X-Men: Mutant Academy: Part 27 poster: Allison date: 1 August 2002, 5:37am EST I was warm, and comfortable, really comfortable. I knew I wasn’t in my bed, my room didn’t smell like Eucalyptus. Slowly I became more aware of my surroundings; I was in Cameron’s room, specifically his bed. Not really a big deal, I’d shared a bed, sleeping bag and god knows what else with my friends before, no real difference except for the fact that we usually had fights over the blankets with lots of tugging on everyone’s part. That hadn’t been an issue this time; it’s real easy to share blankets when you’re curled around each other. He had one arm wrapped around my waist, and my arm was on top of his, I could feel his other hand at the small of my back and the other by my head… Wait a minute… I may not be the shiniest coin in the fountain early in the morning, but I could remember that people only have two arms and two hands. Suddenly the joke “Guys can only count as high as 21 when they’re naked” popped into my head. Oh. My. God. I could feel myself blushing every shade of red imaginable, my skin felt like it was on fire. What the hell was I supposed to do? I couldn’t leap out of his bed and go hide under a rock like I desperately wanted to. It’d be too embarrassing for both of us and I didn’t know where any rocks were. Why wouldn’t it just go away? It was not wanted right now, why didn’t it understand? I did my best not to make any loud pathetic noises. Why was it even here in the first place? My mind went back to my middle school Sex Ed class; I could actually picture Ms. McDowell standing there, “Oftentimes when a male awakes he has an erection, this does not always mean he is sexually excited, more likely he needs to use the bathroom. It happens to males of all ages, even infants.” If I recalled correctly she had a really bad movie from 1973 to go with this lecture. Unfortunately, Ms. McDowell left far too quickly for my taste and I was forced to think about the situation at hand once more. I really wasn’t interested in staying in my current situation, but I didn’t know how to get up without waking Cammo and making it mortifying for the both of us. I was stuck between a rock and a... that analogy wasn’t helping. Maybe I could just slip out and hide in the bathroom ‘til he wakes up and deals with it so I don’t have to. Slowly I shifted my weight towards the edge of the bed, freeing myself from his slumbering grasp. I walked across the carpet as quietly as I could, checking back to make sure he was asleep. It was going splendidly ‘til I stubbed my toe on the doorjamb to the bathroom. “Fuck,” I swore loudly, reaching for my toe. I realized how loud I had been and slapped my hand over my mouth. I stopped breathing for a second, praying to every saint they’d taught us about in Sunday school that he wouldn’t wake up just yet. Apparently as many saints as the Catholic Church has, there isn’t a patron saint of girls who are hiding from unwanted stiffies. Damn. poster: cammogirl date: 1 August 2002, 7:21pm EST You could imagine waking to the sounds of chirruping birds, or the sweet snoring of a girl you love, but waking up to a dull thud and a sudden "FUCK!" was something not many people could predict. I certainly didn't. And being the ultra trained-up X-guy that I was, I did the only thing said guy would do. I jumped to my feet (which didn't happen - I blustered out of bed with my blankets flying) and took defensive position. This was me in nothing but my boxers with my legs far apart and knees bent. My vision cleared and I saw Annie across the room clutching her foot and... looking mortified? At my crotch? Oh... Oh my God... Oh my God. I felt a blush burn in my cheeks, and I grabbed for my blanket, covering up the tenting fabric at my crotch. "Sorry," I muttered, rushing past her into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind me and locking it. Okay - I thought. Had to sit there and take stock. How long did she notice my... erm... yes. God! Did she wake up to it in the bed?! Oh no. Oh no. I did what I meant to do, I had a piss. After I was done I kinda sat in there a few minutes, trying to think of how the hell I was going to face Annie after this. She must have left by now. But then I heard her voice. "Cam... are you okay?" I sighed, covering my face in my hands. "Define 'okay'." "All your limbs are attached, no new gushing head wounds or anything?" I looked down. Yeah. "Appendages check out okay." "That's good..." I