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After catching Astrid’s nod, Mike returned one with a smirk.
“Living large.” He commented as he knew Alexander Hall was one of the nicer places to stay. [i]At least she had somewhere nice to go home to.[/i] Mike raised an eyebrow at her sigh and groan. He glanced at Astrid putting her hands to her head. [i]Killer headache too. Man, I don’t miss that at all.[/i] Mike was glad to be high off of the dab Floyd had offered him, but also felt for Astrid . Well this is before the weird stuff started happening. It started with the temperature in the vehicle. Mike gradually felt himself getting warming, but it wasn’t something he was worried about. He figured he probably had the fan on a bit too high. Mike turned the knob to the left to minimize the output. “Huh?” Mike let out as he heard something from Astrid, but couldn’t make sense of it. Then she rolled the window down. [i]Maybe it really is hot…[/i] Mike turned the knob for temperature all the way to the left. He figured he was helping, but then he faintly heard her tell him to pull over. “Uh…” Mike looked to his passenger and quickly pulled into the parking garage that was besides Alexander Hall. Not only did he get the girl out of the sun, but he could stop without significantly holding up traffic. He parked on the second level in the first open spot he saw. “Fuck!”
Unfortunately, Mike was too late as he saw Astrid with her head out the window. [i]How long has she been doing that?![/i] He thought as he opened up his door and jogged around the backside of his car to the passenger side. Mike didn’t even bother taking the key out the ignition. He thought she had been throwing up at first, but she was just sweating… a lot. His face crinkled in a tinge of disgust before quickly shaking it off.
“Astrid! Hey what’s going on?!” Mike asked in panic. He went to place the back of his hand against her forehead, but jerked back at how hot her skin was. “Shit… I… I gotta call 911.” Mike said as he grabbed his cell phone and dialed. “Are you kidding me?!” He yelled as he looked down at his phone that had no reception in the parking garage. He looked to Astrid again who was still surprisingly conscious.
Mike almost smirked upon hearing Astrid’s thoughts. He could already tell that she wasn’t like many of the girls he’s run into. Her personality could only be described as sharp to him. He didn’t think in the smart way, but in the “don’t mess with this chick or you’re in for a rude awakening” way. That’s probably why he wasn’t too surprised when she declined his offer. Her rolled up the window and got ready to drive off, but he saw her stop in her tracks. Mike raised a brow as he wondered what she could be thinking. Then he realized Why wonder, when I can find out? He focused on her, before flinching back in his seat.
Her thoughts were different. Instead of a sound or dialogue this time, there were images that flashed violently through her mind. The images of the flames and explosion reminded him of what went on this morning, which made him look her over again. Was she there? He tried to make sense of them, but they appeared too fast and wild for him. If anything, it was bringing back his headache from earlier today. He’d need to smoke again.
If her thoughts hadn’t stopped him, he would have driven off, but they conveniently stopped him long enough for the female to change her mind and hop in the passenger’s seat. Mike looked at Astrid, who chose to look towards the window. He’d seen something like this before. It happened to a lot of guys that had seen combat back in his unit when he served for the United States Army. Post traumatic stress disorder came in many ugly forms, and Mike hated how nasty it could change a person. This wasn’t making any sense though. She looked like she took the explosion head on, but it’s only her clothes that look in bad shape.
“By the way, I’m Mike. You okay? What happened to you? How did you not get burned…? I mean… Shit, never mind.” Mike asked softly in order to be sensitive about what was going on, but he messed up by saying the glimpses of what he saw in her mind. He lowered his music down to the point where it might as well be off and finally took his foot off the brake to let his vehicle roll slowly down the street. “And where am I headed? Alexander Hall?” Alexander Hall was the closest dorms in the direction she had been walking. He was also trying to take her mind off of what he had just said.
Her thoughts were different. Instead of a sound or dialogue this time, there were images that flashed violently through her mind. The images of the flames and explosion reminded him of what went on this morning, which made him look her over again. Was she there? He tried to make sense of them, but they appeared too fast and wild for him. If anything, it was bringing back his headache from earlier today. He’d need to smoke again.
