#and I was legitimately so fucking shocked I spent the week just fully not believing it could possibly be real
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BTS365 Prompts.Week 33
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Kim Seokjin - Booklovers
You were locked in the university library overnight, while studying. “Hello?” You called hoping there would be some sort of security. 
“It’s no use?” A voice said and you jumped shocked. 
“Who are you?” You said backing away. 
“I am Seokjin, we have met before, remember you were in your senior year I believe,” he smiled. 
“Hey Seokjin, don’t scare her,” a voice said and a bright ball of energy bounding towards you, his hair bouncing around his face.  
“My name is Hoseok, you know me right? we learnt magic together.”
“Oh, do you remember me? We traveled through the kingdoms trying to find the sacred sword." 
“Wait a second, you are all book characters that I had read when I was young!”
“Yes and if I remember correctly you declared we would get married.” Seokjin laughed watching your cheeks inflame. 
Min Yoongi - Lazy
Yoongi laid down in the hotel room after the concert and you laughed taking the make up wipes from the table and gently removed everything from his face using light cleansers and a damp cloth. Once he was clean you moisturized his face and took off his shoes, you helped him change taking the wipes and tried to clean off any leftover sweat from his chest, back, and arms. 
You wiped his feet and legs, tucking him in and watching the lazy boy curl up, before collapsing beside him. 
Jung Hoseok - Son and Daughter
Hoseok was on his hands and knees while his children sat on his back and demanded Hobi horse rides. Hoseok looked exhausted but he still kept going and you saw the way his biceps and triceps had become swollen with exercise. 
“Daddy loves you both to the moon and back, he also loves mummy so maybe he could go give mummy a kiss since he is tired and doesn’t want to play horsey all day.”
Kim Namjoon - Middle 
You were staring at your phone, trying to come up with a plausible situation where you both could be together. Namjoon, lived in a totally different country and he hardly had time for you and all you wanted was to be with him. You asked him to visit being the one who could easily afford it but he was busy with his career and you couldn’t keep asking that of him.
You also couldn’t just leave everything, you didn’t have anyone or anything in Korea. But that's what you did a huge gamble but what could you do, if you stayed any longer you would go crazy without him. “Please don’t regret this,” you breathed stepping off the plane, ready to go find him.
Park Jimin - Left Hand 
Jimin had a tendency to be on your left, whether it was while you were at the movies, when you walked through the streets. You didn’t understand why, it wasn’t an accident because he would purposefully have you switch your things to your right hand. Or, he would take the items from your left and hold them while standing on your left. One day you started walking and he was on your right, it felt odd and he laughed switching sides and grinned at you taking your hand.
Stopping on the sidewalk you looked up at him. “Why do you always walk on my left?”
“Because this way I am closer to your heart,” he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck and turning to face you walking backwards leading you down the street. “I am protecting your heart from anyone who would want to steal it.”
“What if you are the one who steals it?” You said thoughtfully and he grinned bashfully
“Don’t let me, if I get your heart, baby, I won’t give it back.”
Kim Taehyung - Relax 
His duality was insane, he acted like an angel to everyone but those who knew him well enough knew he was playing for what he could get. If he needed something he would swindle everything he could get in his huge grasp. But when you were in need he would look down at you with the devilish look in his eyes and a smirk atop his lips.
You had recently helped him and considered him a friend, enough so that you tapped his shoulder in class. “Taehyung, could I maybe borrow your homework, I forgot to do question four and I just wanted to-” 
His demeanor had changed and you knew that look, “Listen Y/n I would love to help but, you see I am really busy and I don’t like cheaters,” he grinned at the way your mouth fell open in response to his words, he even reached over and pushed your mouth shut.
“You asshole!” You shouted slamming your foot into the back of his chair and everyone turned and you received multiple glares from the girls in the class.
“I am sorry, you can have my homework,” Taehyung whimpered pretending to look scared and hurt, “please don’t kick me again?”
Your mouth fell open and he threw you a wink. You wanted to kill him because now you had to deal with all the girls in the school turning on you.
You left class quickly for lunch, trying to escape and heading up to the roof. You sat there and when you headed back to class you were greeted by your desk covered in unspeakable things. You turned and headed to the infirmary without a word. Like two tiny faucets you felt tears drip down your cheeks and onto the bed in the nurse's office.
The door slid open and you tensed sitting up wiping your eyes and turning to see him. “Relax, it is just me.”
Jeon Jungkook - Tell 
It was no question that you were a loser, hell you spent your days eating lunch on your own. All those stupid teen movies where the sporty and rude athlete somehow false in love with the nerd were a load of BS. 
But when you saw him, you couldn’t help but dream that something could tangle you together with some convenient and outrageous plot. “Miss Y/n would you mind being Mister Jeon’s  partner today, he had to shuffle his timetable and he needs a little help with chemistry?”
“Okay” you breathed and he sat down flashing you a brilliant smile that made him even more charming. 
“Thanks I really need this grade to graduate.” You nodded in understanding, taking him through everything and the formulas and he started flirting with a girl across the room. With a roll of your eyes, you focused on your work and ignored him. 
“Okay time to get to work.” The teacher said and he turned to you confused with a soft smile.
“What are we doing?” He asked and you slipped on your glasses and began measuring the acid into the beaker. “Hey let me help, I really want to. I am sorry.”
You gave him the beaker and sighed, “pour it into the flask,”
Holding the flask steady in your left hand he poured the acid getting distracted and turning back to the leggy brunette. He missed and poured acid onto your hand and you swore loudly he stopped panicking as you ran your hand under cold water practically screaming into your other arms sleeve.
“I am so sorry” He pleaded and you kicked him hard between the legs causing a strained wheeze as he fell “Oh fuck”
“You ruined my hand and you think sorry is going to cut it, maybe if you kept your eyes on your work instead of flirting.” You yelled inconsolable from the pain it wouldn’t stop burning and your tears kept flowing “Why don’t you just drink acid you idiot. You may be handsome but you won’t graduate with the rest of us.”
He was on the floor as the ambulance came to take you away, they brought him with you to get his groin checked out and you were reprimanded for injuring another student. You sat on either side of the ward across from each other, you were given medication but it didn’t fully numb the pain and couldn’t stop your crying and the doctor came in.
“Miss Y/n, we found only minor damage to the nerves in your left hand, in the thumb and forefinger, it shouldn’t affect your life to extremely,” he smiled, “you will have a severe reaction to the chemical and I am sorry but the pain will not go away until the burn has developed and healed appropriately.”
“Please, isn’t there anything you can do, I am going insane,” you sobbed, “that asshole ruined my life.”
“I am sorry,” he whimpered.
“Well, the only way to stop you feeling the pain is putting you into a medically induced coma?”
“So I am stuck in pain for how long?” You gritted your teeth to keep from screaming.
“At least six weeks maybe eight,” the doctor said, “It will heal but the skin will be a fresh pink colour where the burn was and will be sensitive to certain products”
“Mister Jeon, You were lucky everything is fine, she didn’t seem to kick you hard enough to damage anything.” The doctor sighed, “you will be able to leave when your parents get here?”
“I hope you got her number, just letting you know, she has three sugar daddies and switches her boyfriend legitimately every few months. So I guess she will be perfect for you,” you sneered, “use a condom, not only do I not won’t your stupid to pass on, I don’t want you to hurt a child with negligence.”
“It was a mistake, okay? I am sorry.”
“I can’t believe I thought you were nice, I can’t believe I thought because you smiled at me you would be a decent person. Boy was I wrong,” you sighed. 
He left that evening and you thought that would be the last you would see him, but he made it a point to come to your ward and hand you the work and notes and your friends texted him working hard. You laughed, his formulas were wrong the next time he visited. You took it upon himself to explain the problem and he listened intently.
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shih-coulda-had-it ¡ 5 years ago
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this is not a girlfriend (1/?)
Summary: Yagi Toshinori gets the wrong idea about his mentors. It is, as Nana earnestly frames it, of paramount importance that her young charge have a positive reference for relationships.
They should’ve known fake relationships never go according to plan.
*Shimura is Nana’s maiden name; no canonical husband, no Kotarou.
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The thing was, Shimura Nana had never thought of dating Sorahiko.
They had met on the job maybe five years ago, and been work-partners since. Thrown into the same case, and then paired for patrols around the prefecture… the two of them had spent hours upon hours in each other’s space. Nana comfortably labeled him her best friend, surpassing even Megane Akira in best friend level (mostly due to presence, a little due to her level of synergy with Sorahiko).
