Meltdown.
anda are having a meltdown and your face is failing to hide it. Your lips are part, your eyes widen all because of this guy standing before you. In all his Captain American (your nickname for him) Glory with his, what anda just notice, large hands griping your umbrella. anda glanced over your locker hoping, praying, that Narnia was just a leap away. Quickly anda made a mental note to make a bonfire out of your Father’s Fantasi books.
“Vash?” He called out, grabbing your attention once more. You… You… What do anda do with this giant, then again standing at 5’3” anyone is a giant compared to you, which not only play but also hang with the same crowd that beats the living hell out of you? “I wanted to—“
Saved sejak the bell, without warning anda slam your locker shut with the needed materials dangling from your arms and beeline to your 1st period. The hallways suddenly became a highway: mouths honking, heavy flow with exits with each turn and scurrying feet to make their destination. Nothing is new and everything is simple. Until over all the buzz of gibberish, anda heard him.
Loud and clear and over the herd,” Vash let’s meet up after school, sejak the lunch yard!”
Don’t turn around, don’t turn around but most of all, do not turn around! Damn it, anda turn your head. anda just don’t listen do you? Despite all your claims from the night before about how anda are not going to have any, any relations with Captain America. anda blew it, anda acknowledge him and now he is going to take advantage of the approval anda gave for turning around and acknowledging him. Yeah, slap your forehead as anda enter 1st period: Computer Applications.
An easy class to have in the morning, nothing too complicated for your drooping mind. anda sat idly in front of the blaring screen, occasionally swooshing your chair causing your hanging feet to swing. Mr. Paulson was explaining a little too thrilling voice for the absent minded teenagers on how,” today, we will be learning how to make Menus in Microsoft Word!” Just like that, the excruciating 58-minute period started and each keystroke was slowly killing off some minutes. anda mind was elsewhere and anda realize that when Mr. Paulson stalked over and told you,” Vash, anda been typing the same sentence for the last 5 minutes.”
“I am?” Yes anda are. Staring at the sentence that was repeated about a dozen times.
“How about going to sleep early?” He joked, lightly patting your back before taking his leave to help another nameless student in your book.
Superman fingertips gently trace over the large chest of his fellow hero, his friend. He desperately searched for the slightest heartbeat, hoping he was wrong.
anda brought your palm over your face in distress; this was not the time and most of all, not the place to work on your homoerotic fanfiction. Button smashing the Backspace key, anda started to wonder if anybody in your classroom actually read fanfics. Deciding to survey of your classmates, anda became conscious of a fact. anda don’t know a single name.
“Did anda need something, Vash?”
“Oh! No, no, no. Not at all, I was just…” anda quit mid sentence and went straight back to the screen.
There wasn’t a chance in sight for anda to get back to work. Sighing anda saved whatever anda had done, a tajuk in Broadway font, and went straight to the web. Trying to get your mind off of your stupidity, however just as the Wikipedia page loaded up your pocket vibrated. anda felt your blood run cold while anda fumble to take out your phone. A riddled neighbor was watching your pathetic display of being sly; she shook her head acknowledging your fail attempt. You, on the other hand, paid little attention to her peek.
Finally releasing your phone from the clutches of plaid, anda itik behind the tower station beside your monitor and took a look. It was a message from one of your chums, Olivier atau what anda saved her as: “Robin.”
“hey, hey, my little sources told me that anda were talking to a certain blondy name Colt;)”
Great, the last person anda wanted to know knows. Ducking anda hear lower and deeper into the glaring screen, anda quirky text back,” robin where did anda hear that from???”
Off it went. Still, anda kept your eyes locked onto the screen waiting for the seterusnya message from your crazed friend. At the same time, anda were experiencing a small hati, tengah-tengah attack, an attack that your fanboy hati, tengah-tengah knows all too well but damn it; this is not the good kind!
The phone slipped from your palms and landed straight onto the keyboard, to your luck, Olivier texted back. Just as the first vibrating resonated, anda snatch the out-dated phone and quickly snapped your heard above the tower to see if anybody notice.
“a little birdy told me~”
“was it wg?!?!” sejak W.G. anda mean Wonder Girl, atau what she is better known as Kairi.
“yup, she told me he was talking to anda sejak your locker. Are anda guys an item now;) didn’t know anda had a blonde fetish, how are we going to break it rusty?”
“NO anda ravaging butt!”