If her thoughts hadn’t stopped him, he would have driven off, but they conveniently stopped him long enough for the female to change her mind and hop in the passenger’s seat. Mike looked at Astrid, who chose to look towards the window. He’d seen something like this before. It happened to a lot of guys that had seen combat back in his unit when he served for the United States Army. Post traumatic stress disorder came in many ugly forms, and Mike hated how nasty it could change a person. This wasn’t making any sense though. She looked like she took the explosion head on, but it’s only her clothes that look in bad shape.
“By the way, I’m Mike. You okay? What happened to you? How did you not get burned…? I mean… Shit, never mind.” Mike asked softly in order to be sensitive about what was going on, but he messed up by saying the glimpses of what he saw in her mind. He lowered his music down to the point where it might as well be off and finally took his foot off the brake to let his vehicle roll slowly down the street. “And where am I headed? Alexander Hall?” Alexander Hall was the closest dorms in the direction she had been walking. He was also trying to take her mind off of what he had just said.
Mike stared at his pants for about a minute before looking around to see if anything else in the room was bugging out. Am I that high? Damn, I’m never doing this shit again. Just plain old green from now on. Mike thought as he stepped off of his bed and quickly reached for his pants. The pants shot up into his hand, startling him again. He managed to grab them tight this time. Mike was never one to be scared of things, but he’d watched too many exorcism and ghost movies to not be freaked out by something that literally always happened in every single one of them. Maybe it’s me? He thought as he set his pants on his bed and looked over his hands. It wasn’t that absurd considering the mind reading and the shit Floyd was able to do.
“Hmm…” Mike pulled his phone from his pocket and then tossed his pants across the room. The pants flopped across to Floyd’s side of the room. He then reached his free hand out. “Come ‘ere!” He said one of Trey Songz favorite lines. The pants slid across `the floor before flying up into his hands. “Shit…” He said before chuckling. “This is awesome.” He said with a smirk. “Telepathy and telekinesis… Can this get any better?”
Moments later, Mike was in his black Honda Civic, driving to the radio station. In his car, he had T.G.I.F. by Kid Cudi playing. Though the song wasn’t about Friday, it was a perfect song for how he felt. He bopped his head to the music happily before seeing a girl walking down the sidewalk with what looked like a blanket covering her. Mike raised an eyebrow as he eased on the breaks and lowered his window. As he pulled over beside her, he turned down his music. It was obvious he wanted to talk to her.
“Hey!” He tried to get her attention. “Need a ride?” Mike offered with a concerned look on his face. Mike had always been one those Good Samaritan types, but he was also curious about her appearance. He thought he recognized her too. “It’s way better than walking in that.” Mike insisted before focusing a bit. He looked like he was trying to size her up, but he was really trying to see what she was thinking.
“Hmm…” Mike pulled his phone from his pocket and then tossed his pants across the room. The pants flopped across to Floyd’s side of the room. He then reached his free hand out. “Come ‘ere!” He said one of Trey Songz favorite lines. The pants slid across `the floor before flying up into his hands. “Shit…” He said before chuckling. “This is awesome.” He said with a smirk. “Telepathy and telekinesis… Can this get any better?”
Moments later, Mike was in his black Honda Civic, driving to the radio station. In his car, he had T.G.I.F. by Kid Cudi playing. Though the song wasn’t about Friday, it was a perfect song for how he felt. He bopped his head to the music happily before seeing a girl walking down the sidewalk with what looked like a blanket covering her. Mike raised an eyebrow as he eased on the breaks and lowered his window. As he pulled over beside her, he turned down his music. It was obvious he wanted to talk to her.
“Hey!” He tried to get her attention. “Need a ride?” Mike offered with a concerned look on his face. Mike had always been one those Good Samaritan types, but he was also curious about her appearance. He thought he recognized her too. “It’s way better than walking in that.” Mike insisted before focusing a bit. He looked like he was trying to size her up, but he was really trying to see what she was thinking.
Vartas you are accepted. Keep Calm. Post on!
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Damn… Mike thought after having a good time with Cynthia. Mike was now lying on his bed with his comforter partially covering his body. He had been zoning out towards the ceiling for a while until his eyes fell on Cynthia who was getting herself dressed. Mike didn’t last as long as he usually did, thanks to being the highest he’s ever been in his life. He wasn’t mad though, because it felt a lot better. Quality over quantity, right? Then again, just to make sure, he focused on her.
“Amazing… Next time I want him when he’s not so drugged up.” Cynthia’s thought made Mike smirk.
