Okay, here we go. I'm going to get that nasty picture out of everyone's
head here.Or maybe I'll create some more lovely pictures. MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Don't worry, I promise to update sooner than last time, so you won't have
to live w/.anything for too terribly long.
I stood in the hallway, totally dumbfounded. What the hell just happened?? And, more importantly, what the hell should I do about it? And with whom? This was all way too confusing and overwhelming for me, so I just sat down in the middle of the hall and sobbed. We all know how sobbing pretty much solves everything--- Lucky for me that it was in the middle of hour 3 at the time, and that no one would be along for a while.
Once I had that all out of my system, I realized that I would have to be making some choices. Holmes or Moriarty? That one was simple - Holmes had shown me his true colors, and I would never talk to him for as long as I lived, and even THEN I'd have to give it consideration. Try to investigate the professor's death? That would be a no, since at some point in time, I'd be running into Holmes. Besides, that's just more work for him. Ha. Go back to Moriarty? Yes! Seeing as he actually cares about my feelings, I figured that this would be the best plan of action.
Moriarty must have been clairvoyant (or a snoop), because just as I was thinking of going back to his room, he opened his door and peeked out into the hall.
"Lucilia? Are you still out there?"
I stood up. "Oh Robert---" I ran into his arms and he held me. I started kissing him - on the cheek, the lips--- "I'm so sorry," I said between kisses. "I can't believe that just happened."
"It's alright, darling. Holmes is a bitter guy who can't stand seeing people have some pleasure."
I looked up into his deep blue eyes and smiled. "You just called me darling."
"And I meant it." He put one hand on the small of my back, and the other in my hair, and drew me into a deep kiss. "So, you're my girlfriend now?" He grinned.
"Of course."
He drew me into his room by the small of my back and nudged the door closed, and we had the best make-out session of my life.
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So, for the next few weeks, we were the closest, yet cruelest couple you have ever seen. Close, for obvious reasons, but cruel because of the way we tortured Holmes. I knew that Holmes hated Robert and hated it more that I was with him. Naturally, Robert and I found strategic make-out spots where we knew Holmes went by every day. You know, just to piss him off. Robert and I were impossibly close when Holmes was around, and you could tell by the reddening of his ears that he was ticked. We did the works, man. The nicknames, the sweet talk, and kisses--- It's not like I didn't enjoy it, but it all had a double purpose.
Life with Robert was exciting. We were always sneaking away from class. We would go to the most remote and sometimes forbidden places in the school to make out or just talk. Once, we snuck out after curfew and met some of his friends at a hip coffee shop called "The Java Spot" where live musicians played at night. I ended up crawling into bed at 1:00 in the morning that night, which was a big deal to me since I never really went out much. The coffee shop became our favorite place, and that's where you could usually find us. Some of the best musicians in the area played there, and believe me, we would know. It was the best jazz and blues you have ever heard. Robert always knew the best places---*sigh*
You all know that I'm a huge wuss, but Robert really brought me out of my little shell. Like, I would have NEVER snuck out of class, let alone school before, and now I was doing it regularly. I had actually come to love the excitement. Never expected that one, did you??
I thought Robbie was the only person with whom I could keep on having an exciting lifestyle, but apparently he wasn't the only one finding an adrenaline rush. I was up in my dorm (my roomie whom I've never actually met was out that night) and I was busy preparing myself, in case Robbie decided to go out (he never really planned these sorts of things---) I put on some light make-up and fixed my hair - nothing too time consuming because who knows if Robbie would have anything planned at all? I laid clothes out and had my purse waiting for me by the door.
With all that finished, I sat on my bed and did some homework. I was so engrossed in it that when I heard something out of the ordinary, I jumped 10 ft. in the air. I'm not sure what it was that I heard or how I heard it in the noisy city--- Instinct told me to look out the window and when I did, I saw nothing but shadows. I looked closer and saw a shadow walk out of a larger shadow, moving slowly and a bit hunched over. It was tall and had pale skin, and what appeared to be a dark mess of something on top---
"Hey," I called out just loud enough for him to hear. "Hey you. Are you okay?" The shadow looked up, and I leaned out the window to see his face better. "Oh. It's just you." I snorted.
"Get over your petty pride," Holmes hissed, then his face contorted with pain.
"What's wrong with you?"
He held up a bloody hand. "Accident."
"Aw Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Hold tight in a shadow, or something, and I'll be right there." I shut my window, wrote a quick post- it to Robbie, and grabbing my keys this time, I ran out the door while sticking the post- it to the door:
- Sorry Love, can't go tonight.
Well, what did you guys think? I know you complained about the horrible imagery, but I'll help that out later. I won't take too long in updating, so just hold tight! REVIEW!!! Reviews are what keep more chapters coming!! And go review Nako-chan's fics b/c she reviewed mine a bunch, and I never reviewed hers so I feel all guilty. I also feel guilty for not helping Estriel out when she asked for it in a review. Eek, I'm mean!
