Wow, everyone loves getting on my case about that! LET ME REPEAT!!! I liked
the tampon thing from Dead End Angels. THAT'S ALL! Again, I credit the
author! It's her idea! I just found what I thought was an interesting way
to incorperate it later on! Patience everyone! I'm not trying to be like
another story!
pants
Oh, and the last chapter seemed a little pointless, I realize. It's setting the stage people. Setting the stage. Still doing a bit of that here, but there's gunna be a fun cliffhanger!
Venice and Damian had a large house with a two-car garage and at least three floors. They lived in a community called Mist Hills, for the very specific reason that the near-by bay always spritzered them with mist on warm days and cold nights. And Will couldn't help but notice the very particular car next door. . .
"Venice, you live next to Liz Swann?" He asked, forgetting Liz's earlier comments about their relationship.
She glared at Will like it was a mortal sin to mention such a thing, and Will stepped back a little.
Damian stepped between them immediately. "Ladies. . . lady, and gentlemen. . . Yes, we do, but Venice tries desperately to avoid interaction."
"Can you blame me? She's a eunuch!" Venice spat onto the ground and stepped backwards. Jack suddenly heard a tinkling noise, subconsciously remembering hearing it before.
Damian rolled his eyes. "You can't call a woman a eunuch."
"You can if she's really a man!"
Jack stepped in. "Liz Swann is NOT a man unless she is a Gay Fem that should get a sex change."
Venice's mouth popped shut. Will giggled, but his mouth, too, popped shut after receiving a second evil glare.
Damian cut through the tension. "Let's go inside and eat one more donut."
He led them all through the neatly trimmed grass and up to the door, ignoring the stepping stones and the sign that said "Please Stay Off Grass". As the stepped up to the door, which was taller than two of them together and a rich, cherry-wood red, Venice fished around her pockets and produced a shiny silver key.
Finally inside, Damian and Venice immediately lead the two boys upstairs, which was no mediocre task. The stairs were winding and steep, and they had to go up to the third floor to reach the rooms. Then all the way down to the hall to where Venice's and Damian's rooms sat across from each other.
First they stopped into Damian's room, which they were surprised to see had a dumbwaiter in it. Jack found this immensely entertaining and they spent nearly half an hour pulling each other up and down the shaft.
Finally, Damian threw a pile of blankets from his bed into it, and then a few pillows, and hoisted it up. He ignored Jack and Will's questioning looks and proceeded straight across the hall to Venice's room.
It was different from Damian's room, much different. Damian's room was painted dark blue with forest green trim, and matching plaid sheets on his bed. He had a light-colored carpet, and a maple-wood set of furniture for his room, then a closet, a stereo on his desk, and not much else. There weren't many decorations, except for the pictures in the corner, and a few posters that said philosophical ideas and things like IMRU?, then he had some basic lights and christmas-lights around his ceiling, but that was basically it.
Venice's room, on the other hand, was entirely black, with a black ceiling, black carpeting, and black walls. Her bedspread was black with silver, glow in the dark moons and stars on it. She had movie posters on the wall, drawings, paintings, and sketches she had done herself, tons of songs and poems on the wall, play-production posters, crystals, canvases, stickers, and dream catchers. Her desk was covered in styrofoam coffee cups and M&M wrappers, and on her floors along the walls were piles of books, folders, notebooks, and sketchbooks. Most of the wall opposite her door was bookcases, except for two windows that were covered in black curtains with glittery threads. There was a laptop on her desk as well, and a giant stereo set on one shelf of the bookcases. In front of the stereo sat a few piles of CD's and tapes, and even a few records.
She popped on the lamp that was designed in India in the opposite corner of her room. Chimes and bells rang as the rest of the group walked through the door. Jack recognized the tinkling noise again. Every time Venice stepped. He remembered it from going up the stairs as well, though then he hadn't thought much of it.
Venice then turned on her stereo, and the calming sounds of someone Jack and Will didn't recognize came through the surround-sound speakers mounted in the corners.
Jack looked about, then grinned when he saw, through an open closet door, a box of tampons identical to the one that now hung in their locker. He made a mental note of this.
Venice sat down and broke the silence. "So, you like it?"
Will thought, Liked it? It was beautiful, full of exotic things and art and emotion. It was very Venice. He nodded.
"Jack? Do you?"
Jack looked about. "It's so very. . . you." He fingered a satiny pillow on Venice's bed. "Who is this, singing?"
Venice looked up, her pupils wide in her purple eyes in the dim room. "Damian Rice. . . a new CD," She grinned, "Damian likes him just because they share names."
Jack snorted and laughed. Will laughed playfully, and Damian gave Venice his best "Now WHY did you just say that?" look. He loosened up, though, when Will sauntered over and they brushed hands. Jack plopped down on Venice's bed, which he found to be surprisingly soft.
