Note from XellAn: Here, by popular demand, is part of a longer story. Many
of you asked that i right longer stories, so i'm taking you up on that.
This is something i started writing while at work one night. the idea came
to me after reading several fics involving the Slayers in high school and i
gor to thinking: "what if they were part of the JC crew?" so here they are,
part of my school. all the other random people are
friends/enemies/acquaintances of mine, but with different names. so i do
actually know these people, for example, Merry is my best friend; Mike
really is the guy i have a crush on. and all the classes mentioned in the
fic are classes i have taken/am taking now.
Enjoy! ^_^
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*Chapter One: Crushed*
"...Mais, vous avez une ideé...Il y a une bonne ideé!..." My thoughts faded in and out of French class. That was the last place I wanted to be. The teacher was droning on and on, an English word never leaving her mouth. Sighing, I dragged my gaze away from the window and instead looked at the boy next to me. He sat slumped down at his desk, his long blond hair spilling over his shoulders and down his back, a dazed look on his face. I felt exactly how he looked. I sighed. BORING!
"...Est-ce que vous avez une ideé, Gourry?"
Startled, he looked up, the glazed look leaving his eyes. The teacher had called on him and he -as always- hadn't been paying attention. "...Wha?" He began before remembering that he had to speak in French. "Repetez, s'il vous plâit." He said sheepishly. That was one of two phrases I had taught him early on, one of the only two things he could say perfectly. The other was "Je ne sais pas" --"I don't know."
Shaking her head, she turned to look at me. I had been thinking of Mike, the guy I liked, not paying attention. I had no clue what the question was about. "Et vous, Mia?" I thought quickly. "Une ideé? Pour quoi?" "Penses!" "Je ne pense jamais en cette classe." (translation: an idea? for what? Think! i never think in this class.) Madame frowned. The class burst out laughing. Gourry looked at me, his eyes sparkling with laughter. "Tu es amusant." He smiled. "Ecoutez!!!" Madame demanded, looking quite frustrated. Some how, we managed to calm down and listen to the question again. And I did manage to answer it properly before class was over.
"So, how was Hell?" Gourry's best friend, Lina, asked us cheerfully when we met her after class. She was a junior, a fiery red-head, and one of my better friends. "You wait until you're in there next year." I grumbled, "We'll see how much you like it." She frowned, "Don't talk about next year. I'll miss you guys. Even Xellos." I grinned. Xellos was my best guy friend of seven years, a guy I'd grown up with. And boy, was he a nuisance. We were headed fo college together the following fall.
We trooped off to Math III -Trigonometry- together. I hated that class more than French. It was both mine and Gourry's second go-round, we'd failed the year before, and I just didn't get it at all. How would the Law of Sines help me in real life? Or the Quadratic Formula?
We sat crowded in the back corner. Lina and Gourry were up against the wall, he in front of her. I sat next to her, behind another junior and friend of Lina's, Filia. The pretty blond and I didn't get along to well, mostly because of Xellos. He'd done something to Filia in elementary school that she'd never forgiven him for and she hated his guts.
I managed to struggle through that day's class work and sort of learn about something called the "BEN equation" before breaking awayto my favorite class: Art. I was taking a creative crafts class with, of all people, Filia. She loved pottery and it was the only class she could take which allowed her to use a wheel.
I pushed my way down the hall after Trig, Filia trailing behind me. She followed me like that everyday, not just because we were in the same class, but because she wasn't aggresive enough to bully her way through the crowd. "...And they say that rich little freshman's got a crush on him! Isn't that ridiculous?" I seemed to only be hearing parts of conversations that day. My least favorite prep in the school, Tehra, and her firend Brielle were holding up traffic with their gossip. "No way, Bri! Get out! He'd never go for a freshman. Besides, I'm asking him to the Homecoming Dance."
I snickered as I squeezed past them. I knew damn well who they were talking about: the hottest guy in the school, Zelgadiss. I'd known Zel since the nineth grade when we were lab partners in Earth Science. All the girls liked him. Funny thing was, he didn't see himself as attractive. He had zero self-esteem and would never date a prep.
I heard Filia squeal behind me. That meant one of two things. Some one had pushed her or she'd seen Valgaav. Filia, I'd been told by Xellos, had had a crush on Val since she was ten. Their families were friends and they'd grown up together. She'd known him all her life. They'd been part of the same crowd until Val, for whatever reason, joined the Goths. By his sophomore year, he was wandering the school more angsty and brooding than Zelgadiss. And it took a lot to be more depressing than Zel.
