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Portman's POV
Fulton came back into the room and sat on the edge of his bed. Neither of us said anything for along minute and the silence was making my ears throb. Finally he tossed himself backward onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. I took that to be a sign in was okay to talk.
"I think you broke my tailbone dude." I forced a laugh trying to lighten the mood.
He cracked his knuckles and turned his head in my direction. "Yeah, sorry about that, but you should've let me go."
"Why don't we just chalk it up to a lover's quarrel and be done with it?"
That made him smile and turn as red a Emma's hair. He had a nice smile, still does, but in those days it was different. He hardly ever really smiled back then, now he does it a lot. I think he forced a happy face in front of the team because he didn't want to invite anyone into his problem, save me and Emma. We were sort of his protectors, a job neither of us minded. If it would put a happy expression on his face for just one single second it was all worth it.
"Did I really break your ass, dude?"
I shook my head. "Nope, I'm cool. You hit like a girl anyway."
"Oh really?" He raised his eyebrows at me and they disappeared beneath his bandana.
"Totally, it's alright though, I won't tell anyone you fight like a chick."
"You're in for it now!"
The next thing I knew he'd leapt at me and we were wrestling on his bed. I have been bigger, but Fulton had a better drive to win. All those altercations with his old man had taught him to never back down. So when we slid off the bed and hit the floor with a thud, it was pretty obvious who was going to be the victor.
"Pinned ya." He declared matter of factly, his face only inches from mine and dripping with sweat.
"That you did." I trail off, suddenly feeling dizzy. Maybe it was the heat, the ac hadn't been all day, or the excitement of our impromptu WWE display, but I was feeling light headed and very hot. I guess Fulton must have felt it too as he struggled off me and climbed back onto his bed.
I licked my lips and pushed myself up off the carpet, instantly my body started to cool down. That had been a completely odd feeling. For a minute there I had thought I was going to have a heart attack. A heart attack, at my age, with a young healthy body? It was all to strange.
"Um, do you wanna head down to the cafeteria? Dinner's in a few and I wanna get a good table this year." I ask
"Yeah, I'll meet you there, I think I need to talk to Emma for a bit first. Make sure you save me a seat." My roommate replied and I exited the room.
Boy that had been weird.
Portman's POV
Fulton came back into the room and sat on the edge of his bed. Neither of us said anything for along minute and the silence was making my ears throb. Finally he tossed himself backward onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. I took that to be a sign in was okay to talk.
"I think you broke my tailbone dude." I forced a laugh trying to lighten the mood.
He cracked his knuckles and turned his head in my direction. "Yeah, sorry about that, but you should've let me go."
"Why don't we just chalk it up to a lover's quarrel and be done with it?"
That made him smile and turn as red a Emma's hair. He had a nice smile, still does, but in those days it was different. He hardly ever really smiled back then, now he does it a lot. I think he forced a happy face in front of the team because he didn't want to invite anyone into his problem, save me and Emma. We were sort of his protectors, a job neither of us minded. If it would put a happy expression on his face for just one single second it was all worth it.
"Did I really break your ass, dude?"
I shook my head. "Nope, I'm cool. You hit like a girl anyway."
"Oh really?" He raised his eyebrows at me and they disappeared beneath his bandana.
"Totally, it's alright though, I won't tell anyone you fight like a chick."
"You're in for it now!"
The next thing I knew he'd leapt at me and we were wrestling on his bed. I have been bigger, but Fulton had a better drive to win. All those altercations with his old man had taught him to never back down. So when we slid off the bed and hit the floor with a thud, it was pretty obvious who was going to be the victor.
"Pinned ya." He declared matter of factly, his face only inches from mine and dripping with sweat.
"That you did." I trail off, suddenly feeling dizzy. Maybe it was the heat, the ac hadn't been all day, or the excitement of our impromptu WWE display, but I was feeling light headed and very hot. I guess Fulton must have felt it too as he struggled off me and climbed back onto his bed.
I licked my lips and pushed myself up off the carpet, instantly my body started to cool down. That had been a completely odd feeling. For a minute there I had thought I was going to have a heart attack. A heart attack, at my age, with a young healthy body? It was all to strange.
"Um, do you wanna head down to the cafeteria? Dinner's in a few and I wanna get a good table this year." I ask
"Yeah, I'll meet you there, I think I need to talk to Emma for a bit first. Make sure you save me a seat." My roommate replied and I exited the room.
Boy that had been weird.