I stood in the hallway, totally dumbfounded. What the hell just happened?? And, more importantly, what the hell should I do about it? And with whom? This was all way too confusing and overwhelming for me, so I just sat down in the middle of the hall and sobbed. We all know how sobbing pretty much solves everything--- Lucky for me that it was in the middle of hour 3 at the time, and that no one would be along for a while.
Once I had that all out of my system, I realized that I would have to be making some choices. Holmes or Moriarty? That one was simple - Holmes had shown me his true colors, and I would never talk to him for as long as I lived, and even THEN I'd have to give it consideration. Try to investigate the professor's death? That would be a no, since at some point in time, I'd be running into Holmes. Besides, that's just more work for him. Ha. Go back to Moriarty? Yes! Seeing as he actually cares about my feelings, I figured that this would be the best plan of action.
Moriarty must have been clairvoyant (or a snoop), because just as I was thinking of going back to his room, he opened his door and peeked out into the hall.
"Lucilia? Are you still out there?"
I stood up. "Oh Robert---" I ran into his arms and he held me. I started kissing him - on the cheek, the lips--- "I'm so sorry," I said between kisses. "I can't believe that just happened."
"It's alright, darling. Holmes is a bitter guy who can't stand seeing people have some pleasure."
I looked up into his deep blue eyes and smiled. "You just called me darling."
"And I meant it." He put one hand on the small of my back, and the other in my hair, and drew me into a deep kiss. "So, you're my girlfriend now?" He grinned.
"Of course."
He drew me into his room by the small of my back and nudged the door closed, and we had the best make-out session of my life.
________________________________________________________________________
So, for the next few weeks, we were the closest, yet cruelest couple you have ever seen. Close, for obvious reasons, but cruel because of the way we tortured Holmes. I knew that Holmes hated Robert and hated it more that I was with him. Naturally, Robert and I found strategic make-out spots where we knew Holmes went by every day. You know, just to piss him off. Robert and I were impossibly close when Holmes was around, and you could tell by the reddening of his ears that he was ticked. We did the works, man. The nicknames, the sweet talk, and kisses--- It's not like I didn't enjoy it, but it all had a double purpose.
Life with Robert was exciting. We were always sneaking away from class. We would go to the most remote and sometimes forbidden places in the school to make out or just talk. Once, we snuck out after curfew and met some of his friends at a hip coffee shop called "The Java Spot" where live musicians played at night. I ended up crawling into bed at 1:00 in the morning that night, which was a big deal to me since I never really went out much. The coffee shop became our favorite place, and that's where you could usually find us. Some of the best musicians in the area played there, and believe me, we would know. It was the best jazz and blues you have ever heard. Robert always knew the best places---*sigh*
You all know that I'm a huge wuss, but Robert really brought me out of my little shell. Like, I would have NEVER snuck out of class, let alone school before, and now I was doing it regularly. I had actually come to love the excitement. Never expected that one, did you??
I thought Robbie was the only person with whom I could keep on having an exciting lifestyle, but apparently he wasn't the only one finding an adrenaline rush. I was up in my dorm (my roomie whom I've never actually met was out that night) and I was busy preparing myself, in case Robbie decided to go out (he never really planned these sorts of things---) I put on some light make-up and fixed my hair - nothing too time consuming because who knows if Robbie would have anything planned at all? I laid clothes out and had my purse waiting for me by the door.
With all that finished, I sat on my bed and did some homework. I was so engrossed in it that when I heard something out of the ordinary, I jumped 10 ft. in the air. I'm not sure what it was that I heard or how I heard it in the noisy city--- Instinct told me to look out the window and when I did, I saw nothing but shadows. I looked closer and saw a shadow walk out of a larger shadow, moving slowly and a bit hunched over. It was tall and had pale skin, and what appeared to be a dark mess of something on top---
"Hey," I called out just loud enough for him to hear. "Hey you. Are you okay?" The shadow looked up, and I leaned out the window to see his face better. "Oh. It's just you." I snorted.
"Get over your petty pride," Holmes hissed, then his face contorted with pain.
"What's wrong with you?"
He held up a bloody hand. "Accident."
"Aw Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Hold tight in a shadow, or something, and I'll be right there." I shut my window, wrote a quick post- it to Robbie, and grabbing my keys this time, I ran out the door while sticking the post- it to the door:
- Sorry Love, can't go tonight.
Well, what did you guys think? I know you complained about the horrible imagery, but I'll help that out later. I won't take too long in updating, so just hold tight! REVIEW!!! Reviews are what keep more chapters coming!! And go review Nako-chan's fics b/c she reviewed mine a bunch, and I never reviewed hers so I feel all guilty. I also feel guilty for not helping Estriel out when she asked for it in a review. Eek, I'm mean!