The idea of Filia liking Valgaav amused me, to say the least. She was the kind, religious girl who wore a skirt almost every day. He had greenish hair and an extensive vocabulary of naughty words. Not the ideal couple in my mind. My twin sister, Elisa, was friends with him and they ate lunch with us sometimes. He liked Filia almost as much as she liked him. But did they tell each other? Nooo....
I was in between projects in Art, so I watched Filia throwing a pot on the wheel. There was something inspiring about the way her small hands formed a beautiful pot out of that ugly gray lump. It reminded me of Zelgadiss, how he thought he was so ugly, but he wasn't. I guess beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.
My oldest and most wonderful friend, Merry, was waiting for me at my locker after the bell rang. It was lunch time and a bunch of us had lunch together. The cafeteria was crowded, as usual, but there was one vacant table that we had claimed as our own when Gourry, Zel, Elisa, Merry, Xellos and I were freshmen. We were seniors, no one dared fight us for it, so it was our table, every day.
"Hey Zel." I plopped down near my moody lab partner. We'd been in science together for three years anbd every year we'd been partners. He'd told me earlier that year that AP Chem was lonely without me, despite the never ending mob of girls begging to be his partner. "Word in the hall's some little freshie's got a crush on you."
Merry nodded, confirming the rumor. "Yup. That little rich girl. You know, Gracia's sister." Zelgadiss turned pale. He remembered Gracia well enough. Mostly he remembered her ear-drum shattering laugh. She'd dropped out in her sophomore year and ran away from home.
"Oh," I continued, "I also heard that the Home Ec Girl's got a crush on you, Gourry." He blinked his sky blue eyes. "Home Ec Girl? Which one?" I frowned, trying to remember her name. It was something weird I could never pronounce right. "The one Lina knows...What's her name?"
"Slyphiel." Lina sat down beside Gourry, "Yeah, she likes him all right. He's her idol." She said bitterly. She stared at her lunch for a moment and I knew I shouldn't have brought that up. A Lina not scarfing down her food equaled a troubled Lina. It didn't surprise me. She liked him. A lot. And he never seemed to notice. "And Elisa says Valgaav's got a thing for Filia." I concluded.
"How'd every one do on the Government test?" Merry asked. She usually avoided crush conversations because she liked and was going out with a guy, coincidentally, named Mike and teasing usually ensued about what they were up to. "I aced it." I said through a mouthful of pineapple. "How is it," Zel asked dryly, "That you have time for all this gossip and every one else's love life and still manage to have a steady ninety-five average?" I smiled sweetly as I swallowed. "I'm just gifted." He rasied an eyebrow. "If you're so great, how come Misha hasn't asked you out yet?" He questioned. Well, there went all my confidence. I had issues with my looks and that was just the right thing to say to remind me of it. "You had to bring Misha up, didn't you? He'll never ask me out, because I'm not pretty like Lina or Fi or Elisa. And don't call him 'Misha.' It sounds weird coming from your mouth." I informed him. "You call him that all the time!" Came his protest. "Well, Mike is such a boring name. Misha is much more interesting. But that's my name for him, don't you call him by it!"
"Honestly, Mia, are you still going on about Mike?" Elisa had decided to eat with us that afternoon, "When are you going to give up on him and go out with Xellos?" I frowned. Elisa was the prettier of us two. She could have Mike, if she wanted him. She didn't have guy problems. "For one thing, he's never asked me out. And for another, why would he? He's my best friend and I'm not going out with my best friend." She blinked. "Why not? He's mad about you. Haven't you ever seen the way he looks at you when you go on and on about Mike?"
I ignored her and concentrated on my sandwich. What she said was true. Xellos did not like it when I even mentioned Mike. Not at all. But it felt funny, thinking about liking him and him liking me. I did like him, but friendships got destroyed over love. And his was one friendship I didn't want to lose.
Filia and Xellos appeared almost simultaneously at the table. Filia because she'd been last in the lunch line (again) and Xellos because it was his custom to show up any place whenever he damn well pleased. They both eyed the one remaining chair. Then Xel smiled. "You saved me a seat! How nice!" Instead of claiming the chair, however, he dropped down on Elisa's lap as if she weren't there. "Get offa me, you idiot!" She shrieked, "If you're gonna sit on some one, sit on my sister!" He just grinned. "I'd rather stay here. It's quite nice and the view is very lovely."