paused. "Yeah.... I guess." "So are you going to be done in there any time soon? I have to pee." "Sorry..." I got up, opening the door, and - shit. I couldn't even look her in the eye. I just blushed, looking down to my feet and wishing I could curl up and die. "No problem, its your room, I just invaded." I glanced up to her, and she had this strained smile on. I sighed, plodding out of the bathroom and letting her have her peace. I collapsed face down on my bed, pulling my covers over me. I think this ranked as one of the most embarrassing days of my life. When Annie emerged from the bathroom, she was greeted with the sight of my feet sticking out from a pile of bedding. "Yeah, uh, I should probably go back to my room and get dressed before breakfast, because I should probably eat before setting things on fire in Chem, don't want to burn the scool down or anything becasue that would... I'll see you later." She practically bolted out of the room, and I don't blame her. Well. That certainly blew everything. I sighed, rolling over in the bed and laying on my back. I had the urge to talk to someone about this, but I knew that Scott would just burst into laughter. Hank. Maybe I could talk to Hank? Bah. What was the use? Whatever I had worried myself over was exactly that - over. I know I wouldn't want to be near me if I were confronted with my own hard-on in the morning before I was even sure if I was interested in me or not - IF I was interested in me or not. I wasn't making any sense again. I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and headed down to the sublevels, thinking of burying myself in my training like I was supposed to be doing. But no matter how hard I tried to concentrate, I couldn't, and I was in a miserable mood all day. poster: Jen date: 1 Aug 2002, 9:32pm EST Cameron slunk into the gym just as Remy swept Sarah's feet out from under her - again. "That's enough for the day, petit." "You sure? I mean, I can get knocked on my ass a few dozen more times if you want." "Demain, petit." Remy replied, giving her a light bow on his way out the door. "I'm sure," Sarah grumbled getting to her feet again. It wasn't often that someone trounced her so thoroughly. She never even touched LeBeau. Against Mr. Logan she usually got in a few good shots, but there she was familiar with the weapons, or lack there of. It took half of the training session for her to stop hitting herself with the staff as she moved through the forms. Sarah groaned and rubbed her back. "Cameron, please tell me this gets easier? He smiled sobrely. "Sure it does. Just not against Remy. Especially if he's got his hands on a staff." "Oh that news just makes my day." She darted out her toungue and smiled. "I wondered how long that was going to take." "What, getting your ass kicked?" "Very funny. No. For you and Annie to stop dancing around." Confusion sank into his features. "What are you talking about?" "Her scent's all over you. You have an interesting morning?" He blinked, jaw dropping. "I- uh - I mean - no, no no! You've got it wrong. She just slept in my bed. I mean - she needed to sleep - cause you and Max -" He gulped, looking away. "There is no way I can talk about this without embarrassing myself." "You think you have the corner on embarassment?" She asked, eying me firmly. "Your business isn't the topic of morning griping in the cafeteria on a regular basis." Cammo let out a big sigh. "Yeah... sorry. Uhm. I kinda... What exactly can you smell anyway?!" Sarah smiled soothingly. "Just that her general scent is embedded in your skin. Nothing more." The soothing smile was replaced with one a bit more calculating. "Why? Should I be smelling more?" He blushed deeply. "No uhm..." He almost squeaked, and his dropped his voice to a whisper. "I kinda embarrassed the crap out of myself this morning. I'll be lucky if Annie ever talks to me again after --" Cammo sighed. "Dear God." "What? She catch you copping a feel?" Sarah tried to hide her amusement at his obvious discomfort. He practically sputtered. "No! No no nothing like that. Erm... I had a case of... ah... 