“What are you doing now?” Mike asked.
“I’m gonna shower, change, and then class… I know, who sets classes up for Friday?” She said with an unenthused tone. “Anyway, I’m right across the hall if you need anything. See you, Mike.” Cynthia said before walking to the door
“Seeya.” Mike replied before sighing and looking back towards the ceiling. Today started off pretty shitty, but now things were evening out, you know with the reading minds and getting laid bit. He was extremely high, but he knew he had to get a few things done for today. First he needed to get the latest scoop on the current events that have been and are going to happen on campus for his radio show later this afternoon. He established a clever system with the college newspaper, though it wasn’t so smooth. He’d contact an editor of the newspaper and get a quick summary of the current event, but half the time they didn’t pick up or didn’t even remember a quarter of what they edited. Man, they needed some new people, or at least a new person that was reliable. After Mike got that done, he had to make a call to a local night club known as the Attic. It was decently popular, but he did promote for them on Facebook, Twitter, and even on his own radio show to keep the club relevant. Sometimes he filled in as a doorman for the club which only brought him in some extra cash.
Mike looked around for his phone, only to remember that it was in his pants pocket. His pants were three feet from the bed, but it seemed like a mile. Fuck… I don’t want to get up. He thought before sitting up. He got off the bed with a groan. With a hand outreached, towards his pants and his desire to have them in his hand, something miraculous happened. The pants slid across the floor and up to his hand.
“Oh shit!” Mike yelled before slapping the pants down to the floor and jumping back onto his bed with his fists up. That had scared the shit out him, whatever it was.
“Amazing… Next time I want him when he’s not so drugged up.” Cynthia’s thought made Mike smirk.
“What are you doing now?” Mike asked.
“I’m gonna shower, change, and then class… I know, who sets classes up for Friday?” She said with an unenthused tone. “Anyway, I’m right across the hall if you need anything. See you, Mike.” Cynthia said before walking to the door
“Seeya.” Mike replied before sighing and looking back towards the ceiling. Today started off pretty shitty, but now things were evening out, you know with the reading minds and getting laid bit. He was extremely high, but he knew he had to get a few things done for today. First he needed to get the latest scoop on the current events that have been and are going to happen on campus for his radio show later this afternoon. He established a clever system with the college newspaper, though it wasn’t so smooth. He’d contact an editor of the newspaper and get a quick summary of the current event, but half the time they didn’t pick up or didn’t even remember a quarter of what they edited. Man, they needed some new people, or at least a new person that was reliable. After Mike got that done, he had to make a call to a local night club known as the Attic. It was decently popular, but he did promote for them on Facebook, Twitter, and even on his own radio show to keep the club relevant. Sometimes he filled in as a doorman for the club which only brought him in some extra cash.
Mike looked around for his phone, only to remember that it was in his pants pocket. His pants were three feet from the bed, but it seemed like a mile. Fuck… I don’t want to get up. He thought before sitting up. He got off the bed with a groan. With a hand outreached, towards his pants and his desire to have them in his hand, something miraculous happened. The pants slid across the floor and up to his hand.
“Oh shit!” Mike yelled before slapping the pants down to the floor and jumping back onto his bed with his fists up. That had scared the shit out him, whatever it was.
22xander said
Funny Guy did you read my sample piece?
Nah I think you sent that to Chulance.
Skai, put up a CS. A lot of good powers are taken/reserved, but if you need help, PM me.
Mike could have drifted to sleep, but like always, Floyd was screaming about something. Mike looked and caught sight of something shocking. Floyd’s cologne bottle was… falling in slow motion? Mike blinked a bit wondering if it was the dab, but that was just THC and couldn’t have caused any type of hallucination. Floyd caught the bottle before it could hit the ground and set it on the table. This not only made Floyd’s crazy talk seem real, but it also meant Mike could really read minds. It just didn’t make any sense to him. Maybe I’m tripping… Someone laced the weed we used to hot box! But what about this high? Am I high within a trip? Or am I really… What if I do have powers? I’m Matt Parkman… Nah, Mike Parkman… I feel so good right now…
Mike was just staring blankly at the Kid Cudi Man on the Moon II album cover poster up on the wall. He was just thinking to himself, and loving every second of it, until he heard someone else. He could hear a guy talking, or so he thought.
