One thing! Hi guys. I'm curious where everyone's interest is, in terms of house? Me and Silent are gonna wait to pick a house after we see where all the interest goes, to balance things out. It's ok if you want to hold off from telling, our characters are pretty easy to mold to whichever house, but if you do have an idea we'd love to know.
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The Wicked Queen sits alone on her throne, surrounded by vines and thorns, overseeing the ‘Thunderdome’, where the screams and roars of the bloodthirsty crowd could be heard miles away. Don’t look away! If you do, you might miss something. Gladiators fought under an unrelenting sun with no protection but the weapon of their choice. Their minds were just as much of a battlefield as the dirt under their feet.
Two maidens dressed in extortionate garments matching that of the Queen’s. And yet, they were nowhere near the throne. One with golden locks stood in the crowd surrounded by colors, hiding in plain sight, and the other, hair as rich and dark as soil, was in the cage, standing amongst the chaos and looking straight at the sovereign with a pain-stricken face and seething anger in her gaze. She was near one of the more barbaric fighters, who matched in fire, but she seemed immovable. Stuck in a stalemate. Or maybe she stood there by choice?
In the heart of the storm.
Neither girls had shine in their eyes. Nothing about them shined. Not like a child shines when they innocently play tag and get chased. Not like a parent shines when they watch their child walk for the first time. Not like the Queen shines when it was simply her birthright to shine. She was regal for regaility’s sake. As cruel and obscure as the Wicked was, there was no doubt the scorching sun and her went hand in hand.
But she wasn’t the only one that burned bright...
Two maidens dressed in extortionate garments matching that of the Queen’s. And yet, they were nowhere near the throne. One with golden locks stood in the crowd surrounded by colors, hiding in plain sight, and the other, hair as rich and dark as soil, was in the cage, standing amongst the chaos and looking straight at the sovereign with a pain-stricken face and seething anger in her gaze. She was near one of the more barbaric fighters, who matched in fire, but she seemed immovable. Stuck in a stalemate. Or maybe she stood there by choice?
In the heart of the storm.
Neither girls had shine in their eyes. Nothing about them shined. Not like a child shines when they innocently play tag and get chased. Not like a parent shines when they watch their child walk for the first time. Not like the Queen shines when it was simply her birthright to shine. She was regal for regaility’s sake. As cruel and obscure as the Wicked was, there was no doubt the scorching sun and her went hand in hand.
But she wasn’t the only one that burned bright...
Wait, why did everyone in her fantasy look so familiar? Biting her thumb, as she laid on a chaise lounge chair, Ilyana Powers snapped back to reality, having danced around the animal kingdom that was her school for far too long. It wasn’t even lunch time yet and she’s already had a dozen fantasies. Some having no relation to the other at all. The imagery played out so vividly and she couldn’t help herself. But enough was enough.
This only gave her more questions!
Why do they fight? Why do we watch? Why is there so much pain? Why hasn’t anyone done anything about the tyrannical Queen? “Why do kids care so much about being shiny? What’s so great about being popular?” Rose paused realizing her questions were no longer in her head. Shrugging, she continued to talk out loud what was on her mind, “I guess I can see it making people feel beautiful but mommy and daddy says the most beautiful things can’t be seen, can’t be touched. Beautiful things are felt in the heart. But why do people think being shiny is beautiful?”
Doctor Thomas had to stop and think for a moment about what Rose had asked him. Why do people think being shiny is beautiful? That would have been a good question to ask his wife, once upon a time. He had to ponder for a few moments, before he finally had an answer for her. “I can’t be sure. No one can really be sure about the answer to that question, but I think people just want to be accepted. It’s natural, to want that. People want to be wanted, it’s really just human nature.” The Doctor explained, tapping his chin. “Why do you think people like that so much? You don’t want to be shiny, or popular. Why not?”
“I mean I do, but it’s different… I don’t know how to explain it.” Sitting up, Rose tugged at the ends of her hair, “High school doesn’t seem like… the place? To be spectacular. I’m only sixteen!” If anything, she should enjoy being young, right? “And like…” She stood up and paced around the room, “I have a lot to live up to! My shine has to be mommy and daddy’s level of shine but like it’s got to be my own. I don’t want to feel trapped. Caged. If being popular at school means faking who you are, I don’t want any part of it! I’m happy with people like my brother! A Double is the best. I think the best shine is the shine you give to others, like making people smile. Genuine smiles. Not that fake stuff all the pretty girls do nowadays.” She approached her therapist and pointed her finger at him, “Did you care? About being shiny? What makes you shine?”
Well, that was an easy answer. “Kit and Molly.” Two words, and the answer couldn’t be any truer. Oliver shrugged his shoulders, before he addressed the latter half of her question. “Well, no, I mostly just hung out with Alex and Sully when I was younger — er, those are my two friends. I didn’t really care about being popular because I was having fun. I had a privileged life, though. I think if you can be happy, then that’s what you should do. Everyone should chase what makes them happy, or shiny. If you’re worried about feeling trapped, then you’re right. Don’t shine at school.”
