Valentines Day
DIsclaimer: Don't own, if I did little kiddies would be scarred for life... hehe
Summary: I got this day idea from Spice of Life... Everyone hates exams right? I hate the days before them more though. Most kids cram on that day and it gets really boring trying to learn whatever you need to before the test. Well then again you could listen to the teacher... naw no fun in that. Well that wasn't really a summary... well the story is about the day before a final. Enjoy!
A/N: I am Lakie hear me snore! hehe Well yeah hope you enjoy!!!
The sky was steadily turning a pinkish/orange color. The day was almost up and I haven't even cracked a book. Tomorrow is my final exams, the mother of all tests. As I pick up my book the phone rings.
"Hello?" I ask in to the mouth piece thingie.
"Yo!" I hear exclaimed on the other line.
"What up?"
"Nothing, really bored and I have a headache. I hate studying."
"Come over, we can cram together," I respond laughing.
"Alright, bye," was said before I hear the click of the phone being hung up.
I get up off my bed and return to the floor where all my books are scattered. English, Biology, Math, and other books look like a different langauge.
"Why do I care about DNA?" I ask myself. "Not like I wanna be a biologist."
I pick up my biology book and look through it. Cell respiration, photosynthesis, molecules, I don't care about this stuff. And I still have two years of school left, that is if I can pass this test. Tenth grade really blows.
"Dil!" I hear from downstairs.
"Yes mom?" I reply.
"Door."
I get off of the floor and head downstairs where my buddy is waiting.
"Yo," I greet, grinning.
"Hey," he replies.
"Come on in," I say moving out of the doorway and leading him upstairs.
My room looks pretty bad as we enter. Not only are my books spead out among the floor, but soda cans are littering the shelves. Paper balls thrown everywhere, and clothes piled up by the closet door. The only thing that don't seem out of place are my posters on the wall.
"Nice room little emo kid," he comments.
"I'm not an emo kid," I reply.
"Right."
"Shut up you you GOTH!" I exclaim.
"Grr," he says.
"You started it!"
"Soo, let's just study."
"Righty."
Settling down on the floor we grab the books. Hours passes, well they were only minutes, but they did seem like hours. I put the book down that I was 'reading' and climb on to my bed and lay there.
"Study Dil," I hear from the foot of my bed.
"To much stuff," I say my voice muffled by the pillow.
I feel a weigh shift on the bed, as he climbs on.
"Don't make me sit on you."
"Go ahead."
I feel a body get on my back, so warm. It feels good. My eyes snap open at that.
"What the fuck?" I mumble to myself.
"Huh?"
"Nothing," I lie trying to calm my breath.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
He shifts alittle and I instantly curse as I feel tingles run down my spine. Goosebumps pop up all over my pale skin. He didn't notice.
"Well, I'm going to go study, since you want to be lazy and fail," he says getting off me.
"Have fun," I say. "Thanks for getting off my, your weigh was hurting." I say grinning on the outside. Inside I miss the warmth, miss his thin frame on me. I want him, no I need him.
"Fuck you," he says.
When and where pops into my mind when he said that. What the fuck is going on? These thoughts, they are normal. Frowning I bury my head deeper into the pillow, groaning as I do is.
The bed dips again as he climbs on.
"Will you atleast lay on your back?" he asks.
"Why?" I mumble.
"So we can study, you can read lying down."
"Fine," I say.
I look up as I turn on my back and see his smiling face. Forcing a grin out I grab a book.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"N-nothing," I reply.
"Something is up."
"I'm cool don't worry about it."
"Tell me Dil," he demands.
"It's nothing."
"Tell me."
"No, it's nothing."
"Tell me."
"No."
He gets up and climbs on my stomach.
"You tell me and I get off of you."
"Come on get off," I ask.
Please get off, before it's to late. I look up at him his hair falling gently down his face. His baggy clothes hanging loosely, his multiple chains clinging slightly. His lip is pierced along with his eyebrow and a few in his ear.
"Please tell me."
"I can't," I mumble.
"Why?" he asks.
"Because."
"Because isn't an answer."
"Look drop it please," I say looking helplessly into his eyes.
"I thought you trusted me," he says sounding hurt.
"I do, it's just I can't." I say but adding in quietly. "You would hate me."