'morning glory'...it was on her... uhm... leg." Sarah burst out laughing. "I take it she wasn't impressed." He covered his face up with his hand and looked deeply mortified. "No, no she wasn't. She ran out of there so fast... you wouldn't bloody believe it." Sarah suddenly felt bad for giving him a hard time. The guy really looked miserable. "I'm sure she was just suprised." "God, I wish!" he sighed. "She looked like she didn't know what to do with herself." "She probably didn't. Sarah ran a hand through her hair. She was out of her element, but Annie was her friend nad Cameron - well Cameron just might be the difference between passing and failing the 10th grade. "You want me to talk to her?" Cameron sighed, shrugging. "If you want. I'm thinking any chance I had-" He stopped, as if he realised he'd said too much. "Shit. Can we pretend I didn't say that?" "No. Leave it to me," Sarah winked and grabbed her towel. "And the next time, I'll have far more to smell." poster: Allison date: 1 August 2002, 11:58pm EST “UH!” The soccer ball went flying across the lawn landing near the other two. I stripped off my sweatshirt, the brisk afternoon air cooling the sweat droplets on my arms and neck, before I went jogging after them. Class today had been a big blur; I’d have to recopy the assignments later, because I didn’t have a damn clue as to what they were. For about the twentieth time I lined up the balls and let loose, putting every ounce of energy I had into my hips, legs and feet. I had a theory that, if I kept doing this long enough, eventually I’d be too exhausted to think about what happened this morning. And I was not allowed to think about That while I did this. It kind of missed the point of being a distraction. Three grunts later, I was running back down to the other side of the lawn. My varsity coach would’ve been proud, I never made it through a drill without bitching and moaning; yet here I was with self inflicted punishment. I grinned as I kicked another ball, I watched I fly through the air and land frighteningly close to Sarah, if she had been an inch to the left she would’ve had a nice welt. What the hell was she doing out here? Well, besides glaring the ball into submission. “SORRY!” I called, dribbling across the grass. "This just isn't my day," Sarah muttered. Louder, she called. "Doesn't this game work best with a net?" “Net’s are for sissies,” I explained, and then continued. “I couldn’t find one.” "Ah. They're probably in the field house. That's where they keep the volleyball stuff and the baseball gear." I shrugged, “I’ll try to remember that next time.” Sarah started fidgeting. It was weird. She's usually so still. Creepy still. "Hope we didn't keep you up last night." Since when has she cared before? Again with the weird. “I had to relocate.” "Uh yeah... that. Shit." She ran a hand through her hair. Sarah was getting odder and odder. No mean feat for her. "I ran into Cameron in the gym." I suddenly became very interested in juggling the ball at my feet, “Oh?” "He - well he - he thinks you hate him now." “I don’t hate him. I was just surprised. I know that… that sort of thing happens to guys, I-I just wasn’t expecting it,” I could hear my voice getting higher and higher and shaky as I spoke. "I don't get why you're still so upset." I flushed, "Not all of us are use to getting up close and personal with..." I floundered, "Yeah..." I was use to making jokes and insulting a guy’s anatomy but it was mostly treated as an abstract thought, not reality. Sarah blinked. "You... oh." “Still eligible to play Mary in the Christmas pageant.” "Oh." She rubbed her neck as if at a loss for words. Surely it's not that rare. It's not like I'm 35 or something. "He really likes you, you know." "I know, he's a great friends, and I know that this morning was just a biological function. I was just surprised." "Just a friend?" I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, friends. Just because some of us use guys as fuck bunnies doesn't mean the rest of us do." I was use to this question; I’d been asked it about a thousand times since the sixth grade. No one seemed to think it was possible for a girl to have guy friends with out “like like”-ing them. I mean, just because I thought Cameron was hotter than hell, it didn’t mean he was on my “To Do” List. The change was instantaneous. Sarah went from fidgety friend to someone I never wanted to meet in a dark alley in a heartbeat. "You don't have any fucking idea what you're talking about. I don't use anybody. Forget that I even tried to help." “Sarah, wait-“ I called as she turned to leave. I liked having Sarah the friend. "Why? You have some more barbs to toss my way? Save it." Well I certainly fucked this up. "Sarah, I'm sorry. I just- I didn't mean it like that. I had diarrhea of the mouth and..." I sighed. "Please. I