A/N: I'm the super updater! Yay! On another note, I would like to take
the time to explain some things. I received a review that I would like to
address. I'm sure everyone has his or her own view of Piccolo and his
character. Some can't see him swearing and some can. I happen to be one
who can see him with that kind of attitude. Just because I make Piccolo
swear does not mean that the whole story is affected. It's pretty easy to
get through Piccolo's dialogue, I think, especially since he and the
boyfriend character are the only ones who really drop f-bombs.
Next, while most women in America do have sex before marriage (which would make my earlier claim that a girl's first is usually her last wrong by statistical standards), people must understand the different niches others grow up in. I am the only one out of my group of friends who has had sex (And yes, this boyfriend figure was my first and it was very special for me at the time. ) but the norm in that group tends to be to wait until marriage. Even our respective families hold this view; so, this POV has stuck with me. Even though the statistics are there in my face, it's easier to associate with what you're used to.
And again, I want everyone to know that although the boyfriend character in this story is still "my" boyfriend in this plot, we are, in reality, no longer together. In fact, a lot of facts in this story are pretty stretched. I am not a second year and I was only together with my boyfriend for about five months; this story implies that "I've" been together with him much longer to symbolize how I felt in those five months. Sometimes I felt like I had been with my boyfriend for years. And yes, I know he was a big ass; that's why the relationship ended.
And now to the update!
My boyfriend's apartment came into view. It loomed there in the darkness, the lights casting an eerie glow all around the complex. I wonder if Piccolo took off to see Jay-chan? I hope he's okay. Usually he yells at me for longer than that and that look on his face.
I lowered my head. I gotta go back home. I can't see my man now; I've got Piccolo on my mind. With a sigh, I turned around and headed back to my apartment.
I'll continue the story now. So, I managed to make it to class about an hour early. I walked into Hunt Hall and sat down on a stray table, pulling out the spiral notebook I kept my lecture notes in. I grabbed up a pen and began doodling to pass the time. Every single picture had some aspect of Piccolo in it. There were little pictures of him as a chibi figure, or me dressed in his fighter gi, or my boyfriend kicking my Piccolo plushy, he never did like Piccolo. Piccolo was most definitely the theme of my sketches and even lecture didn't deter me from my sudden artistic inspiration. By the time I got back from class and home again, six pages of my notebook were all doodles. What's wrong with me? I felt like giggling and my cheeks felt hot.
I could barely insert the key into the keyhole, but I finally got inside. I pranced over to my bedroom door and knocked quietly.
A gruff, "What?" came from behind the closed door. I pushed it open a little and peered inside, smiling at the green man in my chair.
"Hello!"
I received a weird look in return as I entered my room and threw my bag on my bed, following it within seconds. I sighed contentedly as I sank into the covers.
"How's the reading going?"
Piccolo looked at me for a moment before speaking, "Not that bad, but... what's up with this dialogue you have going in your earlier entries? I'll give you an example... This is from October 27th, 2002, entitled 'About Darn Time for an Update!!!':
Piccolo: THROWS A MOCCASSIN AT TIFFY'S HEAD YOU GODDAMN IDIOT! WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU UPDATED THIS THING?!
Gah! dodges flying moccasin I'm sorry! I tried updating last week but the computer deleted my entry... and I was too depressed to redo it... sniffs
Piccolo: WELL I GUESS I SHOULD ASK HOW IB TURNED OUT..."
I blushed profusely and buried my head in my pillow, "Oh that... That was just for entertainment. I did it to make my friends laugh, it had nothing to do with you personally."
"M-hmm..." came his reply. I knew he wasn't buying it and probably thinks I'm a total psycho. Crap.
"So when do you think you'll have this all read by?" was my feeble attempt to save face and keep the conversation going.
"Probably a couple days."
"That's good."
"Yeah. Hey TA?"
"Yes?"
"Could you shut-up so I can read?"
I frowned, "Yes, I can." I leapt off my bed and stormed out into the living room to watch some TV. Stupid jerk.
Whew. Sorry guys, I gotta take a break. It's freakin' freezing out here and I'm almost home! I started to jog, trying to keep the blood flowing in my legs and soon I was at the first stair leading to my apartment. There was a figure in the doorway, his pointed ears and mantle piece making it obvious as to who it was.
"P-Piccolo?"
"Yeah, I decided to come home. Where were you?"
I looked away and began climbing the stairs to my door. "I was going to go see him. I didn't wanna be alone tonight."
Piccolo moved out of my way so I could unlock the door. Once inside, I raced to my bedroom and burrowed under the covers, shivering uncontrollably. The Namek walked in after me and I heard a strange rustling before he placed something over me. I peeked my head out from under the covers and noticed that his cape was spread over me. I looked up at Piccolo. My eyes held a question I could not vocalize, but his held the answer.
