This is a quiz result from somethin' I took:

OMG they killed Kenny! Well, hopefully that won't actually happen to you, but it's a sweet quote. You are like Kenny. Elusive, mumbly, and somewhat impatient, you like to be hidden behind your hood. What the hell did you just say? No one really knows, and that is cool.

AWESOME!

I took on JtHM related a few weeks ago, and I am DEVI. Yay...

And on another random note, I did one of those 'Make My Baby' things using a picture of my boyfriend.

It had three eyes and no nose.

Is that normal?


"You're smoking."

I turn my head to the left, just barely, to see Trinity, her hands in the pockets of her puffy red jacket, breath fogging in front of her. Naomi is standing a bit behind her, glaring at me. I take another breath of the cigarette hanging loosely from my mouth and then take it out by scissoring it between my fingers, holding it about an inch away from my mouth.

"So I am."

Trinity's expression is unreadable. "You shouldn't be doing that, you know."

"I don't care."

It's about twelve o'clock on a Friday night, and I'm leaning against the brick wall of Candy Mandy's, mainly because of the fact that the girls work there glare at me whenever I walk by, as if my very presence will make the candy melt or somethin'. I don't know why she's here, because I heard she was spending the night at that girl with the name I can never remember or whatever.

"And you're what, fifteen?" Naomi asks.

"Sixteen." I'm amazed she cares.

That day Trinity and I sat for lunch together marked the day we had a huge test and a crapload of homework. She went and finished all of it right when she got home, I heard. Well, because she called me the day after (how'd she get my number anyway?) gloating about it. I haven't even started on it, and school starts tomorrow. Oh well. School's never number one on my list of priorities anyway.

"You still shouldn't be smoking." Naomi says, matter-of-factly. I roll my eyes and smirk.

"I think lung cancer would be a fun way to die." I tease, taking another drag. She looks like she wants to slap me, but I don't really care. "Aren't you supposed to be at your friends or something?"

"She called and canceled." Trinity explains. I nod.

And then something totally unexpected happens.

"Are you gay?" Naomi suddenly asks innocently.

I almost choke. Is she serious? I barely know this chick, and here she is, asking me if I'm gay?

"No." I glare at her, at the highest level I can set my 'glare-o-meter', as my dad calls it. "I. Am. Not. Gay."

"Denial!" she sang.

Trinity is looking at her friend with a mixture of shock, disgust, anger and something resembeling... wonder? on her face. Wonder? What, does Trinity think I'm gay too?

"I'm not in fucking denial, bitch." I spit, taking my cigarette and grinding it against the brick wall behind me, standing up fully and turning to face the two head on and scowling. I've been going out of my comfort zone a lot in the past three weeks, like talking to people and actually sitting with a girl at lunch. I'm also not ashamed to admit I have anger issues, and my dad says it's okay because he did too, and snickered when he thought about it.

And then there's all this shit going in my life outside school that I don't even like to think about. For example; three days before school started for me, dad's old and senile dog Woofles passed away, so he's all cheerful and annoying but you can totally tell he's faking and then he's just sobbing his eyes out at night. Excuse me for being rude, but it's pretty pathetic. THEN all my teachers and principals are yelling at me because I'm 'not living up to my full potential', like I haven't heard that all my life. But wait, I'm not done. They call home, and dad gets pissed, and it always looks like he wants to spit fire at me. Then I get the speech from him, and...

Ugh.

So right now I have a lot of anger building up inside of me and I think I want to kill her. She must be able to tell, because she steps back. Trinity glares at me, and Naomi mutters something that makes Trinity glare at her too.

"Look, bitch," Naomi spits back, suddenly on the defensive, "just because you're fucking up my relationship with my best friend does so not mean you can treat me like-like-like-"

"The whore you are?" I suggest, too angry to care right now.

I'll admit it, I shouldn't have went that far. But still- she didn't have to fucking slap me!

She stepped up so that she was right in front of me, raised her hand, and slapped me, hard enough to snap my head to the right, and damn, it hurt. I'm pretty sure her purple she-demon claws broke the skin, because I started bleeding after that. Was she done? No. She went and kicked me in the shin, and then in the crotch, which brought me to my knees. I'm pretty sure that she would've gone farther if Trinity hadn't yanked her back. The bitch was foaming at the mouth, I swear to God.

Trinity hissed something into Naomi's ear, and she visibly relaxes. I stand up, despite my throbbing man parts, and bare my teeth angrily at the both of them. "I'm not gay." I say, angrily.

"Then prove it." Naomi says, smugly. Her teeth are bared in a mixture between a snarl and a smile, and it looks pretty stupid.

"Gladly." I say, reaching forward. I grab Trinity's hand, then pull her towards me.

And then, we kiss.

Well, I kiss her. She makes a muffled sound, her eyes wider than they should be able to go.

Her lips are soft and cold, and all I can think about is how nice and right this feels. Then I remember that I'm just proving something to Naomi, because I've only known this girl that I'm basically making out with for three weeks and that's insane. I pull away, and I'm pretty sure that I'm mirroring the look of total, utter shock on her face. Also, I think that we're thinking the same thing.

Yeah. Probably the same things.

And so, my face unchanging, I turn and run away into the night, my feet beating against the pavement and Trinity calls out after me.

"Xavier! Xavier!"

But I'm too far away to hear.

What the hell did I just do?


YAY KISSING.

I'd like everyone to welcome our new beta, Little Electric Wonder, or Bria. She's really awesome, so go... I dunno... be awesome to her. Or something.

I wrote this whole thing while listening to Three Hours Back by Silverstein. You gotta look 'em up, they're really cool.

I'm facing a problem. So, I'm going to the Gencon soon, and I NEED A COSTUME. I was gonna be Mamimi from FLCL, but my mom won't let me dye my hair all purple again. I have shoulderlength brown hair with long purple bangs that go over my eyebrows, and my hairs slightly wavy but CAN be straight or curly depending on what I want to do with it. Please help me with suggestions! Thanks, dudes!

~Dirge