I felt a familiar prickle in the back of my throat and my whole face felt quite warm. The emotions I felt then were usually emotions reserved for a Mike sighting -Mike with another girl, that is. I was jealous. "I've gotta go." I said abruptly, "I hafta finish my English homework. Lina, you and Gourry can have the rest of my lunch." I stood up and practically ran out of the cafeteria before I started to cry.
Elisa, back in the lunch room, also stood up, dumping Xellos on the floor. "You jerk! What the hell did you do that for?!" She raged, "You must be dumber than Gourry."
This comment resulted in a "Huh?" from Gourry who was eating my Pringles, a "Hey!" from Lina who was fighting with her companion for said Pringles and a "What'd I do?" from Xellos. "How do you think Mia feels right now, you Chode?! Every one's always telling us I'm the 'prettier' twin! You're her friend; you like her, and you just chose me over her!" She glared at him. "I...I d-didn't know she'd get so upset..." He stammerd, "I mean, she doesn't like me like that!" My twin seemed ready to explode. "Of all the hopeless!...No matter what she says, she does too like you 'like that!' You'd better go find her!"
But I was no where to be found. I'd hid myself in the library for the rest of the period (something I was extremely good at) and went to English/Lit late so neither Xellos nor Merry would be able to talk to me. All I'd get from Merry was sympathy. What I wanted was to rip Xellos' violet hair out by it's roots. And to kill Elisa. If he really liked me as much as she said, why was he such a jerk?
"Sorry I was late, Miss C." Both of their eyes were on me as I handed the teacher my pass, "I was in the library doing some important work." What I'd been doing alternated between crying and plotting how I was going to kill Xellos, but hey, it was important to me. She nodded and I took my seat in the back corner. Just to annoy Xellos, i stared at Mike all period. Xel kept poking me and trying to talk to me, so I raise my hand. "Miss C?" She turned around from the chalkboard to look at me, "What is it, Mia?" She asked. "Xellos is bothering me. Can I switch seats?" She sighed. I was the only person who hadn't asked to move away from him at that point. He drove every one crazy. "All right. You may sit in Rika's seat, since she's not here." Sweet victory! I got up and switched seats, much to Xellos' dismay. Rika sat right next to Mike.
Ignoring Xellos wasn't hard. I'd gotten used to his obnoxiousness over the years and was very good at tuning him out. Ignoring every one else's questions...that was another story.
Especially when "every one else" included a younger brother, a younger sister and a twin. Siôn, Kristienne and Elisa would not let up as we walked home together. "I heard you and Xel got into a fight!" Siôn exclaimed as soon as he saw me. He was a junior, a computer whiz and quite the ladies man. "We didn't get into a fight." I said sourly,"He was just being an ass, like usual." My mood was going from bad to worse and they didn't help. "Did he kiss you to make up?!" Kristienne sqealed. For the past three years, she'd been trying to set us up together after deciding we'd make the perfect couple. "Shut up, guys!" Elisa quieted them, "Mia doesn't want to hear your stupid questions and comments." Ah, Elisa to the rescue.
It wasn't until later that she inquired after the outcome of lunch herself. "What did he do?" She asked curiously as I did my math homework. I turned away from her. "Why don't you ask him yourself? You're obviously better friends than I thought. I'm sure he'll be happy to sit right down and tell you all about it." I said curtly.
"Look, I know what he did was mean and you're hurt..."
Hurt? HURT?! An image of Xellos floated through my mind. He was my best friend, the guy, subconsciously, I always wanted to be with. I just hadn't realized it until I saw him so chummy with my twin sister, of all people. He was so funny, so cute. And he was always so cheerful. He'd always been there for me when things weren't right. Misha was just a fantasy. Xellos was real, I liked him and I always thought he liked me. A few tears slid down my cheeks. Hurt? I was crushed.
"...But he didn't mean to upset you. He really likes you, but he doesn't think you like him." She finished saying whatever the hell she'd been babbling about.
"Really?" I sniffled, "He really likes me?" She smiled, "Of course he does, Mia. What's not to like?" I wiped my eyes, "Well, you're prettier..." I trailed off. "He's not like Mike. Xel doesn't like you cause of how you look, Sis. He likes you cause he knows what kinda person you are. And you know what kinda person he is. He didn't mean anything by that. He was just being a fruitcake." I smiled a little, "When isn't he?"
He was waiting for me at my locker the next morning, a business-like expression on his face. "I don't like Elisa, Mia." He said in a very serious, out-of-character tone. "I know." I said softly. "But," He continued, "I do like you." A nod, "I know." I whispered. "And...?" He prompted. "I like you too, Xel." He glomped on to me, "I thought as much!"