"Hmmm. . . I like your bed."
The entire group eyed him, and Venice voiced what everyone was thinking. "Is it really my bed you like, or just what could happen in it?"
For the first time in a long time, Jack blushed. Will laughed at him, and Damian grinned. Venice raised her eyebrows in impatience for the response. She sighed, then pushed him off the edge of the bed. Gathering up her own bed sheets, she looked to Damian and said, "Why don't you and Will run upstairs? Clear out the dumbwaiter and lower it back down, and we'll pull this stuff up then come up."
Damian nodded and pulled Will away before he could ask any questions. Jack, however, had the time.
"Why are we going upstairs, with bedsheets none-the-less?" He asked as they crossed the hallway and Venice dropped blankets onto the floor in front of the empty dumb-waiter shaft. She quickly ran back and returned with pillows.
"We're going upstairs because the attic is me and Damian's recreation room. We have a pool table, and a wide screen TV up there, and a few old couches and tons of movies. . ."
Venice rambled on a little about what they had upstairs, and Jack watched the shaft absent-mindedly for the dumbwaiter to return.
Venice stopped, realizing that Jack wasn't paying attention. A little annoyed at his distraction, she walked up to him and rubbed her body gently against his.
Jack jumped back, out of his space-casing. Venice grinned, and he grinned back, stepping back up to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. . .
Just as Venice snuggled in for a kiss, the creaky dumbwaiter clunked into place, empty except for a piece of paper.
Jack picked it up and read it aloud. "Take your time."
Venice laughed and piled the blankets and pillows into the dumbwaiter, then yanked it up. "Sounds tempting."
"Sounds suspicious, you mean! I wonder what they're doing. . ." Jack said as he walked to the door.
Venice threw the scrap of paper into Damian's garbage can and caught Jack's wrist before he turned into the hallway.
He looked at her curiously. She grinned a sexy smile and said, "Who cares?"
Jack caught on and let her lead him into her bedroom, where she lit some candles. The room, which Jack suddenly realized already smelled strongly of vanilla, increased the strong scent and made him almost woozy. He sat on the bed again, and Venice flipped onto a sensual song by Enya.
Jack watched as she slinked over to the bed, which now had only a blanket and two or three pillows. She sat down besides him and Jack wasted no time in leaning over and kissing her tenderly.
Will and Damian pulled out Venice's blankets from the dumbwaiter, and threw them on the second couch. Then they threw themselves on the first couch, waiting for Jack and Venice to come up and join them.
Kind of.
In all truths they popped in a movie and ignored it, soon wrapped in the soft blue and green flannel bedsheets and each other's arms.
Venice rested her head on Jack's chest and snuggled deeper under the covers. The wind outside, it seemed, had picked up, and the bedroom's windows creaked and strained. It sounded like there was screaming outside. She felt Jack's heart beat a little faster under her cheek, and looked up.
Her purple eyes were greeted by warm brown eyes, and she smiled. Jack smiled back and kissed her softly, before sitting up.
The wind whistled. "Let's go upstairs," Venice said tenatively. Jack looked a little disappointed, but stood.
"Wait, let me call my sister. She'd spaz on me ten times worse than usual. Stupid women."
Jack caught Venice's hurt look. "Not you love. . . you're more than a woman."
Venice dug around on her desk to find a small cell phone. She turned it on and gave it to Jack, who admired it for a moment before punching in a number and holding it to his ear.
"Hello, Ana?" Pause. "I'm at Damian's house, Damian and Venice's." Pause. "I might be. If I don't come home tonight you know where I am."
There was a long pause. "You're serious? Liz Swann is visiting? Erk! I'm staying here." Pause. "She's coming? And you want me to give her directions?"
Jack scowled, and Venice giggled. He waggled a finger at her, then said, "Yes, she lives next door but," Pause, "Fine. You better have coffee tomorrow night."
Jack hung up. "Erm, Liz needs directions to get to my place. I have to run next door quickly. I'll be right back."
Venice's face fell. "Fine. Just come up to the attic when you return."
Venice ran up the last flight of stairs and walked into the attic room, sitting down on a pile of blankets and ignoring the two boys on the other couch. Another movie was playing.
After a few minutes of boredom and some rather disturbing gasps from Will and her brother, Venice ran downstairs to get popcorn and a two-liter bottle of soda. Outside it had suddenly gotten dark.
Dark? But it was only 5:45. It shouldn't be getting dark...for maybe another 20 minutes or so. It had to be a storm. 'That one snuck up on me,' Venice thought as she pulled a large bottle of Dr. Pepper out of the fridge.