"I know it's a bit heavy. It's weighted to help me train and all... but it'll keep you warm. Although it's your fault for going out in this cold weather with a mini skirt and tank top on."
I blushed as I realized how foolish I must have looked out there. No wonder I was so cold!
"Thanks, Piccolo." I settled back down into the warming blankets as Piccolo pulled a chair up to the side of my bed. He straddled the chair backward and rested his arms across the back of it. He sat there for a while just looking at me. I could feel his eyes on me, scanning over the obscure lump that was my body underneath my five large blankets. Something about his presence was really comforting. I felt safe, safer than I ever felt with my boyfriend.
"So... I've been here for about seven months now, TA. I really don't know why you're still with your boyfriend."
I looked up at him and frowned.
"All he seems to do is make you cry or make you really angry. Jay-chan tells me that all you seem to do is talk about him; it's like your own separate life is totally missing. I hate to admit it but the fact that you haven't updated any of your ridicules fan fics or drawn any fan art lately has me a little... well... worried."
He's worried... about me?
"All you really do is hang around your apartment until he calls or comes over. You do go to class, but not nearly as often. Whenever you go out with your friends, he's there taking up all of your time. So what is this guy's redeeming quality again? I'm having trouble seeing it myself."
I sighed and rested my head in my hands, "I love him, Piccolo. I don't know why, but I do."
"You don't know why? Are you even listening to yourself?"
"How can you define love anyway?"
Piccolo snorted, "The hell I know. But from what I've heard and read in you fan fics, love is supposed to make a person cry for a good reason. The pair is supposed to like certain things about each other. Things like... I dunno! Just things! Does this ass have any redeeming things in his personality or actions?"
"He's nice... sometimes. He buys me things—"
"And makes you feel bad about it."
"He makes love with me and it's really special."
Piccolo rolled his eyes, "That kind of act can be intimate with anyone if you know them well enough."
"You have to be in love with them though... Well, that's what I think anyway."
"Exactly! You can be in love with tons of other people!"
I snarled, "No, I can't!"
"Why not, TA?! You've got a lot to offer! Can't you see that?!" He stood up from his chair and stood there straddling it.
I paused before firing another zinger at him. He thinks I have a lot to offer? Did he just give me a compliment? I decided to further the conversation. "I have a lot to offer? Like what?"
"You've got a little knack for writing and your art isn't half bad... You dress well... You're nice to people... Dammit, TA! Just trust me!" A purple hue stained his cheeks and I felt my own begin to burn. He really thinks a lot of me, huh? Wow. I just stayed bundled up in my blankets, soaking in the old, familiar feeling of being appreciated. My God, how I'd forgotten how good it felt to feel like I matter to someone.
Next, while most women in America do have sex before marriage (which would make my earlier claim that a girl's first is usually her last wrong by statistical standards), people must understand the different niches others grow up in. I am the only one out of my group of friends who has had sex (And yes, this boyfriend figure was my first and it was very special for me at the time. ) but the norm in that group tends to be to wait until marriage. Even our respective families hold this view; so, this POV has stuck with me. Even though the statistics are there in my face, it's easier to associate with what you're used to.
And again, I want everyone to know that although the boyfriend character in this story is still "my" boyfriend in this plot, we are, in reality, no longer together. In fact, a lot of facts in this story are pretty stretched. I am not a second year and I was only together with my boyfriend for about five months; this story implies that "I've" been together with him much longer to symbolize how I felt in those five months. Sometimes I felt like I had been with my boyfriend for years. And yes, I know he was a big ass; that's why the relationship ended.
And now to the update!
My boyfriend's apartment came into view. It loomed there in the darkness, the lights casting an eerie glow all around the complex. I wonder if Piccolo took off to see Jay-chan? I hope he's okay. Usually he yells at me for longer than that and that look on his face.
I lowered my head. I gotta go back home. I can't see my man now; I've got Piccolo on my mind. With a sigh, I turned around and headed back to my apartment.
I'll continue the story now. So, I managed to make it to class about an hour early. I walked into Hunt Hall and sat down on a stray table, pulling out the spiral notebook I kept my lecture notes in. I grabbed up a pen and began doodling to pass the time. Every single picture had some aspect of Piccolo in it. There were little pictures of him as a chibi figure, or me dressed in his fighter gi, or my boyfriend kicking my Piccolo plushy, he never did like Piccolo. Piccolo was most definitely the theme of my sketches and even lecture didn't deter me from my sudden artistic inspiration. By the time I got back from class and home again, six pages of my notebook were all doodles. What's wrong with me? I felt like giggling and my cheeks felt hot.
I could barely insert the key into the keyhole, but I finally got inside. I pranced over to my bedroom door and knocked quietly.
A gruff, "What?" came from behind the closed door. I pushed it open a little and peered inside, smiling at the green man in my chair.
"Hello!"