We walked down the hall to first period Psychology together, he with his arm around me. He kissed me on the cheek and any thoughts of my liking Mike were, well, crushed.
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Well, what do we think? i'm working on a second chapter. good? bad? horrible? let me know. ^_^
Enjoy! ^_^
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*Chapter One: Crushed*
"...Mais, vous avez une ideé...Il y a une bonne ideé!..." My thoughts faded in and out of French class. That was the last place I wanted to be. The teacher was droning on and on, an English word never leaving her mouth. Sighing, I dragged my gaze away from the window and instead looked at the boy next to me. He sat slumped down at his desk, his long blond hair spilling over his shoulders and down his back, a dazed look on his face. I felt exactly how he looked. I sighed. BORING!
"...Est-ce que vous avez une ideé, Gourry?"
Startled, he looked up, the glazed look leaving his eyes. The teacher had called on him and he -as always- hadn't been paying attention. "...Wha?" He began before remembering that he had to speak in French. "Repetez, s'il vous plâit." He said sheepishly. That was one of two phrases I had taught him early on, one of the only two things he could say perfectly. The other was "Je ne sais pas" --"I don't know."
Shaking her head, she turned to look at me. I had been thinking of Mike, the guy I liked, not paying attention. I had no clue what the question was about. "Et vous, Mia?" I thought quickly. "Une ideé? Pour quoi?" "Penses!" "Je ne pense jamais en cette classe." (translation: an idea? for what? Think! i never think in this class.) Madame frowned. The class burst out laughing. Gourry looked at me, his eyes sparkling with laughter. "Tu es amusant." He smiled. "Ecoutez!!!" Madame demanded, looking quite frustrated. Some how, we managed to calm down and listen to the question again. And I did manage to answer it properly before class was over.
"So, how was Hell?" Gourry's best friend, Lina, asked us cheerfully when we met her after class. She was a junior, a fiery red-head, and one of my better friends. "You wait until you're in there next year." I grumbled, "We'll see how much you like it." She frowned, "Don't talk about next year. I'll miss you guys. Even Xellos." I grinned. Xellos was my best guy friend of seven years, a guy I'd grown up with. And boy, was he a nuisance. We were headed fo college together the following fall.
We trooped off to Math III -Trigonometry- together. I hated that class more than French. It was both mine and Gourry's second go-round, we'd failed the year before, and I just didn't get it at all. How would the Law of Sines help me in real life? Or the Quadratic Formula?
We sat crowded in the back corner. Lina and Gourry were up against the wall, he in front of her. I sat next to her, behind another junior and friend of Lina's, Filia. The pretty blond and I didn't get along to well, mostly because of Xellos. He'd done something to Filia in elementary school that she'd never forgiven him for and she hated his guts.
I managed to struggle through that day's class work and sort of learn about something called the "BEN equation" before breaking awayto my favorite class: Art. I was taking a creative crafts class with, of all people, Filia. She loved pottery and it was the only class she could take which allowed her to use a wheel.
I pushed my way down the hall after Trig, Filia trailing behind me. She followed me like that everyday, not just because we were in the same class, but because she wasn't aggresive enough to bully her way through the crowd. "...And they say that rich little freshman's got a crush on him! Isn't that ridiculous?" I seemed to only be hearing parts of conversations that day. My least favorite prep in the school, Tehra, and her firend Brielle were holding up traffic with their gossip. "No way, Bri! Get out! He'd never go for a freshman. Besides, I'm asking him to the Homecoming Dance."
I snickered as I squeezed past them. I knew damn well who they were talking about: the hottest guy in the school, Zelgadiss. I'd known Zel since the nineth grade when we were lab partners in Earth Science. All the girls liked him. Funny thing was, he didn't see himself as attractive. He had zero self-esteem and would never date a prep.
I heard Filia squeal behind me. That meant one of two things. Some one had pushed her or she'd seen Valgaav. Filia, I'd been told by Xellos, had had a crush on Val since she was ten. Their families were friends and they'd grown up together. She'd known him all her life. They'd been part of the same crowd until Val, for whatever reason, joined the Goths. By his sophomore year, he was wandering the school more angsty and brooding than Zelgadiss. And it took a lot to be more depressing than Zel.
The idea of Filia liking Valgaav amused me, to say the least. She was the kind, religious girl who wore a skirt almost every day. He had greenish hair and an extensive vocabulary of naughty words. Not the ideal couple in my mind. My twin sister, Elisa, was friends with him and they ate lunch with us sometimes. He liked Filia almost as much as she liked him. But did they tell each other? Nooo....
