This story is inspired by a sudden surge of sadness. Viewer discretion is advised. (As it always is)
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----Amber’s Eyes----
I can’t help but feeling somehow… worried. Sure, Cherie is a close friend. I mean, when you’re roommates with someone, you’re bound to be close. I just can’t believe she just took him like that. I mean, he’s so innocent! She just wants pleasure. I should’ve known, when it comes to Cherie’s hormones, there’s no control. I suddenly realized I’m not so much mad at Cherie, as I am worried about Art.
I blushed at that.
Alright Amber. Calm down. You can make it, she has to drag a guy around and you can just run. In your pajamas, without undergarments. Ok. Maybe I can’t catch up to her. No Amber! That doesn’t mean you can’t try.
*DING*
Here I come Art.
----Cherie’s Eyes----
“Damn this guy is lighter than I thought!” I shouted. He really is! I can’t believe I can really piggyback this fellow. He looked so heavy. I guess he has the Semi-tall but Very-light kind of physique. So, what else have I failed to notice about this little fellow? I would’ve slept with this guy, but then Amber would hate me and he seems important to her. Oh! What about a girlfriend? It’d be sad if he had a girlfriend. Then again, that just means more drama and competition!
After some walking, I reached at room 211.
I guess there’s his stop. His face is STILL cute even when he’s passed out. He’s going to have one huge headache when he wakes up. Man, how I wish I could do this fellow. Oh well, maybe a kiss to the forehead will help it heal. As I lean down to kiss his head, he smiled. It was the purest, warmest smile I have ever seen. I feel sorry for stealing this fellows’ 1st kiss. I think it should have been Amber’s. Then again, there’s a big chance he’s been kissed before, when you’re someone with his looks. As I walk away, without knowing, I, Andy ‘Cherie’ Lau Yong Zhu whisper to myself;
“I guess Amber wouldn’t mind SOME competition….”
----Our Star Actor----
I opened my eyes to be greeted by a ceiling.
“Bloody hell. What hit me?”
I’m in front of my door? The last I remember I was going to the elevator. Then, then… Nothing. What happened? And what time is it? Forget it. I just want some rest. So I opened the door.
“AAARRRTTTTTT~!!!!” She cried as she was running at me. Typical Que. Manages to make me smile even when I’m sleepy and in pain.
“Que, I’m tired and I really just want to-“ *OOFF* She interrupted me with her tackle.
“Where have you been young man! I have been worried SICK!” She said in that I’m your mom and I’m your lover face. I couldn’t help but laugh at her. “What’s so funny! I’m going to stay on top of you until you tell me.” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Wait, then you’d never tell me. OK. If you’re not going to tell me, I’m going to take your 1st kiss.” I suddenly remember as I was entering Amber’s room, Andy, or ‘Cherie’ as Amber had called her, had kissed me. My 1st kiss was with someone I have no relation to or have any feelings for, someone I have no connection with.
I pushed her off and walked to my room.
“Art? What’s with that face? Everything ok?” She said as she trailed behind me. I ended up slamming the door in her face. “Art! Art answer me!” She screamed while slamming my door. “Art…” She said whilst slumped down on the floor and sat against the door. “What, happened?” She asked, but I barely heard her, for my own sobs were clouding my senses as a slumped against the door…
(Finite)
Nandayo.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
A Not So Ordinary Life - Chapter Three
This story is a compilation of occurrences throughout the week. Most of them happening to my close friends. Reader discretion is advised. (As always)
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“A-a-a-….ART!?!” She shouted at me. Though I wouldn’t blame her, walking in on someone while their naked with their half-naked(and very horny) roommate does require a very big reaction. With my Beanie pulled over my eyes and my head titled upwards, I quickly try to explain, but in the current situation, only gibberish escapes my mouth.
“Art? WOW. This boy's hotter than I thought, even his name turns me on.” I’d rather not describe this part right here. I realized that Amber felt very insecure, so I just started for the door when Amber suddenly darts out to grab my arm with an alarming ‘wait’. With my beanie over my eyes, I couldn’t really see her facial expressions, but by the tone of her voice I could tell she wanted to do some explaining herself.
“Since, it’s clear that you’re not into… well, peeking, I guess I don’t mind staying like this.” I feel her gaze focus completely on me, not knowing when she will put on some clothes, these just increase my distress in the room. She softly lifted the beanie from sheltering my eyes, and assured me I could open them. Slowly, I opened my eyes and watched as she sat there next to, whoever her roommate is, still in that towel. I flushed red when I saw a bit of her cleavage, which made me reluctantly look up at the ceiling.
“He’s so cute like that! Amber, can I have him please? Please!” pleaded the roommate.
“No. Just because you’ve taken the virginity of like, a HUNDRED guys doesn’t mean you can take his. Besides, he’s an old friend. I would never do that to him.” She said, protecting me. I was amazed how matured she acted in a situation like this. Both of us got a sudden shock when she suddenly stormed out of the room in only her lingerie.
“What was that abo- wait! Who is she?” I asked.
“My roommate, her name’s Cherie. Perky isn’t she?” She and I shared a short but warm laugh at that statement. “So….”She continued. “Let me start. How’d you get here? Which school are you going to?”
