wanted to destroyed; it was her memories.
Jerking the headphones from her ears and slamming her iPod onto the floor next to her, she tilted her head back against the wall, clinching her fists and holding in her growl.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 1:14 pm
Mike couldn't help but wonder.
"Excuse me. But might I ask what's bothering you?"
He said, calmly - even though he expected a hard bitchslap.
That was usually the way he was treated by girls.
And boys for that matter.
He rubbed his eyes, looking around in the room.
He smiled, and laughed very quietly, as he rememberd the look on his teacher.
End of the silly mind-pictures,
He thought, before looking once again at Icea,
with a questioning look on his face.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 5:54 pm
Icea was hoping that the voice wasn't speaking to her, but... she couldn't just ignore him.
Slowly lifting up her head and putting her arms over her face she said, "It's nothing..."
The material of her hoody burned her raw eyes, as she rubbed away her tears.
She looked at the pile of books on the floor, next to the couch he was laying on.
Her eyes were blurry and she tried not to look directly at his face. She didn't want anyone to see her this weak.
"Oh yeah... Umm... Sorry about your books there. I just... freaked out a bit." her voice was quietly, she didn't want him to hear how obviously upset she was.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 10:00 am
Mike raised one eyebrow, hearing the clear lie from her.
He nodded some, then bent down, gathering her books together.
When he was done he reached them to her, across the floor.
He placed them next to her, before laying back again.
"Next time, try to freak out without giving me a heartattack."
He said, jokingly - with a friendly tone in his voice.
Mike stretched again, before sitting up some on the couch.
He now had his feet on the couch, and his back layed against the handle of it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 2:05 pm
Icea eyed him as he sat the books down next to her.
She had a confused look on her face.
"Umm... Aren't those your books? I don't have any..."
She sighed hitting the back of her head against the wall.
"Yeah... I'll try to keep it down next time." she said, opening one of her eyes, to look at his face for a second.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 1:10 am
Mike blinked.
Then he couldn't help but to burst out laughing at what he just did.
"Sorry, I'm actually a bit too tired to think straight. I apologise."
He claimed, reaching back to take back his books.
Mike placed the books once again by the couch, and sat up straight,
looking at her.
"I'm sorry miss, but you seem troubled. You don't have to tell me why.
But is there anything I can do?"
He said, and it was clear that this boy was old fashion.
He was one of the few guys at school who held his pants up,
while the others had the pants hanging below their behinds.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 6:56 pm
A slight and sudden blush started burning in her cheeks.
"Umm... I don't-You don't need to do anything."
She was ashamed that she was blushing, obviously out of surprise at his concern.
Slightly rubbed her face and avoiding him noticing, she eyed him for a second.
He was actually kind of charming if she thought about it.
"Well... I guess you could do something for me... if you wanted."
She sighed deeply, not really wanting to talk much, but continuing to explain. "But... The thing is-I can't just tell you want to do. You have to be creative. Surprise me. That's how it works..." she sat, staring at the wall opposite her, regretting saying all that.
Great... now he's going to think I'm freaking crazy. But then again... she thought, rolling her eyes at herself and hitting her forehead with her palm.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 5:08 am
Mike noticed her blush, and it made him smile lightly.
"Well.. I actually have something in mind.."
He said, rubbing his eyes some.
"You know, there's a schooldance coming up.. And I was wondering.."
He shrugged, and smiled, as he seeked eyecontact.
He wasn't ashamed, so the blush had faded from his face.
"I was wondering if you might want to come with me.. As a date, you know."
Mike leaned back, looking at her up questioning.
He had a light english accent when he spoke,
And he was calm and secure.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 6:38 am
Icea sighed deeply.
"I..."
She glared at the floor, now she was really regretting saying anything.
Shaking her head, her eyes slowly looked up to meet his.
"I'm sorry... I can't." she breathed, quickly getting to her feet.
Turning her back, she grabbed the knob to her door and stood there for a second.
"Thank you for the offer though... In any other case I probably would have said yes, but... I just can't right now." she sighed, slightly bowing her head, still not facing him.
"Maybe I'll see you around..." her voice was fading, as she walked inside the room and closed the door.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 9:30 am
Mike nodded understanding.
"Yes it was quite a rushed decition.. I'm sorry."
He managed to say, before she enterd her dormroom.
He sighed, mumbling to himself.
Girls..
He stood up, picking up his books, as he left a small card on the couch.
"Sorry. I'm at dorm 62."
Then ge walked away, heading for his dorm,
since he had work to do.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 9:35 am
As soon as the door was shut her back fell against it, her eyes closing with a sigh.
"Guys..." she breathed, rolling her eyes.
Her concentration was broken.
Her cell phone, laying on the table next to the couch, started ringing.
Slowly she realized, she picked up the phone, hesitantly answering it.
"...Hello?" she quietly said.
"Moshi moshi, bijin." (Hello, beautiful.)
Icea's stomach sunk.
She could have almost forgotten about this..
"Uchi... Erm-What's going on? How are you?" she said, putting her hand over her face, hoping if she could get enough out of him quick they could call it a conversation and she could tell him she was busy. She was too flustered to deal with kind of nervous stress.