He had helped her with One for All. Sacrificed a lot of down-time and goodwill with Recovery Girl to ensure that Nana had control over it. Didn’t ask for anything but a platter of taiyaki every training session.
Now, jokes and winks and nudges had certainly been made about their nonexistent relationship. Nana could retire if she had a yen every time someone assumed Sorahiko was her boyfriend, or if her parents hinted about ‘fertility’ and ‘handsome young man.’
Sorahiko never mentioned an interest, and so Nana gratefully moved through life only slightly infatuated with her partner. They’d seen each other’s ugly and ungraceful sides too many times to think idealistically, and had only ever shared a bed once. Because they were both cheap and were loathe to pay for an extra bed in the hotel.
(They built a pillow wall, and they pretended like everything was normal so well, Nana fell asleep between one word and the next. She woke up at the crack of dawn knowing that he’d broken the pillow wall; he’d entangled their limbs together; he was the one snoring weakly into her hair. Thank goodness Sorahiko wasn’t fully coherent and awake until ten in the morning.)
“Toshi-kun,” she says calmly, to hide the hysterical laughter. “Can you repeat that?”
Big blue eyes blink up. Calf-eyed. Guileless. Yagi Toshinori, even at thirteen years of age, is a charmer. “Are you getting Gran Torino-sensei anything for Valentine’s Day? I tried asking him, but he just said,” and here he puffs out his skinny chest and speaks like he’s gargling gravel, “‘We don’t need cheap gifts.’”
Nana gives up the ghost. “Bahaha! He would say that!” And completely neglect to cut the underlying problem, geez. Her young charge believes that they’re a couple. Should she correct him? “What does your mom usually do?”
He shrugs. “I dunno. She and otou-san… I dunno.”
Oh. Nana had done her research on Yagi Toshinori, even though a Quirkless thirteen year old boy shouldn’t raise any flags whatsoever, but even a routine background check won’t look into the marital health of the kid’s parents. She wonders if she and Sorahiko represent a legitimately healthy relationship.
“I could give him a box of taiyaki,” she muses, just to keep their conversation going. Toshinori’s invested in this, she can tell.
“How unromantic!” he cries out, looking for the first time like a doting son. Oof. That sends pangs rattling through her systems. She’s never wanted to raise kids; she thinks she’d be pretty bad at the whole domestic thing. Now, if Sorahiko could be the stay-at-home parent—wait, bad thought. “Oh, but most couples usually exchange chocolates, I think. That’s what I see girls do at school.”
“And do you have a girl? Or boy?”
Toshinori’s expression is pure hang-dog. “No, oshishou.” He brightens again. “What about… flowers? Can guys get flowers?”
She ruffles his sunny yellow hair. “Yeah, buddy. Guys can get flowers.”
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Transcript: Shimura Nana to Torino Sorahiko. February 10th.
SN: Sorahiko!
TS: Shimura.
SN: Did you know Toshi-kun thinks we’re an item? It’s so sweet! [Choking noises, presumably from TS.] Turns out, he asked you about us a week or two ago, and you just went all, ‘hrghh we don’t need cheap gifts hrrgh.’
TS: I—I don’t sound like that.
SN: Ch! Sure.
TS: Did you correct him? Do you need me to correct him? The little brat—
SN: Aw, it’s fine!
TS: It’s fine?
SN: What’s a little bit of bromance? All matters aside, I think we’re role models for the poor boy. Role models in having a healthy relationship, I mean. [More choking noises.] I think it’d go a long way to prevent some resentment towards parental figures if we, y’know—hey, are you okay?
TS: Son of a—no, I’m not okay. Are you telling me we should start a fake relationship for some brat’s feelings?
SN: Yeah! How hard can it be? We only meet each other at the park to train and spar! And for meals out… but that’s because you two are awful at nutrition.
TS: Vitamins don’t exist.
SN: Keep telling yourself that. Anyway, it’s not like he’s ever going to find out we don’t live together!
TS: Ghhk. Okay. Fine. You win. We’ll have a fake relationship for the kid, and once you deem the kid emotionally stable enough to see how people break up and maintain friendship, we go back to a world where we aren’t a couple. 
SN: … Stop me if this is, um, invading your privacy, but…
TS: What, Shimura.
SN: You’ve had relationships before, right? Oh, shit, I didn’t even think about the possibility that you don’t like women. [Significant pause of five seconds.] Listen, listen, it’s fine! I’m, uh, into both, if we’re laying out sexualities, and I’ve been with both—
TS: Okay! I get it! Geez, Shimura. [Clearing throat.] No. I’ve never really—tried a relationship with anybody.
SN: General disinterest or…?
TS: Sure.
SN: Great answer! Very helpful! I won’t knock bed-sharing off the table, but I’ll make note of bed-warming, if you know what I mean.
TS: Has anyone ever told you off for innuendos?
SN: There’s a, snrrk, first time for everything.
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She has an understated bouquet of yellow and red roses in one hand. In the other, she is holding a small, ribbon-adorned box containing two of her very-own taiyaki (which Sorahiko had been chasing for years, ever since she baked them after a case gone wrong). Currently, Nana was fielding questions from Toshinori, whose interest had reignited with a passion.
“So do you wear your ring on a necklace?” he asks, still in the early phase of his warm-ups. Otherwise, he’d be more focused on breathing and persevering.
Her heart skips a beat. Ring. Necklace. Wedding ring. “I keep it at home,” she answers. Smooth, Shimura. Your charge thinks you’re married. She’ll have to warn Sorahiko about the new development. “You never want to risk scuffing gold, eh?”
“Oshishou always thinks ahead!”
“If your oshishou always thinks ahead, she better have my goddamned breakfast,” Sorahiko calls out. Stomping across the field, duffel bag full of gear in hand, her very best friend in the world. Her fake husband. Who upon seeing Nana, comes to a sudden, bewildered stop. “Um.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Nana sees Toshinori pause his sets of push-ups. She bounds up from her seat with a grin, and flings herself towards Sorahiko. He catches her—she links her ankles at the small of his back—Nana kisses him for the briefest of moments. A childish ‘mwah!’ that gets her nothing but a low, strangled noise.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” she cheers.
“What the fuck,” he says against her cheek, dazed enough for his voice to be soft. Good. She hopes Toshinori didn’t hear that.
“Play along.” Sorahiko, despite his shock, sets her down gently. He stares at the box and the bouquet, and almost flinches back when she shoves them toward him. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” she repeats, a little slower, hintingly.
“Ah. Right.” He cradles the bouquet in one arm, and pops open the box. He’s silent. Long enough for Nana to worry about overstepping boundaries, and perhaps she shouldn’t have pushed Sorahiko to enter his first relationship knowing it had an expiration date—he abruptly ducks down and kisses her. Misses the mouth almost entirely. “Thanks.”
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mama-m1na ¡ 5 years ago
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Welcome to the Game: Chapter 1
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The ravenette sighed as she rolled out of bed to turn off her alarm.
It was hard for her to breath as her nose was stuffed, her body was hurting all over, and it hurt to move her mouth because her lips her so dry.
Throwing her blankets to the side, the seventeen-year-old stood up with difficulty as pain rang out in her knee.
Limping over to her closet, the female picked out an outfit for the day before going into her bathroom.
After washing her face, brushing her teeth, getting dressed, and taking care of the raven locks that fell to her butt, the teen walked downstairs to grab an already prepared breakfast made by her grandmother as she headed to the table by her kitchen window.
She spent fifteen minutes eating while watching Youtube videos as the local news played in the living room.
“Now, as of last night it appears that someone has broken out of a prison located in San Diego and police are saying they have no clue who it was. Their records have been completely wiped from the system; however, the guards there all remember his face,” the news anchor spoke causing the breath of the ravenette to hitch as her eyes widened and slowly panned up to the television, “Police are saying that the inmate was not that dangerous but to please keep an eye out for a male who is about six feet tall, with a lean build, with pale skin, shoulder length brown hair, looking to be about in his early twenties.”
Just as the story changed an older Filipino woman walked into the living room to take a seat while the ravenette placed her plate by the sink before rushing back up to the safety of her room.
‘There’s no way it could be him,’ she thought, scratching at her neck while looking outside her window before closing the blinds, ‘Even if it was him, there’s no way I’d ever see him again. I made sure of that.’
Ting!