I received a weird look in return as I entered my room and threw my bag on my bed, following it within seconds. I sighed contentedly as I sank into the covers.
"How's the reading going?"
Piccolo looked at me for a moment before speaking, "Not that bad, but... what's up with this dialogue you have going in your earlier entries? I'll give you an example... This is from October 27th, 2002, entitled 'About Darn Time for an Update!!!':
Piccolo: THROWS A MOCCASSIN AT TIFFY'S HEAD YOU GODDAMN IDIOT! WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU UPDATED THIS THING?!
Gah! dodges flying moccasin I'm sorry! I tried updating last week but the computer deleted my entry... and I was too depressed to redo it... sniffs
Piccolo: WELL I GUESS I SHOULD ASK HOW IB TURNED OUT..."
I blushed profusely and buried my head in my pillow, "Oh that... That was just for entertainment. I did it to make my friends laugh, it had nothing to do with you personally."
"M-hmm..." came his reply. I knew he wasn't buying it and probably thinks I'm a total psycho. Crap.
"So when do you think you'll have this all read by?" was my feeble attempt to save face and keep the conversation going.
"Probably a couple days."
"That's good."
"Yeah. Hey TA?"
"Yes?"
"Could you shut-up so I can read?"
I frowned, "Yes, I can." I leapt off my bed and stormed out into the living room to watch some TV. Stupid jerk.
Whew. Sorry guys, I gotta take a break. It's freakin' freezing out here and I'm almost home! I started to jog, trying to keep the blood flowing in my legs and soon I was at the first stair leading to my apartment. There was a figure in the doorway, his pointed ears and mantle piece making it obvious as to who it was.
"P-Piccolo?"
"Yeah, I decided to come home. Where were you?"
I looked away and began climbing the stairs to my door. "I was going to go see him. I didn't wanna be alone tonight."
Piccolo moved out of my way so I could unlock the door. Once inside, I raced to my bedroom and burrowed under the covers, shivering uncontrollably. The Namek walked in after me and I heard a strange rustling before he placed something over me. I peeked my head out from under the covers and noticed that his cape was spread over me. I looked up at Piccolo. My eyes held a question I could not vocalize, but his held the answer.
"I know it's a bit heavy. It's weighted to help me train and all... but it'll keep you warm. Although it's your fault for going out in this cold weather with a mini skirt and tank top on."
I blushed as I realized how foolish I must have looked out there. No wonder I was so cold!
"Thanks, Piccolo." I settled back down into the warming blankets as Piccolo pulled a chair up to the side of my bed. He straddled the chair backward and rested his arms across the back of it. He sat there for a while just looking at me. I could feel his eyes on me, scanning over the obscure lump that was my body underneath my five large blankets. Something about his presence was really comforting. I felt safe, safer than I ever felt with my boyfriend.
"So... I've been here for about seven months now, TA. I really don't know why you're still with your boyfriend."
I looked up at him and frowned.
"All he seems to do is make you cry or make you really angry. Jay-chan tells me that all you seem to do is talk about him; it's like your own separate life is totally missing. I hate to admit it but the fact that you haven't updated any of your ridicules fan fics or drawn any fan art lately has me a little... well... worried."
He's worried... about me?
"All you really do is hang around your apartment until he calls or comes over. You do go to class, but not nearly as often. Whenever you go out with your friends, he's there taking up all of your time. So what is this guy's redeeming quality again? I'm having trouble seeing it myself."
I sighed and rested my head in my hands, "I love him, Piccolo. I don't know why, but I do."
"You don't know why? Are you even listening to yourself?"
"How can you define love anyway?"
Piccolo snorted, "The hell I know. But from what I've heard and read in you fan fics, love is supposed to make a person cry for a good reason. The pair is supposed to like certain things about each other. Things like... I dunno! Just things! Does this ass have any redeeming things in his personality or actions?"
"He's nice... sometimes. He buys me things—"
"And makes you feel bad about it."
"He makes love with me and it's really special."
Piccolo rolled his eyes, "That kind of act can be intimate with anyone if you know them well enough."
"You have to be in love with them though... Well, that's what I think anyway."
"Exactly! You can be in love with tons of other people!"
I snarled, "No, I can't!"
"Why not, TA?! You've got a lot to offer! Can't you see that?!" He stood up from his chair and stood there straddling it.
I paused before firing another zinger at him. He thinks I have a lot to offer? Did he just give me a compliment? I decided to further the conversation. "I have a lot to offer? Like what?"
"You've got a little knack for writing and your art isn't half bad... You dress well... You're nice to people... Dammit, TA! Just trust me!" A purple hue stained his cheeks and I felt my own begin to burn. He really thinks a lot of me, huh? Wow. I just stayed bundled up in my blankets, soaking in the old, familiar feeling of being appreciated. My God, how I'd forgotten how good it felt to feel like I matter to someone.