Just when anda were about to send the message, s cough twitched your ear. Pulling up from the screen anda saw it was Mr. Paulson with a stern look of disapproval.
“Vash.”
“Sorry, Mr. Paulson.” anda apologize as anda handed over your flip.
“Come after school to retrieve it.”
“Okay.”
When he left, anda solemnly placed your head onto the meja and just wish over and over again to die there…. In reality on a (filthy) computer meja in a room filled with people anda don’t even know but in fantasy, anda were in the arms of your hero… Superma—Colt?!
Jumping up from your seat, anda took another glance around the room. Good, no one notice your stupidity. Shaking your head in disgust, anda return back to your work. Up until the loceng rang.
After slipping out of 1st period, the rest of the evening was dreadful, almost painstaking irritating. Somehow the drone evolved to monotone, the chattering became idiotic no matter who’s in the conversation, even the once soothing AC filled Chem. lab felt like a jab straight to your bones.
When the afternoon came rolling around with the sound of grade B products being thrown away, anda were head deep into your locker searching for textbook while Russ was standing beside anda rambling on about how his contacts were killing him.
“….. So I might switch back to my glasses.” He leaned against the locker right seterusnya to yours. “It’s not my first choice but it’s my only choice.”
“Isn’t still Bola sepak season?”
“Shit!” Russ slapped his forehead. “That reminds me…”
“Huh?” anda began to withdraw from cavern, your lip biting onto the sleeve of Russ’ jacket.
“I forgot, fuck!”
Russ still had anda in the dark. anda watch him, wide eye, reach for his bag and slung the straps over his shoulders.
“Soccer meeting right now, I’ll see anda later?”
anda carefully shut your locker shut, your fingers barely peeking out the long sleeve.
“IRL?”
“Maybe, if anything I’ll let anda know.”
“ ‘Kay.” anda peep.
Russ just smiled, one of those smiles that get anda all warm inside. anda smile back and before anda know it, he yanks anda ke hadapan and wrapped his arms around you. After getting over the initial stinging, it felt nice. The warmth of the menanggung, bear hug making anda feel all cozy, as if anda were sitting in front of the fireplace Membaca some,” Action Comics.”
“You know where to find me if anything.”
Like that Russ was gone, mixing with the overpopulating crowd. It was hard to spot him since he wasn’t wearing his signature green lettermen. Reasoning being that you, yes you, are wearing it. Seeing there’s no point of staring into the abyss, anda turn around to the other direction. However in mid step anda were caught off guard sejak a new pair of hands. Your back slammed against the locker, already people began to turn their cheeks and shuffle away. Your glasses slide down the bridge of your nose, your vision becoming blurred yet anda could still make out the blue irises staring, glaring at you. Under his smoldering glare, anda shuddered from his smolder.
“Vash, who was that?” His farm boy accent prompt, an accent anda were teased for never having. “Huh?”
“Russell.” anda whimper while anda avert your glance elsewhere.
The pressure against your shoulders started to become overbearing, anda hoped they wouldn’t pop out of place. anda kicked your feet down only swiping air; quickly anda brought your gaze back to him. It was Colt. His face contorted with anger and anda don’t know why.
“You’re… You’re hurting me.” anda admit while anda hands ringed his wrist.
Suddenly, anda dropped. Your body slammed against the floor as keledai, colt banged his heels away, ignoring your puzzlement with ease. Nonetheless, anda picked yourself up brushing off the dirt from plaid pants. anda took another glance towards Colt, who was making way for the wet yard. anda notice that keledai, colt was walking rather… fast. Maybe he was in hurry that’s why he didn’t slap anda around, who knows? All anda know is, if keledai, colt does finish whatever task at hand anda need to make out of school fast.
keledai, colt was no Ivan, that much anda know already. Ivan has strength of an average football player whereas keledai, colt is beyond those years. anda squeezed your shoulders in remembrance, his warmth still lingers. Maybe anda were just imagining it: the inhuman pressure. Colt’s thumbing sat snuggly over your petite shoulders, his thick fingers digging into your shoulders. Anybody could do that, but… That look he gave you. The sensation rattling throughout your body like a heat wave, causing sparks to fly. anda shuddered at the thought. What were you, a masochistic?
anda pondered upon these thoughts as anda slip under the whole underneath the fence. Ditching school is a no big deal for you, in fact anda rather be utama all hari experimenting on your latest findings atau chatting with your chums over the Internet. However, Russ speaks otherwise.