The text tone cause the girl to jump as she shakily reached out for her phone, scared to find something linking back to the incident she’d so desperately tried to forget only to sigh in relief when she saw a text from her friend, Lyle.
“I woke up late,” it read, as her still shaky hands gripped onto her phone, “So I’m going to get there a bit late.”
“No problem, Hun,” she replied with a smile on her face, “See you when you get here and don’t do anything illegal.”
“Who do you take me for? Kerstin?” came the immediate reply causing the ravenette to snort as she curled into herself, almost forgetting the troubling news she had seen mere minutes ago.
About twenty minutes later another text alert told the ravenette that her friend had arrived at her house to take her to school.
“Sorry for having you do this everyday, Lyle,” the teen sighed as she slipped into the passenger seat of her friend’s car, keeping her stuff on the floor, “I’m getting the Kia when my mom goes to Washington, but until then my license is basically useless unless I’m driving my grandma somewhere with her car to keep my skills there.”
“I honestly don’t care,” the male snapped as he brushed his hair out of his face before glaring at the ravenette, “Where the fuck is your jacket? It’s freezing.”
“It’s only…” the teen pulled out her phone to check the weather before continuing, “66 degrees. I’ll be fine.”
The male only glared before opening his door and stepping outside.
“What are y-” “Stay the fuck there,” he barked, as he went to the trunk and came back with his letterman jacket, throwing it at the female’s face before getting back in the car.
“The fuck?”
“Put it on, you can’t afford to get sick this week if you have a competition,” he replied, finally beginning the drive to school.
“I think they’ll be fine, I won’t be missed- ow!” the ravenette’s head was thrown forward as the male smacked her.
“Rhamina,” he hissed, keeping his eyes on the road, “Do I have to take you to a therapist?”
“You know, I’m going to miss borrowing this,” the female chirped as she slipped on the jacket stereotypically bestowed upon jocks, “but at the same time I can’t wait till mine is done!”
“Why would you miss borrowing it?” Lyle replied, “To make me suffer in the cold without it?”
“You have extra jackets, eat my ass,” Rhamina huffed before buttoning the snaps on the slightly larger jacket, “No, it just feels like you’re always there giving me a hug… It’s comforting.”
“Wow, I really do have to take you to a therapist, don’t I?” the male asked earning a smack on the shoulder.
“Lyle!” the female whined with a pout, “You always do this when I try to be genuine. You know emotions are weird for me.”
“I can always kill him you know.”
“You say that but I actually know people that will,” the ravenette muttered under her breath as she turtled into the wool and leather jacket.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” the female sang with a giggle before scrolling through tumblr on her phone.
The rest of the drive was filled with small banter between the two before they eventually pulled into the male’s parking spot.
“I don’t know why the janitors don’t ever open these gates,” huffed the male as the pair stood locked out of the gates of the performing arts hallway.
Rhamina placed her hands on the gate’s handle just as a gust of wind blew by while the golden flecks in her brown irises made themselves prominent, just for a split second, and when she pulled back the gate opened, no longer locked.
“What the fuck? How the hell do you always do this?” Lyle asked, standing still in shock, “I know it was actually locked this time.”
“And like every time I’ve told you before it was magic, Lyle,” the ravenette said with a small smile, “When are you going to believe me?”
“I am a legitimate witch afterall,” she continued after placing a trash can to make sure the gate stayed open.
The two then walked in before taking a seat at the random lunch table left in front of the bandroom, talking or in Lyle’s case, finishing homework.
“Dude, I for sure failed my AP Gov exam!” whined Rhamina as she leaned on the male’s shoulder, “There goes my 4.28.”
“Shut up, I’m sure you did fine,” the brunet said before lifting up one of his papers, “now help me with this.”
The brown irises of the female scanned the piece of math homework, similar to the paper she had finished in class the previous day.
“Ah, you did the same thing I did,” she said noticing the mistake in his work, “When you factor out the rad. 5, this part becomes a 1, so that leaves 6+1 in the parentheses and 10 on the outside. When you multiply that, it becomes 70.”
“Thanks,” the male nodded, understanding his mistake and fixing his work.
“You know, it makes me really happy to see you caring about your future and grades,” Rhamina spoke with a smile, “It really is a turn around from freshman year. I’m proud.”
“Same goes for you. You actually give a shit about your life now and you act proud of yourself.”
“Lyle, you’re going to make me cry,” the ravenette squeaked with a hand over her heart, “That is one of the nicest things you’ve ever said to me!”
“I remember when I first started trying to talk to you, you would threaten to deck me in the face,” she continued, reminiscing about their first year of high school.
“And you would annoyingly keep coming back no matter what threat I threw at you,” he huffed with a smirk.
“Yeah… I am annoying aren’t I?” she chuckled as a silhouette came into view, “When and why did you start tolerating me exactly?”
“I don’t know, why did you start talking to me?” he asked, stopping his work to look down at the girl with curiosity.
“Because you had just moved here and everyone already made assumptions about you,” she explained with a frown, “They said you had frequently gotten into fights and that you weren’t safe to be around.”
“So you started talking to me for the thrill?” the brunet asked with a raised brow.
“I started talking to you because those rumors pissed me off,” the ravenette huffed, “These trash people were judging you based on rumors without getting to know you… they were judging you for just… Existing.”
The male just sat in awe at his friend’s explanation, never knowing why the extremely quirky and anxious female had started coming up to him, the delinquent from another state, in the first place.
“Plus, I know you don’t believe in this stuff but, I heard you.”
“What?”
“That first time I walked passed you and stopped for a few moments, the first time you told me to ‘screw off’ or you’d ‘make me regret it’. I heard your soul saying that you didn’t want the image you had, you didn’t want the cards you were dealt, and to be honest I was just starting my downward spiral so I didn’t fully understand, I still don’t because I’m not you, but I couldn’t help but empathize,” Rhamina spoke, fumbling in a few places as she tried to find the right words, “I didn’t want anyone to suffer in anyway similar to what I was going through, not feeling worth it, not feeling as if they had anyone to just… listen, at least. I didn’t, and I still don’t, wish true loneliness upon anyone.”
“I’m sorry, you probably think that’s weird right?” Rhamina chuckled, after realizing she was going off on a tangent again, “I just wanted to be your friend is all. I just collect weirdos, I guess.”
“You really do, it’s called being in band,” a male spoke before sitting on the opposite side of the table.
“Good morning, Son,” Rhamina spoke before stretching out her back, releasing a few squeaks in the process.
“Good morning, Mother,” the boy spoke as a blonde sophomore arrived as well, “So did you see the news this morning?”
“About what?” the ravenette asked, silently praying that it wasn’t about what she thought it was.
“The prisoner escaping from prison in San Diego,” the sophomore explained, “apparently they were one of the higher security prisoners but police can’t find any of their records.”
“Oh, yeah,” the female chuckled nervously as she leaned forward on her left elbow, her nails just brushing the side of her neck, “You better not be walking home by yourself, Lee.”
“Wait, the fuck?” Lyle asked as he looked up once again from his paper, “Someone broke out of a San Diego prison? They could be anywhere by now.”
“That’s why it’s so concerning,” Lee replied, “It doesn’t help that San Diego in itself can be really shady.”
“Yeah, have you seen Convoy Street after sundown?” Rhamina chuckled as she began to scratch at her neck once again, “But we should be fine, nothing ever happens in Temecula.”
“Rhamina, for someone with a 4.28 GPA you sure are stupid,” Lyle huffed as he turned to the seventeen-year-old, “Temecula is a quiet, boring, little town only known for making wine. It would be the perfect place to hide, especially since we’re so close to San Diego… You’re taking the bus home today right?”
“Yeah, what does that have to do with anything though?” Rhamina asked as she checked her nails, noting that she’d have to cut them within the next few days.
“How far is your house from the bus stop?”
“Lyle, it’s only two streets away, I’ll be fine,” the ravenette groaned, “Plus you have practice today.”
“You say that, but watch you get kidnapped or some shit,” the male scoffed causing Lee’s eyes to widen as he met glances with the blonde next to him.
“Hey, Lyle, can we talk to you real quick?” the blonde female asked.
“In private?” Lee added, causing the ravenette to stand.
“I was just about to use the bathroom so go for it,” Rhamina shrugged as she made her way down the hall.
Once she was out of sight, Lyle turned to the two sophomores and asked, “What did you want, Jamie?”
“You can’t bring up kidnapping around Mina, like at all,” Jamie said with her arms in an ‘X’ in front of her body.