know what you all think of me. He really likes you. As more than a friend. I just hope you get your head out of your ass before it's too late." I started to say something; instead I turned around and killed the ball at my feet, not even bothering to see where it landed. There was no talking with Sarah right now, she was off on another one of her self-righteous tangents and she wouldn’t hear a damn thing anyone said otherwise until she got over herself. I yanked my keys out of my pocket and grabbed my sweatshirt off the ground. Hopefully the Highway Patrol would be understaffed tonight poster: nacey date: 2 August 2002, 1:47am EST Like usual in the afternoons, I hit the weights. I didn't really need them, but Logan had told me I should use them at least once a week to increase muscle mass and tone, so it gave me some weight behind my attacks. I could tell you for nothing that it was one of Logan's greatest advantages, having that adamantium laced through him and making him heavy. For some reason, I can't figure it, he's still agile. Frighteningly agile. I don't know if he's subconsciously turning me into a miniature him or something, Rogue always jokes that I'm his Mini-Me, but it was doing me some good. I was trying to lift the next set up from what I'd been doing for the past month, when the buxom, and may I say gorgeous, form of my girlfriend stormed past, obscenities trailing from her as she made a bee-line for the punching bag and let loose. I sat there and watched her for a minute, sighing and relaxing after the lift, a dent of a frown on my face. What the? I went over - gingerly of course because you don't rush over to an angry Sarah without letting her know you're coming. "Babe?" She huffed, smacking the bag. "You don't want to be near me right now." "Uhm... okay..." I shuffled on the spot. "What happened?" "I should have just minded my own fucking business." Ah. Cryptic. "Yes. You probably should have. Uhm... who's business did you butt into?" "Annie and Cameron." She snarled. "Ungrateful bitch!" I laughed. "Annie and Cam... have business?" "You've missed them mooning over each other. Well him mooning. Her - oblivious." I frowned, shoving my hands into my pockets. "Huh. Shame. And I take it you tried to let Annie in on Cameron's badly kept secret?" "Yes. Stupid me." I shook my head, daring to take a tiny step closer. "Naaah. You just wanted Annie and Cam to be happy. That's not a crime." "Do not try to make me feel better. My foray into being nice just ended." She punched the bag viciously. "Hey, don't give up on people just because one person reacted badly. What exactly did she say anyway?" "She-" Sarah swiped the back of her hand across her eyes, as if I couldn't smell her tears. "It doesn't matter." I folded my arms, sighing deeply. "It matters to me." "No need for you to be pissed off too." "Not pissed," I said. "Just concerned. I love you and I don't like seeing you upset." "She said I was using you as a fuck bunny." I blinked. "She said that?" She stared at me. "Word for word." I couldn't believe that. I just couldn't... Annie wasn't like that. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. "Really!?" Her stare turned icy. "You calling me a liar?!" Oh shit. "No, no way!" I gasped. "I just - I couldn't imagine Annie saying such a thing, but I'm sure if you said that she said it then..." "Right. Whatever. The bag is yours." I jumped after her. "Babe!" "Let go." The voice was scary. Eerily calm. I let go. I backed away. "Fine." I stood there and watched as she stalked off. For a moment I stood there quietly, thinking, but a cuss broke from me very quickly. "Shit!" Great. This was all I needed. A fight to ruin the day after I get back from a stupid trip that took me away from my girl. All I wanted was to hug Sarah and tell her I believed her, but I fucked up. I moped in my room for a long while, the sun going down outside, and with some indignance I decided that I needed some air. Grabbing my regular stashed bottle of bourboun, I snuck out of the mansion, lying out in the garden where I had a bit of privacy to be a shit-faced sad bastard on my own. poster: Allison date: 2 August 2002, 10:25pm EST I pulled off of I-87 North into some little corner of suburbia about an hour and a half after I had left the mansion. At first I headed towards the city, thinking there might be something to do, but at the first sign of rush hour traffic I turned around and sped Upstate. Right now I needed gas and