Oliver smiled at her, “by the way, Rose. You shouldn’t compare yourself to your mother and father. You don’t have to be as big as they are, to make them proud.”
Thinking about his words for a second, Rose took out a packet of gum and offered him some, “What if I’m nothing? What if I disappear?” She was always surrounded by extraordinary things, being ordinary seemed like something near impossible for her. What was normal anyways? She knew she could smoke weed and dropout of school and her parents would help her through whatever. Her mother wouldn’t necessarily be stoked about her not getting at least a high school diploma, but she wouldn’t scold her for her decisions either. Learning from her mistakes was important to growing as a person. It’s part of the process of ‘chasing what makes them happy’.
“If that happens, then you get to be something a lot of people would be jealous of: peaceful. Trust me, disappearing isn’t that bad of a reality. You get to be relaxed, and comfortable, and free. There’s no reason to really be anything special. Sure, you can be, but you might not want to be. You might want to be… left alone. And that doesn’t mean you don’t have friends, or family that you’re close with. That just means that you’re not pushed to meet people, and a bunch of random people don’t seek you out. It might be nice.”
Slumping down back on the chair, Rose shoved the rest of her gum in her mouth. The more she ate, the bigger the bubble. It was important. And minty. Trying to chew as politely as possible, but still having a lot of gum in her mouth, she softly said to herself, “Maybe that’s why I like fantasy so much.” And then her thoughts took a 180 and she urgently chirped, “DOC!” Pause. Blow bubble.
Pop!
Okay continue. “How was your first kiss?”
At this, Oliver raised an eyebrow. That was not a question like what Rose usually had in her mind, where did it come from? “Well, it was a little sloppy. It wasn’t perfect, but… I enjoyed it, and it was definitely special. ...why? What’s up, Rose? That’s not something you normally ask...”
Although Rose’s cheek flared, because the thought of her first kiss made her flustered and embarrassed, she kept a serious face, dodging his question(s), “Can you tell me more about it? Like where? Was it with your wife? Was it for fun?”
Oliver had to think, and think hard to bring up such ancient memories. It took him some time, but he eventually recalled it. “It was… at my house, my parents house. Yes, it was with Molly. Uh… I think it’s fair to say it was for fun, looking back. We weren’t serious yet, at that point.”
DOOM.
Rose threw herself on the ground and sprawled out, face buried in the rug. She was just a joke to him! He took away her first kiss because it was for fun and now she had to live with that for the rest of her life. Being a teenager was stupid. “I need weed.” Her voice was muffled due to how she was lying on the ground.
Oliver raised an eyebrow, but laid down on his stomach beside her on the floor, turning his head to face her. “Rose. What happened?” He asked quietly, reaching into his jacket pocket and withdrawing a pre-rolled joint, which he slid toward her.
Oh thank god. She’d wait to smoke it so his office didn’t smell like weed. Doc was her savior. But this was also a trade. He gives her weed, she tells him… more. “SO.” She brought her head up and held the joint in her hand, making sure it didn’t get away, “There’s someone I haven’t talked to in like… years? Outside of class and whatever. It was entirely my choice. I just, I don’t know. Things were changing. Things felt weird. Things weren’t like they use to be. We are two very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very…” Stop stalling. “...very, very, very different people. There was this really big party where I made an awesome food tower with my boy Raf. Well, that’s beside the point. Some girls had asked me to take their picture and that turned into people just coming to me while I’m doing my own thing and asking me to take pictures with their phones. I shoulda’ got paid for that stuff. Like seriously. It was a lot of pictures I took.”
Man, she got easily distracted.
“I’m on the dance floor because I’m super high as a kite and I couldn’t find my friends anywhere. Turns out A Double totally left without me and Raf. Took his girl to Micky D’s. I’m so jealous he went to McDonalds. I could’ve had so much food! Quarter pounder. Fries in shake. SO MUCH FOOD.”
Focus, Rose.
“Okay, okay, so I feel a tap on my shoulder thinking it was like another person wanting me to take their picture. I turn around and the next thing I know I’m kissing a boy. Not just any boy. A boy I used to know! And now I’m super sad because I feel used and abused and taken advantage of because everyone keeps saying kissing is for fun but mommy and daddy kiss because they love each other.” After her words came spilling out, she caught her breath. Her life was OVER!
That was a lot to take in. He had to approach this carefully, to make sure that she didn’t freak out anymore than she already did. “I don’t think you should be sad about that. It sounds kinda exciting. Now, you might be right to feel the way that you feel, but Rose… maybe you should look at it as an exciting experience, instead of something being stolen from you, you know? I get it, you probably had an idea of it being like this perfect experience for you, but, sometimes our fantasies are taken away from us. That doesn’t mean that reality has to be a bad thing, though.”
“But what does it MEAN?” With her free hand, Rose pulled her gum out and twirled it around her finger. Exciting things still have purpose right? People don’t just up and kiss some random girl, do they? But the thing was, she and he… he and her… they KNEW each other.