“Damn! I was getting it in HARD last night! Ooh I had the bitch moaning and everything! Like my boy Trey Songz. I had her calling me Trigga, ‘cause I made that body bust! She’ll probably let me hit it tonight too since I was so good. The chemistry was perfect. I think my chem professor would pass me for what happened last night! My bio professor too! Next time, I’m gonna try the magnums out. Then I’ll really…”
Mike grunted as he finally moved. That guy’s voice was annoying. Just like that, it stopped though. Mike could say the guy was being really loud, but his voice was clear as day and it was like he was in the room, venting about his… thoughts of last night. Mike raised an eyebrow before shutting his eyes in an attempt to “hear” more. He tried to tune in, but this time he heard a female voice…
“Oh my god… That had to have been worst sex I’ve ever experienced in my life. I was way too nice… Maybe I shouldn’t have faked it, but I thought it would get better. I should have known as soon as he broke out the Lifestyle condoms. Never fucking him again… I can probably tell him my period started today. That always works. I really need to fuck someone though. You know, I kinda wanna try out a black guy. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m thinking this. After last night, one of those cute guys next door could just say ‘hi’ and I’d fuck them. If only… shit he’s calling me ‘babe’. At least he leaves for class soon...”
A smirk spread across Mike’s face as he rested his head on his pillow. He liked what he was hearing, and if he was going to test Floyd’s theory, why not just say “hi” to some thirsty girl. If I’m tripping and don’t have powers, she’ll just say “hi” back. IF Floyd’s right, and that’s a big IF, then I get laid. Mike thought as he rolled himself off the bed and grabbed a towel and shower slippers. He headed into the shower. He listened more. It was the guy again.
“Alright alright alriiiight! Yeaahhh! She gon’ learn today! She gon’ learn what a long dick is! As soon as I get out of class!”
Mike cracked up laughing in the shower as he listened. It was funny, but being high made it so much funnier. He didn’t even care if they could hear him, especially since they wouldn’t know what he was laughing about.
“Swerrrrve… off your pencil dick…”
After about a half hour of just laughing, Mike finally got himself out of the shower. The sad part was that he really thought he had only spent ten minutes in the bathroom. Mike was sure the guy or boyfriend had left by now. He exited the shower and headed towards his dresser and closet to get some clothes to change into. Clothes felt good on his skin, even if he was just dressed in a t-shirt, basketball shorts, and socks at the moment. He slipped on a pair of sneakers before heading out into the hall. The door slamming behind him startled him a bit, but it also reminded him to lock it too.
With a hum, Mike headed to next door and knocked. It was time to prove Floyd wrong or get laid. The door opened up and there was short Hispanic male staring at Mike. Mike’s eyes widened before shaking his head.
“You need something?” He asked.
“Nah, I… I think I… have the wrong room.” Mike struggled to say as he felt like a stoned fool. Floyd was wrong, and he was tripping on something from last night. Mike drug his feet back to his room before seeing a door swing open from right across the room across the hall from his own. A Caucasian female walked out with a few dollars in hand, looking like she was going to hit one of the vending machines. Her eyes met Mike’s and he knew it was her. “Hey… You’re my neighbor, right?”
“Uhh yeah… I’m Cynthia.” She introduced. Mike moved closers and held out his hand.
“I’m Mike. So uh, what are you up to.” This is definitely not working. Mike nodded toward the money in her hand.
“Just snacks.”
“Really? Hey I got plenty of junk food my mom gave me for my stay here. I don’t ever eat.”
“Ooh can I see what you have?” Cynthia asked happily
“Sure thing” Mike said as he unlocked the door and welcomed Cynthia inside who smiled away from him when she noticed no one else was home. This is working… “Want anything else?” Mike said as he went into desk drawer. And looked at her with a grin.
“Maybe. Depends on what you’re willing to give.” She said before taking a seat on my bed and smiling back.
I can read minds… I CAN FUCKING READ MINDS!
Mike wasted no time as he walked over to his bed. It started with a simple kiss, then making out, and then sex between the sheets. Being high just made this whole moment a thousand times better. What could ruin this?
Mike was just staring blankly at the Kid Cudi Man on the Moon II album cover poster up on the wall. He was just thinking to himself, and loving every second of it, until he heard someone else. He could hear a guy talking, or so he thought.
