Guess what, everyone? I'm not dead! And I decided to keep writing! Kudos to me! Gets smacked by everyone for being stupid and self-centered
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. I love it all. :D
This chapter is dedicated to muh best freend EVER: CL Curtis. She rocks all, people. Oh, and everyone who reviewed, you all rock too. And Johnny. And Keanu Reeves. Oh, and my mom, and my cat, and...
(Five minute time lapse)
...and my second grade math teacher, she's cool. Yeah. That's about it.
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Sands awoke slowly; only vaguely aware of the burning pain he was experiencing. His knee, his face, his arms...everything. There was no escaping it. The weird thing was, he didn't know if he was awake or asleep. He could hear everything around him...but he couldn't open his eyes to make sure. He sighed, and sat up. Definitely awake. And throbbing now, no less.
Trillian heard movement outside, and she put down the carving knife she was using and wiped her hands on the dishtowel. She headed over to the door, and paused.
"Sands?" She said cautiously, bracing herself for a smart-ass answer.
"Yes?" He answered painfully.
"Are you hungry?" Trillian asked.
"Kind of." Sands replied truthfully.
"What can I get you?"
"What do you have?"
"Well, a lot. I mean, chicken, beef, pork—"
"Pork?" Sands cut her off.
"Yeah...that's what I said."
"I..." he began, but started coughing. The air was so hot and dry, it was drying out his throat, and making him sweat.
"How do you want it?" Trillian asked, putting her hand on her hip.
"Pibil."
"Huh?"
"Pibil." He said again.
"Okay, how the hell—I mean, how do I make it?" She asked, biting her lip at her harshness.
"How am I supposed to know? I just order it." Sands said grumpily, leaning back in the chair. Unfortunately he leaned back too abruptly and fell out of the chair, hitting the terra cotta patio with a thud.
Trillian's eyes widened with concern as she rushed forward to help him.
Sands brushed her off angrily, and attempted to stand.
"Get off!" He hissed when she tried to help his unsteady footing.
"I'm sorry, okay! I was just trying to help!" Trillian said angrily.
"Yeah, well, don't help me!" Sands shot at her, pushing past her and feeling for the door. It was open, and he stumbled inside, tripping over the 2-inch raised step. He uttered something like a growl and scrambled back to his feet, cursing.
Finally, Trillian had enough with watching this guy hurt himself.
"Do you need help?"
"Yes." Sands said immediately, standing in a half-crouched position, his hands out for any hazards he might trip over.
Trillian sighed and walked over, taking his hand and leading him gently to the living room. She sat him on the big, overstuffed couch, and sat next to him.
"Are you okay?" She asked softly. He nodded.
Trillian took a moment to study him as he leaned back, obviously exhausted. Once she had gotten him cleaned up, sunglasses aside, he was quite attractive. Sexy, even.
Trillian! She scolded herself. That's wrong! He...ugh!
She shook her head, amused, and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Sands asked, almost uneasily.
"To make you your pork." Trillian answered, then disappeared into the kitchen.
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Mrow! Read and review, baby!
Ow.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I love it all. :D
This chapter is dedicated to muh best freend EVER: CL Curtis. She rocks all, people. Oh, and everyone who reviewed, you all rock too. And Johnny. And Keanu Reeves. Oh, and my mom, and my cat, and...
(Five minute time lapse)
...and my second grade math teacher, she's cool. Yeah. That's about it.
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Sands awoke slowly; only vaguely aware of the burning pain he was experiencing. His knee, his face, his arms...everything. There was no escaping it. The weird thing was, he didn't know if he was awake or asleep. He could hear everything around him...but he couldn't open his eyes to make sure. He sighed, and sat up. Definitely awake. And throbbing now, no less.
Trillian heard movement outside, and she put down the carving knife she was using and wiped her hands on the dishtowel. She headed over to the door, and paused.
"Sands?" She said cautiously, bracing herself for a smart-ass answer.
"Yes?" He answered painfully.
"Are you hungry?" Trillian asked.
"Kind of." Sands replied truthfully.
"What can I get you?"
"What do you have?"
"Well, a lot. I mean, chicken, beef, pork—"
"Pork?" Sands cut her off.
"Yeah...that's what I said."
"I..." he began, but started coughing. The air was so hot and dry, it was drying out his throat, and making him sweat.
"How do you want it?" Trillian asked, putting her hand on her hip.
"Pibil."
"Huh?"
"Pibil." He said again.
"Okay, how the hell—I mean, how do I make it?" She asked, biting her lip at her harshness.
"How am I supposed to know? I just order it." Sands said grumpily, leaning back in the chair. Unfortunately he leaned back too abruptly and fell out of the chair, hitting the terra cotta patio with a thud.
Trillian's eyes widened with concern as she rushed forward to help him.
Sands brushed her off angrily, and attempted to stand.
"Get off!" He hissed when she tried to help his unsteady footing.
"I'm sorry, okay! I was just trying to help!" Trillian said angrily.
"Yeah, well, don't help me!" Sands shot at her, pushing past her and feeling for the door. It was open, and he stumbled inside, tripping over the 2-inch raised step. He uttered something like a growl and scrambled back to his feet, cursing.
Finally, Trillian had enough with watching this guy hurt himself.
"Do you need help?"
"Yes." Sands said immediately, standing in a half-crouched position, his hands out for any hazards he might trip over.
Trillian sighed and walked over, taking his hand and leading him gently to the living room. She sat him on the big, overstuffed couch, and sat next to him.
"Are you okay?" She asked softly. He nodded.
Trillian took a moment to study him as he leaned back, obviously exhausted. Once she had gotten him cleaned up, sunglasses aside, he was quite attractive. Sexy, even.
Trillian! She scolded herself. That's wrong! He...ugh!
She shook her head, amused, and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Sands asked, almost uneasily.
"To make you your pork." Trillian answered, then disappeared into the kitchen.
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Mrow! Read and review, baby!