AN: Sorry for the wait, but I was reading the 6th HP book, and HE DIED! (if
you've read it, you'll understand) I'm in f-ing SHOCK... *stares into
space*
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Chapter Three: Into Pieces
When I fall
Will you catch me
I jumped from
Way too high
It looked easy from up there
Then I looked down
I never felt so small
Into Pieces, Hungry Lucy
***
Okay, so maybe people preached that what he was feeling was a sin. So what? Did that mean that love was a sin also?
Hot breath.
Sweaty skin.
Eyes charged
(electrocuting)
shocking the other.
Mouths pressed together, lips mashed hard, though not hard enough as though it would bruise.
Tongues danced, challenging and challenged, fighting for dominance
(as though still on the ice)
battling furiously.
Hands roamed, skin tingled, goosebumps arose viciously with each shuddering gasp that was able to escape between kisses.
Moaning
(gloriously)
was heard delicately over the pounding sounds of Pantera in the background.
Adam frowned, he never liked Pantera that much, but he supposed certain sacrifices had to be made.
He gripped his lovers hair and brought him forcefully back to his mouth before being thrown onto his back.
Charlie's blue eyes, now darkened almost to a murky gray, twinkled deviously as they traveled farther and farther down...
***
Ken stared disbelieving
(in horror)
at the sight before him.
She merely put a hand on his shoulder, effectively pushing him away from the entrance, and flopped down on what she guessed [correctly at that] was his bed.
Silence reigned supreme for the next few minutes.
Kenny swallowed nervously, he was never good at situations such as this, this was more Russ's or Charlie's expertise at breaking the ice.
Damn Orion for canceling.
'He shall pay dearly,' Kenny thought ruefully.
His eyes traveled all around the room, refusing to look at anything
(any _fucking_ thing)
besides her.
While, she, on the hand, stared intently at him.
She noticed, with a little bit of dulled glee, that he had matured since the Olympics.
His shoulders were broader, his figure, albeit more awkward, was at the same time more
(manly?)
well, no, it was only awkward.
She watched him with a stony look as his back tensed and he ran a hand through his hair before his eyes finally fixated on her.
He jumped a little, surprised that she was staring at him, and even more surprised when she didn't even blink at being caught in the act.
She did however, reach a hand up to fiddle with a stray strand of hair
(jesus - was it... green?)
and bite her lip ever so slightly.
"So..."
She jumped right in at this initiation, "So how's life with the hockey- dweebs? It must've been damn mother-fucking great! So shit-eating great that you can't even," her teeth grind a little as she paused trying to recollect her nerves, "_fucking_." She looked at him with a forced smile, large muddy brown eyes decorated heavily in black eyeliner and eye shadow staring at him intensely and unblinkingly, "write or call one of your "best" friends."
He stared at her. He had expected a lot from her, but surely not something like this.
He paused, his mouth flopping open every little while, like that of a fish gasping for
(life)
breath.
She stared at him, now glaring, whole body tense and hands clenched tightly so that her fists were ghostly white.
"I lost your number."
He about kicked himself, he hadn't lost her number, just hadn't any idea how he could begin a conversation.
She stood up sharply striding over to him in purposeful long strides with her short legs, and grabbed his shirt collar.
"That was the most lame-ass thing I've _ever_ heard, you bastard!"
She didn't let go, however, just held him there, his face hovering a few inches from her own, scowling menacingly.
He felt his own blood begin to boil, but fought to keep it under control.
He was pessimistic, sure, but he wasn't violent about it like Jesse had been sometimes. Granted, Jesse just had a temper plain and simple, but that was besides the point, wasn't it?
"That's all you have to say?" She growled at him, grip tightening on his shirt. "'I lost your number'? That's a great one."
Was it just him, or was her face getting nearer?
"What would I have said, DP?"
"Don't call me that!" Her eyes went wide
(wider, that is, from their usual standard)
and she shook her head slightly.
He blinked as an array of colors danced in front of his eyes.
Oh, that was just her hair.
What?
Woah, he'd think about that one later.
"Well?" he reiterated.
"Anything! A 'hello' would have been nice, Wu! Or a 'how have you been doing'? Anything to let me know you hadn't freakin' forgotten me as soon as you joined those goddamned ducks!
He glared right back at her, "You don't know them, so don't talk as if you do!"
"Fine, whatever, but that still didn't give you any right to just blow me off!"
"I didn't 'blow you off', Darcy." He tried in vain to calm her down, but it was too late, she'd thrown him into the wall, and stomped over to the door.
"Jesus Christ, you're so impossible! I swear, you're like a girl!" She threw open the door and stomped out.
Kenny stood there, leaning against the wall, wondering just precisely what had just happened.
That, and what all colors she'd died her hair.
***
Please review! And I hope she isn't too bad of a character so far *tugs at hair* And I hope you enjoyed that bit of Chadam at the beginning...
THANK YOU'S:
plainjane: NACHOS! *squeals loudly* thank you!!
Cake Eater: I hope that wasn't as confusing, but if it was, I apologize, and thank you!