Oreos, I had stopped screaming at random intervals about thirty five minutes ago, so it was probably safe to leave the car now. I turned into the Texaco station, knowing I could satisfy one need, and hopefully the other. The Oreos were found and I munched while I pumped the gas, and looked at my surroundings, there was a church down the block, and across the street was the town's senior center. Above the door was a banner, "Thursday Night Bingo, Every Thursday!" I didn't have anything better to do, so when my tank was full I paid, and drove across the street, into the parking lot. And three hours later I walked out of the building with two passes to Coney Island, which expired in four days, and a bottle of wine. The old ladies never even asked how old I was, but they had no problem in explaining to me how Irma couldn't make it tonight, on account her granddaughter was getting married in Niagara Falls. I put the bottle under the passenger's seat in case I got pulled over; I wouldn't want to get ticketed for being in possession of alcoholic beverages too. It's not as though I was planning on drinking it, at least, not until I got back to Westchester. * When I finally parked in the school lot, it was late. I considered just going inside and crawling into my bed, but there were too many variables, too many people, that I didn't want to deal with. So instead I went back to my trunk and pulled out a pillow and blanket, left over from my road trip and made a makeshift bed in the passenger's seat. I probably should have just gone to sleep there, but I grabbed at the bottle of merlot underneath. I peeled off the foil wrapping and groaned when I got to the cork. Why couldn't it just be a normal bottle? I had a bottle opener key chain, I could've used that, but no, I had to hunt around the glove compartment for a Swiss Army knife. With the bottle open and bits of the cork on the ground, I took a nice long swig, and then another, when I realized I hadn't eaten a damn thing but Oreos, pretty much all day. I was going to pass out if I finished this bottle all by myself. "I would share," I said to my car, "-but I haven't got anyone to share with." I took another pull from the bottle and began to walk away from my car; "I've got no friends. None at all… I've got no friends, To hold me down, To make me fret, or make me frown, I had friends, But now I'm freeeeee, There are no friends on me." I bowed to an invisible audience, "Thank you, thank you." My amusement at my own creativity faded and it was quickly followed by the truth of it all. I really didn’t have friends, Cammo thought I hated him and Sarah, well I knew she hated me. I phrased some stupid comment badly and she was ready to take off my head. “Touchy lil’ bitch…” I grumbled, as I continued to walk across the property, drinking more and more wine until I was well on my way to being thoroughly plastered. poster: Jen date: 3 August 2002, 12:24am EST I blindly headed for my room. I'd gone beyond pissed into... I don't know what to call this. Annie... I've used guys before, but never Max. Never. It wasn't like that. At least I didn't think it was. But if he thought I would lie to him like that maybe I was wrong about him. About us. I let his words get to me. I actually started to believe his 'I love you's'. I can't believe I was so stupid. I just wanted to go curl up and feel sorry foir myself for a while, then maybe liberate something to drink, but Miss Priss had other plans. I didn't want to deal with her right now, but given that she was blocking my door, I had no choice. "I hope you aren't planning on a repeat performance of-." Whatever else she intended to say was choked off as my fingers closed around her throat. Her strangled gasp brought me back. I let go and backed off, part of me relishing in the taste of fear flowing from her, the rest of me terrified at how little control I had. How quick I was to attack. I thought I had more control than that. I really did. But obviously I didn't. I needed to regain control. And having to deal with whtever adult Angelica was going to run to wasn't going to help. I turned on my heel and ran, slowing down and finally stopping when I hit the clearing Max and I first fought in. You shouldn't be out here. It's too cold, I thought, but the alternative was inside, amidst pepole - mutants. And I couldn't be trusted in there. I wrapped my arms around my knees and let the tears fall as the cold seeped into my limbs. At least out here, I