“It’s really simple. It means that he likes you enough to kiss you.”
Ding. They were out of time.
“Well, until next time, Rose.”
...she still didn’t have peace. It was time to smoke weed. Weed would help for the time being. Picking herself up, she walked to Doc’s garbage and spat out her gum. With conflict still inside her, she shuffled to the door. Before she left, she asked one last thing, “Should I talk to him?” That was a terrifying thought. But maybe it was the only solution on making her feel better.
“Probably.”
Nodding to her therapist, she gave him a hopeful smile, “Thank you for listening to me as much as you do. I got a lot going on… in my head.”
“Anytime! Make sure you take notes, so I know how it goes.” Oliver smiled at Rose, and opened the door for her.
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The library. One of the safest places on campus, but along with safety, there were secrets. Lots and lots of secrets. It was like a double edged sword, because even if it brought a Darling sanctuary, it was also a place where scandalous and dangerous things happened. And yet, Joy didn’t care about any of that. Even if there were days she did get in on the ‘scoop’ or spot something she probably shouldn’t have seen, she wasn’t one to brag about someone else’s business. At the moment, she was preoccupied putting away books and listening to Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars, which her uncle played all the time, for as long as she could remember. With all the school drama happening, it was nice to get away from all that and more.
Be in her own world.
Before the morning show, she wanted to talk to Damian about what happened the night of the party since she couldn’t remember a thing, like was she even still a virgin? The morning after consisted of her rushing home, not really seeking answers until today. Classic Joy. However, once the morning show happened, Joy was genuinely worried about her friend. Finding answers could wait. Unfortunately catching him free wasn’t an easy task, she spent most of the morning trying to find an opportunity to talk to him and never finding an opening. Everyone felt superbad for him and weren’t afraid to show it. By now, maybe he thought people were pitying him too much? She didn’t know.
Regardless, here she was, going through row after row of neatly lined up books, rolling down the aisles with no care but herself. Just her, her cart of books, and music. Joy was dancing, twirling, and putting the books away based on the colour coded dots on the spine, the alphabet letter they started with, and obviously, the genre. This song was her jam.
Almost turning into the fantasy aisle, Joy subconsciously and nervously stopped when she saw Damian holding The Hobbit and trying to put away the book himself. Rather than the logical thing and go down the aisle to say hi, she left her cart at the end of the aisle and scurried down the neighboring one, to the left.
What was she doing? Wasn’t this her chance to talk to him? Why did she stop working...?
Just like the room in its entirety, the bookcase was basic, worn down, but still held history, integrity, and comfort. Besides the super computers, the library was one of the more ancient rooms for the sake of ‘design’, with scratches still on the wood and the architecture screaming early ‘2000s’. As quiet as a mouse, she went to the spot she assumed Damian was and pulled a book off the shelf so she can see him (or well his back). Could she get an idea of how he was feeling from a distance? Why was she nervous? Using the opening in the bookshelf like a peephole, she watched the ex-captain of the football team in silence, all the while her phone was still playing Jericho’s Favorites in her ears. The song playing now? Immortals by Fall Out Boy.
Damian was currently experiencing the worst day of his life. He wasn’t sure that he could sink any lower than this? There would be nothing good to happen to him, his life was all downhill from here. All he had left was muscular arms and a charming smile and money from his parents and a dog. They’d taken football from him, and they’d sent him to detention and they’d punished him by forcing him to join the dance committee.
His life was over. It wouldn’t get better than this! It surely couldn’t. All this for a party, where he didn’t even get laid! Sure, he’d gotten touched a little bit, but Joy had ACTUALLY THROWN UP ON HIM before he’d even gotten his hand all the way up her shirt. Then, the party didn’t even work, and the Weekend Warrior happened…
If Damian ever found out who was in charge of that, he’d slap them around. They were stupid, far too stupid to be in charge of something that so many people read. Did they even pay attention to reality? Their enemy was the SAME PERSON. This entire social ladder thing was bullshit. Damian was at the top of it, for some reason, and he’d planned to use that to his advantage TO GET RID OF IT, but noooo. They went and ruined that too.
Then, on top of that his fucking mother showed up and got on the morning show and SCREECHED to everyone about the end of his life. And today? Today he got his book report back, which he’d done on the Hobbit. And you know what? He got a fucking C+. A C+. Seriously? Now his grade would be dragged down to at least a fucking B+, instead of an A, so he was going to have to desperately try and fix that before the year ended or he was FUCKED.
Why did he even try? Honestly. Maybe death was the best option after all… He had to call Ender. Ender would know what to say, probably. So would Dad, but his mom was right! Dad was gonna beat his fucking ass. Damian went to shove the Hobbit on the shelf, and when he did so… he slammed too hard.
Sometimes, Damian forgot his own strength. With the slam of the hardcover book on the cheap, wooden shelf, Damian shattered it. “Motherfucker.” He hissed, as the books fell to the ground in front of him.