Kshyne99: chadam... *drools* Fresh? My writing is fresh? *quirks eyebrow* Neato burrito.
***
Chapter Three: Into Pieces
When I fall
Will you catch me
I jumped from
Way too high
It looked easy from up there
Then I looked down
I never felt so small
Into Pieces, Hungry Lucy
***
Okay, so maybe people preached that what he was feeling was a sin. So what? Did that mean that love was a sin also?
Hot breath.
Sweaty skin.
Eyes charged
(electrocuting)
shocking the other.
Mouths pressed together, lips mashed hard, though not hard enough as though it would bruise.
Tongues danced, challenging and challenged, fighting for dominance
(as though still on the ice)
battling furiously.
Hands roamed, skin tingled, goosebumps arose viciously with each shuddering gasp that was able to escape between kisses.
Moaning
(gloriously)
was heard delicately over the pounding sounds of Pantera in the background.
Adam frowned, he never liked Pantera that much, but he supposed certain sacrifices had to be made.
He gripped his lovers hair and brought him forcefully back to his mouth before being thrown onto his back.
Charlie's blue eyes, now darkened almost to a murky gray, twinkled deviously as they traveled farther and farther down...
***
Ken stared disbelieving
(in horror)
at the sight before him.
She merely put a hand on his shoulder, effectively pushing him away from the entrance, and flopped down on what she guessed [correctly at that] was his bed.
Silence reigned supreme for the next few minutes.
Kenny swallowed nervously, he was never good at situations such as this, this was more Russ's or Charlie's expertise at breaking the ice.
Damn Orion for canceling.
'He shall pay dearly,' Kenny thought ruefully.
His eyes traveled all around the room, refusing to look at anything
(any _fucking_ thing)
besides her.
While, she, on the hand, stared intently at him.
She noticed, with a little bit of dulled glee, that he had matured since the Olympics.
His shoulders were broader, his figure, albeit more awkward, was at the same time more
(manly?)
well, no, it was only awkward.
She watched him with a stony look as his back tensed and he ran a hand through his hair before his eyes finally fixated on her.
He jumped a little, surprised that she was staring at him, and even more surprised when she didn't even blink at being caught in the act.
She did however, reach a hand up to fiddle with a stray strand of hair
(jesus - was it... green?)
and bite her lip ever so slightly.
"So..."
She jumped right in at this initiation, "So how's life with the hockey- dweebs? It must've been damn mother-fucking great! So shit-eating great that you can't even," her teeth grind a little as she paused trying to recollect her nerves, "_fucking_." She looked at him with a forced smile, large muddy brown eyes decorated heavily in black eyeliner and eye shadow staring at him intensely and unblinkingly, "write or call one of your "best" friends."
He stared at her. He had expected a lot from her, but surely not something like this.
He paused, his mouth flopping open every little while, like that of a fish gasping for
(life)
breath.
She stared at him, now glaring, whole body tense and hands clenched tightly so that her fists were ghostly white.
"I lost your number."
He about kicked himself, he hadn't lost her number, just hadn't any idea how he could begin a conversation.
She stood up sharply striding over to him in purposeful long strides with her short legs, and grabbed his shirt collar.
"That was the most lame-ass thing I've _ever_ heard, you bastard!"
She didn't let go, however, just held him there, his face hovering a few inches from her own, scowling menacingly.
He felt his own blood begin to boil, but fought to keep it under control.
He was pessimistic, sure, but he wasn't violent about it like Jesse had been sometimes. Granted, Jesse just had a temper plain and simple, but that was besides the point, wasn't it?
"That's all you have to say?" She growled at him, grip tightening on his shirt. "'I lost your number'? That's a great one."
Was it just him, or was her face getting nearer?
"What would I have said, DP?"
"Don't call me that!" Her eyes went wide
(wider, that is, from their usual standard)
and she shook her head slightly.
He blinked as an array of colors danced in front of his eyes.
Oh, that was just her hair.
What?
Woah, he'd think about that one later.
"Well?" he reiterated.
"Anything! A 'hello' would have been nice, Wu! Or a 'how have you been doing'? Anything to let me know you hadn't freakin' forgotten me as soon as you joined those goddamned ducks!
He glared right back at her, "You don't know them, so don't talk as if you do!"
"Fine, whatever, but that still didn't give you any right to just blow me off!"
"I didn't 'blow you off', Darcy." He tried in vain to calm her down, but it was too late, she'd thrown him into the wall, and stomped over to the door.
"Jesus Christ, you're so impossible! I swear, you're like a girl!" She threw open the door and stomped out.
Kenny stood there, leaning against the wall, wondering just precisely what had just happened.
That, and what all colors she'd died her hair.
***
Please review! And I hope she isn't too bad of a character so far *tugs at hair* And I hope you enjoyed that bit of Chadam at the beginning...
THANK YOU'S:
plainjane: NACHOS! *squeals loudly* thank you!!
Cake Eater: I hope that wasn't as confusing, but if it was, I apologize, and thank you!
Kshyne99: chadam... *drools* Fresh? My writing is fresh? *quirks eyebrow* Neato burrito.