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all special type turns normal. Screw that, man. There were italics and
bolding in this story. Believe me. Oh yea, and if you read, review. If you
don't, well, that's a whole 'nother Happy Meal, ain't it? Enjoy.
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Sam couldn't sleep. Worse, the other boys in his room were practically unconscious with it. Bobby's snoring was deafening, Roberto was sleep-talking from the far left, and the other two were out cold. Why couldn't morning come already? Looking to the clock on the nightstand beside his bed, it offered no help. 1:21 AM.
"Come on, Tabby...know you...want me...baby..." Sam groaned, smothering his head with the pillow from his bed on an attempt to rid his mind of his friend's dirty dream.
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With a wide yawn, Ray slowly sat up in bed. He was truly only half- awake, but got up nevertheless. Eyes barely opened he made his way across the medium sized room, not aware at any rate the time, and through the opened door; stumbling on the carpet in the hallway. Light was almost non- existent as shadows claimed the small passage.
Maybe I could get good food this time before everyone else takes it all, he thought sluggishly, if Bobby doesn't get there before me...
Suddenly he was hit front on by something, smacking back down on the floor before he could blink. Pain was second thought after confusion.
"What the...?!" He shook his head a couple of times to clear the grogginess and stop the throbbing. Now he was fully awake. Sitting up with much effort, his vision swirled for a split second. Huge, scared brown eyes met his through the haze as he focused. Dark hair swished down from her shoulder as she pushed herself up on an elbow.
"Are you crazy?" She hissed, rubbing her temples. This was not exactly what he wanted to hear from her at the moment, as he didn't know who she was. He stared at her hard. Something familiar, yet...not.
"Who're you?" He questioned.
"Amara Aquilla, who are YOU?" She shot convulsively. The boy practically choked on his own tongue.
"Amara?" She couldn't possibly be her, His continuos shouted. Mara's much taller. And for God's sake she doesn't look like she's seven, man! With that the mini Ray in his head promptly crossed it's arms and refused to help him anymore. Well, so much for that...
"Yes, Amara," She whispered impatiently (as it was six thirty-eight in the morning and it would not be wise to yell). "Now answer. Who are you?"
He glared at her. Like she didn't know him. He not knowing her, expectable. But an Xavier's student not knowing him? He obvious didn't have the reputation he thought he did. "Ray," The answer was simple yet complex. If he was Ray, why the hell didn't he look like it? She smiled softly as the pain eased. "What'd you do to your hair then?" The suspicious glint in her eyes practically stabbed his heart out of his chest.
"M-my hair?" He stammered after the words registered in his groggy, slowly-working brain. You could take away his dignity, kill his cat, but NO ONE messed with Ray Crisp's hair, dangit! Hand flying to his forehead, he sighed a sigh of relief. It was still there. Bobby hadn't buzzed it off or anything while he was sleeping. Wait--if it wasn't gone, then wha'does she mean?
"The orange?" She prompted, as if reading his thoughts. "Last time I checked, it didn't just wash out," She said haughtily, but the pale white of his face turning into a sick green made the corners of her mouth hurt at the attempt not to smile. Of course. The orange, he thought.
"Wha...what about it?" He didn't really want to know. The orange had practically been his identity since the sixth grade. Take it away now and things wouldn't be the same. Like...well, he didn't have time for those now.
She shook her head, a confused look creasing the edges of her eyes. Slowly, he looked up. Blonde strands hung messily over into his eyes. He would have sat there gaping up at the lack of orange for hours, but a small finger ran it's way down his forearm, bringing him out of his self- pitying, Bobby-killing mindset. "What's this?" She whispered, wrinkling her nose. He looked down to see a long, raised scar reaching from his elbow to the bump of his wrist. As he stared down at it there was a break through in his mind, like a dam had lifted. And at that moment, the water flooded in like a gigantic monsoon. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed, standing with a jolt. He sprinted down the hall, but skidded to a stop half a second after starting, muttered a curse, and ran back to where the dark-headed girl still sat sprawled on the floor. Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her up beside him and (paying no attention to her astonished and confused protests) pulled her down the hall. "What are you doing?!" Doors flew by on either side of the two, and it seemed that Ray had failed to fill her in on the details. Figures, she thought, rolling her eyes.
