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Next one is for Totchii!
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Chapter 4: In Which Christopher Does Something
I went down to my normal spot last night. This little tavern across from the hippodrome, a place where anything goes. I mean, we're talking same sex couples, different specie couples, anything. I didn't go there to drink at all, because believe it or not I'm actually sticking to April's restrictions. I just went to pick someone up. Get David out of my head. Maybe bring home that blonde who could do those amazing things with her tongue. Or another guy I'd seen in there a few other times. Someone.
But I didn't. And do you want to know why? Wish I could tell you. I don't know either.
First off, I steered clear of every brunette in the place. I mean, I wasn't going to bring home anyone who even vaguely resembled David. And I also refused to make eye contact with anything that wasn't humanoid. Not to discriminate, but I'm not into tentacles. Or satyrs. Goats are quite a big turn off. And then I decided it was probably best to forgo guys all together. I didn't really need that right now. I actually tend to steer a little more towards females, actually, so it wasn't a bad thing. I wasn't in the mood for muscles. No, I was going to smother myself to death in a pair of huge boobs. Yep. Just what the doctor ordered. It was like going through denial all over again.
Oh, I didn't tell you about that? It was fun, really. Woke up in a huge wet spot, images of naked Spike dancing through my head. I mean, you have to respect the bad boy vibe, but Willow and Tara were more my style. And now suddenly it was Xander and Spike. Both of them at the same time, even. And Angel liked to make guest appearances.
So, yes, I was a little freaked out. Okay, a lot freaked out. I jumped out of bed and took a shower. For about an hour. And starting the very next day I began to chase after every skirt in school. And I liked that. Whew. Big breath of relief. I like girls, therefore I am not gay. Erm, no. Sorry Christopher, it doesn't work that way. Yeah, I liked girls. Funny thing about that. You can like girls AND guys. So the inevitable happened. Denial picked me up and threw me out. I ended up quite literally running into a guy turning the corner at FYE. Which was bad enough. Then he dropped the CD he was carrying, I handed it to him, and our fingers touched. And kept touching. And there was the freaky eye contact. And I blushed.
Long story short, his name was Jason, we went and saw a movie, made out for an hour and a half. And that turned into a weekly thing. One night I called the house to tell my parents the movie had run late, and not to worry. They wouldn't really care if I was. It was more that they liked to think they had some control over me, some actual effect on my future by punishing me for breaking curfew. They didn't care. But I could pretend, right? But little bro informed me that both the parents were dead drunk and probably not waking up until next week, much less sometime tonight. I told Jason my parents were out of town. He asked me back to his apartment.
Hmm. Funny how my short stories aren't so short. At any rate, I think you know what happened next. Contrary to what people believe, I'm not one to kiss and tell. Lemme just say Jason was a nice guy. Really cool. Taught me a lot of things. Mostly not to be embarrassed or ashamed of what I was. To not worry about what I was. I was Christopher. And that was a pretty cool thing to be. It didn't matter if I was gay or straight or bi or whatever. What I felt was what I felt.
Sheesh, it's becoming a fucking epic. All right, here's the end. Seriously. Jason got accepted to a college about two states over. Two small states, but nonetheless quite a drive. Not a commitment either of us felt like working with. I liked him, he liked me, and if he'd stayed, yeah, maybe we could have had something deeper. But at that point we both felt we didn't have enough to do the long distance thing. So we did what had become our ritual. We went and saw a movie and made out in the back row, fooled around in the car on the way to his apartment, somehow, as always, managing not to mow down any pedestrians on the way. Made out on the couch. Followed up in the bedroom. Blew him in the shower the next morning, made cheese eggs and toast, said goodbye one final time.
There were a few other guys after that. Couple of dates, couple of kisses, a grope or two. Then that stupid Senna-thing and all that followed. Then David. David, who was a one night thing but I *wanted* to be so much more...
In an effort to make another long story short, here's how the rest of the evening went.
Christopher takes a seat in corner. A girl with wings and white- blonde hair comes over and sits in Christopher's lap, presses her boobs onto his chest and practically in his face. Christopher is remarkably uninterested. Faerie-Girl takes brush off with good grace and goes to chase after a satyr. Asian looking boy with cool tattoo proceeds to hit on Christopher. Again, no interest. Christopher goes home, runs up to his room, and screams as loud as he can into his pillow.
Great fun. Really. I was trying to avoid someone that looked like David, but they all reminded me of him somehow. The eyes. The smile. The twist of a hand. Except that only served to show me even more how they weren't him. Pieces of David. Maybe I'm paranoid. Maybe I *am* obsessed.
It's a kooky kind of life right now. All of us running around, trying to pretend we're fine. Trying to pretend everything's normal. And it's not. I mean, there's no war. Not like a 'Vikings vs. Aztecs' kind of war. It's Ka Anor against the world. Except Ka Anor's still winning. Not too good for the morale, needless to say. Not to mention we're still adjusting from twentieth century to second century. Like I said. Life's at a bit of a low point. Could be worse. Could be better.