Oh! This was her chance. She wanted to let out a eep when he almost knocked over an entire bookcase, but luckily it was just the books that fell and a shelf that would require a repair job. An entire bookcase tumbling would cause other bookcases to tumble and that would be a bitch to explain to Ms. Perrywinkle. Like a ninja, making sure no other person, particularly of the female race, made their way to help Damian, Joy tiptoed to the other side and found herself on her knees helping him pick up the books, “I can take care of this.” She slid a book toward her pile.
“No, it’s fine, I got it.” Damian hissed rather harshly, not entirely seeing who it was. He stacked up a few of the books before he looked up and his face softened slightly, and he let out a sigh. “Oh, sorry, Joy. I didn’t realize I did that. I broke the shelf,” he said in a positively miserable tone, looking down at the stack of books and putting them aside. Then, Damian just sat down and put his head in his hands. This was it.
Any other girl would’ve probably felt the sting in his tone, but Joy wasn’t like most girls. “I know someone who can fix it. It’ll be like this never happened.” Sitting on her knees, she carefully watched him. He who was dominated by defeat and sadness, very unlike the Damian she knew. What Melody did this morning was a bit uncalled for, but it was Mel… she was one of the most dramatic people Joy has ever been blessed to know. With intention (and slight anxiousness), Joy crawled her way beside him, sat upright, and leaned her head on him, knowing very well of his quirk. He was having a moment, and she didn’t necessarily think it was a bad thing. People were allowed to get sad. Even strong boys like Damian. “Want to talk about it? I understand if you don’t. I’m sure a lot of people have been asking if you’re okay.” When obviously, he was not.
As she leaned against him, Damian froze up and resisted the urge to move away from her, slowly looking up at her. “Hey, uh, Joy. I… I really don’t like being, uh, touched, really.” He explained in a shockingly awkward voice, his eyes shifting around a little bit. He wasn’t used to having to explain this, but here he was. Explaining it. It was one thing to be touched like, sexually. It was another thing to be used as an unwilling pillow.
Lifting her head off him, she glanced up at him and gave him a tender simper, “I know. I remember.” Even after all these years, there were some things that didn’t change, but she got what she wanted with making him uncomfortable. Pushing herself up, leaning her head closer to his, she put his head in her small hands. her dark gaze locking with his light. Perhaps the party ignited something new in Joy, she didn’t know, but she knew what could make him feel better. Friends or more? They’d discuss that later. Her lips brushed against his - roughly, urgently. There was no need to push away, and for once, Joy was one of those individuals creating stories in the library. If there was something Mitty told her, lust and desire could make anyone forget their problems - at least for the moment.
Well, it seemed like it was working! After all, she got off of him… and then she put her hands on his face, and Damian was getting ready to protest while she stared at him. But, he didn’t have a chance to before she stopped him by pushing their lips together, which took away his ability to speak. That was not what he expected, like at all. Damian, for once in his life, was taken off guard. He shifted a little bit, wondering if he should break it, but instead he slid his arms around her, and melted into it. Yeah, Kylie was right. It worked.
Locked in the present. Whatever he was worried about, whatever she was concerned about, evaporated. They had time to kill. It wasn’t like many people ran to the library during the ten minutes given to get from one class to another. She savoured his lips and her breathing quickened, matching his. A kiss like this was like a promise.
A promise of much, much more to come.
Was Joy aware of what her future had in store for her? Absolutely not. His warmth that radiated from his body simply brought her closer in - was it odd that this felt natural to her? This thing called kissing. And she kind of… liked it. A lot. Closing her eyes, seeing only darkness but letting him take the lead, Joy hadn’t realized that she was practically on top of him.
While her eyes were glued shut, Damian’s were wide open… and he may have been the reason she was now ontop of him. Unfortunately, there wasn’t really ten minutes left. Damian had taken his sweet fucking time getting here, and that meant that something was due to end their fun… and it did.
Ringgggg!
The bell rang and Damian broke away, wiping his lips and staring at her for a few seconds, catching his breath. Then, he spoke lightly, “...being touched like that is okay.”
“I like it.” Joy blunty responded and then pulled off him. “We should do it again sometime.” Her eyes rested on him, not unblinking but slowed. Her assured aura had a warm, inviting, and charming effect, as she adjusted her shirt a wee bit. “Like tonight, if you’re free.” Ballsy, Joy.
Was he free? Damian considered it. Not really, he should probably go home so that he could face his mother. BUT, there was one thing his father had always told him: ‘it’s better to ask your mother for forgiveness, than permission.’ So, he’d cross that bridge when he go to it, and he’d just text Trevor later.
“Yep.”
“Good.” Joy was well aware of Damian’s predicament (having seen the morning show). Was this her being selfish? Maybe. Or testing the waters, seeing how far he’d go for her! Only time could tell. After licking the bottom of her lips teasingly, she stood up and smirked, “My place, around eight.” The time she put Lil’ Boss to sleep. With her dismissive words, she lightheartedly shooed him away, “You’re going to be late for class and I have to clean up your mess.”
