Disclaimers: It still doesn't belong to me, and be glad that it doesn't…
Notes: Um…more one-sided stuff, although I don't think it'll be very heavy in this chapter.
Told from Skids' and Cyanide's points of view
~something Skids types~
::something Cyanide types::
/thoughts/
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point of view change
~*Little Love Letter*~
I sighed as I made my way home from the bus stop, feeling a little relieved but at the same time even worse than before. I was a little peeved I didn't have anything to do tomorrow, since chances were my friends were so busy that I would be stuck in my room playing solitaire all day or something. This was getting to be utterly ridiculous, weren't they supposed to be my friends? What sort of friends never spent time with one another?
I glared as I reached what was once my door, tearing the poster off it quickly. I was NOT in a mood to be messed with by those two jerks. They always seemed to pick my bad days to torture me on. At least that kept me from ruining a good day, just made a bad one worse. Although I hadn't really had any 'good days' recently, so I guess that would explain it. Really, though, you'd think they'd have something better to do than to pick on me all the time. It was just sort of stupid. I mean, I left them alone.
Opening the door I flipped the lights on, walking over to my computer and slumping into my chair quickly, leaning back as I waited for it to start up. I was exhausted on more than one account, but it didn't take long for me to regain my normal energy when I put my mind to it.
"Hello," I said to what seemed to be the only friends I really had left. Gunn scratched a leg against his tank and I smiled, waving back at him. At least I had SOME company now…that was better than how it used to be, although even I had to admit that having to substitute spiders for friends was kind of sad and pathetic.
Sitting up again I logged onto AIM, hoping that maybe someone else would be on and I could distract myself. Distractions were always welcome, no matter what form they came in…well, almost. Hey! Cyanide was on, great! Distraction time spent chatting with friends was ALWAYS a plus.
~Hey Cy!~ I was really glad that one of my friends were online, even though there were only three of them. I was especially glad it was Cyanide, I really missed being able to chat with him. I really needed to spend some time with someone that wasn't involved in this whole thing…I wasn't about to drag my best friend into it, after all. He didn't deserve to worry about this, he worried about enough things as was.
::;asdfj:: What the…? Was that supposed to mean something or did one of the animals get into his room or something like that? That was always a possibility, you could never really be sure at his house.
~Huh?~ I was well aware that I didn't sound very intelligent at the moment, but that wasn't important. Most people didn't think I sounded very intelligent most times, anyway.
::Sorry, didn't mean to type that. Surprised.:: Oh, well that explained it. I wouldn't see why he would be surprised, though? I mean, did he not get instant messaged often or something? ::Hi Skids.:: Okay, so he did still remember it was me. I'd had this feeling that he might have forgotten or something.
~What's up?~
::My house is a living nightmare. I need to get out of here…:: I laughed out loud at that, Cyanide was always complaining about his family. I actually liked them…but then again I didn't have to live with them. I guess it must have been a different story after a year or two.
~I'm sorry.~ Things were silent for a while after that, the gentle whirring of the computer the only noise breaking the silence that surrounded me. I really hated quiet…maybe that was part of why I liked Cyanide's family so much. I would never have to be lonely if I had a family like that.
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~It's been a while.~ There, maybe now we could actually start talking about something. Cyanide's silence was kind of disturbing. I missed hanging out with him, really I did. If we weren't so close he would have been the first person I thought to turn to with my problems, but since I cared about my friends I didn't want to get him involved in this mess. If ever it all got out I hoped he could understand that…
::Yeah, it has been:: Hm? Cyanide was responding slower than usual. Normally it only took a few seconds, now it was taking near a full sixty seconds…at least it seemed like it. Maybe it was just me but it seemed like something was wrong, and I wasn't even there…
~Something wrong?~
::No…tired…::
~Then go to sleep. We can chat tomorrow, you know (if you're not busy)~ /Please don't be busy, please don't be busy, please don't be busy/
::…alright…mind if I come over?:: What? Cy really wanted to come over without me begging him? Shibby, maybe tomorrow wouldn't suck after all!
~Not at all :D~ /I really missed spending time with you./ ~I had nothing better to do anyway.~
::Alright then, talk to you tomorrow.::
~Later.~
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I sighed as I logged out of AIM, watching the little screen disappear before leaning back in my chair to stare at the ceiling. I didn't know what I was expecting, but that wasn't it…and I was more hurt by it than I would have thought. He really didn't feel anything for me, what a…letdown was too simple, didn't explain it enough. Soul-shattering experience was more like it…
I hadn't really been expecting him to announce an undying, secret love for me or anything…but to just be ignored…I hadn't really expected him to keep his mouth shut about it, either. It seemed like a good idea at the time…but I sort of needed some comfort now and there was no one to turn to. Well excluding Mik, the only other person that knew…but that was just sort of…strange, weird, and downright creepy. I guess I'd sort of been hoping that Skids would offer me SOME comfort, but I guess this is exactly what I asked from him, huh?
Maybe we could work this all out tomorrow…considering HE brought it up. I wasn't about to go and ruin everything…at least I hoped I wouldn't. I could only hope that I didn't make him upset or anything. That would be the worst thing I could do to him…I wouldn't be able to stand that…
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*more evil laughter* I couldn't think of anything else to do with Cyanide so I decided to cut this chapter short so I could post it without dragging it on and ruining what little quality it already has…
Well, well, well, it seems that once again she finished another evil chapter *at least I think it's evil* of Little Love Letter.
All right, all right, I'll admit it, I'm a review addict, they spur my normally resting writing inspiration into motion. I'm not about to go begging, though, that's just stupid of me…