The relationship between anda and Russ is complicated at best; the only clearance anda ever gain was that anda consider him as a bro. Still, anda couldn’t help but to think he wants to be lebih than that, the way he treats you, hugs you, touches you. It’s different from Olivier for sure. Naturally anda weren’t the only one receiving these vibes, a lot of girls treat anda like saat class if not completely shun you. Unlike you, Russ is a popular guy: Charismatic, athletic, adventurous and handsome. You, on the other hand, are nothing like that. anda doubt that you’ll ever become like that: you’re social awkward, anda consider sports as witchcraft, anda prefer your comfort zone and buckteeth, and glasses are not bringing in the men.
Sighing, anda keep walking on the lonesome street. Russ is a cool guy and no doubt anda Cinta him like a bro. He was the first person anda came out the closet to, all he berkata was,” is that suppose to change anything?” and gave anda this confuse look. anda didn’t get it until afterwards but he wasn’t confused at all, in fact he was enlightened. anda smile at the thought whereas anda bawl you’re eyes out at the time because anda thought he was making fun of you.
Homosexuality is a hard thing to live with, especially in a small community here in Kansas. anda have yet to come out the closet but what’s the point where there’s already a rumor going around. anda look at your sleeve-covered hands: this jaket was the sumber of the problems.
It all star—
Honks of the horn blare and disrupt your flow, anda turn to your left and hello came the semi truck. anda froze, body becoming tense. anda stare like a deer caught in the headlights oh dear is this right?
Reflexively anda brought your hands over your face in a lame attempt of defense. anda ready for impact, ready for the tears of your father and mother to drop. anda were ready for the worst. Yet, nothing came except the scraps of the snarling metal. anda drop your hands just like your jaw dropped.
The semi was put to the stop but not sejak the brakes it was supplied with. Human, a being with his red cape slumping over his bare shoulder, stopped it sejak the sapphire boots he stomp in. He glances from behind his tussle blonde hair already anda quiver underneath his gaze.
“Who are you?" Your mind taking over your vocals.
anda are having a meltdown and your face is failing to hide it. Your lips are part, your eyes widen all because of this guy standing before you. In all his Captain American (your nickname for him) Glory with his, what anda just notice, large hands griping your umbrella. anda glanced over your locker hoping, praying, that Narnia was just a leap away. Quickly anda made a mental note to make a bonfire out of your Father’s Fantasi books.
“Vash?” He called out, grabbing your attention once more. You… You… What do anda do with this giant, then again standing at 5’3” anyone is a giant compared to you, which not only play but also hang with the same crowd that beats the living hell out of you? “I wanted to—“
Saved sejak the bell, without warning anda slam your locker shut with the needed materials dangling from your arms and beeline to your 1st period. The hallways suddenly became a highway: mouths honking, heavy flow with exits with each turn and scurrying feet to make their destination. Nothing is new and everything is simple. Until over all the buzz of gibberish, anda heard him.
Loud and clear and over the herd,” Vash let’s meet up after school, sejak the lunch yard!”
Don’t turn around, don’t turn around but most of all, do not turn around! Damn it, anda turn your head. anda just don’t listen do you? Despite all your claims from the night before about how anda are not going to have any, any relations with Captain America. anda blew it, anda acknowledge him and now he is going to take advantage of the approval anda gave for turning around and acknowledging him. Yeah, slap your forehead as anda enter 1st period: Computer Applications.
An easy class to have in the morning, nothing too complicated for your drooping mind. anda sat idly in front of the blaring screen, occasionally swooshing your chair causing your hanging feet to swing. Mr. Paulson was explaining a little too thrilling voice for the absent minded teenagers on how,” today, we will be learning how to make Menus in Microsoft Word!” Just like that, the excruciating 58-minute period started and each keystroke was slowly killing off some minutes. anda mind was elsewhere and anda realize that when Mr. Paulson stalked over and told you,” Vash, anda been typing the same sentence for the last 5 minutes.”
“I am?” Yes anda are. Staring at the sentence that was repeated about a dozen times.
“How about going to sleep early?” He joked, lightly patting your back before taking his leave to help another nameless student in your book.
