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Bleeding Tears
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Chapter Five
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Shiryou woke slowly, not exactly sure where she was for a moment, before she realized she was wrapped in someone's arms. Her eyes snapped open to find her head resting on Michael's chest, the rest of her lying half on top of him. Her face felt dry, and a little sticky, as if she'd been crying. Then she suddenly remembered last night, and that she had been crying. And Michael had comforted her. She'd never seen a compassionate version of Mikey before. Then she realized something.
All either of them had on was a nightshirt.
Ry squeaked and bolted up, falling off her bed in her haste. Michael blinked sleepily and sat up, rubbing his eye. "Ry...?"
"You stayed here all night!"
"I've been here four hours, Ry..." Michael murmured, glancing at her alarm clock. "...you screamed at three in the morning..."
Shiryou blinked. "I did? Oh...yeah...who was it that came with you, Mikey?" Michael stared at her. "Mikey?..."
"...I came alone, Ry. No one was with me."
"There was another boy with you!" She stated firmly, frowning.
"No, there wasn't. Steve's over at the training center tonight, Eddie's at a friends house and Emily isn't a guy." Michael frowned. "I'm the only guy in the house, Shiryou. And I know I was alone."
Ry stared at him, before shivering. Michael shook his head, sliding off the bed and leaving the room to go to his own.
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"Poor watcher, did your life flash before your eyes? Cup o' tea, cup o' tea, almost go' shagged, cup o' tea..." (1) Michael smirked, imitating an English accent. Shiryou laughed, having long forgotten the incident hours ago. Spike always was her favorite Buffy (the Vampire slayer) character. She gave him a big smile before taking a bite from her popsicle. Then she squealed something rather incoherent that Michael was pretty sure meant 'brain freeze!'. He laughed as she quickly swallowed, before gribbing her head and rubbing her left eye furiously. Michael smirked, before taking on Stewie Griffin's voice (yes, we all know the maniacal baby...). "Oh look at me, prattling on like a silly little school ghirl...oh, let me give you my email address, its Louise must die—all one word—at yahoo dot com."
Ry snorted, rubbing harder.
"Hello little paper boy, do you like popsicles? Cause I have plenty of popsicles in my basement freezer, peach with creamy cen—"
He was using an old man voice, and was cut off when she burst out laughing, spitting a large chunk of ice cream on the ground.
"MICHAEL! SAVE RY'S SANITY FROM YOUR TWISTED MIND!" Emily yelled from upstairs, having been torn from her studies by Shiryou's shriek of laughter.
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Authoress' Rant
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TR: So that's chapter five. Very short, but...two chapters in one day. My hand hurts worse than a bad fuck. And excuse me while I go puke my dinner because of the damn stomach flu I have.
(1) From the first episode of...season seven. I think. It sounded more like 'Poh poh watchah, didja life flash befo' ya eyes? Cupatee, cupatee, almos' go' shagged, cupatee...' It was hilarious...Spike was talking to Giles after burning a vampire that was strangling the poor guy. (lights cigarette) I did help him. (vampire spontaneously bursts into flames)
...SPIKE IS AWESOME! (laughs psychotically and runs before coming back) And the third quote...well...the first parts from family guy but I decided to add something...hehe.
Cynical.life-
(sniffs) That hurts ;; Damn the pacific ocean for being so hot. The
last time we had a decent amount of snow was two years ago when we
got a freak snow storm, three feet of snow with a five-inch crush of
hail over it. (sighs) And French lessons...oh Ra no. Five years is
enough. Spanish is too close to French. I KNOW ENOUGH OF IT ALREADY
ANYWAY GODDAMMIT! (cough) Sorry. By the way, you—well you—you
know—well...oh God you sound like a kid from my science class.
Poptart, we call him.
...well, I call him Poptard,
but other than that...
You talk just like him. If you were
him, I'd scream here and now. (shudders)
PS- And if you are him...well, you're a retard for not recognizing my net name. It's plastered onto my locker. Yes I know you have no clue what I'm talking about. And if you're not him...well, ignore this.
