I'm so sorry that I've been gone! I feel bad. I've been out and I just
forgot to tell you guys. Okay, here we go.
Of Spilled Drinks and Broken Chairs
Connor POV
I woke up with a jump. It was like one of those times where you just jump in your sleep and wake up. I was really thirsty. It was pitch black and a good thing that I knew my way around my dorm room perfectly. I got up from my couch and went straight to bathroom...
With a big crash, I wan into something hard and fell flat on my stomach. I yelled really loud and grabbed my foot that had fallen under me a weird way. I was expecting to see my ugly bitch roommate, Earfalas, to turn on the light, but it was...
"Talim?" I half cried out.
Emma raced to my side. "Connor! Are you okay?"
It all came back to me. Everything I had done last night. An old, red, wooden chair was broken around me. The head of the chair must have left a nice mark on my stomach cause my stomach really hurt. "Ah, I didn't know I was still here," I say. What else can I say?
"Um, sorry about the chair." I started to get up, but as soon as I put pressure on my right leg, I cried and fell again.
"Connor!" Talim exclaimed, trying to help me up with Emma on my other side, doing the same. "Is anything broken?"
I stared at Talim and some reason I couldn't say anything. I remembered everything going dark, even though my eyes were open still. I remembered trying to yell something, but it all disappeared.
"I don't know HOW he managed to break his foot like THAT," I heard. I also heard a door burst open. "Is he okay?" said Darien. "What happened? Where has he been?"
It took me a few minutes to figure out I was in the hospital or something, even though my head was sort of spinning and my eyes were still closed.
"Darien, don't worry!" I heard Emma. "He was at my room last night and fell over one of my chairs in the dark..."
"Ooh, good going, Connor," I heard Blake sarcastically. "Come over to fuck our Emma, then kills himself over a chair. Good going. VERY smooth."
Before Emma could protest, I managed to open my eyes. "Don't be a fag, Blake," I say. "That's how rumors start."
"Connor!" Talim smiled. "Are you okay?"
"Yea," I say quietly. For some reason, the little image of Talim dancing all against me in a club popped in my mind. I looked at Darien, then Talim again, who both looked relieved that I was okay. Everyone started talking with one another, but I just stared at my friends, thinking.
Last night had been so weird. But I had so much fun spending time with Emma and Talim just by myself. I guess that was natural. It's a guy's dream to spend a night over with two hot girls, but it was so not like that. Talim couldn't spend any alone time with me because of Darien and Emma was busy with random stuff most of the time, so I didn't ever expect anything like that to happen again.
I looked at Talim. Darien was right next to her and they were talking.
"I've been thinking about what happened yesterday," he says, slowly sneaking his arm around her waste.
She smiles at him. "Yea, me too," she whispers.
"Can't you guys do that somewhere else?" Emma says. "I'm sorry, but Connor has a broken foot and you guys just start cuddling up as we're talking about it."
Darien blushes as he looks around all the faces that are staring at him. He puts his arm back to his side.
I realized I was gritting my teeth really hard. Everyone looked back at me, but I looked back at Talim and Darien, again. This just wasn't working out very well. Every time Darien got NEAR her, my arms tensed as if I could punch someone...
That wasn't good at all, considering she wasn't mine and she seemed to be interested in HIM. I'd most likely have to see that all the time from now on.
I sighed to myself. I needed to get a girl. But the only person that came to mind was Talim.
Legolas POV
It had been impossible to get a hold of Emma all day and I was in my dorm alone...and very bored. I got up and walked out. I had called her, gone to her dorm, and just walked around for a while with nothing to do. I picked up my celphone and started to dial her number.
'Wait a minute,' I said to myself. 'Why do I HAVE to know where she is? It's not like we're dating anymore!'
I walked down to the wizard's cup. No point driving when it was so close. As soon as I got into the wizard's cup, a girl burst out of the door, walking backwards. She turned quickly around, and her cup hit me RIGHT in the chest. I blinked away the coke from my eyes and looked at the petite brunette with her mouth hanging open. It took her a moment to react. "I am so sorry!" she exclaimed.