“Why? She jokes about it all the time?” Lyle asked with a raised brow.
“Has she actually used the word ‘kidnap’ or has she said ‘surprise adoption’?” Lee asked, “There is a huge difference and as to why we can’t say it… I’m not surprised that you don’t know, you just came here four years ago after all.”
“Oh yeah, he doesn’t know!” Jamie realized which took away some of her surprise at the fact that one of the ravenette’s closest friends would say something like that.
“I don’t know what? Can you guys just stop being dodgy?” the brunet scoffed with annoyance written all over his face, though he couldn’t stop his rate rate from accelerating slightly.
“You see when Mina was in sixth grade she went missing,” Jamie explained in a hushed voice, leaning in so the male could hear her easier.
“Yeah, the last place she was known to be at the park near her house, she was supposed to be hanging out with some friends,” Lee added, “A week later the police found her in some guy’s basement in Corona. When police found her, she wasn’t like physically abused or anything but she was really anxious and on edge.”
“They caught the guy that did it as he was coming into the house so, yeah,” Jamie finished.
Lyle was speechless for a few moments but thought back to their previous conversation.
“Do you know which prison the guy is in?” he asked as others started arriving.
“She didn’t tell us that.”
“Guys, why are you talking about this?” a shorter female with dark braids asked as she sat down, looking around for the ravenette, “You know we can’t.”
“We needed to explain to Lyle!” Jamie defended, “He didn’t know and could have accidentally said something to trigger her!”
“No offense, Lyle,” the blond said, quickly realizing what she said could have been taken the wrong way.
“I can understand why she hasn’t told you though,” the Mexican spoke as she took a seat, “I don’t even want to imagine how traumatic that was.”
“What are we talking about?” Rhamina asked as she popped up from around a corner near the table.
“Mina, where the fuck did you come from?!” the darkette exclaimed in surprise.
“The restrooms I normally use are still locked so I used the ones near the gym,” the ravenette explained as she took her seat, “But what were we talking about.”
“Uh, how Eli was being gay in third period yesterday,” Jamie spoke earning a frown from the senior female.
“How about we don’t?” she said as the younger students laughed.
After about five more minutes of conversation, Rhamina turned to Lyle and asked, “Hey, you good?”
“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine,” he spoke being jolted out of his thoughts, “What do you want?”
“Robert just did something retarded again and you didn’t yell at him, what’s up?” the ravenette asked while looking up at her friend.
“I said that I’m fine,” the boy huffed earning a small glare from Rhamina as a cold gust of wind blew past.
“Do you want your jacket back?” she asked while wrapping her arms around the brunet’s arm.
“No, you can keep it for now,” Lyle sighed as he patted the female on the head with his free hand.
When the bell rang the pair walked together until Rhamina came to her classroom and they parted with a quick hug.
“So, Rhamina, how’re you and the boyfriend?” asked the teacher sitting at his table in front of the ravenette’s desk.
“Huh? I don’t have a boyfriend,” the female replied as she set down her things.
“Then who’s that boy that drops you off in the morning? The one who’s jacket that you’re wearing?” the Ap Government teacher questioned.
“Lyle?” Rhamina asked glancing down at the oversized jacket, “We’re not dating, just really close friends is all. No one really sees me that way.”
The teacher only gave a single raised brow and a look that read, ‘I don’t believe you,’ before greeting other students as they walked in the classroom.
When the ravenette’s sibling walked into the room just as the bell rang the male teacher looked up and asked, “Kerstin, can I talk to you for a moment?”
“Shit, am I in trouble?” the darkette asked as Rhamina and their seat mate deadpanned at their friend’s reply to a teacher.
“No, I just need to ask you something real quick,” Mr. Slow said as he opened the door to the pod, a small room connecting four of the classrooms in a wing.
Once the door closed, the teacher sighed before saying, “I know it’s inappropriate of me to ask this as a teacher, but as a bystander this is getting pretty confusing.”
At this point Kerstin was feeling pretty uncomfortable and getting extremely worried.
‘What did he find out?’ she thought, ‘Was it the vape? Or the weed? Please don’t let it be the weed.’
“Is Rhamina really not dating that boy?” the male asked after taking a deep breath, “Because the staff has been seeing them hang out together since their freshman years but there’s a debate over whether they are a thing or not.”
“Ah, well, they’re not,” Kerstin sighed in relief, “I can see where you get confused though.”
“Are you kidding me?” Mr. Slow replied, “I can’t believe they actually aren’t dating they act like a couple.”
“I know!” the teen exclaimed, “They do couple shit all the time and it’s obvious that they like each other but neither of them say shit. Mina is just too oblivious to see it and Lyle is a tsundere piece of shit.”
“Well, thank you for the clarification, Kerstin,” the teacher sighed, “I’m going to be frustrated about this for a while.”
“I’ve had to deal with them acting like this four four years, Mr. Slow,” Kerstin replied, “You don’t know my pain.”
When the darkette returned to her seat, Rhamina turned around and asked, “What did Mr. Slow want?”
“Nothing, we were just talking about how I need to stop being late,” the Filipino girl shrugged before her eyebrow twitched at seeing the brunet’s jacket on her sister.
When lunch came around, Rhamina emerged from the band room with her lunch to see Lyle waiting at the lunch table.
With a smile she tossed the male’s jacket back to him before sitting next to him.
“Did you cut class to get here this early?” she asked while opening her lunch box.
“Just the last five minutes,” he replied, “and you took forever to get out.”
“Well, I was being productive,” Rhamina huffed rolling her shoulders, “Conducting is hard when you don’t stretch.”
“Mina, scoot,” a shorter Filipino female said as she arrived bearing a hot pocket.
“Chloe, there’s literally a free seat right across from me,” the ravenette replied.
“But G-Lo’s stuff is here.”
“Move your feet you lose your seat.”
“...Okay.”
 The day passed painfully slow for the ravenette and when it finally ended she slipped in her right airpod to listen to her usual playlist as she sat in the second row of her bus.
As soon as the vehicle started a text notification appeared on the screen of her phone.
Seeing it was from Lyle, Rhamina tapped on it and read, “Be careful going home today.”
She only scoffed with a small smile and shot a text back, telling the male to focus on practice before the coach made him do extra PT.
She received a middle finger emoji in response which made her chuckle before returning to scrolling on her tumblr.
The bus ride almost lulled the ravenette to sleep; however, she willed herself to stay up due to her massive distrust of all the other students on the same bus route as her.
A few weeks prior, the rowdy, mostly freshmen boys, had caused so much trouble on the bus and almost caused her to get home half an hour late.
In a text chat with her sisters, Rhamina stated that she wished for the bus to catch fire… And she hoped it would be with all of said freshmen in it.
She didn’t hate all of the freshmen class, there were a few that she liked as well as a few she hasn’t met yet, but she knew that for sure the ones on her bus were insufferable.
Unfortunately for the ravenette, she got off at the last stop of the route and the freshmen would not get off until the two stops before hers so she would have to put up with them for almost her entire ride.
When it was finally time to get off the female was the only one left.
‘Looks like Gavin wasn’t here today,’ she thought as she hopped off the bus, giving a wave to the bus driver before she walked down the street.
When she was in front of her house the teen opened her mail box to retrieve the multiple envelopes and parcels inside.
Still humming along with the music that played in her ears the ravenette opened her front door to be greeted with complete and utter silence as her grandparents were at a doctor’s appointment and her mother had taken the dogs to the vet for a check up.
The silence didn’t bother the teen though, in fact she was quite content to get the house to herself after so long of being bombarded by social interaction.
With a smile she left the envelopes and lunch bag on top of the kitchen counter before removing her boots and taking the parcels with her name on them as well as the rest of her things upstairs with a small smile on her face; however, her relief was short lived.
As soon as she opened her bedroom door she saw a young man with pale skin and medium length brown hair laying on her bed.
He wore a pair of blue jeans with a green t-shirt, and a black jacket over it.
Rhamina’s breath was caught in her throat and she as she was met with familiar blood red irises.
“Hello, Little Fox, it seems like you’ve been doing well,” the male spoke with a smooth voice and a smirk on his face as he slipped his phone back into his pocket.
The ravenette could feel her heart beat faster as the male stood up and began walking towards her.
‘Move!’ she thought still standing wide eyed, ‘Fucking do something! Why can’t I-?!’
