author's note
I should have said earlier, but this story is strongly influenced not only by Dash & Lily's Book of Dares but of startscribbling12's story: bommieNATOR, and so I have borrowed a few of the usernames. You should go check it, it's a fun little read.
enjoi.
tumbling
'I challenge you!' –by pinkribbons&blacklace
So it's been a bit and a nuclear apocalypse since everyone decided to place their urls in that stupid little green bowler hat (does anyone know where to get one of those? I can wear it next St Patrick's Day) and now everyone wants to find out who I am. I know that sounds conceited, but seriously, there are better things to talk about during your study periods. Well, I'm curious about a few of you guys too (not saying who). So I'm issuing a little dare for anyone who's up to it.
I'm not the most original chick out there, but it's good to know that there are a few of you I actually live close to. Shout out to Dash & Lily.
one) Let's start at The Usual Spot.
two) She's a real Belle, a woman who can tame any Beast.
three) _ _ _
four) 46/3/9 & 46/7/2 & 48/53/10. Fill in the blanks.
extra credit! Time for a little reverse psychology; 'I need more affection than you know'.
five) Leave your answer with Demyx, and wait for the next clue.
In all honesty, letting my friend place the url in the hat was probably one of the worst mistakes of my life, but maybe I could turn this situation around. It'll be our little adventure.
So, are you feeling lucky?
Posted at 9:15pm (7/11/12) with 354 notes.
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"O-M-G. Did you read what pinkribbons said on her Tumblr last night?"
"Yeah! Those clues are totally cryptic. I mean, I get she's referencing Beauty and the Beast, but what were those numbers?"
"How are we supposed to know what 'The Usual Spot' is?"
"And the reverse psychology thing?"
"Gods, I am never going to understand how this chick became Tumblr famous. She's just some lonely slut looking for attention."
"But have you seen her pictures? And her poetry?"
"Whatever. Poetry is super easy. If I reblogged a few pretty pictures and spun a few words I'd be famous in no time."
I snarled under my breath at the absolute crap I'd been hearing from the stupid wannabees. So far, I hadn't received any comments that weren't ridiculous ploys that commented they'd never be able to figure the puzzle out or were trying to get me to reveal more clues. Some weirdo even offered to send me some nude snaps for more clues about my identity (I believe it was probably Reno's weird brother, Axel trying to be funny). I rolled my eyes and deleted the message.
So far blackcat hadn't replied to the post, which was disappointing. I'll admit, I've developed some kind of internet crush on this boy (I assume it's a boy- Gods, I hope it's a boy). Don't tell me this has never happened to you, there are heaps of internet idols you keep watching because they are both witty and adorable (danisnotonfire is a brilliant example of these specimens) but thus far, the only image of blackcat I'd ever seen is an image taken from someone else, which cut off his head and just showed an picture of his collarbone and a shuriken-like necklace hanging from his neck. I'd yet to see any of these mysterious clues on the boys I suspected were blackcat. I'd saved the picture by the way- I have some weird clavicle fetish. Plus, it's the only proof I have that blackcat isn't some forty-two year old pedophile living with his mother.
"Even if you're like that," I heard Ventus say to Aqua, "pinkribbons really does have a lot of people following her, and there are probably going to be a lot of people at The Usual Spot after school."
"'The Usual Spot' is an actual place?" one of the brain-dead floozies asked him.
"Yeah," Ventus replied cheerily, grinning that fantastic sunshine-smile of his, "It's some backwater place hidden along Main Street. Trust me, I wouldn't know about it if Roxas wasn't a regular. He's friends with Demyx, the guy you need to talk to in order to get the next clue."
"Oh my God, I thought your brother was a mute," I realised that it was Selphie who'd spoken. They were speaking in the hallway my locker was located. Don't go thinking that I was actually here because I was stalking people who were talking about my blog.
"He's not. He's actually got a really nice voice, he just doesn't speak a lot."
"It's kind of hard to, I mean, doesn't he hang out with people that are a lot older than him?" that was Kairi. Snap, how did I not realise she was there? Then again, I'm not exactly tuned to the likes of her… Evil slutface.
"His ex-boyfriend was part of a gang called Thirteen."