Damian hopped up to his feet effortlessly, and nodded to Joy, turning to walk away, before he froze as something came to his mind. Turning to look at Joy over his shoulder, he carefully asked. “What about your parents? Do I need to come in through the window? I will, but if I’m coming to make out with you, I definitely don’t want Ender to see me.” Hell no, dude. Jude? Maybe. Ender? No fucking way.
“Date night.” Her parents wouldn't be home until late.
Don't worry, Damian, Joy knew what she was doing.
Be in her own world.
Before the morning show, she wanted to talk to Damian about what happened the night of the party since she couldn’t remember a thing, like was she even still a virgin? The morning after consisted of her rushing home, not really seeking answers until today. Classic Joy. However, once the morning show happened, Joy was genuinely worried about her friend. Finding answers could wait. Unfortunately catching him free wasn’t an easy task, she spent most of the morning trying to find an opportunity to talk to him and never finding an opening. Everyone felt superbad for him and weren’t afraid to show it. By now, maybe he thought people were pitying him too much? She didn’t know.
Regardless, here she was, going through row after row of neatly lined up books, rolling down the aisles with no care but herself. Just her, her cart of books, and music. Joy was dancing, twirling, and putting the books away based on the colour coded dots on the spine, the alphabet letter they started with, and obviously, the genre. This song was her jam.
Almost turning into the fantasy aisle, Joy subconsciously and nervously stopped when she saw Damian holding The Hobbit and trying to put away the book himself. Rather than the logical thing and go down the aisle to say hi, she left her cart at the end of the aisle and scurried down the neighboring one, to the left.
What was she doing? Wasn’t this her chance to talk to him? Why did she stop working...?
Just like the room in its entirety, the bookcase was basic, worn down, but still held history, integrity, and comfort. Besides the super computers, the library was one of the more ancient rooms for the sake of ‘design’, with scratches still on the wood and the architecture screaming early ‘2000s’. As quiet as a mouse, she went to the spot she assumed Damian was and pulled a book off the shelf so she can see him (or well his back). Could she get an idea of how he was feeling from a distance? Why was she nervous? Using the opening in the bookshelf like a peephole, she watched the ex-captain of the football team in silence, all the while her phone was still playing Jericho’s Favorites in her ears. The song playing now? Immortals by Fall Out Boy.
Damian was currently experiencing the worst day of his life. He wasn’t sure that he could sink any lower than this? There would be nothing good to happen to him, his life was all downhill from here. All he had left was muscular arms and a charming smile and money from his parents and a dog. They’d taken football from him, and they’d sent him to detention and they’d punished him by forcing him to join the dance committee.
His life was over. It wouldn’t get better than this! It surely couldn’t. All this for a party, where he didn’t even get laid! Sure, he’d gotten touched a little bit, but Joy had ACTUALLY THROWN UP ON HIM before he’d even gotten his hand all the way up her shirt. Then, the party didn’t even work, and the Weekend Warrior happened…
If Damian ever found out who was in charge of that, he’d slap them around. They were stupid, far too stupid to be in charge of something that so many people read. Did they even pay attention to reality? Their enemy was the SAME PERSON. This entire social ladder thing was bullshit. Damian was at the top of it, for some reason, and he’d planned to use that to his advantage TO GET RID OF IT, but noooo. They went and ruined that too.
Then, on top of that his fucking mother showed up and got on the morning show and SCREECHED to everyone about the end of his life. And today? Today he got his book report back, which he’d done on the Hobbit. And you know what? He got a fucking C+. A C+. Seriously? Now his grade would be dragged down to at least a fucking B+, instead of an A, so he was going to have to desperately try and fix that before the year ended or he was FUCKED.
Why did he even try? Honestly. Maybe death was the best option after all… He had to call Ender. Ender would know what to say, probably. So would Dad, but his mom was right! Dad was gonna beat his fucking ass. Damian went to shove the Hobbit on the shelf, and when he did so… he slammed too hard.
Sometimes, Damian forgot his own strength. With the slam of the hardcover book on the cheap, wooden shelf, Damian shattered it. “Motherfucker.” He hissed, as the books fell to the ground in front of him.
Oh! This was her chance. She wanted to let out a eep when he almost knocked over an entire bookcase, but luckily it was just the books that fell and a shelf that would require a repair job. An entire bookcase tumbling would cause other bookcases to tumble and that would be a bitch to explain to Ms. Perrywinkle. Like a ninja, making sure no other person, particularly of the female race, made their way to help Damian, Joy tiptoed to the other side and found herself on her knees helping him pick up the books, “I can take care of this.” She slid a book toward her pile.