Not quiet enough though.
"Why would I hate you?" he asks.
"You just will."
"What if I promise not to get mad. Will you tell me then?" he asks pleading.
"I- I don't know."
"I promise I won't hate you," he says sincerly.
Sighing deeply I reply with an, "Ok."
His eyes brighten at my answer and his smile widens.
"I-I think I may k-kinda like this guy," I say.
"And?" he pushes.
"I don't know if he likes me."
"Tell him and see. I mean like you've told tons a girls you liked them right?"
"Yeah, but he's a guy, it's different," I mutter.
"That's true, but I would tell him if I were you."
"Fine I will. Caleb I like you." I say.
His smile turns into a frown, and confusion shows in his eyes. And just like that his face brightens up again.
"Really?" he asks.
"Yes, look if you are weirded out by this you can go home and ignore me forever." I mumble quietly.
"Weirded out?" he asks laughing.
Slowly his face comes closer to mine I can feel his warm breath. Closer and closer, only a few more inches. Our lips meet suddently, his kiss is so sweet. Our lips moving as one together, I feel his tongue run over my lip asking for entrance. I allow him in, our tongues meeting. Caressing each others. He slowly pulls away.
"I've liked you for awhile," he whispers.
I reach up and pull into a hug. He gets off of me and lies next to me. His strong arms holding me, protecting me. A few minutes pass and we get back to studing.
"We better pass these test tomorrow," he mutters.
"I have an idea!" I exclaim. "For every answer we get right we..." I say trailing off.
He grins widely and agrees to my game. The next day we both passed our tests and that night we did another kind of studying.
~Fin~
A/N: I'll let you guess what they did... Hehe, well yeah this one is kinda like 'Being Sick Doesn't Always Suck' I guess... I hope you enjoyed this!
Review Thanks:
Random Unregistered Person: Ok When and where? hehe Thanks for the review! You get my answer as a yes! hehe
A/N: Uhh... next chapter for WMoOC won't be out for awhile... I have no clue on what should happen. I mean I have some ideas but yeah... don't worry I will have it out... I'm gonna go work on it.... hehe... review for Lake?
DIsclaimer: Don't own, if I did little kiddies would be scarred for life... hehe
Summary: I got this day idea from Spice of Life... Everyone hates exams right? I hate the days before them more though. Most kids cram on that day and it gets really boring trying to learn whatever you need to before the test. Well then again you could listen to the teacher... naw no fun in that. Well that wasn't really a summary... well the story is about the day before a final. Enjoy!
A/N: I am Lakie hear me snore! hehe Well yeah hope you enjoy!!!
The sky was steadily turning a pinkish/orange color. The day was almost up and I haven't even cracked a book. Tomorrow is my final exams, the mother of all tests. As I pick up my book the phone rings.
"Hello?" I ask in to the mouth piece thingie.
"Yo!" I hear exclaimed on the other line.
"What up?"
"Nothing, really bored and I have a headache. I hate studying."
"Come over, we can cram together," I respond laughing.
"Alright, bye," was said before I hear the click of the phone being hung up.
I get up off my bed and return to the floor where all my books are scattered. English, Biology, Math, and other books look like a different langauge.
"Why do I care about DNA?" I ask myself. "Not like I wanna be a biologist."
I pick up my biology book and look through it. Cell respiration, photosynthesis, molecules, I don't care about this stuff. And I still have two years of school left, that is if I can pass this test. Tenth grade really blows.
"Dil!" I hear from downstairs.
"Yes mom?" I reply.
"Door."
I get off of the floor and head downstairs where my buddy is waiting.
"Yo," I greet, grinning.
"Hey," he replies.
"Come on in," I say moving out of the doorway and leading him upstairs.
My room looks pretty bad as we enter. Not only are my books spead out among the floor, but soda cans are littering the shelves. Paper balls thrown everywhere, and clothes piled up by the closet door. The only thing that don't seem out of place are my posters on the wall.
"Nice room little emo kid," he comments.
"I'm not an emo kid," I reply.
"Right."
"Shut up you you GOTH!" I exclaim.
"Grr," he says.
"You started it!"
"Soo, let's just study."
"Righty."