She was finally brought back to reality when she slapped the male’s reaching hand away before hunching forward slightly to let out a long hiss.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed, keeping her eyes on the male for any movement he made, “How the hell did you get out and why don’t they know that it was you who did?”
The smirk fell from the face of the man before he replied, “How did you avoid getting arrested with me back then? How were you able to give me every piece of information on my targets without leaving your own location?”
Rhamina winced at the realization and her head was telling her to run but she was too stubborn for that.
“So you figured out my tricks… well fuck,” she sighed, backing up slowly still keeping her eyes trained on the older male, “Why are you here? You going to kill me?”
“No,” the male chuckled, “Why would you think that? In fact I came back so we could work together again.”
“No, I fucking refuse,” Rhamina spat, “I stopped playing the game a long time ago.”
The ravenette jumped as the door slammed loudly behind her and before she could even say anything she was pinned between the murderer in front of her and the door that had kept her safe from the horrors of the outside world.
“You don’t just stop playing the game, Kitsami,” the male whispered in her ear as he held her wrist in place, “You don’t stop playing until you die.”
“You know that,” he continued as he backed away slightly to look the teen in the eyes, “You’ve helped me get rid of so many other players after all.”
“I don’t get why you need me now though,” Rhamina spoke trying to avoid any eye contact, “You already know how I did my job and could do it by yourself.”
“Oh, the first part is true but the second part isn’t,” the male spoke with a smile, “Because even if you haven’t been active on the deep web, the truth is you never even stopped playing the game, have you?”
“No, in fact you’ve been honing your skills haven’t you? So even if I just say a name, I’m sure you’d be able to give me anything I needed.”
“You’re really overestimating my abilities, you know that?”
Rhamina let out a yelp as she was forced to face the male who was only inches from her face.
“I know your not stupid Kitsami, plus I heard you were having some money issues right?” he whispered while looking down into the female’s brown irises, speckled with gold flecks, “Well, this time around I’m willing to be giving you a 50/50 cut of the payment since you would be more involved.”
Rhamina was silent with that statement. It was true. Her family had almost no money left and with how the district was treating the band program she feared it wouldn’t last.
“I know you’re careful and that you’re going to have just as much fun as I do,” he continued with a smirk, “So what’s it going to be, Kitsami?”
“Fine. I’ll do it with the 50/50 cut.”
“Wow, so it was the money that swayed you, huh?”
“It shouldn’t surprise you, Koda, I am a fox after all,” shrugged the female as the older male backed away, “We are greedy little things.”
“Here,” the male said as he tossed a box at the ravenette who almost dropped it, “a few gifts for you.”
She opened the box as the male laid back down on the bed to see a cheap thirty dollar, touch screen phone and a black cord choker with a purple gem in the middle.
“I suspected you wouldn’t want to keep any of our work conversations on your computer so I got you an untraceable phone,” Koda explained as he stretched.
“So I see someone was confident that I would agree to working with you,” Rhamina commented with a scoff, “What would you do if I said no?”
“I would kill everyone in that little marching band of yours.”
In a split second the ravenette sat on the male’s stomach with both of her hands wrapped around his throat, not gripping hard enough to really do anything but enough to make herself known.
Her face showed no emotion but Koda could see the rage burning as the gold flecks in her eyes seemed to glow and the temperature in the room dropped.
She began to squeeze down on the male’s throat as she growled, “Even think about saying that again and I will break every single bone in your body.”
The male chuckled as black dots began to appear in his peripheral vision.
“You really did grow up to be so beautiful, you know?” he wheezed causing the ravenette to loosen her grip in shock at the comment, “I see why you chose to be called fox.”
“What are you getting at-?!” she was cut off as the male bucked his hips up to throw her off balance and rolled them over so he was the one pinning her down.
“You look so cute with your ears and tails flicking around like that,” he commented with half lidded eyes as the ravenette was pinned once again, “But you’re still really inexperienced… I can fix that.”
“What the actual- Koda!” Rhamina squealed as the male suddenly dropped his full weight on her, burying his face into her neck, causing her heart to beat faster as she became more uncomfortable.
“I missed you so much, you know?” he whispered, tone changing dramatically, “Prison wasn’t fun and I couldn’t talk to anyone there like I could with you. It was so boring but now I have you again.”
The ravenette knew it was a bad idea.
She knew it was only trouble to get herself involved again but in that moment she saw someone that she could trust.
In that moment Rhamina saw someone she needed to protect in the shell of the bloody murderer laying on top of her, holding her as if he was afraid that she would crumble away.
In that moment she couldn’t help but wonder, ‘What happened to you?’
~~~Fin. Chapter 1~~~
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happynowidiot-blog-blog ¡ 8 years ago
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Can it just be Friday?
For the most part my last weekend in London was fun. Penny and I went and hung out with the boys in Greenwich on Friday night. We originally wanted them to come out to Kings Cross but George is pretty much skint and apparently spent today working. Yes, this is a development.  So, anyways, George will be broke until he gets his first paycheck. We decided to venture down to Lewisham. He wasn’t getting away with not saying good-bye. Penny and I managed to get to the house all on our own and then had to convince George to let us in. He was legitimately talking to us through the mail slot. Other George was apparently watching this but had no idea what was going on. He was so confused. Eventually we gained access to the house and Other George greeted us with hugs and kisses on the cheek.
We then spent a good ten minutes digging through their take-out menu drawer trying to find somewhere that would deliver us pizza. We pestered our George for awhile about what he wanted on his pizza and then got into the millionth conversation of the year about our accents. Other George spent a few minutes telling me that Chicago is pronounced “Chic-caahgo” instead of “Chicaago” (the way I pronounce it) before George jumped in and said Chicago with the hardest -a sound possible and I laughed and stopped arguing. Other George lectured us on the existence of the “imaginary r” in the English language. That’s why the English say “parth” instead of “path”. Apparently. We rolled out eyes and the Georges left to go buy drinks.
Karim, Esam’s brother, was in the shower when we got there and looked very confused when he came downstairs because he didn’t know we were coming over. He still greeted us in typical fashion with hugs, kisses, and pleasantries. Before he’d come downstairs and he’d just gotten out of the shower the hallway was flooded with the smell of clean boy. Attractive, clean boy. Mmm. Penny and I were standing at the bottom of the stairs sniffing and sighing. I was waiting for the Georges to come home right at that moment. Luckily, they waited until we were sitting in the living room willing the channel on the tv to change. Karim sat in one of the armchairs and I claimed the other. Penny and Other George took the couch and George sat on the beanbag at Penny’s feet.
We watched about an hour of Spiderman 3 before someone suggested changing the channel and we all went “Oh please god yes!”. Watching it had been funny if only because of the number of times Penny and I groaned whenever Mary Jane emotional. Karim and I also shared our extensive knowledge of comic book movies (I was so glad there was another geek present). When Spidey goes emo George made a comment about his “fringe” and Penny and I just about died. When the jazz club that Mary Jane works at first came on screen George cheered and I tried not to melt into a pile of goo. During the break up scene we were talking about boys crying and Other George admitted to being a crier. He’s more sensitive then he looks, he said. This is hard to believe because he looks like a teddy bear. An attractive teddy bear, but a teddy bear nonetheless. Our new goal is to get him to cry.
Penny and I went into Other George’s room to dig through his dvd shelf. Not a bad collection but the best part about this is just the room itself. We’d never been in it and the boys were all downstairs. There’s a huge Buddha statue on his mantle and candles on his shelf. There’s an incense holder, a single bed, the only full length mirror in the house, and a hilarious amount of beauty products visible inside the wardrobe. We came downstairs after snooping holding Dodgeball ready to fully embrace our roles as British men. Seriously, we are so not girls. We watched the movie while eating pizza and Penny and the boys drank beer. Karim set to work rolling joints for him and George. At one point he stopped to complain about a long hair he found in the grinder, “No one in the house has hair this long!” Penny and I tried not to laugh or make eye contact. It was one hundred percent one of ours. I’d forgotten about this but the first time we’d gone home with George, Esam had been hesitant about smoking in front of us. Most of the girls he knew disapproved of weed so he felt weird smoking with girls. Penny and I had laughed. Thus, the only girls that had been around that grinder recently were us. Whoops.