“No, it’s fine, I got it.” Damian hissed rather harshly, not entirely seeing who it was. He stacked up a few of the books before he looked up and his face softened slightly, and he let out a sigh. “Oh, sorry, Joy. I didn’t realize I did that. I broke the shelf,” he said in a positively miserable tone, looking down at the stack of books and putting them aside. Then, Damian just sat down and put his head in his hands. This was it.
Any other girl would’ve probably felt the sting in his tone, but Joy wasn’t like most girls. “I know someone who can fix it. It’ll be like this never happened.” Sitting on her knees, she carefully watched him. He who was dominated by defeat and sadness, very unlike the Damian she knew. What Melody did this morning was a bit uncalled for, but it was Mel… she was one of the most dramatic people Joy has ever been blessed to know. With intention (and slight anxiousness), Joy crawled her way beside him, sat upright, and leaned her head on him, knowing very well of his quirk. He was having a moment, and she didn’t necessarily think it was a bad thing. People were allowed to get sad. Even strong boys like Damian. “Want to talk about it? I understand if you don’t. I’m sure a lot of people have been asking if you’re okay.” When obviously, he was not.
As she leaned against him, Damian froze up and resisted the urge to move away from her, slowly looking up at her. “Hey, uh, Joy. I… I really don’t like being, uh, touched, really.” He explained in a shockingly awkward voice, his eyes shifting around a little bit. He wasn’t used to having to explain this, but here he was. Explaining it. It was one thing to be touched like, sexually. It was another thing to be used as an unwilling pillow.
Lifting her head off him, she glanced up at him and gave him a tender simper, “I know. I remember.” Even after all these years, there were some things that didn’t change, but she got what she wanted with making him uncomfortable. Pushing herself up, leaning her head closer to his, she put his head in her small hands. her dark gaze locking with his light. Perhaps the party ignited something new in Joy, she didn’t know, but she knew what could make him feel better. Friends or more? They’d discuss that later. Her lips brushed against his - roughly, urgently. There was no need to push away, and for once, Joy was one of those individuals creating stories in the library. If there was something Mitty told her, lust and desire could make anyone forget their problems - at least for the moment.
Well, it seemed like it was working! After all, she got off of him… and then she put her hands on his face, and Damian was getting ready to protest while she stared at him. But, he didn’t have a chance to before she stopped him by pushing their lips together, which took away his ability to speak. That was not what he expected, like at all. Damian, for once in his life, was taken off guard. He shifted a little bit, wondering if he should break it, but instead he slid his arms around her, and melted into it. Yeah, Kylie was right. It worked.
Locked in the present. Whatever he was worried about, whatever she was concerned about, evaporated. They had time to kill. It wasn’t like many people ran to the library during the ten minutes given to get from one class to another. She savoured his lips and her breathing quickened, matching his. A kiss like this was like a promise.
A promise of much, much more to come.
Was Joy aware of what her future had in store for her? Absolutely not. His warmth that radiated from his body simply brought her closer in - was it odd that this felt natural to her? This thing called kissing. And she kind of… liked it. A lot. Closing her eyes, seeing only darkness but letting him take the lead, Joy hadn’t realized that she was practically on top of him.
While her eyes were glued shut, Damian’s were wide open… and he may have been the reason she was now ontop of him. Unfortunately, there wasn’t really ten minutes left. Damian had taken his sweet fucking time getting here, and that meant that something was due to end their fun… and it did.
Ringgggg!
The bell rang and Damian broke away, wiping his lips and staring at her for a few seconds, catching his breath. Then, he spoke lightly, “...being touched like that is okay.”
“I like it.” Joy blunty responded and then pulled off him. “We should do it again sometime.” Her eyes rested on him, not unblinking but slowed. Her assured aura had a warm, inviting, and charming effect, as she adjusted her shirt a wee bit. “Like tonight, if you’re free.” Ballsy, Joy.
Was he free? Damian considered it. Not really, he should probably go home so that he could face his mother. BUT, there was one thing his father had always told him: ‘it’s better to ask your mother for forgiveness, than permission.’ So, he’d cross that bridge when he go to it, and he’d just text Trevor later.
“Yep.”
“Good.” Joy was well aware of Damian’s predicament (having seen the morning show). Was this her being selfish? Maybe. Or testing the waters, seeing how far he’d go for her! Only time could tell. After licking the bottom of her lips teasingly, she stood up and smirked, “My place, around eight.” The time she put Lil’ Boss to sleep. With her dismissive words, she lightheartedly shooed him away, “You’re going to be late for class and I have to clean up your mess.”
Damian hopped up to his feet effortlessly, and nodded to Joy, turning to walk away, before he froze as something came to his mind. Turning to look at Joy over his shoulder, he carefully asked. “What about your parents? Do I need to come in through the window? I will, but if I’m coming to make out with you, I definitely don’t want Ender to see me.” Hell no, dude. Jude? Maybe. Ender? No fucking way.
“Date night.” Her parents wouldn't be home until late.
Don't worry, Damian, Joy knew what she was doing.