I looked down at my old Bello surf T that I'd had forever, now with coke spilled down it.
"Oh, don't worry about it," I said, wiping the coke from my face.
"I was being an idiot and wasn't watching where I was going," she said frantically. She looked all cute cause she was so small and pretty and she had this terribly worried face.
I half grinned. "It's no big," I say, taking off my soaked shirt.
"Monica!" I heard Arwen and she came out. "What happened...oh no, Legolas!"
"It's NO big deal," I say, for what felt like the trillionth freakin time. "I'll just go back and get another shirt.
"You can wear this," Arwen says, taking off Aragorn's old football sweatshirt.
"Thanks," I say, taking it. "All right, I'm Legolas...you're Monica?"
"Yes, I am," she says quietly.
"Want to have a mocha? My treat..."
"I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'll see you later. Bye Arwen."
"Bye!" Arwen waves.
"See you," I say.
Arwen and I go into the café. "She likes you," Arwen says. "I could tell as soon as you took off your shirt."
I roll my eyes. "She was very pretty. I like petite girls."
"Perfect!" Arwen says. "You are both single, she's new and unnoticed, she's petite like you like, you're a blond like she likes, and you guys can keep your poor lonely selves accompanied."
I sharpened my eyes at Arwen. "You best not be hooking me up, young lady."
She sighs. "Yea, sorry. Anyways, you were saying something about buying me a mocha?"
I smile and roll my eyes. "All right. This mocha is for you. Waiter!"
Connor POV
"I am getting out of this god forsaken hospital!!" I told Daniel and Blake. "I'm leaving. Now. I'm fine. We need to start practicing on our newest song."
"Can you play?" Blake asked.
"I don't need my foot to play the bass, smarty. Hand me the crutches. I'll sit on my ass like you and play."
Blake rolled his eyes and handed me my crutches.
"It is cool if we invite Emma and Talim to this practice?" Darien asks.
"Yea, of course," I say, though I'm really not in the mood to see Talim and Darien getting all mushy. "We should get used to playing in front of people."
Of Spilled Drinks and Broken Chairs
Connor POV
I woke up with a jump. It was like one of those times where you just jump in your sleep and wake up. I was really thirsty. It was pitch black and a good thing that I knew my way around my dorm room perfectly. I got up from my couch and went straight to bathroom...
With a big crash, I wan into something hard and fell flat on my stomach. I yelled really loud and grabbed my foot that had fallen under me a weird way. I was expecting to see my ugly bitch roommate, Earfalas, to turn on the light, but it was...
"Talim?" I half cried out.
Emma raced to my side. "Connor! Are you okay?"
It all came back to me. Everything I had done last night. An old, red, wooden chair was broken around me. The head of the chair must have left a nice mark on my stomach cause my stomach really hurt. "Ah, I didn't know I was still here," I say. What else can I say?
"Um, sorry about the chair." I started to get up, but as soon as I put pressure on my right leg, I cried and fell again.
"Connor!" Talim exclaimed, trying to help me up with Emma on my other side, doing the same. "Is anything broken?"
I stared at Talim and some reason I couldn't say anything. I remembered everything going dark, even though my eyes were open still. I remembered trying to yell something, but it all disappeared.
"I don't know HOW he managed to break his foot like THAT," I heard. I also heard a door burst open. "Is he okay?" said Darien. "What happened? Where has he been?"
It took me a few minutes to figure out I was in the hospital or something, even though my head was sort of spinning and my eyes were still closed.
"Darien, don't worry!" I heard Emma. "He was at my room last night and fell over one of my chairs in the dark..."
"Ooh, good going, Connor," I heard Blake sarcastically. "Come over to fuck our Emma, then kills himself over a chair. Good going. VERY smooth."
Before Emma could protest, I managed to open my eyes. "Don't be a fag, Blake," I say. "That's how rumors start."
"Connor!" Talim smiled. "Are you okay?"