I wasn’t drinking but I desperately wanted to ask George for a drag. I didn’t though partially because I kind of hate that I felt like I wanted it that badly and partially because I didn’t want to be rude. He didn’t offer and I do know how expensive it is here. It was mostly tobacco anyways. I’m probably better off not killing my lungs this week. We were watching the movie and at one point Other George and Penny were cuddling. It was just more comfortable for them both the sit that way but it looked adorable. I was crazy jealous because Other George would be who I’d pick to cuddle with out of almost anyone. Other George at one point fell asleep and that was pretty hilarious. And then he shifted and woke himself up a bit but didn’t open his eyes. He literally was laughing at the movie with his eyes closed. That was awesome. Penny and I kept looking at each other and cracking up (or trying not to in some cases). George was a bit quiet but we found out later why (besides the obvious that not everyone talks through movies).
Other George went to bed and George disappeared into his room. I stuck my head in and found him clicking refresh on a some random football website. We ended up bugging him and spent like three hours watching stupid YouTube videos. There are moments when I think about my life like the English major I should be. I notice irony and pick out symbolism and enjoy drawing parallels and identifying foils. I think about my life in terms of plot diagrams and analyse things like most people struggle to analyse literature. I’ve always been very, very good at English. When I was 12, I attended a camp for gifted students at Northwestern. My class was literary analysis. It was three weeks long and condensed a semester of a high school class into this time period. I swear this is entirely responsible for shaping how I think. Anyways, Friday night was one of those moments. The second time we hung out with George and Jules it ended up being the four of us in Penny’s room until 6 AM watching stupid YouTube videos after forcing the boys to finish off the gin and vodka in the room (there was like four shots total between the two bottle. We didn’t know how much of a pussy George was about shots at this point). It was a nice parallel considering that we’ve known him for a year as of this weekend. And no, that isn’t creepy that I know that. It was my sister’s birthday. George is actually on the voicemail I left her last year (as is a bunch of random Swedes but that’s a different story).
It was nice to see George loosen up. Turns out he’s been annoyed with Other George lately which is why he wasn’t being super talkative while he was around. It also explains his annoyed face when Penny was cuddling with Other George. When he was talking about it he did a hilariously accurate impression of Other George. I never actually noticed how different their accents were (or at least I’d never thought about it) until then. We talked for awhile and Jesus do I love when we actually get to hang out with George, not the cool guy he likes to pretend he is or the asshole he becomes when drunk. He laughed his ass off at some of the videos (there was one that had him almost on the floor). At risk of sounding ridiculous, I love his laugh. His whole face lights up. It’s adorable.
We were screwing around on his computer and somehow got onto the discussion of people’s old MySpaces. This led to the not-so-fun discovery of my MySpace which includes a mortifying blog entry I wrote when I was 14. I had to leave the room while they read it. I tried to get control of the computer and Penny literally held me back while George clicked on the link and started to read out loud. I don’t think I’ve ever been more embarrassed, I could have actually died. George and Penny, on the other hand, were dying of laughter. It was this like free-verse psuedo-intellctual poem thing. Oh god, it’s bad. George, after he’d stopped laughing long enough to speak, said that it would actually be good if he didn’t know the context. However, as it was a 14 year old girl’s emo MySpace blog entry there was no way it could be taken seriously. It could have been worse. At least they laughed and didn’t just decide to never speak to me again.
We sat around in George’s room for awhile and then decided we should probably take off. We were cabbing it home as it was late. George offered us his bed again. Well, he said “You can stay but you’ll have to sleep on the sofa. Just kidding, you can sleep in my bed considering you hijacked it last time.” We protested that Esam had offered his bed and he looked so shocked. It was hilarious. We said thank you but we did really have to be up kind of early. He kept emphasizing that he wasn’t kicking us out. He was totally ok with us spending the night. The more he said it the more I wanted to turn to Penny and just say fuck it. It was really sweet of him to keep offering. Our cab got there eventually and we said good-bye. George finally opened the Christmas card we got the boys. It was actually a hilarious card. On the outside it said “Sorry I got so drunk at your party (next week)”. On the inside, it was addressed to “Dear Boys” and signed “<3 the Girls”. George laughed at it and put it on the mantle in the living room. We hugged Karim good-bye and he kissed us on the cheek and wished us a merry Christmas. We told him to have a good break and then moved to hug George. His hugs did not last nearly long enough. We’re not going to see him for a month (well, three weeks-ish). Penny and I were both a tad disappointed but he did tell me he wanted to Skype while I was in the States so that’ll be fun.
All in all, it was a really good night. Out faces literally hurt from laughing so much. We giggled for like six hours straight I swear. We also got the bonding time with George we wanted to badly. None of us were drunk and George wasn’t flying by any means. It was nice to just chill and talk and really solidify the friendship we’re not always convinced exists. He’s so much more relaxed and himself when he’s home. It’s amusing to watch how he interacts with the boys too. Things like right before we left Karim was in the kitchen doing something and George stuck his head in the hallway and asked what he was cooking. Karim said something and George goes, “Wanna make that a meal for two?” So adorable. He then said that he could contribute digestives to the meal. He was nibbling on a cookie, lookin’ adorable. Karim eventually brought him a plate with two pieces of toast on it. One piece had beans on it, the other had scrambled eggs. Karim held a plate set up the same way for himself. Penny and I were resisting the urge to profess our love for the two of them. It was completely the way one of their parents used to make food. You could just tell that they’ve been friends forever.
I also just love being around to observe that house. I swear to god I should just major in sociology. The kitchen is a disaster area. Seriously, no clean dishes at all. The floor is literally covered in random spills and I’ve never wanted to wipe down a counter more in my life. The best part about all of this is the post-it note stuck to the fridge that says “I cleaned the kitchen. You mess it up and I’ll mess you up!”. The number of boys that live in the house has been clarified as five. It’s George, Esam, Karim, Other George, and Leon. Hilarious thing? There are only four bedrooms. Esam has his own room (or is sharing his bed with Karim which would be funnier) and so do the Georges. The only room we haven’t been in is Leon’s which in our heads now contains bunk beds that he shares with Karim. No idea how the living arrangements were decided. Esam appears to be the only one with a double bed and definitely has the biggest room. George is the only one not in school but has his own room. Karim is Esam’s older brother but appears to be sharing with someone. It’s a mystery. Another mystery is what they’re all doing for break. George isn’t going home and neither is Karim but Esam and Leon are. Other George will head home to Chestnut (wherever the hell that is). How did Karim and Esam decide who get’s to go home? I know George and Karim are excited to be in London for NYE but that also means Christmas alone. Before I knew Karim was staying I was ready to miss my flight home so that George wouldn’t be alone for Christmas (that would have led to all sorts of good decisions, I’m sure).
We got home pretty late and tried not to say anything that could be in anyway funny because our faces literally hurt from smiling and laughing too much. This is much harder then you’d imagine. We went to bed and got up the next day and rushed to the Tower to go ice skating. It ended up just being Penny and I who went. It was fun though. I really enjoy ice skating and there is no better place that the Tower of London to go. It was incredibly pretty and wintery. We then went back to the flat and Penny went Christmas shopping while I cleaned up our mess from brunch and tried to nap. We ended up watching four episodes of Secret Diary of a Call Girl once she got back. We then went to dinner and got ready to go out. Shahida was out with her brother so it was just the two of us again.  Coco came over and hung out with us while we got ready. It was nice to see her.
We decided to skip the End of Term party and just go to the Big Chill. We went and it was alright. We decided to check out what was going on at the Social Club. There was supposed to be some Indie concert going on. Yeah, we walked in and something became very clear. “Indie concert” was apparently code for “lesbian night”. Yeah. We were literally surrounded by lesbians and some very confused guys who apparently didn’t get the memo either. It was kind of hilarious. We ended up talking to these guys Toby and Kev who ended up buying us drinks so we wouldn’t leave them with the lesbians. We did anyways and went back to Big Chill. The music had taken a turn for the worse somewhere along the way. I was quickly sobering up and far too drunk to keep drinking. My feet were killing me and Penny was drunk. In short, I was not having a good time. I didn’t want to leave though because Penny had started talking to this guy. I wasn’t sure why I was in such a bad place to be out but I didn’t want to ruin her last Saturday because I can’t keep my emotions in check. Eventually we were sitting on the couches upstairs and Penny started making out with this guy. I opened Facebook on my phone. I am so cool.