could only hurt myself. poster: cammogirl date: 3 August 2002, 9:19pm EST No one was around that night. Not Annie, not Sarah, and not Max. I couldn't be bothered finding any other mutants that'd understand my predicament, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to. I wandered to the kitchen and dug out the cooking rum I'd made a start on the night before, and decided that a nice night in the garden might be called for. I plodded outside, going to that cool clearing in the thicker gardens that lots of people seemed to like but I could never get any time there. I walked to a particularly nice spot there, with a tree to lean on, some grass, and a view of the stars, and promptly tripped on a warm heavy body. I went sailing into a bush, and with some colourful expletives I staggered my way out of it. "Oh... sorry man..." The voice drifted off. "Cammo?" I stopped, thinking on where I knew that voice. "Max?" "What are you doing out here?" he asked me. I dusted myself and sank down to the approximate spot next to him, growling a little. "I made a right dick out of myself this morning." "I made a dick of myself this afternoon," he countered, "So join the club." "What did you do?" I asked him. "I didn't believe Sarah straight away when she said that Annie was of the opinion that I'm Sarah's fuck-bunny." I coughed, nearly spitting out my mouthful of rum. "What?! She said that?!" "Apparently," Max said. "But it's just not like Annie..." "No, no it's not," I said. It was utterly unlike Annie. There had to be crossed wires somewhere or something. "What did you do?" I felt myself freeze. Ohhhh man. I looked sheepishly to Max. "Morning glory, right on Annie's leg when she slept in my bed this morning." Max promptly burst into laughter. "Oh MAN! You poor bastard!" I blushed, nodding. "She ran out of there so fast." "So what was she doing in your bed?" "Just sleeping," I said. "Nothing more than friendly sleeping, no groping or kissing or anything. She needed to get away from the calls of the wild you and Sarah were giving out last night." Max went quiet at that. He sighed. "Good possibility that won't happen again." "What, are you kidding?!" I said. "I thought you two were set." "So did I," he replied. "I just had to put my fucking foot in it." I sighed back at him, lifting my bottle and clinking it to his. "To righteous fuck-ups." "A-fuckin'-men," he said, and we took big long swigs of our drinks. "I better get in," I said. It was partially a lie. I didn't want to stay out here all night, getting hopelessly drunk. Talking to Max kinda woke me up a bit to how silly I was being, and if Annie was fighting with Sarah, she was bound to be sad. I felt I could get past my embarrassment to be there for her. "Right. Take care." I smiled and waved at Max. Before I went in though, I felt like a bit of a night walk. I plodded off towards the mansion, but veered away and went into the woods. I knew a nice clearing there I could take five to think in. poster: Allison date: 4 August 2002, 10:40pm EST I was stumbling along in the dark for a few minutes before I tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. “Damn,” I swore from my position in the gardens. I cradled my bottle of wine, more than half empty at this point, and walked on my knees for a few yards until I saw another person laid out on the ground. It was Max. “I thought I saw a puddy tat. I did! I did see a puddy tat!” I crawled over to him. "A drunked puddy tat. A very, very drunken puddy tat.” I giggled, “That’s ok, don’t tell but, I’m a little bit tipsy too.” "Ohhhh, naughty Tweety bird," he groaned. "Well, it'll be our little secret." “Why am I always a little yellow bird? First Camilla and now Tweety…” "If I'm stuck being a cat, you're stuck being a bird." He paused, considering her for a moment. "So are you drowning sorrows or do you regah.. reg-- do you always go get drunk fer no reason?" “I got uh perfuctly good reason, I got no friends… Will you be my friend pussy cat?” I asked dejectedly. "No friends?" he said, and snorted. "Pffft! First, you don't have to ask me to be yrr friend, cause I'm already yrr frien'. An' Sarah'z ye frien', and Cammo's ya frien'... see? Tha's... uhm... three." He held up four fingers. “Nooooooo,” I moaned, “Cammo thinks I ‘ate ‘im, Sarah ‘ates me and since shez yer giiiiiiiirlfriend you hafta hate me toooo,” I stopped realizing, “Shouldn’t you be off wit yer girlfriend going ‘Ohhh raow raow MMM roar!’