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RM: So, as stated before, if you've read, review. I hope you liked it, there's definitely more to come
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Sam couldn't sleep. Worse, the other boys in his room were practically unconscious with it. Bobby's snoring was deafening, Roberto was sleep-talking from the far left, and the other two were out cold. Why couldn't morning come already? Looking to the clock on the nightstand beside his bed, it offered no help. 1:21 AM.
"Come on, Tabby...know you...want me...baby..." Sam groaned, smothering his head with the pillow from his bed on an attempt to rid his mind of his friend's dirty dream.
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With a wide yawn, Ray slowly sat up in bed. He was truly only half- awake, but got up nevertheless. Eyes barely opened he made his way across the medium sized room, not aware at any rate the time, and through the opened door; stumbling on the carpet in the hallway. Light was almost non- existent as shadows claimed the small passage.
Maybe I could get good food this time before everyone else takes it all, he thought sluggishly, if Bobby doesn't get there before me...
Suddenly he was hit front on by something, smacking back down on the floor before he could blink. Pain was second thought after confusion.
"What the...?!" He shook his head a couple of times to clear the grogginess and stop the throbbing. Now he was fully awake. Sitting up with much effort, his vision swirled for a split second. Huge, scared brown eyes met his through the haze as he focused. Dark hair swished down from her shoulder as she pushed herself up on an elbow.
"Are you crazy?" She hissed, rubbing her temples. This was not exactly what he wanted to hear from her at the moment, as he didn't know who she was. He stared at her hard. Something familiar, yet...not.
"Who're you?" He questioned.
"Amara Aquilla, who are YOU?" She shot convulsively. The boy practically choked on his own tongue.
"Amara?" She couldn't possibly be her, His continuos shouted. Mara's much taller. And for God's sake she doesn't look like she's seven, man! With that the mini Ray in his head promptly crossed it's arms and refused to help him anymore. Well, so much for that...
"Yes, Amara," She whispered impatiently (as it was six thirty-eight in the morning and it would not be wise to yell). "Now answer. Who are you?"
He glared at her. Like she didn't know him. He not knowing her, expectable. But an Xavier's student not knowing him? He obvious didn't have the reputation he thought he did. "Ray," The answer was simple yet complex. If he was Ray, why the hell didn't he look like it? She smiled softly as the pain eased. "What'd you do to your hair then?" The suspicious glint in her eyes practically stabbed his heart out of his chest.
"M-my hair?" He stammered after the words registered in his groggy, slowly-working brain. You could take away his dignity, kill his cat, but NO ONE messed with Ray Crisp's hair, dangit! Hand flying to his forehead, he sighed a sigh of relief. It was still there. Bobby hadn't buzzed it off or anything while he was sleeping. Wait--if it wasn't gone, then wha'does she mean?
"The orange?" She prompted, as if reading his thoughts. "Last time I checked, it didn't just wash out," She said haughtily, but the pale white of his face turning into a sick green made the corners of her mouth hurt at the attempt not to smile. Of course. The orange, he thought.
"Wha...what about it?" He didn't really want to know. The orange had practically been his identity since the sixth grade. Take it away now and things wouldn't be the same. Like...well, he didn't have time for those now.
She shook her head, a confused look creasing the edges of her eyes. Slowly, he looked up. Blonde strands hung messily over into his eyes. He would have sat there gaping up at the lack of orange for hours, but a small finger ran it's way down his forearm, bringing him out of his self- pitying, Bobby-killing mindset. "What's this?" She whispered, wrinkling her nose. He looked down to see a long, raised scar reaching from his elbow to the bump of his wrist. As he stared down at it there was a break through in his mind, like a dam had lifted. And at that moment, the water flooded in like a gigantic monsoon. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed, standing with a jolt. He sprinted down the hall, but skidded to a stop half a second after starting, muttered a curse, and ran back to where the dark-headed girl still sat sprawled on the floor. Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her up beside him and (paying no attention to her astonished and confused protests) pulled her down the hall. "What are you doing?!" Doors flew by on either side of the two, and it seemed that Ray had failed to fill her in on the details. Figures, she thought, rolling her eyes.
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RM: So, as stated before, if you've read, review. I hope you liked it, there's definitely more to come