I was already pretty miserable at this point and then someone from home’s status was “BLIZZARD WARNING!”. I almost burst into tears. That was the worst time to find out that anything might prevent me from getting home on Friday. The music was still bad and I ended up getting hit on by the old French guy when I went to sit downstairs because I got sick of watching Penny make out with this random. I took that as my cue to get Penny and go home. My feet hurt and I was tired and I just wanted to go to bed. We got home and Penny was washing her face when she goes, “Oh no.” I asked her what was wrong and she said she’d show me in a second. I immedietly knew what was wrong and started cracking up. She managed to get her first hickey in a year and a half from a 24 year old random who break dances, has a US passport, and lays bricks for a living. So unbelievably funny.
The next morning, Coco came over and we exchanged Christmas presents. Penny got me this really pretty gold necklace with a stag on it and a keychain from Harry Potter world. Shahida got me this incredibly pretty leather bound notebook from this boutique in Kensington. They both seemed to like what I got them and Coco was really excited about the cupcake shaped piggy bank I’d gotten her. Coco, Penny, and I then went and got brunch and Penny sent me home to go study. We were supposed to meet Myles for dinner and they ended up coming out to Earl’s Court so I didn’t have to put money on my Oyster card. Shahida stayed in and got pizza with her brother and sister in law. Penny, Myles, and I went to this Japanese restaurant. Myles seemed like he was in a pretty good mood. Dinner went really well. We had a lot of fun and he really liked the hat and socks he got him for Christmas. The socks had super heros and comic strips on them. We couldn’t not buy them for him. The hat was fleece lined and had furry ear flaps. I’ve never seen him as excited about anything as he was about his hat. It was so adorable. The check came and he gave the waitress his card. Penny reached the bill so we could give him cash and he pulled it out of her way with a, “Fuck off. I got it.” It was sweet of him. I like when he’s in a good mood. It’s a nice change. He’s going to come by the flat Wednesday night to give us our presents. He hasn’t had time to shop yet apparently.
I’ve been thinking about where I was in life a year ago and it’s actually kind of funny. When I went home for break last year I spent the whole time talking about T and Ollie and Massimo. Now I’m going to go home and talk about the Greenwich boys (or the Boys O’ Lewisham as we wrote on their Christmas card) and Myles. It’s actually crazy how much has changed in year.
I have four days left and three more finals. I have two tomorrow, the first of which is at 9 AM so I should probably get some sleep. I’m going to need to wake up early and keep studying (or you know start).
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historywhore2-0 ¡ 8 years ago
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For the most part my last weekend in London was fun. Penny and I went and hung out with the boys in Greenwich on Friday night. We originally wanted them to come out to Kings Cross but George is pretty much skint and apparently spent today working. Yes, this is a development. He got a job and we’re very confused. Well, we were but then he told us where he’s working and it made it more sense. He’s bar-tending. In Canary Wharf. Oh yes. He is way too pretty to bartend. He’s going to make so much money in tips. I have twenty bucks on some forty year old banker trying to make him his boy-toy in the first month. So, anyways, George will be broke until he gets his first paycheck. We decided to venture down to Lewisham. He wasn’t getting away with not saying good-bye. Penny and I managed to get to the house all on our own and then had to convince George to let us in. He was legitimately talking to us through the mail slot. Other George was apparently watching this but had no idea what was going on. He was so confused. Eventually we gained access to the house and Other George greeted us with hugs and kisses on the cheek.
We then spent a good ten minutes digging through their take-out menu drawer trying to find somewhere that would deliver us pizza. We pestered our George for awhile about what he wanted on his pizza and then got into the millionth conversation of the year about our accents. Other George spent a few minutes telling me that Chicago is pronounced “Chic-caahgo” instead of “Chicaago” (the way I pronounce it) before George jumped in and said Chicago with the hardest -a sound possible and I laughed and stopped arguing. Other George lectured us on the existence of the “imaginary r” in the English language. That’s why the English say “parth” instead of “path”. Apparently. We rolled out eyes and the Georges left to go buy drinks.
Karim, Esam’s brother, was in the shower when we got there and looked very confused when he came downstairs because he didn’t know we were coming over. He still greeted us in typical fashion with hugs, kisses, and pleasantries. Before he’d come downstairs and he’d just gotten out of the shower the hallway was flooded with the smell of clean boy. Attractive, clean boy. Mmm. Penny and I were standing at the bottom of the stairs sniffing and sighing. I was waiting for the Georges to come home right at that moment. Luckily, they waited until we were sitting in the living room willing the channel on the tv to change. Karim sat in one of the armchairs and I claimed the other. Penny and Other George took the couch and George sat on the beanbag at Penny’s feet.
We watched about an hour of Spiderman 3 before someone suggested changing the channel and we all went “Oh please god yes!”. Watching it had been funny if only because of the number of times Penny and I groaned whenever Mary Jane emotional. Karim and I also shared our extensive knowledge of comic book movies (I was so glad there was another geek present). When Spidey goes emo George made a comment about his “fringe” and Penny and I just about died. When the jazz club that Mary Jane works at first came on screen George cheered and I tried not to melt into a pile of goo. During the break up scene we were talking about boys crying and Other George admitted to being a crier. He’s more sensitive then he looks, he said. This is hard to believe because he looks like a teddy bear. An attractive teddy bear, but a teddy bear nonetheless. Our new goal is to get him to cry.
Penny and I went into Other George’s room to dig through his dvd shelf. Not a bad collection but the best part about this is just the room itself. We’d never been in it and the boys were all downstairs. There’s a huge Buddha statue on his mantle and candles on his shelf. There’s an incense holder, a single bed, the only full length mirror in the house, and a hilarious amount of beauty products visible inside the wardrobe. We came downstairs after snooping holding Dodgeball ready to fully embrace our roles as British men. Seriously, we are so not girls. We watched the movie while eating pizza and Penny and the boys drank beer. Karim set to work rolling joints for him and George. At one point he stopped to complain about a long hair he found in the grinder, “No one in the house has hair this long!” Penny and I tried not to laugh or make eye contact. It was one hundred percent one of ours. I’d forgotten about this but the first time we’d gone home with George, Esam had been hesitant about smoking in front of us. Most of the girls he knew disapproved of weed so he felt weird smoking with girls. Penny and I had laughed. Thus, the only girls that had been around that grinder recently were us. Whoops.
I wasn’t drinking but I desperately wanted to ask George for a drag. I didn’t though partially because I kind of hate that I felt like I wanted it that badly and partially because I didn’t want to be rude. He didn’t offer and I do know how expensive it is here. It was mostly tobacco anyways. I’m probably better off not killing my lungs this week. We were watching the movie and at one point Other George and Penny were cuddling. It was just more comfortable for them both the sit that way but it looked adorable. I was crazy jealous because Other George would be who I’d pick to cuddle with out of almost anyone. Other George at one point fell asleep and that was pretty hilarious. And then he shifted and woke himself up a bit but didn’t open his eyes. He literally was laughing at the movie with his eyes closed. That was awesome. Penny and I kept looking at each other and cracking up (or trying not to in some cases). George was a bit quiet but we found out later why (besides the obvious that not everyone talks through movies).
Other George went to bed and George disappeared into his room. I stuck my head in and found him clicking refresh on a some random football website. We ended up bugging him and spent like three hours watching stupid YouTube videos. There are moments when I think about my life like the English major I should be. I notice irony and pick out symbolism and enjoy drawing parallels and identifying foils. I think about my life in terms of plot diagrams and analyse things like most people struggle to analyse literature. I’ve always been very, very good at English. When I was 12, I attended a camp for gifted students at Northwestern. My class was literary analysis. It was three weeks long and condensed a semester of a high school class into this time period. I swear this is entirely responsible for shaping how I think. Anyways, Friday night was one of those moments. The second time we hung out with George and Jules it ended up being the four of us in Penny’s room until 6 AM watching stupid YouTube videos after forcing the boys to finish off the gin and vodka in the room (there was like four shots total between the two bottle). It was a nice parallel considering that we’ve known him for a year as of this weekend. And no, that isn’t creepy that I know that. It was my sister’s birthday. George is actually on the voicemail I left her last year (as is a bunch of random Swedes but that’s a different story).
It was nice to see George loosen up. Turns out he’s been annoyed with Other George lately which is why he wasn’t being super talkative while he was around. It also explains his annoyed face when Penny was cuddling with Other George. When he was talking about it he did a hilariously accurate impression of Other George. I never actually noticed how different their accents were (or at least I’d never thought about it) until then. We talked for awhile and Jesus do I love when we actually get to hang out with George, not the cool guy he likes to pretend he is or the asshole he becomes when drunk. He laughed his ass off at some of the videos (there was one that had him almost on the floor). At risk of sounding ridiculous, I love his laugh. His whole face lights up. It’s adorable.