Kairi wrinkled her nose, and I chanced a look at them, pulling a strand of platinum blond behind my ear so I could see them out of the corner of my eye. I really envied Kairi, she was really pretty- of course, that's where my adoration for her ends. Minus the beautiful façade and you have a conservatist, homophobic, shallow, Prada-obsessed party girl, complete with her butchy female bodyguard (Xion) and a minion attempting to make 'fetch' happen (Selphie). I honestly don't know how she could be friends with people as cool as Sora and Riku. How did she not realise that the both of them were crushing on each other? They'd probably known each other for a while. Girls don't become as bitchy as her until at least middle school.
"You're brother's a homosexual?" she asked, her voice filled with a little distain.
Ventus looked like he was genuinely confused about her disgusted tone. "He's bi, why?"
"Oh nothing," Kairi replied, obviously she didn't want to get on his bad side. Demyx had come out when we were in freshman year and she'd gone 'Yuck, two boys shouldn't be allowed to like each other' to the news. She was honestly one of the most medieval people I'd ever known. I guess she might have been someone who voted for Mitt Romney had she the chance. The way that Sora and Riku fought, and how Kairi was always there to break them up, it looked like they were fighting over her. But there were those close to them that knew better.
Roxas intrigued me, I'll admit. It's safe to assume he liked the same kind of music as me, considering the band t-shirts he wore underneath flannel and trench-coat jackets. I envy him. It was so hard to find those kinds of shirts. Ventus was probably right about his voice, and I wanted to know what it sounded like. He sat at the back of Music and played classical piano and guitar amazingly during our performance assignments. I'd also seen him playing a mean harmonica on the way back from school one day. I mean, it's charming and sexy right? He was just so different. He probably wore some kind of eyeliner and amassed a heap of Gatsby but there is just something so alluring about a skinny-jeaned skateboarder wearing hemp bracelets. I really wanted to know him better, but he was somewhat intimidating, and I'm not the sassy bitch I am on Tumblr in real life.
I slammed my locker door, secretly loathing the fact that I thought Kairi was so attractive. Honestly? I wanted to have red-velvet hair. I desperately wanted to dye it, but doing that would mean I'd be simply copying Kairi and I didn't want to be thought of as someone who wanted to copy her. The upside to this? If I had some sex-appeal and a killer set of vocals I could be like Taylor Momsen- a celebrity harbouring my lesbian love-like devotion.
"What's stuck up your butt, Naminé?" Kairi sneered at me, grinning like she was fucking queen of the world. And I guess I just wasn't in the mood to speak to her or deal with any part of her puny attention span because my immediate answer was; "Definitely not your vibrator, that's what."
"Ooh burn!"
"Miss D'Ambroise!"
Aww, shit.
xox
"Well, well. Look who we have here, it's rather odd to see you here, Miss Naminé," Vanitas grinned toothily at me. He was straddling one of the worn out detention chairs and crossing his arm over the back rest, looking up through thick black lashes with golden eyes. I was unnerved by his stare, but it had less to do with his genetic anomaly than the fact that he was really handsome and cool, plus I had a crush on him back in middle school- and now he was finally talking to me. Sure, I didn't feel the same way for him anymore, but gods, he was still so hot. I had to focus on something else… The Detention Room was in a hideous state. The place looked like it had survived through The Holocaust.
"And it's good to be here with you shiny perfect examples of normal members of society," I replied back snippily, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Come now, Darling. Sarcasm is so unbefitting of you," he replied, petting my head and running his hand through a lock of the platinum blond strands. "We're not all here because we want to be. Take Riku for example, he should be going on a date with Sora."
"Instead," the silver-haired teen butted in, aquamarine eyes dulled through his bluish-grey fringe, "I'm stuck here trying to understand Roxas' music taste."
"Roxas is here?" I blurted out before I realised how insulting that was. Gods. I didn't even realise he was in detention. I was spending the entire time regretting what I'd said to Kairi. I looked back in my seat and found Roxas with his Doc Martens crossed at the ankle on his graffiti-infested desk. The corner of his lip quirked up in a smirk and he gave me a two-fingered salute. He was playing his iPhone softly next to him while folding a piece of paper into an origami crane.
"Gypsy and the Cat?" I asked him.
He looked at me with surprise, nodding.
"Awesomely underrated band, I loved The Piper's Song. I found them linked to a song by Two Door Cinema Club," she informed him, and watched with adoration as his smirk widened into a smile.
"Neon Hitch," he replied, "has a brilliant mix of What You Know with-"
"Ellie Goulding," I grinned, adjusting myself so I was performing the seiza position on my chair and facing him.
