They were at it again. I would not have known this, had I not walked across the hall in front of Yohji's door. Ken and Omi were always in there this time of night. They were, to put it lightly-experimenting. You're probably sitting there wondering why I wasn't joining in with them.
I suppose you could call it MY fault. After all…If they couldn't find a reason to call me the ice king when they thought I couldn't hear them…then maybe, just maybe I would be in there with them. I've tried in the past to not be so cold. I've tried several times. And by "tried" I don't mean like I was trying and I suddenly said something cold to someone or even all out completely snapped. I mean that…I've tried to not be so cold…you know…make a few jokes…try not to be such a perfectionist…be SOCIAL-and…and nobody noticed. That's what I mean by I've tried.
But…its ok…I don't really mind that much. I guess…I'm just a loner by nature. That's what somebody told me once. As I pad my way barefoot down to the end of the hall, I hear more loud moans and cries of sheer pleasure coming from Omi. Smiling ever so slightly, I wish to myself that maybe someday I could join them in their fun. But until then… "I sleep alone…" I say softly to no one, letting myself into my room for the evening. I close the door halfway.
After I pull out my pajamas I shake the dryer fuzz off of them, and walk into my bathroom leaving the door open. I walk up to the sink and proceed to make several strange faces in my mirror. With a small chortle meant for no one to hear but me, I pick up my toothbrush and coat the bristles with my sparkly bubble gum toothpaste and brush my teeth. Once that's done with, I strip my normal clothes, fold them, and put them in the hamper beside the door, then I replace them with my dark green silk pajamas lined in silver.
With quite possibly the world's longest yawn, I shuffle back out into my freakishly tidy room, and draw the covers back on my bed. After I stretch I lay back and yank the covers back around me. As I reach up to turn out the light by my bed, I hear a round hearty laughter coming from across the hall.
"Goodnight Guys…" I say softly, feeling lonely and cold all alone in my bed. I lay there listening to my teammates laugh and carry on for a good half hour down the hall, before I heard one of the three make a hushing sound. All three of them said goodnight to one another and then most likely, settled down to doze off in each other's arms. For them it must all seem like a wonderful fairytale. Someone always there for you, someone to talk to you, to laugh with you, to see you…for me, its my nightmare.
Maybe I do mind after all…
I suppose you could call it MY fault. After all…If they couldn't find a reason to call me the ice king when they thought I couldn't hear them…then maybe, just maybe I would be in there with them. I've tried in the past to not be so cold. I've tried several times. And by "tried" I don't mean like I was trying and I suddenly said something cold to someone or even all out completely snapped. I mean that…I've tried to not be so cold…you know…make a few jokes…try not to be such a perfectionist…be SOCIAL-and…and nobody noticed. That's what I mean by I've tried.
But…its ok…I don't really mind that much. I guess…I'm just a loner by nature. That's what somebody told me once. As I pad my way barefoot down to the end of the hall, I hear more loud moans and cries of sheer pleasure coming from Omi. Smiling ever so slightly, I wish to myself that maybe someday I could join them in their fun. But until then… "I sleep alone…" I say softly to no one, letting myself into my room for the evening. I close the door halfway.
After I pull out my pajamas I shake the dryer fuzz off of them, and walk into my bathroom leaving the door open. I walk up to the sink and proceed to make several strange faces in my mirror. With a small chortle meant for no one to hear but me, I pick up my toothbrush and coat the bristles with my sparkly bubble gum toothpaste and brush my teeth. Once that's done with, I strip my normal clothes, fold them, and put them in the hamper beside the door, then I replace them with my dark green silk pajamas lined in silver.
With quite possibly the world's longest yawn, I shuffle back out into my freakishly tidy room, and draw the covers back on my bed. After I stretch I lay back and yank the covers back around me. As I reach up to turn out the light by my bed, I hear a round hearty laughter coming from across the hall.
"Goodnight Guys…" I say softly, feeling lonely and cold all alone in my bed. I lay there listening to my teammates laugh and carry on for a good half hour down the hall, before I heard one of the three make a hushing sound. All three of them said goodnight to one another and then most likely, settled down to doze off in each other's arms. For them it must all seem like a wonderful fairytale. Someone always there for you, someone to talk to you, to laugh with you, to see you…for me, its my nightmare.
Maybe I do mind after all…