And I've been thinking a lot lately. Been giving me a headache, but what the hell, right? David is Athena's General. That's an 'until you die' kind of job. Mostly because they tend to die young, I think, but I'm getting off-topic. Jalil is inventing anything and everything, and getting filthy rich in the process. The first few inventions he had to pawn off just to keep us safe, but now he's the Bill Gates of Everworld. He is, however, smart enough to know that history repeats itself. There are a few things he swears will never see the light of day. April doesn't really have a job. She can't. Woman's lib is a few thousand years behind schedule over here. But me... What the hell am I doing? What the hell am I *going* to do? I'm still the same drunk loser, in a different setting.
Could go back to school. Become a soldier. Run a tavern. Hell, I could become a priest. There's a laugh. Know what I *have* thought about? Becoming like a playwright, or a writer. No, seriously! I mean, all these stories from the Old World... stories people here have never heard. It's kind of cheating, to make money off other people's work, but I promise, if I ever get back home, I'll give them their fair share of the royalties. I mean, just 'Friends' is a Greek tragedy waiting to happen. Change the coffee shop to a wine stand, change the names (i.e. Chandler to Chandlius, or something similarly Greek), and you've got a smash play! It's no 'Antigone', but I can swing it. And think about what I could do with 'Lord of the Rings'...
I push open the door to the house and look around. Quiet in here. That's weird.
"Christopher?"
I turn around to find Nico standing in the doorway.
"Hey Nico. What's up, where is everyone?"
From the look on his face, whatever it is... it's not good.
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Evil cliffie. I know. And the chapter was short. Sorry. But the next chapter is *quite* long, and I didn't feel up to writing it all out. And yes, this chapter was supposed to be the David chapter, but Chris refused to shut up so NEXT chapter is David's chapter. Whew. Yeah.
Jalil: Am I ever going to talk again?
Rae: Shut up, you. You'll have a part when I say you have a part.
Jalil: ......
Rae: Oh fine. You have a part in the next chapter. You get to be semi- heroic too, if that makes you feel any better.
Jalil: ... I'm ecstatic.
Rae: Stop doing the Squall thing! Why are you doing the Squall thing?! Why are my other fandoms haunting me? *spies unfinished FF8 story on computer* Ah. That would explain it.
Squall: ......
Rae: What the hell are you doing here?
Squall: ......
Rae: Go snog Seifer or something.
Squall: ......
Rae: And start talking! That damn 'six period' thing is unnerving.
Squall: .....
Rae: Oh, that was witty. Don't think I didn't catch that.
Sorry. Sugar and hormones run rampant. And plot bunnies! Don't forget the plot bunnies!
Next one is for Totchii!
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Chapter 4: In Which Christopher Does Something
I went down to my normal spot last night. This little tavern across from the hippodrome, a place where anything goes. I mean, we're talking same sex couples, different specie couples, anything. I didn't go there to drink at all, because believe it or not I'm actually sticking to April's restrictions. I just went to pick someone up. Get David out of my head. Maybe bring home that blonde who could do those amazing things with her tongue. Or another guy I'd seen in there a few other times. Someone.
But I didn't. And do you want to know why? Wish I could tell you. I don't know either.
First off, I steered clear of every brunette in the place. I mean, I wasn't going to bring home anyone who even vaguely resembled David. And I also refused to make eye contact with anything that wasn't humanoid. Not to discriminate, but I'm not into tentacles. Or satyrs. Goats are quite a big turn off. And then I decided it was probably best to forgo guys all together. I didn't really need that right now. I actually tend to steer a little more towards females, actually, so it wasn't a bad thing. I wasn't in the mood for muscles. No, I was going to smother myself to death in a pair of huge boobs. Yep. Just what the doctor ordered. It was like going through denial all over again.
Oh, I didn't tell you about that? It was fun, really. Woke up in a huge wet spot, images of naked Spike dancing through my head. I mean, you have to respect the bad boy vibe, but Willow and Tara were more my style. And now suddenly it was Xander and Spike. Both of them at the same time, even. And Angel liked to make guest appearances.
So, yes, I was a little freaked out. Okay, a lot freaked out. I jumped out of bed and took a shower. For about an hour. And starting the very next day I began to chase after every skirt in school. And I liked that. Whew. Big breath of relief. I like girls, therefore I am not gay. Erm, no. Sorry Christopher, it doesn't work that way. Yeah, I liked girls. Funny thing about that. You can like girls AND guys. So the inevitable happened. Denial picked me up and threw me out. I ended up quite literally running into a guy turning the corner at FYE. Which was bad enough. Then he dropped the CD he was carrying, I handed it to him, and our fingers touched. And kept touching. And there was the freaky eye contact. And I blushed.
Long story short, his name was Jason, we went and saw a movie, made out for an hour and a half. And that turned into a weekly thing. One night I called the house to tell my parents the movie had run late, and not to worry. They wouldn't really care if I was. It was more that they liked to think they had some control over me, some actual effect on my future by punishing me for breaking curfew. They didn't care. But I could pretend, right? But little bro informed me that both the parents were dead drunk and probably not waking up until next week, much less sometime tonight. I told Jason my parents were out of town. He asked me back to his apartment.
