High School Blues

The electronic beeping of the computer game filled the companionable silence in Sylphiel's room. The occasional curse from Lina, who was playing the game, only added to the normalcy of the situation. Amelia leaned over the redhead's shoulder and kept yelling thing like "There's one there!" and "Lina you have to hit it not the other way around" which prompted Lina to come back with phrases like "I'll hit you if you don't shut up" and "Stop distracting me!" Filia sat elegantly on a chair and calmly read her fashion magazine while Sylphiel sat on the bed covered in blankets.

"Amelia if you say one more thing I will throw you out the window," Lina declared as her character died again. Amelia sulked and walked away.

"So everyone's seen them?" Sylphiel asked softly. Everyone paused to exchange guilty looks, much to her discomfort.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for them to get stolen," Amelia cried collapsing to the ground.

"The thing is, of course," Filia began, "That all the boys you met today had a different reaction to you than before they saw the pictures. Personally I think it's a wonderful opportunity, except for Xelloss. He's such a jerk."

"Except that Zel didn't seem any different. He's like a rock and not the dependable kind, but that emotionally constipated kind." Everyone gave Sylphiel a strange look to which she blushed and stammered and apology.

"Except you're wrong. He couldn't meet your eyes all during lunch. Man, you should have seen him blushing," Lina chortled falling out off her chair. "Ow." Amelia flushed in annoyance and muttered something scathing under her breath.

"What about Gourry? He didn't act any differently." She waited impatiently for one of them to correct her, to say that he'd noticed her. When they all nodded in agreement she couldn't stop the defeat that crawled inexorably over her. "I see. Well, that's…that's good. I wouldn't want to lose his friendship."

She swallowed the lump of sadness in her throat and sank into the down blankets around her. He hadn't noticed her; he'd never notice her at this rate. Ever since they were little he had treated like a friend and nothing more. At an early age she had decided that they were going to be married and live in a nice house. With the arrival of Lina things had changed. She couldn't hate the redhead, but she did envy her relationship with Gourry. They weren't dating or anything, but they had a connection that she could only dream of.

"Don't let that get you down, Sylphy. Talking about rocks. He's got them in his head," Lina declared, coming to flop down next to the depressed brunette. "The only thing he ever 'notices' is food. So unless you dress like a roasted chicken and cover yourself in gravy, he won't notice you." She giggled half-heartedly, cheeks turning a pale shade of pink as she thought of dressing as a chicken.

"Thank you, Lina."

"Don't mention it, S-girl. That's what I'm here for." Lina rolled off the bed plopped herself beside Amelia. "So do you have any copies? I want to see what exactly was on them."

"I think so. Hang on." The girl pulled her backpack over and began to rummage through it. After a minute or two she pulled out a packet of developed photos. "Here."

Lina took the offered envelope and quickly pulled out the pictures. She burst out laughing as she flipped through them.

"Sylphy, I think you're in trouble."

"Why?" Sylphiel crawled off the bed to join the rest of the girls who stood giggling over the photos. Without a word Filia handed her a picture, eyes watering from laughter.

"Oh…my…god…"

"I'd say, 'oh my goddess' if I were you," Filia teased.

Sylphiel stared at the offending piece of photographic work in horror. The one that had been passed to her revealed her wearing her pajamas. That would have been fine if they had been any pair but the purple ones. The bottoms were pajama shorts, as in silk short-shorts, and the top was a spaghetti-strap tank top of the same material. To make it even worse she had been captured in a rather compromising position. In fact from the angle the picture had been taken at anyone could see straight down her shirt, and tell she wasn't wearing a bra, as she bent down to grab a pillow off the floor.

The next photo showed her swinging the pillow over her head, shirt stretched tight across her chest, to bring it down on top of Lina who had Amelia in a strangle hold. The next was of Amelia running away from a pillow wielding Lina and a nice shot of Sylphiel's posterior.

"I…I…" She fainted dead away again.

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I know, she's fainting a lot. Oh well. Please review, I wanna know if people like this or not. Please? Thanks for reading!