"Well.. I'm doing alright I guess." as he began to talk Icea shook her head, moving back and forth, waving her hand, as if it could make it go by faster. "Although... I've been quite bored lately." his sigh filled her ear. "I'm able to manage I suppose..." A moment of silence pasted. "How are you, Yoake? I should have asked that first." he said, laughing lightly. "You seem too quiet today..."
She sighed, letting her legs give way to her weight and landing on the couch. "s**t... Everything is getting messed up. I'm just... so ... tired."
"Hmm..." his deep voice was more comforting than silence, she decided, why hang up with him now? "Yoake... what happened? You can talk to me if you need, you know." he said, smiling.
Finding herself rubbing her eyes after telling Uchi all that had happened recently, she was exhausted from reliving it all through her words.
Somehow... it made her feel better than he wanted to know everything and yet... when she thought about stopping he beckoned her to continue.
She sighed with relief that she was finally done being the one to talk.
As Uchi started to spout his concerns, she was rummaging in her pocket.
"Oh god... that's great." she said to herself.
Where is that damn iPod? she thought, getting up and walking to the door. Maybe... I dropped it out here and didn't notice.
"'Oh god' what?" he asked cautiously, slight worry was obvious in his voice.
"It's nothing I've just miss placed my iPod that's all." she said, walking out of the door.
"This is weird... It's really quiet-" she suddenly stopped talking. Her eyes was set on a piece of paper laying on the arm of the couch.
"Yoake... what is it? You ok?" Uchi said suddenly, dragging her back to her right mind.
"yeah... Sorry. I must have... forgotten what I was about to say is all." she said, quietly laughing.
Sorry. I'm at dorm 62.
She mouthed, "God damn it." knowing she shouldn't get Uchi started asking question just yet.
She looked around herself quickly, slightly afraid someone or "Mike" might be watching her.
Shaking her head, feeling slightly dumb, she walked back inside her room, staring at the card and repeating the line over and over in her head.
Sorry. I'm at dorm 62...
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 8:58 am
Mike sat in his dorm, writing his assignment about the second world war.
He was bored out of his mind where he sat, and slightly stressed.
He couldn't stop thinking about that misterious girl in the hallway.
"I hope she got my note.."
He mumbled to himself, as his foot tapped hysterically on the ground.
It always did that - when he was worried about something.
"God I made a fool out of myself. Can't be helped now though."
He said, once again.
Mike had written almost four pages of the work,
as he rubbed his eyes and leaned back.
"Bahhh. Too much studies."
Mike picked up his phone,
and dialed a number to Sweden - of all places.
His best friend Kyle had moved there with his girlfriend.
"Hallå?" (Hello) Kyle answerd.
"Hey you jerk, weren't you supposed to call me last night?"
"Jo, men jag kunde inte.." (Yes, but I couldn't..)
Kyle had after all these years forgot english,
so he prefered to talk swedish
At least with Mike, since they could comunicate better then.
Mike leaned back, and started telling Kyle
about everything that had been going on,
about the boy called Josh - who had been picking on him,
and all about Icea.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:11 pm
After getting off the phone, Icea was still burdened with her trifling thoughts, seeping back up every few minutes. She would sit through a few minute time spans where her mind would wonder off into time, her eyes unfocused and staring at whatever was in front of her at the time, recalling the past events that had led to this unsettling feeling she was having now. Josh.
She shook her head, breathing in deeply, refreshing her mind with the present time. "Damn.." she said, staring at the clock, "it's getting later... but I have to do something. I can't just sit around here and dwell over all this s**t... I can't be alone... Or I'll keep thinking about this stuff..." She stared down at the card that Mike had left her.
She stared up at the door in front of her, her breathe slightly uneasy. God... I really hope this won't be as awkward as it feels right now.
She was standing at Dorm 62, hold a plastic bag in one hand-containing various cans of soda and a few boxes of her favorite sweets in the other.
She knocked at the door, staring at her feet as she waited. She thought she heard movement inside the room. "Hey Mike, it's me Icea... Uhh... I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out for a while, maybe watch some movies or play some video games... If it's too late for you I can come back some other time if you like.." she said to the door, hoping he heard her clearly so she didn't have to repeat herself. The whole point was so that she didn't have to say that to his face, knowing she would have some difficulty with it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 8:02 am
Mike had been on the phone until the time that Icea knocked on his door.
"Hold on a second." - He said to his friend, and put the phone against his chest to avoid Kyle from hearing.
He was just about to ask who it was, when he got the answer from her.
"I'll be right there!" He yelled towards the door, before saying bye to his curious friend - with a promise that he would call him the day after.
Mike went to open the door, and opened it with his casuall smile.
He raised his arm, pointing toward the room as he opened the door - Letting her in.
"So you decided to come after all? Great. I've got tons of movies, if you want. Over there by the table. You pick one." He said, with his welcoming brittish accent as he cleared his room quickly.
"I'm sorry about the mess. My roommate's quite messy. Or well - was. He moved out today.. Something about a different college. Michael was his name." He nodded, before clearing his throat and blushed slightly.
He had been babbling too much, as he always did when he was nervous.
He suddenly rushed toward the videotable, and stood infront of it - hiding a part of it, blushing madly.
Michael had been watching a very large amount of porn, when Mike was away.
And the last thing he wanted right now was to make a bad impression.
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