Walking out of the kitchen and about to begin the task of her stairwell, Venice heard the door creak open beside her.
The wind blew in, and over Jack's body, which was slumped onto the floor.
Oh, and the last chapter seemed a little pointless, I realize. It's setting the stage people. Setting the stage. Still doing a bit of that here, but there's gunna be a fun cliffhanger!
Venice and Damian had a large house with a two-car garage and at least three floors. They lived in a community called Mist Hills, for the very specific reason that the near-by bay always spritzered them with mist on warm days and cold nights. And Will couldn't help but notice the very particular car next door. . .
"Venice, you live next to Liz Swann?" He asked, forgetting Liz's earlier comments about their relationship.
She glared at Will like it was a mortal sin to mention such a thing, and Will stepped back a little.
Damian stepped between them immediately. "Ladies. . . lady, and gentlemen. . . Yes, we do, but Venice tries desperately to avoid interaction."
"Can you blame me? She's a eunuch!" Venice spat onto the ground and stepped backwards. Jack suddenly heard a tinkling noise, subconsciously remembering hearing it before.
Damian rolled his eyes. "You can't call a woman a eunuch."
"You can if she's really a man!"
Jack stepped in. "Liz Swann is NOT a man unless she is a Gay Fem that should get a sex change."
Venice's mouth popped shut. Will giggled, but his mouth, too, popped shut after receiving a second evil glare.
Damian cut through the tension. "Let's go inside and eat one more donut."
He led them all through the neatly trimmed grass and up to the door, ignoring the stepping stones and the sign that said "Please Stay Off Grass". As the stepped up to the door, which was taller than two of them together and a rich, cherry-wood red, Venice fished around her pockets and produced a shiny silver key.
Finally inside, Damian and Venice immediately lead the two boys upstairs, which was no mediocre task. The stairs were winding and steep, and they had to go up to the third floor to reach the rooms. Then all the way down to the hall to where Venice's and Damian's rooms sat across from each other.
First they stopped into Damian's room, which they were surprised to see had a dumbwaiter in it. Jack found this immensely entertaining and they spent nearly half an hour pulling each other up and down the shaft.
Finally, Damian threw a pile of blankets from his bed into it, and then a few pillows, and hoisted it up. He ignored Jack and Will's questioning looks and proceeded straight across the hall to Venice's room.
It was different from Damian's room, much different. Damian's room was painted dark blue with forest green trim, and matching plaid sheets on his bed. He had a light-colored carpet, and a maple-wood set of furniture for his room, then a closet, a stereo on his desk, and not much else. There weren't many decorations, except for the pictures in the corner, and a few posters that said philosophical ideas and things like IMRU?, then he had some basic lights and christmas-lights around his ceiling, but that was basically it.
Venice's room, on the other hand, was entirely black, with a black ceiling, black carpeting, and black walls. Her bedspread was black with silver, glow in the dark moons and stars on it. She had movie posters on the wall, drawings, paintings, and sketches she had done herself, tons of songs and poems on the wall, play-production posters, crystals, canvases, stickers, and dream catchers. Her desk was covered in styrofoam coffee cups and M&M wrappers, and on her floors along the walls were piles of books, folders, notebooks, and sketchbooks. Most of the wall opposite her door was bookcases, except for two windows that were covered in black curtains with glittery threads. There was a laptop on her desk as well, and a giant stereo set on one shelf of the bookcases. In front of the stereo sat a few piles of CD's and tapes, and even a few records.
She popped on the lamp that was designed in India in the opposite corner of her room. Chimes and bells rang as the rest of the group walked through the door. Jack recognized the tinkling noise again. Every time Venice stepped. He remembered it from going up the stairs as well, though then he hadn't thought much of it.
Venice then turned on her stereo, and the calming sounds of someone Jack and Will didn't recognize came through the surround-sound speakers mounted in the corners.
Jack looked about, then grinned when he saw, through an open closet door, a box of tampons identical to the one that now hung in their locker. He made a mental note of this.
Venice sat down and broke the silence. "So, you like it?"
Will thought, Liked it? It was beautiful, full of exotic things and art and emotion. It was very Venice. He nodded.
"Jack? Do you?"
Jack looked about. "It's so very. . . you." He fingered a satiny pillow on Venice's bed. "Who is this, singing?"
Venice looked up, her pupils wide in her purple eyes in the dim room. "Damian Rice. . . a new CD," She grinned, "Damian likes him just because they share names."
Jack snorted and laughed. Will laughed playfully, and Damian gave Venice his best "Now WHY did you just say that?" look. He loosened up, though, when Will sauntered over and they brushed hands. Jack plopped down on Venice's bed, which he found to be surprisingly soft.
"Hmmm. . . I like your bed."