"Hideously auto tuned, but Neon's got a brilliant set of vocals on her. Plus, have you heard her back story? The circus. Nothing gets more exciting than that." Now that I'd actually heard him speak, I had to admit that Roxas' voice was so addicting. I could tell he was a smooth falsetto, because he had a naturally high pitch, but was speaking with this gritty, sleazy, sexy quality that was sending shivers down my spine.
"Definitely. Lord, I've never heard you speak before, Roxas. You remind me of Taylor Momsen."
"He does not," Riku said, and I stuck my tongue out at him.
"It's not the pitch, Ri," I explained, turning my attention back to Roxas, who was staring at me with curiosity. Gods, I had to stop myself from blushing. His eyes were just so blue. They were intense and smouldering and it felt like he was seeing right through me. My skin lit and sizzled. I placed my hand on my neck and played with a few of the hairs. "It's the way you're talking; making it deep and gritty, smoky and sexy. Do you normally speak like that?"
"This is my normal voice," he told me, and I blushed when I realised how stupid that sentence must have sounded.
"Ah yeah, sorry. It just- you know, sounds really cool."
"Thanks," he replied, looking genuinely surprised. Of course he looked surprise. Everyone thought he was a mute. They'd never heard that boyish addicting sound whenever he parted those pretty, pale lips. "I'm kind of scared to talk to people. Multiple times I've been compared to Jesse McCartney."
I shuddered, sitting on my desk and crossing one of my legs over the other one. "Understandable. He's got talent but produces absolute rubbish."
"Amen," Vanitas and Riku said in tandem.
I giggled guiltily, placing a hand to my mouth, "There's only one song I have from him: his version of I'll Try."
"That's a Disney song, it's automatically excused," he replied, taking his boots off the table and sat cross-legged on the chair. Detention should be over soon. I turned to the clock. Yeah, ten minutes. I found myself accidentally tracing Roxas' muscles once again. I'd never really bothered to look at him before. He's so quiet. He was just a presence. A presence in glorious clothes. Today he was wearing a Velvet Underground band t-shirt under a black-grey-white flannel with sleeves pushed up to the elbows, maroon skinny jeans and black Doc Marten boots. He was wearing dorky glasses, a particular weakness of mine.
"So, are you guys going to The Usual Spot after this?" Riku asked them.
"I'm a bit curious as to who pinkribbons is," Vanitas told them, scratching his dark black locks.
"What do you think of her?" I asked, hoping I wasn't making myself too obvious.
"I think she's bit whiny and annoying," Riku answered, obviously ignoring my facial expression. I turned to Roxas, watching as the dirty-blond pressed his hand to his chest, seemingly fingering something underneath his shirt. As soon as he saw I was watching him, he took his hand away and I turned my attention to Vanitas.
"I like her," Vanitas admitted. "She's got guts, and I'm looking forward to figuring out who she is in real life. If only because it's going to cause a lot of drama."
"If I was her," Roxas said, his voice serious, low, and absolutely intoxicating, "I'd delete my account while I was ahead."
"Delete an account?" I questioned him, and he nodded, looking as solemn as ever. "Isn't that a lot of work? Wouldn't it be better to just stop blogging?"
"Someone's gonna figure out who she is. And since she hasn't revealed who she is, it's obvious she doesn't want to be found," he replied, using his hand and playing with the hemp bracelets around his wrists. He had a pretty one with green, red and blue beads on that I really wanted.
"Well then how do you explain her last post?"
"That's what doesn't make sense. She seems so intent on privacy. I'm sure she's someone's everyone's overlooked. She's probably someone bookish and shy."
"You follow her, Roxas?" I asked.
He turned to me and he looked like he narrowed his eyes before he nodded. His blond bangs were a little hard to see through. Maybe it was all in my head.
I can't believe Roxas follows my blog.
The knowledge just made me feel so giddy inside. To think someone as cool and hip and Roxas, with his nerd glasses and deep blue eyes followed my blog was pretty damn awesome. I was about to ask him what his blog was when Vanitas interrupted me.
"Detention's almost out," Vanitas said, jumping out of his chair. He offered me a hand and I took it, spinning around like a ballerina before regaining my balance. "Why don't we all head over to The Usual Spot together and see if we can figure out the puzzle?"
"Sounds good."
I was nervous as well as regretting everything I'd written in my last 'challenge' post. But it certainly did feel like I was starting an adventure.
tbc.
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