Superman fingertips gently trace over the large chest of his fellow hero, his friend. He desperately searched for the slightest heartbeat, hoping he was wrong.
anda brought your palm over your face in distress; this was not the time and most of all, not the place to work on your homoerotic fanfiction. Button smashing the Backspace key, anda started to wonder if anybody in your classroom actually read fanfics. Deciding to survey of your classmates, anda became conscious of a fact. anda don’t know a single name.
“Did anda need something, Vash?”
“Oh! No, no, no. Not at all, I was just…” anda quit mid sentence and went straight back to the screen.
There wasn’t a chance in sight for anda to get back to work. Sighing anda saved whatever anda had done, a tajuk in Broadway font, and went straight to the web. Trying to get your mind off of your stupidity, however just as the Wikipedia page loaded up your pocket vibrated. anda felt your blood run cold while anda fumble to take out your phone. A riddled neighbor was watching your pathetic display of being sly; she shook her head acknowledging your fail attempt. You, on the other hand, paid little attention to her peek.
Finally releasing your phone from the clutches of plaid, anda itik behind the tower station beside your monitor and took a look. It was a message from one of your chums, Olivier atau what anda saved her as: “Robin.”
“hey, hey, my little sources told me that anda were talking to a certain blondy name Colt;)”
Great, the last person anda wanted to know knows. Ducking anda hear lower and deeper into the glaring screen, anda quirky text back,” robin where did anda hear that from???”
Off it went. Still, anda kept your eyes locked onto the screen waiting for the seterusnya message from your crazed friend. At the same time, anda were experiencing a small hati, tengah-tengah attack, an attack that your fanboy hati, tengah-tengah knows all too well but damn it; this is not the good kind!
The phone slipped from your palms and landed straight onto the keyboard, to your luck, Olivier texted back. Just as the first vibrating resonated, anda snatch the out-dated phone and quickly snapped your heard above the tower to see if anybody notice.
“a little birdy told me~”
“was it wg?!?!” sejak W.G. anda mean Wonder Girl, atau what she is better known as Kairi.
“yup, she told me he was talking to anda sejak your locker. Are anda guys an item now;) didn’t know anda had a blonde fetish, how are we going to break it rusty?”
“NO anda ravaging butt!”
Just when anda were about to send the message, s cough twitched your ear. Pulling up from the screen anda saw it was Mr. Paulson with a stern look of disapproval.
“Vash.”
“Sorry, Mr. Paulson.” anda apologize as anda handed over your flip.
“Come after school to retrieve it.”
“Okay.”
When he left, anda solemnly placed your head onto the meja and just wish over and over again to die there…. In reality on a (filthy) computer meja in a room filled with people anda don’t even know but in fantasy, anda were in the arms of your hero… Superma—Colt?!
Jumping up from your seat, anda took another glance around the room. Good, no one notice your stupidity. Shaking your head in disgust, anda return back to your work. Up until the loceng rang.
After slipping out of 1st period, the rest of the evening was dreadful, almost painstaking irritating. Somehow the drone evolved to monotone, the chattering became idiotic no matter who’s in the conversation, even the once soothing AC filled Chem. lab felt like a jab straight to your bones.
When the afternoon came rolling around with the sound of grade B products being thrown away, anda were head deep into your locker searching for textbook while Russ was standing beside anda rambling on about how his contacts were killing him.
“….. So I might switch back to my glasses.” He leaned against the locker right seterusnya to yours. “It’s not my first choice but it’s my only choice.”
“Isn’t still Bola sepak season?”
“Shit!” Russ slapped his forehead. “That reminds me…”
“Huh?” anda began to withdraw from cavern, your lip biting onto the sleeve of Russ’ jacket.
“I forgot, fuck!”
Russ still had anda in the dark. anda watch him, wide eye, reach for his bag and slung the straps over his shoulders.
“Soccer meeting right now, I’ll see anda later?”
anda carefully shut your locker shut, your fingers barely peeking out the long sleeve.
“IRL?”
“Maybe, if anything I’ll let anda know.”
“ ‘Kay.” anda peep.
Russ just smiled, one of those smiles that get anda all warm inside. anda smile back and before anda know it, he yanks anda ke hadapan and wrapped his arms around you. After getting over the initial stinging, it felt nice. The warmth of the menanggung, bear hug making anda feel all cozy, as if anda were sitting in front of the fireplace Membaca some,” Action Comics.”
“You know where to find me if anything.”