?” Max groaned back at me. "Naaah, see.... Sarah hates me cause I don't believe you said I wzz 'er fuck-bunny, and Cammo dun' hate you he'zz jus' embarrass'd cuz he luvs ya." Max stopped and looked at her. "I dun' think I shoulda said that." “But you are! You guys ‘re always all sexy growlin’ and maken’ it unposs- imposse- hard for us ta sleep.” He frowned. "Gee... thanks. You know, I really love Sarah. An' she really loves me. No wunner she got pissed off with ya. I mean, dude... that's harsh." “Buh I did’n mean it like tha! You guyz are all schmoopy, and ish sweet, I don get schmoopy with guyz… I never even been on a date.” "If ya don' mean it, don' say it like that, okay? You should apologize to Sarah cus she took it the way anyone else I think would take it, and you hurt her feelings." Max finished his lecture, then sat up as straight as he possibly could, a look of puzzlement on his face. "You've never been on a date?" “I tried,” I grumbled, “-buh she wouldn’t let me! And nup, been to prom twice as a pity date for my looooser friends, but its hard to get all doey eyed over guys yah use ta take a baf wit. ‘Sides, on prom yer parents give you booze, how could I noh go?” "Oh. Well, is gonna take some time to reconcile.... a nice letter with flowers or sommin' might help. She likes genuine dem'nstrations of love and affection, even if she says she doesn't. And fuck the proms." He looked at her. "I told you already... Cammo likes ya." “Yeah? Well thas beyond me. I don't even know why he hangs out with me, the only reason he started was cause I wuz bleedin' and he felt bad, now he's stuck with me. He's Mr. Popular Jock guy an' me? I'm a freak. ‘Sides, I got all the sexual prowwwress of a chipmunk on queludes." "Nah, he's a freak too." Max looked thoughtful. "People don't hang out with people iffin they don' like em. He genwinly likes ya babe, I can see it. He'd do anythin' for ya." “Yeah?” I asked hopefully, “Buh no…. I ‘ready screwed it up by bein’ the bigges prude in da whole world. I’m such a virgin.” He snorted again. "Babe... I dun' think you've screwed anythin' up. You'll only screw it up if ya don't talk to him. I know... for a *fact*, that he just wants to smooth thin's between ya. Mmkay?" “Yeah, maybe,” I sighed, and stood up, “Ohhhh, thah wasn’ a good idea.” "You okay?" he asked. “I think I’m gonna spew…” I moaned. "Ohhh dear. Hang on..." He staggered to his feet and came over to me. "Let's get that hair outta ya face first..." “Yer so swe-“ I was cut off when my stomach decided to empty itself on the grass. "Woah!" He laughed a little. "Dude... look atcha go... has to be a record." I tried to say something, before I keeled over and began to dry heave. "It's okay, Annie." He patted my back. "It'll be finished soon." I fell against him, “Ohhh, I don’ like throwin up.” "I don't think anyone does." He said. "Cept... cept prob'ly that new girl you're sharin' a room with." “Heh, she’s so, so, weird, an not normal weird neither,” I paused and looked up. “Hey Max, do you see Cammo or am I jus hill, hall, seein’ things?” Max sniffed the air. "I see him... an I smell..." His voice drifted off. "Oh... Oh shit." He didn't sound very pleased. poster: cammogirl date: 4 August 2002, 10:50pm EST The clearing I was aiming for was silent, empty, and bathed in the deep blue of night. It was cold, and I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing I wore another jumper. The tree that I usually sat underneath was not far off. I strolled over to it, sighing, and I sank down to sit against its trunk. I did, and as my butt hit the floor, my hand hit something soft. Something soft and cold. "Uh!" I shuddered, and knelt cautiously next to the 'thing', whatever it was. At first I thought maybe some bum had crawled their way here and died of exposure, cause it sure felt like a dead body. Then I saw the cropped hair in the light, and as I rolled the 'body' onto the back, I saw very familiar features. "Oh my God..." It was Sarah. "Sarah! Wake up! Sarah!" She felt dead. She was cold. Shit! What was her mutation again? Reptile something... Oh man. She was cold blooded. She was out here and she was cold blooded. Fuck. I grabbed her, hauling her up into my arms, and I ran for the mansion. She needed help, if it wasn't too late. { Back }{ Next } { Home }{ Updates }{ Archive }{ Characters }{ Gallery }{ Other } The Golden Nox is part of The Ethereal's Den & Dungeon message forum. Owned and operated by Amezri, © 2001-2004 Astrumignis Productions.