I was in between projects in Art, so I watched Filia throwing a pot on the wheel. There was something inspiring about the way her small hands formed a beautiful pot out of that ugly gray lump. It reminded me of Zelgadiss, how he thought he was so ugly, but he wasn't. I guess beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.
My oldest and most wonderful friend, Merry, was waiting for me at my locker after the bell rang. It was lunch time and a bunch of us had lunch together. The cafeteria was crowded, as usual, but there was one vacant table that we had claimed as our own when Gourry, Zel, Elisa, Merry, Xellos and I were freshmen. We were seniors, no one dared fight us for it, so it was our table, every day.
"Hey Zel." I plopped down near my moody lab partner. We'd been in science together for three years anbd every year we'd been partners. He'd told me earlier that year that AP Chem was lonely without me, despite the never ending mob of girls begging to be his partner. "Word in the hall's some little freshie's got a crush on you."
Merry nodded, confirming the rumor. "Yup. That little rich girl. You know, Gracia's sister." Zelgadiss turned pale. He remembered Gracia well enough. Mostly he remembered her ear-drum shattering laugh. She'd dropped out in her sophomore year and ran away from home.
"Oh," I continued, "I also heard that the Home Ec Girl's got a crush on you, Gourry." He blinked his sky blue eyes. "Home Ec Girl? Which one?" I frowned, trying to remember her name. It was something weird I could never pronounce right. "The one Lina knows...What's her name?"
"Slyphiel." Lina sat down beside Gourry, "Yeah, she likes him all right. He's her idol." She said bitterly. She stared at her lunch for a moment and I knew I shouldn't have brought that up. A Lina not scarfing down her food equaled a troubled Lina. It didn't surprise me. She liked him. A lot. And he never seemed to notice. "And Elisa says Valgaav's got a thing for Filia." I concluded.
"How'd every one do on the Government test?" Merry asked. She usually avoided crush conversations because she liked and was going out with a guy, coincidentally, named Mike and teasing usually ensued about what they were up to. "I aced it." I said through a mouthful of pineapple. "How is it," Zel asked dryly, "That you have time for all this gossip and every one else's love life and still manage to have a steady ninety-five average?" I smiled sweetly as I swallowed. "I'm just gifted." He rasied an eyebrow. "If you're so great, how come Misha hasn't asked you out yet?" He questioned. Well, there went all my confidence. I had issues with my looks and that was just the right thing to say to remind me of it. "You had to bring Misha up, didn't you? He'll never ask me out, because I'm not pretty like Lina or Fi or Elisa. And don't call him 'Misha.' It sounds weird coming from your mouth." I informed him. "You call him that all the time!" Came his protest. "Well, Mike is such a boring name. Misha is much more interesting. But that's my name for him, don't you call him by it!"
"Honestly, Mia, are you still going on about Mike?" Elisa had decided to eat with us that afternoon, "When are you going to give up on him and go out with Xellos?" I frowned. Elisa was the prettier of us two. She could have Mike, if she wanted him. She didn't have guy problems. "For one thing, he's never asked me out. And for another, why would he? He's my best friend and I'm not going out with my best friend." She blinked. "Why not? He's mad about you. Haven't you ever seen the way he looks at you when you go on and on about Mike?"
I ignored her and concentrated on my sandwich. What she said was true. Xellos did not like it when I even mentioned Mike. Not at all. But it felt funny, thinking about liking him and him liking me. I did like him, but friendships got destroyed over love. And his was one friendship I didn't want to lose.
Filia and Xellos appeared almost simultaneously at the table. Filia because she'd been last in the lunch line (again) and Xellos because it was his custom to show up any place whenever he damn well pleased. They both eyed the one remaining chair. Then Xel smiled. "You saved me a seat! How nice!" Instead of claiming the chair, however, he dropped down on Elisa's lap as if she weren't there. "Get offa me, you idiot!" She shrieked, "If you're gonna sit on some one, sit on my sister!" He just grinned. "I'd rather stay here. It's quite nice and the view is very lovely."
I felt a familiar prickle in the back of my throat and my whole face felt quite warm. The emotions I felt then were usually emotions reserved for a Mike sighting -Mike with another girl, that is. I was jealous. "I've gotta go." I said abruptly, "I hafta finish my English homework. Lina, you and Gourry can have the rest of my lunch." I stood up and practically ran out of the cafeteria before I started to cry.