We were screwing around on his computer and somehow got onto the discussion of people’s old MySpaces. This led to the not-so-fun discovery of my MySpace which includes a mortifying blog entry I wrote when I was 14. I had to leave the room while they read it. I tried to get control of the computer and Penny literally held me back while George clicked on the link and started to read out loud. I don’t think I’ve ever been more embarrassed, I could have actually died. George and Penny, on the other hand, were dying of laughter. It was this like free-verse psuedo-intellctual poem thing. Oh god, it’s bad. George, after he’d stopped laughing long enough to speak, said that it would actually be good if he didn’t know the context. However, as it was a 14 year old girl’s emo MySpace blog entry there was no way it could be taken seriously. It could have been worse. At least they laughed and didn’t just decide to never speak to me again.
We sat around in George’s room for awhile and then decided we should probably take off. We were cabbing it home as it was late. George offered us his bed again. Well, he said “You can stay but you’ll have to sleep on the sofa. Just kidding, you can sleep in my bed considering you hijacked it last time.” We protested that Esam had offered his bed and he looked so shocked. It was hilarious. We said thank you but we did really have to be up kind of early. He kept emphasizing that he wasn’t kicking us out. He was totally ok with us spending the night. The more he said it the more I wanted to turn to Penny and just say fuck it. It was really sweet of him to keep offering. Our cab got there eventually and we said good-bye. George finally opened the Christmas card we got the boys. It was actually a hilarious card. On the outside it said “Sorry I got so drunk at your party (next week)”. On the inside, it was addressed to “Dear Boys” and signed “<3 the Girls”. George laughed at it and put it on the mantle in the living room. We hugged Karim good-bye and he kissed us on the cheek and wished us a merry Christmas. We told him to have a good break and then moved to hug George. His hugs did not last nearly long enough. We’re not going to see him for a month (well, three weeks-ish). Penny and I were both a tad disappointed but he did tell me he wanted to Skype while I was in the States so that’ll be fun.
All in all, it was a really good night. Out faces literally hurt from laughing so much. We giggled for like six hours straight I swear. We also got the bonding time with George we wanted to badly. None of us were drunk and George wasn’t flying by any means. It was nice to just chill and talk and really solidify the friendship we’re not always convinced exists. He’s so much more relaxed and himself when he’s home. It’s amusing to watch how he interacts with the boys too. Things like right before we left Karim was in the kitchen doing something and George stuck his head in the hallway and asked what he was cooking. Karim said something and George goes, “Wanna make that a meal for two?” So adorable. He then said that he could contribute digestives to the meal. He was nibbling on a cookie, lookin’ adorable. Karim eventually brought him a plate with two pieces of toast on it. One piece had beans on it, the other had scrambled eggs. Karim held a plate set up the same way for himself. Penny and I were resisting the urge to profess our love for the two of them. It was completely the way one of their parents used to make food. You could just tell that they’ve been friends forever.
I also just love being around to observe that house. I swear to god I should just major in sociology. The kitchen is a disaster area. Seriously, no clean dishes at all. The floor is literally covered in random spills and I’ve never wanted to wipe down a counter more in my life. The best part about all of this is the post-it note stuck to the fridge that says “I cleaned the kitchen. You mess it up and I’ll mess you up!”. The number of boys that live in the house has been clarified as five. It’s George, Esam, Karim, Other George, and Leon. Hilarious thing? There are only four bedrooms. Esam has his own room (or is sharing his bed with Karim which would be funnier) and so do the Georges. The only room we haven’t been in is Leon’s which in our heads now contains bunk beds that he shares with Karim. No idea how the living arrangements were decided. Esam appears to be the only one with a double bed and definitely has the biggest room. George is the only one not in school but has his own room. Karim is Esam’s older brother but appears to be sharing with someone. It’s a mystery. Another mystery is what they’re all doing for break. George isn’t going home and neither is Karim but Esam and Leon are. Other George will head home to Chestnut (wherever the hell that is). How did Karim and Esam decide who get’s to go home? I know George and Karim are excited to be in London for NYE but that also means Christmas alone. Before I knew Karim was staying I was ready to miss my flight home so that George wouldn’t be alone for Christmas.
We got home pretty late and tried not to say anything that could be in anyway funny because our faces literally hurt from smiling and laughing too much. This is much harder then you’d imagine. We went to bed and got up the next day and rushed to the Tower to go ice skating. It ended up just being Penny and I who went. It was fun though. I really enjoy ice skating and there is no better place that the Tower of London to go. It was incredibly pretty and wintery. We then went back to the flat and Penny went Christmas shopping while I cleaned up our mess from brunch and tried to nap. We ended up watching four episodes of Secret Diary of a Call Girl once she got back. We then went to dinner and got ready to go out. Shahida was out with her brother so it was just the two of us again.  Coco came over and hung out with us while we got ready. It was nice to see her.
We decided to skip the End of Term party and just go to the Big Chill. We went and it was alright. We decided to check out what was going on at the Social Club. There was supposed to be some Indie concert going on. Yeah, we walked in and something became very clear. “Indie concert” was apparently code for “lesbian night”. Yeah. We were literally surrounded by lesbians and some very confused guys who apparently didn’t get the memo either. It was kind of hilarious. We ended up talking to these guys Toby and Kev who ended up buying us drinks so we wouldn’t leave them with the lesbians. We did anyways and went back to Big Chill. The music had taken a turn for the worse somewhere along the way. I was quickly sobering up and far too drunk to keep drinking. My feet were killing me and Penny was drunk. In short, I was not having a good time. I didn’t want to leave though because Penny had started talking to this guy. I wasn’t sure why I was in such a bad place to be out but I didn’t want to ruin her last Saturday because I can’t keep my emotions in check. Eventually we were sitting on the couches upstairs and Penny started making out with this guy. I opened Facebook on my phone. I am so cool.
I was already pretty miserable at this point and then someone from home’s status was “BLIZZARD WARNING!”. I almost burst into tears. That was the worst time to find out that anything might prevent me from getting home on Friday. The music was still bad and I ended up getting hit on by the old French guy when I went to sit downstairs because I got sick of watching Penny make out with this random. I took that as my cue to get Penny and go home. My feet hurt and I was tired and I just wanted to go to bed. We got home and Penny was washing her face when she goes, “Oh no.” I asked her what was wrong and she said she’d show me in a second. I immedietly knew what was wrong and started cracking up. She managed to get her first hickey in a year and a half from a 24 year old random who break dances, has a US passport, and lays bricks for a living. So unbelievably funny.
The next morning, Coco came over and we exchanged Christmas presents. Penny got me this really pretty gold necklace with a stag on it and a keychain from Harry Potter world. Shahida got me this incredibly pretty leather bound notebook from this boutique in Kensington. They both seemed to like what I got them and Coco was really excited about the cupcake shaped piggy bank I’d gotten her. Coco, Penny, and I then went and got brunch and Penny sent me home to go study. We were supposed to meet Myles for dinner and they ended up coming out to Earl’s Court so I didn’t have to put money on my Oyster card. Shahida stayed in and got pizza with her brother and sister in law. Penny, Myles, and I went to this Japanese restaurant. Myles seemed like he was in a pretty good mood. Dinner went really well. We had a lot of fun and he really liked the hat and socks he got him for Christmas. The socks had super heros and comic strips on them. We couldn’t not buy them for him. The hat was fleece lined and had furry ear flaps. I’ve never seen him as excited about anything as he was about his hat. It was so adorable. The check came and he gave the waitress his card. Penny reached the bill so we could give him cash and he pulled it out of her way with a, “Fuck off. I got it.” It was sweet of him. I like when he’s in a good mood. It’s a nice change. He’s going to come by the flat Wednesday night to give us our presents. He hasn’t had time to shop yet apparently.
I’ve been thinking about where I was in life a year ago and it’s actually kind of funny. When I went home for break last year I spent the whole time talking about T and Ollie and Massimo. Now I’m going to go home and talk about the Greenwich boys (or the Boys O’ Lewisham as we wrote on their Christmas card) and Myles. It’s actually crazy how much has changed in year.
I have four days left and three more finals. I have two tomorrow, the first of which is at 9 AM so I should probably get some sleep. I’m going to need to wake up early and keep studying (or you know start).
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