"Yea," I say quietly. For some reason, the little image of Talim dancing all against me in a club popped in my mind. I looked at Darien, then Talim again, who both looked relieved that I was okay. Everyone started talking with one another, but I just stared at my friends, thinking.
Last night had been so weird. But I had so much fun spending time with Emma and Talim just by myself. I guess that was natural. It's a guy's dream to spend a night over with two hot girls, but it was so not like that. Talim couldn't spend any alone time with me because of Darien and Emma was busy with random stuff most of the time, so I didn't ever expect anything like that to happen again.
I looked at Talim. Darien was right next to her and they were talking.
"I've been thinking about what happened yesterday," he says, slowly sneaking his arm around her waste.
She smiles at him. "Yea, me too," she whispers.
"Can't you guys do that somewhere else?" Emma says. "I'm sorry, but Connor has a broken foot and you guys just start cuddling up as we're talking about it."
Darien blushes as he looks around all the faces that are staring at him. He puts his arm back to his side.
I realized I was gritting my teeth really hard. Everyone looked back at me, but I looked back at Talim and Darien, again. This just wasn't working out very well. Every time Darien got NEAR her, my arms tensed as if I could punch someone...
That wasn't good at all, considering she wasn't mine and she seemed to be interested in HIM. I'd most likely have to see that all the time from now on.
I sighed to myself. I needed to get a girl. But the only person that came to mind was Talim.
Legolas POV
It had been impossible to get a hold of Emma all day and I was in my dorm alone...and very bored. I got up and walked out. I had called her, gone to her dorm, and just walked around for a while with nothing to do. I picked up my celphone and started to dial her number.
'Wait a minute,' I said to myself. 'Why do I HAVE to know where she is? It's not like we're dating anymore!'
I walked down to the wizard's cup. No point driving when it was so close. As soon as I got into the wizard's cup, a girl burst out of the door, walking backwards. She turned quickly around, and her cup hit me RIGHT in the chest. I blinked away the coke from my eyes and looked at the petite brunette with her mouth hanging open. It took her a moment to react. "I am so sorry!" she exclaimed.
I looked down at my old Bello surf T that I'd had forever, now with coke spilled down it.
"Oh, don't worry about it," I said, wiping the coke from my face.
"I was being an idiot and wasn't watching where I was going," she said frantically. She looked all cute cause she was so small and pretty and she had this terribly worried face.
I half grinned. "It's no big," I say, taking off my soaked shirt.
"Monica!" I heard Arwen and she came out. "What happened...oh no, Legolas!"
"It's NO big deal," I say, for what felt like the trillionth freakin time. "I'll just go back and get another shirt.
"You can wear this," Arwen says, taking off Aragorn's old football sweatshirt.
"Thanks," I say, taking it. "All right, I'm Legolas...you're Monica?"
"Yes, I am," she says quietly.
"Want to have a mocha? My treat..."
"I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'll see you later. Bye Arwen."
"Bye!" Arwen waves.
"See you," I say.
Arwen and I go into the café. "She likes you," Arwen says. "I could tell as soon as you took off your shirt."
I roll my eyes. "She was very pretty. I like petite girls."
"Perfect!" Arwen says. "You are both single, she's new and unnoticed, she's petite like you like, you're a blond like she likes, and you guys can keep your poor lonely selves accompanied."
I sharpened my eyes at Arwen. "You best not be hooking me up, young lady."
She sighs. "Yea, sorry. Anyways, you were saying something about buying me a mocha?"
I smile and roll my eyes. "All right. This mocha is for you. Waiter!"
Connor POV
"I am getting out of this god forsaken hospital!!" I told Daniel and Blake. "I'm leaving. Now. I'm fine. We need to start practicing on our newest song."
"Can you play?" Blake asked.
"I don't need my foot to play the bass, smarty. Hand me the crutches. I'll sit on my ass like you and play."
Blake rolled his eyes and handed me my crutches.
"It is cool if we invite Emma and Talim to this practice?" Darien asks.
"Yea, of course," I say, though I'm really not in the mood to see Talim and Darien getting all mushy. "We should get used to playing in front of people."