Elisa, back in the lunch room, also stood up, dumping Xellos on the floor. "You jerk! What the hell did you do that for?!" She raged, "You must be dumber than Gourry."
This comment resulted in a "Huh?" from Gourry who was eating my Pringles, a "Hey!" from Lina who was fighting with her companion for said Pringles and a "What'd I do?" from Xellos. "How do you think Mia feels right now, you Chode?! Every one's always telling us I'm the 'prettier' twin! You're her friend; you like her, and you just chose me over her!" She glared at him. "I...I d-didn't know she'd get so upset..." He stammerd, "I mean, she doesn't like me like that!" My twin seemed ready to explode. "Of all the hopeless!...No matter what she says, she does too like you 'like that!' You'd better go find her!"
But I was no where to be found. I'd hid myself in the library for the rest of the period (something I was extremely good at) and went to English/Lit late so neither Xellos nor Merry would be able to talk to me. All I'd get from Merry was sympathy. What I wanted was to rip Xellos' violet hair out by it's roots. And to kill Elisa. If he really liked me as much as she said, why was he such a jerk?
"Sorry I was late, Miss C." Both of their eyes were on me as I handed the teacher my pass, "I was in the library doing some important work." What I'd been doing alternated between crying and plotting how I was going to kill Xellos, but hey, it was important to me. She nodded and I took my seat in the back corner. Just to annoy Xellos, i stared at Mike all period. Xel kept poking me and trying to talk to me, so I raise my hand. "Miss C?" She turned around from the chalkboard to look at me, "What is it, Mia?" She asked. "Xellos is bothering me. Can I switch seats?" She sighed. I was the only person who hadn't asked to move away from him at that point. He drove every one crazy. "All right. You may sit in Rika's seat, since she's not here." Sweet victory! I got up and switched seats, much to Xellos' dismay. Rika sat right next to Mike.
Ignoring Xellos wasn't hard. I'd gotten used to his obnoxiousness over the years and was very good at tuning him out. Ignoring every one else's questions...that was another story.
Especially when "every one else" included a younger brother, a younger sister and a twin. Siôn, Kristienne and Elisa would not let up as we walked home together. "I heard you and Xel got into a fight!" Siôn exclaimed as soon as he saw me. He was a junior, a computer whiz and quite the ladies man. "We didn't get into a fight." I said sourly,"He was just being an ass, like usual." My mood was going from bad to worse and they didn't help. "Did he kiss you to make up?!" Kristienne sqealed. For the past three years, she'd been trying to set us up together after deciding we'd make the perfect couple. "Shut up, guys!" Elisa quieted them, "Mia doesn't want to hear your stupid questions and comments." Ah, Elisa to the rescue.
It wasn't until later that she inquired after the outcome of lunch herself. "What did he do?" She asked curiously as I did my math homework. I turned away from her. "Why don't you ask him yourself? You're obviously better friends than I thought. I'm sure he'll be happy to sit right down and tell you all about it." I said curtly.
"Look, I know what he did was mean and you're hurt..."
Hurt? HURT?! An image of Xellos floated through my mind. He was my best friend, the guy, subconsciously, I always wanted to be with. I just hadn't realized it until I saw him so chummy with my twin sister, of all people. He was so funny, so cute. And he was always so cheerful. He'd always been there for me when things weren't right. Misha was just a fantasy. Xellos was real, I liked him and I always thought he liked me. A few tears slid down my cheeks. Hurt? I was crushed.
"...But he didn't mean to upset you. He really likes you, but he doesn't think you like him." She finished saying whatever the hell she'd been babbling about.
"Really?" I sniffled, "He really likes me?" She smiled, "Of course he does, Mia. What's not to like?" I wiped my eyes, "Well, you're prettier..." I trailed off. "He's not like Mike. Xel doesn't like you cause of how you look, Sis. He likes you cause he knows what kinda person you are. And you know what kinda person he is. He didn't mean anything by that. He was just being a fruitcake." I smiled a little, "When isn't he?"
He was waiting for me at my locker the next morning, a business-like expression on his face. "I don't like Elisa, Mia." He said in a very serious, out-of-character tone. "I know." I said softly. "But," He continued, "I do like you." A nod, "I know." I whispered. "And...?" He prompted. "I like you too, Xel." He glomped on to me, "I thought as much!"
We walked down the hall to first period Psychology together, he with his arm around me. He kissed me on the cheek and any thoughts of my liking Mike were, well, crushed.
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Well, what do we think? i'm working on a second chapter. good? bad? horrible? let me know. ^_^