Hmm. Funny how my short stories aren't so short. At any rate, I think you know what happened next. Contrary to what people believe, I'm not one to kiss and tell. Lemme just say Jason was a nice guy. Really cool. Taught me a lot of things. Mostly not to be embarrassed or ashamed of what I was. To not worry about what I was. I was Christopher. And that was a pretty cool thing to be. It didn't matter if I was gay or straight or bi or whatever. What I felt was what I felt.
Sheesh, it's becoming a fucking epic. All right, here's the end. Seriously. Jason got accepted to a college about two states over. Two small states, but nonetheless quite a drive. Not a commitment either of us felt like working with. I liked him, he liked me, and if he'd stayed, yeah, maybe we could have had something deeper. But at that point we both felt we didn't have enough to do the long distance thing. So we did what had become our ritual. We went and saw a movie and made out in the back row, fooled around in the car on the way to his apartment, somehow, as always, managing not to mow down any pedestrians on the way. Made out on the couch. Followed up in the bedroom. Blew him in the shower the next morning, made cheese eggs and toast, said goodbye one final time.
There were a few other guys after that. Couple of dates, couple of kisses, a grope or two. Then that stupid Senna-thing and all that followed. Then David. David, who was a one night thing but I *wanted* to be so much more...
In an effort to make another long story short, here's how the rest of the evening went.
Christopher takes a seat in corner. A girl with wings and white- blonde hair comes over and sits in Christopher's lap, presses her boobs onto his chest and practically in his face. Christopher is remarkably uninterested. Faerie-Girl takes brush off with good grace and goes to chase after a satyr. Asian looking boy with cool tattoo proceeds to hit on Christopher. Again, no interest. Christopher goes home, runs up to his room, and screams as loud as he can into his pillow.
Great fun. Really. I was trying to avoid someone that looked like David, but they all reminded me of him somehow. The eyes. The smile. The twist of a hand. Except that only served to show me even more how they weren't him. Pieces of David. Maybe I'm paranoid. Maybe I *am* obsessed.
It's a kooky kind of life right now. All of us running around, trying to pretend we're fine. Trying to pretend everything's normal. And it's not. I mean, there's no war. Not like a 'Vikings vs. Aztecs' kind of war. It's Ka Anor against the world. Except Ka Anor's still winning. Not too good for the morale, needless to say. Not to mention we're still adjusting from twentieth century to second century. Like I said. Life's at a bit of a low point. Could be worse. Could be better.
And I've been thinking a lot lately. Been giving me a headache, but what the hell, right? David is Athena's General. That's an 'until you die' kind of job. Mostly because they tend to die young, I think, but I'm getting off-topic. Jalil is inventing anything and everything, and getting filthy rich in the process. The first few inventions he had to pawn off just to keep us safe, but now he's the Bill Gates of Everworld. He is, however, smart enough to know that history repeats itself. There are a few things he swears will never see the light of day. April doesn't really have a job. She can't. Woman's lib is a few thousand years behind schedule over here. But me... What the hell am I doing? What the hell am I *going* to do? I'm still the same drunk loser, in a different setting.
Could go back to school. Become a soldier. Run a tavern. Hell, I could become a priest. There's a laugh. Know what I *have* thought about? Becoming like a playwright, or a writer. No, seriously! I mean, all these stories from the Old World... stories people here have never heard. It's kind of cheating, to make money off other people's work, but I promise, if I ever get back home, I'll give them their fair share of the royalties. I mean, just 'Friends' is a Greek tragedy waiting to happen. Change the coffee shop to a wine stand, change the names (i.e. Chandler to Chandlius, or something similarly Greek), and you've got a smash play! It's no 'Antigone', but I can swing it. And think about what I could do with 'Lord of the Rings'...
I push open the door to the house and look around. Quiet in here. That's weird.
"Christopher?"
I turn around to find Nico standing in the doorway.
"Hey Nico. What's up, where is everyone?"
From the look on his face, whatever it is... it's not good.
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Evil cliffie. I know. And the chapter was short. Sorry. But the next chapter is *quite* long, and I didn't feel up to writing it all out. And yes, this chapter was supposed to be the David chapter, but Chris refused to shut up so NEXT chapter is David's chapter. Whew. Yeah.
Jalil: Am I ever going to talk again?
Rae: Shut up, you. You'll have a part when I say you have a part.
Jalil: ......
Rae: Oh fine. You have a part in the next chapter. You get to be semi- heroic too, if that makes you feel any better.
Jalil: ... I'm ecstatic.
Rae: Stop doing the Squall thing! Why are you doing the Squall thing?! Why are my other fandoms haunting me? *spies unfinished FF8 story on computer* Ah. That would explain it.
Squall: ......
Rae: What the hell are you doing here?
Squall: ......
Rae: Go snog Seifer or something.
Squall: ......
Rae: And start talking! That damn 'six period' thing is unnerving.
Squall: .....
Rae: Oh, that was witty. Don't think I didn't catch that.
Sorry. Sugar and hormones run rampant. And plot bunnies! Don't forget the plot bunnies!