Settling down on the floor we grab the books. Hours passes, well they were only minutes, but they did seem like hours. I put the book down that I was 'reading' and climb on to my bed and lay there.
"Study Dil," I hear from the foot of my bed.
"To much stuff," I say my voice muffled by the pillow.
I feel a weigh shift on the bed, as he climbs on.
"Don't make me sit on you."
"Go ahead."
I feel a body get on my back, so warm. It feels good. My eyes snap open at that.
"What the fuck?" I mumble to myself.
"Huh?"
"Nothing," I lie trying to calm my breath.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
He shifts alittle and I instantly curse as I feel tingles run down my spine. Goosebumps pop up all over my pale skin. He didn't notice.
"Well, I'm going to go study, since you want to be lazy and fail," he says getting off me.
"Have fun," I say. "Thanks for getting off my, your weigh was hurting." I say grinning on the outside. Inside I miss the warmth, miss his thin frame on me. I want him, no I need him.
"Fuck you," he says.
When and where pops into my mind when he said that. What the fuck is going on? These thoughts, they are normal. Frowning I bury my head deeper into the pillow, groaning as I do is.
The bed dips again as he climbs on.
"Will you atleast lay on your back?" he asks.
"Why?" I mumble.
"So we can study, you can read lying down."
"Fine," I say.
I look up as I turn on my back and see his smiling face. Forcing a grin out I grab a book.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"N-nothing," I reply.
"Something is up."
"I'm cool don't worry about it."
"Tell me Dil," he demands.
"It's nothing."
"Tell me."
"No, it's nothing."
"Tell me."
"No."
He gets up and climbs on my stomach.
"You tell me and I get off of you."
"Come on get off," I ask.
Please get off, before it's to late. I look up at him his hair falling gently down his face. His baggy clothes hanging loosely, his multiple chains clinging slightly. His lip is pierced along with his eyebrow and a few in his ear.
"Please tell me."
"I can't," I mumble.
"Why?" he asks.
"Because."
"Because isn't an answer."
"Look drop it please," I say looking helplessly into his eyes.
"I thought you trusted me," he says sounding hurt.
"I do, it's just I can't." I say but adding in quietly. "You would hate me."
Not quiet enough though.
"Why would I hate you?" he asks.
"You just will."
"What if I promise not to get mad. Will you tell me then?" he asks pleading.
"I- I don't know."
"I promise I won't hate you," he says sincerly.
Sighing deeply I reply with an, "Ok."
His eyes brighten at my answer and his smile widens.
"I-I think I may k-kinda like this guy," I say.
"And?" he pushes.
"I don't know if he likes me."
"Tell him and see. I mean like you've told tons a girls you liked them right?"
"Yeah, but he's a guy, it's different," I mutter.
"That's true, but I would tell him if I were you."
"Fine I will. Caleb I like you." I say.
His smile turns into a frown, and confusion shows in his eyes. And just like that his face brightens up again.
"Really?" he asks.
"Yes, look if you are weirded out by this you can go home and ignore me forever." I mumble quietly.
"Weirded out?" he asks laughing.
Slowly his face comes closer to mine I can feel his warm breath. Closer and closer, only a few more inches. Our lips meet suddently, his kiss is so sweet. Our lips moving as one together, I feel his tongue run over my lip asking for entrance. I allow him in, our tongues meeting. Caressing each others. He slowly pulls away.
"I've liked you for awhile," he whispers.
I reach up and pull into a hug. He gets off of me and lies next to me. His strong arms holding me, protecting me. A few minutes pass and we get back to studing.
"We better pass these test tomorrow," he mutters.
"I have an idea!" I exclaim. "For every answer we get right we..." I say trailing off.
He grins widely and agrees to my game. The next day we both passed our tests and that night we did another kind of studying.
~Fin~
A/N: I'll let you guess what they did... Hehe, well yeah this one is kinda like 'Being Sick Doesn't Always Suck' I guess... I hope you enjoyed this!
Review Thanks:
Random Unregistered Person: Ok When and where? hehe Thanks for the review! You get my answer as a yes! hehe
A/N: Uhh... next chapter for WMoOC won't be out for awhile... I have no clue on what should happen. I mean I have some ideas but yeah... don't worry I will have it out... I'm gonna go work on it.... hehe... review for Lake?