Summary: Remake of my original story "Bluebells and Lavenders". Drastic change ahead, beware!
"speaking"
'thoughts'
The main characters are in their senior years (grade 12).
A/N: Today's chapter title is by Kelly Clarkson.
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An Ikarishipping Fanfiction
Re: Bluebells and Lavenders
Chapter Twenty
"Since U Been Gone"
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Previously...
"Ugh! You're disgusting!" She piped out. Her hands fell back to her sides and she stormed out of his room.
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"Finally... She's fcking gone..." Paul got out of his bed and sighed. His eyes wandered off to the closed laptop that laid on the table. He knew he probably shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. He made his way over to the sleeping laptop and stared at it as he sat in the chair. His fingers brushed the cover and idly played with the gap that separates the monitor to the keyboard.
He shook his head and pushed himself away from the laptop. Paul took this chance to close the door so he could really be alone without anyone interrupting him.
"I need to listen to music..." He said to himself. The young man went over to his radio and turned the dial to the channel he wanted. He flicked the 'on' button and music was blaring out of the speakers. "Perfect."
He went to his night stand, picked up his book and flopped back onto his bed; his back pressed against the cold dry wall.
As the advertisements on the radio ended, the song that played caught Paul's attention away from the book he had in his hands. He put the bookmark onto the page he was at and set it back on the night stand. Paul listened attentively to the music and the lyrics of said song. What scared him the most was how the beginning was oddly how he felt with his breakup with Salvia. Of course, this entire feeling about his ex should stop sooner or later, but the feelings he had for her lingers in him still. The song entered it's chorus and that's where the similarities stopped.
"Yeah... I don't think I'm movin' on just yet..." He muttered. The song continued as is. Paul ended up lying back on his bed. It felt like hours upon hours as he laid there listening to some person named Kelly something singing a song that pretty much tells the story of his life in a nutshell (the first half, anyways).
The song ended and it soon transitioned into another song. His fingers twitched, aching to do something. His eyes glanced to his laptop every now and then; soon, he gave into temptation and logged on.
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Twas eight o'clock already in the Shinji household. Paul faced his brother and their new guest during dinner, but he hasn't said a word. This worried Reggie greatly.
Paul had sat very still. Not a shift to the right or a scoot to the left.
"Is everything alright, Paul?" Reggie asked. His eyes glued onto his brother as he watched to get a reaction from him. Anything would be better than the Paul he saw in front of him.
"Hnn..." Was all Paul said.
"You're so moody."
'Oh, just shut the fck up, Troublesome. You don't know what the fck I'm going through right now. You fcking invaded my home – a place where I can get away from all you fcktards at school. It already sucks that we're fcking partners in projects and I have to see you and shit. But now I have to come home to your fcking face for a week? Fck you. Fck your mom. Fck everything in my life.' Paul's eyes darkened. A shadow loomed around his eyes. His shoulders were so tense, that it merely seemed relaxed to an outsider.
"Paul... Are you going to continue being so mopey and stuff?" Their guest asked.
He wanted to punch her in the face. The hand that had rested on his lap clutched a good amount of fabric of his pants. He felt his nicely cut nails dig into his palms. Though he thought it would be a wiser choice to ignore her and finish up dinner. The points of his forks scraped across the porcelain plate as he gathered up the remaining bits of rice scattered around. The sound was just as bad as nails on the chalkboard – but that didn't bother him. It only calmed him down.
He lifted his plate and pushed the little portion of rice into his mouth. He pushed his chair back and he walked over to the kitchen sink, carefully placing the plate and fork into the stainless tub before he turned the faucet on. The water rushed out and landed onto the plate with a rush.
"Thank you for the mean." Was all he said before he retreated back to his room.
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A/N: This is the last chapter in Paul's POV... Sad faaaccceee. But don't worry. I will make sure to change the perspective every now and then, ha ha.
I wonder what got him so tensed up. What on earth did he see when he went on the computer?
-EPRika-