@AimeChambers I'd have to refresh myself on what we wrote. I'd be down. And also, I'm always busy, but I'll make time because Jem is actually one of my favorite boys lol
we honestly can just like... write in this thread and pick up where we left off, unless ya'll want to start from scratch
we honestly can just like... write in this thread and pick up where we left off, unless ya'll want to start from scratch
Once upon a time, a few days ago, I was at a large festival, where ladies and gents of all types gathered…
Ilyana Powers was mentally freaking out, although she looked absent minded as ever, internally she was dying (perhaps it was the forgotten weed on her nightstand). She couldn’t focus on writing, on brainstorming for her dream spectacular. She couldn’t focus on drawing, on her sketches for the spring fashion show, like who was even going to be her model? Why was she only allowed to have ONE?! If she could have it her own way, she would want an entire showcase dedicated to her clothes. She couldn’t focus on painting, on her forever mural, which wasn’t even perfect yet! When was she going to finish it? NEVER. She couldn’t focus on her project for photography club, on following the ‘Day in the Life of’ Quincy Hart, her brother’s apple of his eye (that was recently discovered, in poor taste on her brother’s part); Q doesn’t even know Rose wants to basically stalk her and take a bunch pictures. She needed ten photos that spoke volumes, so that required her to fill the entirety of her memory card. She couldn’t focus on her business, you know, her little etsy shop, on making more STUFF so her entire page wasn’t OUT OF STOCK.
All for the sake of revelry. What you were didn’t matter. Elves. Dwarves. Faeries. Nymphs. Werewolves. Vampires. And much, much more…
If you couldn’t tell, her mind was frazzled. Her therapy session with Dr. Oliver Thomas couldn’t come soon enough. Homeroom needed to end yesterday so it could be her free period, which was her first period, where she had a nice, long session with her therapist. Just what she needed. Why was the clock moving so slow? Why was the ticking so loud? Why weren’t people as worried as her as how slow time was moving? Where was the timekeeper when everyone needed her?
I was in his sights, as I squirmed through the sea of creatures, in search for refuge and well, a comfy place to rest…
Hey where did her brother go? Q? Owen? Weren’t they here just a minute ago? Rose urgently looked around the room for A Double. He left her AGAIN. He always LEFT her. After doing her light breathing practices that the Doc told her to do, to slow down her heart when she felt it racing, Rose bit the bottom of her lip.
He got me alone, he found me, pulled me close…
She hadn’t had a decent yoga session because mommy and daddy were in Japan! She couldn’t slip in their bed and sleep between them. No mommy running her fingers through her hair. No daddy reading her stories and keeping both her and mommy in his arms. She needed to video chat them soon. She missed them. A pout surfaced on Rose’s face.
My eyes widened, what did he just do? Why did he just do it? Who did he think he was doing this to?...
Who was here? Was she by herself? Oh! Wyatt! Wyatt was here, who basically lived at her place but didn’t, but was always there, so he did.
Time seemed to freeze. Surprised… confused… embarrassed...
Partly still in her head, Rose grabbed her bag of jellybeans and shaked it in front of Wyatt, spilling candy all over her desk, to get his attention. Her eyes were like a puppy, with hope that her friend could give her mind some kind of solace.
Time began to move again and he went as fast as he came…
“WYYYYYATTTT. I has a question!” Rose chirped.
He was long gone and he was trouble.
Wyatt had found a great deal of interest in the wood grain of the tables after A Double had vacated the room, going after Quincy. Speaking of, when the fuck had that happened? Wyatt had always known they were close, but he never thought they were this close. Why hadn’t A Double told him? Wyatt’s questions were suddenly shooed away by the screech of Rose Powers. He looked up, eyes wide with shock before settling back down.
"Shoot your shot Rosie,” Wyatt said, grinning and leaning back in his chair, resting his feet on the table. "Wyatt the Life Guru is here to answer any and all questions that you may have,” Wyatt said. While he might not be able to solve any of his own problems, he could very well try to solve those of his friends.
And like rapid fire, the questions rushed out of her lips: “Have you been kissed before? Who was your first kiss? Was it a good kiss? Do you like kissing? Shouldn’t kissing be just with family? How is kissing important in anyone’s life? Would you kiss someone right now if you could? Does that mean love? Like the love we have for food? Are there many ways to kiss? What is EVEN a kiss?” After her words came out faster than her thoughts, she caught her breath, looking at Wyatt goggle-eyed. Waiting for his response, she delicately plucked jellybeans off her desk and ate them.
Wyatt grinned as Rose let loose her slew of questions on the finest and most ancient art of kissing. Ohhhh boy, was this gonna be a job. "Okay, let’s see, yes I’ve been kissed before, because I am a fiery casanova. My first kiss was Ophelia Brycen, she was a lot less scary back then, but, I’m not gonna lie, it sucked. Too much teeth. Yes, I like kissing and no it’s not just for family. And, I guess you could say it means you love someone, but it doesn’t have to. Sometimes kissing is just for fun,” Wyatt said, a certain nonchalance to his tone that kept the conversation from being to incredibly uncomfortable. "Why do you ask?”