The entire group eyed him, and Venice voiced what everyone was thinking. "Is it really my bed you like, or just what could happen in it?"
For the first time in a long time, Jack blushed. Will laughed at him, and Damian grinned. Venice raised her eyebrows in impatience for the response. She sighed, then pushed him off the edge of the bed. Gathering up her own bed sheets, she looked to Damian and said, "Why don't you and Will run upstairs? Clear out the dumbwaiter and lower it back down, and we'll pull this stuff up then come up."
Damian nodded and pulled Will away before he could ask any questions. Jack, however, had the time.
"Why are we going upstairs, with bedsheets none-the-less?" He asked as they crossed the hallway and Venice dropped blankets onto the floor in front of the empty dumb-waiter shaft. She quickly ran back and returned with pillows.
"We're going upstairs because the attic is me and Damian's recreation room. We have a pool table, and a wide screen TV up there, and a few old couches and tons of movies. . ."
Venice rambled on a little about what they had upstairs, and Jack watched the shaft absent-mindedly for the dumbwaiter to return.
Venice stopped, realizing that Jack wasn't paying attention. A little annoyed at his distraction, she walked up to him and rubbed her body gently against his.
Jack jumped back, out of his space-casing. Venice grinned, and he grinned back, stepping back up to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. . .
Just as Venice snuggled in for a kiss, the creaky dumbwaiter clunked into place, empty except for a piece of paper.
Jack picked it up and read it aloud. "Take your time."
Venice laughed and piled the blankets and pillows into the dumbwaiter, then yanked it up. "Sounds tempting."
"Sounds suspicious, you mean! I wonder what they're doing. . ." Jack said as he walked to the door.
Venice threw the scrap of paper into Damian's garbage can and caught Jack's wrist before he turned into the hallway.
He looked at her curiously. She grinned a sexy smile and said, "Who cares?"
Jack caught on and let her lead him into her bedroom, where she lit some candles. The room, which Jack suddenly realized already smelled strongly of vanilla, increased the strong scent and made him almost woozy. He sat on the bed again, and Venice flipped onto a sensual song by Enya.
Jack watched as she slinked over to the bed, which now had only a blanket and two or three pillows. She sat down besides him and Jack wasted no time in leaning over and kissing her tenderly.
Will and Damian pulled out Venice's blankets from the dumbwaiter, and threw them on the second couch. Then they threw themselves on the first couch, waiting for Jack and Venice to come up and join them.
Kind of.
In all truths they popped in a movie and ignored it, soon wrapped in the soft blue and green flannel bedsheets and each other's arms.
Venice rested her head on Jack's chest and snuggled deeper under the covers. The wind outside, it seemed, had picked up, and the bedroom's windows creaked and strained. It sounded like there was screaming outside. She felt Jack's heart beat a little faster under her cheek, and looked up.
Her purple eyes were greeted by warm brown eyes, and she smiled. Jack smiled back and kissed her softly, before sitting up.
The wind whistled. "Let's go upstairs," Venice said tenatively. Jack looked a little disappointed, but stood.
"Wait, let me call my sister. She'd spaz on me ten times worse than usual. Stupid women."
Jack caught Venice's hurt look. "Not you love. . . you're more than a woman."
Venice dug around on her desk to find a small cell phone. She turned it on and gave it to Jack, who admired it for a moment before punching in a number and holding it to his ear.
"Hello, Ana?" Pause. "I'm at Damian's house, Damian and Venice's." Pause. "I might be. If I don't come home tonight you know where I am."
There was a long pause. "You're serious? Liz Swann is visiting? Erk! I'm staying here." Pause. "She's coming? And you want me to give her directions?"
Jack scowled, and Venice giggled. He waggled a finger at her, then said, "Yes, she lives next door but," Pause, "Fine. You better have coffee tomorrow night."
Jack hung up. "Erm, Liz needs directions to get to my place. I have to run next door quickly. I'll be right back."
Venice's face fell. "Fine. Just come up to the attic when you return."
Venice ran up the last flight of stairs and walked into the attic room, sitting down on a pile of blankets and ignoring the two boys on the other couch. Another movie was playing.
After a few minutes of boredom and some rather disturbing gasps from Will and her brother, Venice ran downstairs to get popcorn and a two-liter bottle of soda. Outside it had suddenly gotten dark.
Dark? But it was only 5:45. It shouldn't be getting dark...for maybe another 20 minutes or so. It had to be a storm. 'That one snuck up on me,' Venice thought as she pulled a large bottle of Dr. Pepper out of the fridge.
Walking out of the kitchen and about to begin the task of her stairwell, Venice heard the door creak open beside her.
The wind blew in, and over Jack's body, which was slumped onto the floor.