Like that Russ was gone, mixing with the overpopulating crowd. It was hard to spot him since he wasn’t wearing his signature green lettermen. Reasoning being that you, yes you, are wearing it. Seeing there’s no point of staring into the abyss, anda turn around to the other direction. However in mid step anda were caught off guard sejak a new pair of hands. Your back slammed against the locker, already people began to turn their cheeks and shuffle away. Your glasses slide down the bridge of your nose, your vision becoming blurred yet anda could still make out the blue irises staring, glaring at you. Under his smoldering glare, anda shuddered from his smolder.
“Vash, who was that?” His farm boy accent prompt, an accent anda were teased for never having. “Huh?”
“Russell.” anda whimper while anda avert your glance elsewhere.
The pressure against your shoulders started to become overbearing, anda hoped they wouldn’t pop out of place. anda kicked your feet down only swiping air; quickly anda brought your gaze back to him. It was Colt. His face contorted with anger and anda don’t know why.
“You’re… You’re hurting me.” anda admit while anda hands ringed his wrist.
Suddenly, anda dropped. Your body slammed against the floor as keledai, colt banged his heels away, ignoring your puzzlement with ease. Nonetheless, anda picked yourself up brushing off the dirt from plaid pants. anda took another glance towards Colt, who was making way for the wet yard. anda notice that keledai, colt was walking rather… fast. Maybe he was in hurry that’s why he didn’t slap anda around, who knows? All anda know is, if keledai, colt does finish whatever task at hand anda need to make out of school fast.
keledai, colt was no Ivan, that much anda know already. Ivan has strength of an average football player whereas keledai, colt is beyond those years. anda squeezed your shoulders in remembrance, his warmth still lingers. Maybe anda were just imagining it: the inhuman pressure. Colt’s thumbing sat snuggly over your petite shoulders, his thick fingers digging into your shoulders. Anybody could do that, but… That look he gave you. The sensation rattling throughout your body like a heat wave, causing sparks to fly. anda shuddered at the thought. What were you, a masochistic?
anda pondered upon these thoughts as anda slip under the whole underneath the fence. Ditching school is a no big deal for you, in fact anda rather be utama all hari experimenting on your latest findings atau chatting with your chums over the Internet. However, Russ speaks otherwise.
The relationship between anda and Russ is complicated at best; the only clearance anda ever gain was that anda consider him as a bro. Still, anda couldn’t help but to think he wants to be lebih than that, the way he treats you, hugs you, touches you. It’s different from Olivier for sure. Naturally anda weren’t the only one receiving these vibes, a lot of girls treat anda like saat class if not completely shun you. Unlike you, Russ is a popular guy: Charismatic, athletic, adventurous and handsome. You, on the other hand, are nothing like that. anda doubt that you’ll ever become like that: you’re social awkward, anda consider sports as witchcraft, anda prefer your comfort zone and buckteeth, and glasses are not bringing in the men.
Sighing, anda keep walking on the lonesome street. Russ is a cool guy and no doubt anda Cinta him like a bro. He was the first person anda came out the closet to, all he berkata was,” is that suppose to change anything?” and gave anda this confuse look. anda didn’t get it until afterwards but he wasn’t confused at all, in fact he was enlightened. anda smile at the thought whereas anda bawl you’re eyes out at the time because anda thought he was making fun of you.
Homosexuality is a hard thing to live with, especially in a small community here in Kansas. anda have yet to come out the closet but what’s the point where there’s already a rumor going around. anda look at your sleeve-covered hands: this jaket was the sumber of the problems.
It all star—
Honks of the horn blare and disrupt your flow, anda turn to your left and hello came the semi truck. anda froze, body becoming tense. anda stare like a deer caught in the headlights oh dear is this right?
Reflexively anda brought your hands over your face in a lame attempt of defense. anda ready for impact, ready for the tears of your father and mother to drop. anda were ready for the worst. Yet, nothing came except the scraps of the snarling metal. anda drop your hands just like your jaw dropped.
The semi was put to the stop but not sejak the brakes it was supplied with. Human, a being with his red cape slumping over his bare shoulder, stopped it sejak the sapphire boots he stomp in. He glances from behind his tussle blonde hair already anda quiver underneath his gaze.
“Who are you?" Your mind taking over your vocals.
This charrie goes sejak the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, atau his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization sejak tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing lebih Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to Penulisan them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to Penulisan them, so, patience.
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