“Damn! I was getting it in HARD last night! Ooh I had the bitch moaning and everything! Like my boy Trey Songz. I had her calling me Trigga, ‘cause I made that body bust! She’ll probably let me hit it tonight too since I was so good. The chemistry was perfect. I think my chem professor would pass me for what happened last night! My bio professor too! Next time, I’m gonna try the magnums out. Then I’ll really…”
Mike grunted as he finally moved. That guy’s voice was annoying. Just like that, it stopped though. Mike could say the guy was being really loud, but his voice was clear as day and it was like he was in the room, venting about his… thoughts of last night. Mike raised an eyebrow before shutting his eyes in an attempt to “hear” more. He tried to tune in, but this time he heard a female voice…
“Oh my god… That had to have been worst sex I’ve ever experienced in my life. I was way too nice… Maybe I shouldn’t have faked it, but I thought it would get better. I should have known as soon as he broke out the Lifestyle condoms. Never fucking him again… I can probably tell him my period started today. That always works. I really need to fuck someone though. You know, I kinda wanna try out a black guy. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m thinking this. After last night, one of those cute guys next door could just say ‘hi’ and I’d fuck them. If only… shit he’s calling me ‘babe’. At least he leaves for class soon...”
A smirk spread across Mike’s face as he rested his head on his pillow. He liked what he was hearing, and if he was going to test Floyd’s theory, why not just say “hi” to some thirsty girl. If I’m tripping and don’t have powers, she’ll just say “hi” back. IF Floyd’s right, and that’s a big IF, then I get laid. Mike thought as he rolled himself off the bed and grabbed a towel and shower slippers. He headed into the shower. He listened more. It was the guy again.
“Alright alright alriiiight! Yeaahhh! She gon’ learn today! She gon’ learn what a long dick is! As soon as I get out of class!”
Mike cracked up laughing in the shower as he listened. It was funny, but being high made it so much funnier. He didn’t even care if they could hear him, especially since they wouldn’t know what he was laughing about.
“Swerrrrve… off your pencil dick…”
After about a half hour of just laughing, Mike finally got himself out of the shower. The sad part was that he really thought he had only spent ten minutes in the bathroom. Mike was sure the guy or boyfriend had left by now. He exited the shower and headed towards his dresser and closet to get some clothes to change into. Clothes felt good on his skin, even if he was just dressed in a t-shirt, basketball shorts, and socks at the moment. He slipped on a pair of sneakers before heading out into the hall. The door slamming behind him startled him a bit, but it also reminded him to lock it too.
With a hum, Mike headed to next door and knocked. It was time to prove Floyd wrong or get laid. The door opened up and there was short Hispanic male staring at Mike. Mike’s eyes widened before shaking his head.
“You need something?” He asked.
“Nah, I… I think I… have the wrong room.” Mike struggled to say as he felt like a stoned fool. Floyd was wrong, and he was tripping on something from last night. Mike drug his feet back to his room before seeing a door swing open from right across the room across the hall from his own. A Caucasian female walked out with a few dollars in hand, looking like she was going to hit one of the vending machines. Her eyes met Mike’s and he knew it was her. “Hey… You’re my neighbor, right?”
“Uhh yeah… I’m Cynthia.” She introduced. Mike moved closers and held out his hand.
“I’m Mike. So uh, what are you up to.” This is definitely not working. Mike nodded toward the money in her hand.
“Just snacks.”
“Really? Hey I got plenty of junk food my mom gave me for my stay here. I don’t ever eat.”
“Ooh can I see what you have?” Cynthia asked happily
“Sure thing” Mike said as he unlocked the door and welcomed Cynthia inside who smiled away from him when she noticed no one else was home. This is working… “Want anything else?” Mike said as he went into desk drawer. And looked at her with a grin.
“Maybe. Depends on what you’re willing to give.” She said before taking a seat on my bed and smiling back.
I can read minds… I CAN FUCKING READ MINDS!
Mike wasted no time as he walked over to his bed. It started with a simple kiss, then making out, and then sex between the sheets. Being high just made this whole moment a thousand times better. What could ruin this?
Wintergrey, you're in.
**Edit** You're accepted as too, Emma. And nice characters so far Kimono
**Edit** You're accepted as too, Emma. And nice characters so far Kimono
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