“Wait. Wait. Wait. You kissed Ophelia!?” This was news to her! “How come? How old were you? How was she like before she became… well, her?” Totally disregarding Wyatt’s last question, not intentional, but because of her squirrel brain, Rose continued asking everything that was on her mind, “Why’d you do it? Kissing can be just ‘for fun’? That’s weird. I always thought kissing was something sacred! How can you kiss someone if there isn’t any feelings behind it? That sounds kind of sad. Have you had sad kisses?” If this was a game, it would be 99 Questions, all directed to Wyatt.
Wyatt’s eyebrows arched in surprise as Rose launched another barrage of questions at him. He was caught a bit off guard but he quickly came back around. "First off, you answered my question with a question, but if you must know, Lia was fun before she...I don’t know, changed?. Of course, this was way back in middle school, but I did it because I liked her. And sure, there’s plenty of people who kiss just for fun, because kissing’s fun. Thankfully, I’ve yet to have any sad kisses,” Wyatt said, grinning and rubbing his half shut eyes. He then cocked his head and gave Rose a quizzical stare. “But seriously, where’s the sudden interest in locking lips coming from? Don’t tell me you’ve got a boyfriend now! Me and Raf can’t be the only ones without someone to mack on!”
Speaking of Raf… Raf had just made a new friend. His name was Jeremy, and Rafael was pretty sure that they were already best friends. Jeremy had cool long hair, Raf had cool long hair. Jeremy wore anime t-shirts, Raf wore anime t-shirts. Jeremy liked Eureka Seven, Raf liked Eureka Seven. It was a friend match made in heaven, as far as Rafael was concerned. They had talked a while throughout homeroom about their similar interests, which led Riff to inviting Jeremy to anime club after school. Now that he had made a new friend, he was sitting at the table with the usual suspects. Rose and Wyatt had been talking something whilst Riff was totally zoned out, drawing patterns on a piece of paper. It wasn’t until he recognized his own name amongst the chatter that he was brought back to reality.
“Huh?” Raf said, looking up from his doodles, clearly lost from the conversation at present.
“I do not have a boyfriend!” Rose realized her voice went up an octave and with that realization, her cheeks were kissed pink. Defending her innocence, she leaned in toward her boys and whispered, “I do not have a boyfriend, I swear. I-was-just-curious-why-can’t-i-ask-questions?-i-know-nothing-about-kissing-i-just-wanted-to-know.”
Wyatt put his hands up in mock surrender at Rose’s earnest defense of her virtue. He leaned over to Raf, and filled him in on everything he’d missed while taking a trip to the moon and back. “Rose is suddenly very interested in kissing, but apparently it’s not because she has a boyfriend,” Wyatt explained, his disbelief clear in his tone. “Rose, if you want to know so much about kissing, just kiss someone. That’s what I do. Well, not with kissing, but with everything else.”
“Yeah, Rosa, just kiss someone.” Riff agreed with Wyatt after being caught up with the discussion, and then he nodded his head. Rose was really pretty, she could probably kiss anyone that she wanted. And lots of people probably want to kiss her, too. Raf would. “Why, you like someone? Do you waaaannt to kiss them?” The long-haired boy grinned at his friend teasingly.
Just kiss someone. How could she respond to that? She couldn’t kiss them, they were like brothers to her and that would be weird. And she couldn’t kiss a certain someone because he stole her first kiss! That was not okay. It didn’t matter how close they were at one point in time. Things were different now. They were different now. There was only one way to respond to a situation like this. “Oh look at the time!” Hastily jumping up from her seat, a mess of jelly beans still on her desk, Rose grabbed her bag and RAN AWAY. “Gotta’ see the Doc! Bye guyssss.”
“Ms. Powers, where are you-- oh nevermind.” Mrs. Winship didn’t even bother stopping her student, especially that student, from leaving the room. Rose was usually all over the place, thinking about so many things at once, to the point that her head felt like exploding. Plus, it was Monday, which meant Ilyana had therapy. Something Mrs. Winship was well aware of.
“Oh…” Rafael said quietly, staring after his blonde friend as she practically flew out of her chair and out the door. He looked over to Wyatt guiltily, “Did I say something wrong?”
Wyatt watched as Rose bolted, and then turned to Raf and shrugged. “Y’know Raf, I don’t know if I’ll ever totally understand that girl,” he said, before reaching into his backpack and pulling out a sealed bag of nacho cheese Doritos, poppin them open and offering some to Raf. “Want some?”
@alexfangtalon for the sake of you having something to read, i put the ooc stuff back up
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@AimeChambers man, that could of been great but i think i made it too big. I SHIPPED MY BOY WITH FAB'S NILES SO HARD (@Fabricant451)
(I do miss that rp lol)
(I do miss that rp lol)
@AimeChambers likewise, just know my schedule is kinda hectic so my writing time is limited. So if I do join, I won't be nearly as active as I was the first time around.
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