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The Adventures of Teenage Weirdos *** |
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"I thank you for all the moments we shared; I hate you for all the years I've wasted."
After English, Ashley stood in front of her crush, Ryan: taller Ryan, stronger Ryan, faster Ryan, the Oh-So-Incredibly-Impossible-To-Not-Stare-At Ryan. Ryan Tylers.
And he was staring back at her, Ashley: plain Ashley, shy Ashley, endurance runner Ashley, the Easily-Pushed-Aside-And-Ignored Ashley. Ashley Smith.
It was an awkward silence they shared, but the silence was cut by a cough Ryan gave as he said, "Well... you wanted to talk?"
Ashley blushed, and said, "Uh, yeah!" She nodded frantically, "Of course!" She mentally berated herself. She was rushing her words; she felt like a complete idiot. "I, um, uh..."
Ryan looked away, and tapped his toe nervously on the concrete below them. He rubbed his neck -a nervous habit he's had since freshmen year. He glanced at her, and said shyly, "It's about yesterday, huh?" Ashley looked down, a total wreck. No DUH.
"Y-Yeah," she bit the inside of her cheek. "About that." The twosome looked at each other, and said simultaneously:
"Look, I understand if you reject me, I'm happy just being friends-"
"I'm sorry about yesterday, I would be happy to go to the movies this Saturday-"
The tongue-tied couple blankly stared at one another before they both laughed out loud, happy at their own inner success at obtaining a new love life. There was a glow in Ashley's eyes that hadn't been there before, but now it was practically making her shine. Ryan gave her a half smile, being his usual shy self.
"Will five be okay?"
"Huh?" Ashley blurted.
"For me to pick you up."
She reddened, and decided it would be best to just nod than to let her mouth run amok. "Okay. See you." She grinned.
Ryan nodded, and adjusted the green and black backpack on his shoulder. He turned around, and said, "Later." Ashley watched him walk down the hallway, then turn the corner.
After he was gone, Ashley sank to her knees, which had officially given out on her. Her face made a smile, and she just couldn't stop! The muscles were sore, but she was just so happy! She couldn't remember a time she was this happy! Unless you counted her times with Rafael. But those didn't count NOW did they? She cupped her face in embarrassment, thanking God no one was around to see her in her state.
Once some of the bliss had subsided, she stood, gathering her dropped things, she walked out into the hallway, and into the breezy outside.
Ashley wondered if she should go see Trish. It would be best to, since it would be rude not to, even if she suggested she wouldn't.
She decided, why not? She was going to talk to Michelle next period anyway, so it's not like she going to miss any time talking about orbs. Besides, Trish was her best friend; there was absolutely NO way she was not going to tell her about her new -dare she say it- boyfriend.
That brought back a lot of memories. In middle school, it had been Trish to convince her to date the Sisneros boy, who had asked her out. At first, Ashley was hesitant: the two had been rivals since kindergarten! What made him change his mind about her now? But Trish was persistent at it, and Ashley eventually caved.
They had gone out for a year. And when he broke up with her, she felt like no one would ever make her feel the same way, laugh the same. When he walked away, a part of her was torn away with him.
That is, until she met Ryan.
At first, they were friends, but she feelings grew into something more, and apparently so had his. Thus bringing everything up to date to herself.
Sighing, Ashley made her way behind the boy's bathroom, and in between the b***h's Bush. There Trish sat on a tree stump. When she noticed Ashley, she smiled.
"What took you so long?"
The rest of the day seemed like a flurry of light and love, perfection. Things were bright, wonderful. Even a Level 4 couldn't bring her down!
Michelle and Rafael noticed after one or two classes with her. Whenever they talked, she wasn't paying attention, and she wasn't even taking notes! That was rare for the studious Ashley. But she didn't seem to care, sighing every so often, smiling warmly. Even during lunch, which she didn't have with Trish, and usually ate alone, she was out of it.
On the way to sixth period, Rafael snapped at her bliss-induced state. "Ashley, what the f*cking hell is your problem?"
Ashley glared at him and his profanity. "My problem? I have none. What the heck is yours?"
Rafael gave her a familiar look. "Cut the crap, you've been staring out into space for the last three hours! What the f*ck happened?"
Michelle quietly agreed, nodding. "Are you sick...?"
Ashley shook her head, laughing. "Oh, good Lord, no! I'm just," she smiled, and sighed, "happy."
Her team mates gave a, "no duh," look.
As they entered the library, they noticed Kylee sitting at the table with her legs propped up on the chair next to her. She was writing in her notebook, bobbing her head up and down to her white headphones. She noticed them come in, and she gave them a sweet half smile.
"Hey you guys. About time you got here!"
They ignored her comments, and walked around the long wooden tables in the light-filled place. Ashley seemed to dance in.
Kylee gave her a look, and then chuckled. "Hey there, Ms. Happy Sunshine. You seem glowing today."
"Hm-mm." Ashley smiled.
Kylee stuck her tongue out, and said to the other two across the way, "She has a boyfrienddd~"
The foursome just laughed at Ashley's flushed face.
But then, a sudden loud noise caused the windows break, and everything froze except for them. Time slowed, and a deep aura filled the room.
Poison?
Vladimir was running.
It was too soon, not now! They haven't even received the proper training to defend themselves! Fortman was getting too bold, and the kids were in danger. Vladimir contemplated to himself, then he snarled. He had no other choice. He had promised the President to only use this in extreme cases. He hoped that this was one of them.
He reached into his Hawaiian print shirt, and pulled out a chained hour glass. The sand didn't move; there was barely any grains of it on the bottom. He flicked the casing, and the sand flashed to life as wrinkled, peachy hands morphed into green and brown.
Damn it all to Hell!
 Ukeire · Sat Feb 14, 2009 @ 06:52am · 0 Comments |
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