“Well,” I started, “Let’s just say I had an incident with a certain owner of this apartment building. Since I needed a room, she gave me the very best one. As for school, I’m starting tomorrow.” I left out the school, knowing she’d ask anyway.
“And… The name of the said school?” She asked. I shrugged. “Well, if I told you that, it wouldn’t be fun now, would it?” I say, as I lightly touch her nose.
She turned a bright pink in the cheeks, both of us remembering how that was usually the spot that tickled her the most. “Missed me?” I looked at her in surprise.
“Definitely.” I said firmly.
“By the way, I asked you questions. It should be your turn now. Anything you want to ask me?” I thought about it for a moment. What could I really ask in this situation? There was nothing really significant that I needed to know. It’s not like we had to share our time apart to each other right? Not yet anyway.
“Nope, well, yeah I do actually.” Not knowing why I added that last statement.
“And? What is it?”
“You look as beautiful as ever Amber. I’m glad we could meet again. Let’s get together some other time to catch up some more because I doubt this is the best situation to be confessing stories to each other.” I motioned to her towel. She flushed and frantically looked at the ground, fiddling with her fingers. “It might not mean much to you...” She looked up at me as I started, “But, I value the fact that we’re friends. A lot. Amber…” I move closer to her but she pushes me away. Knowing I shouldn’t have said ‘Amber’ when the talent wore off. I just turned and walked away. I turn back one last time and look at her, that deep, warm gaze staring back at me. I just smiled at her. That was all I could manage without my talent.
As I walked slowly to the elevator; I was bored so I decided to count down the steps to the corner to the elevators’. 18… 10… 6… 4… 2… 1…. And before I knew it I was looking at the ceiling, head throbbing and consciousness slowly fading….
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“Whoa. Art?” I couldn’t believe I actually manage to knock him out with a glass coke bottle. It just slipped from my grip, so when I tried to grab it in midair (all Matrix-Style) I accidentally punch it and send it flying to this unsuspecting guy turning the corner, who turns out to be the guy I just happen to want to sleep with.
He is right there in front of me, and I can do whatever I want with him. Drug him, and bring him to some broom closet or just do it right here. And yet….
It still wouldn’t be right. Intercourse was supposed to be special, even someone like me knows that. Not some One Night Stand, it has to be an action of infatuation over the other counter-part. So I did the only thing I could do. I checked his pockets and found his key card numbered ‘211’. Rich boy, to be living in the grand suite level. So I dragged him over the corner and into the elevator to bring him back to his room.
Just like any other innocent bystander in lingerie would do.
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I saw her drag him past the corner. I mean, how could I leave him just like that? I should have said something. Instead, I just made him angry. Ugh! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! I was chasing her, when the elevator closed. The numbering on the top of the door showed 15… 17… 20… She was going to have him. In HIS OWN ROOM?! I have to stop this. What if that maid of his finds out, or worse… Joins in?!?
I spammed the elevator button so I could go up, but that’s the one downfall of being in a big hotel. The elevators take forever to reach your floor. I had put on a quick night gown before I went out, so running up the stairs was out of the question. I didn’t really know why I wanted to help Art. I mean, he’s a friend, but it’s not like I owe him or anything, Right? But still… My heart beats wildly whenever I see him. I long for him to embrace this… these… feelings I have for him. Why doesn’t he have the same!? It’s like at sometimes, he charms you to no ends but at other times, he just seems so clueless! It’s infuriating!
The Elevator reaches.
I step in, determined to save the guy whom I have longed for all these years.
I guess its love, or jealousy. Whatever it is, I hope I’ll be there for him when he needs me.
(Finished)*Just imagine it’s in some cool language*
Nandayo.
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“A-a-a-….ART!?!” She shouted at me. Though I wouldn’t blame her, walking in on someone while their naked with their half-naked(and very horny) roommate does require a very big reaction. With my Beanie pulled over my eyes and my head titled upwards, I quickly try to explain, but in the current situation, only gibberish escapes my mouth.
“Art? WOW. This boy's hotter than I thought, even his name turns me on.” I’d rather not describe this part right here. I realized that Amber felt very insecure, so I just started for the door when Amber suddenly darts out to grab my arm with an alarming ‘wait’. With my beanie over my eyes, I couldn’t really see her facial expressions, but by the tone of her voice I could tell she wanted to do some explaining herself.
“Since, it’s clear that you’re not into… well, peeking, I guess I don’t mind staying like this.” I feel her gaze focus completely on me, not knowing when she will put on some clothes, these just increase my distress in the room. She softly lifted the beanie from sheltering my eyes, and assured me I could open them. Slowly, I opened my eyes and watched as she sat there next to, whoever her roommate is, still in that towel. I flushed red when I saw a bit of her cleavage, which made me reluctantly look up at the ceiling.
“He’s so cute like that! Amber, can I have him please? Please!” pleaded the roommate.
“No. Just because you’ve taken the virginity of like, a HUNDRED guys doesn’t mean you can take his. Besides, he’s an old friend. I would never do that to him.” She said, protecting me. I was amazed how matured she acted in a situation like this. Both of us got a sudden shock when she suddenly stormed out of the room in only her lingerie.
“What was that abo- wait! Who is she?” I asked.
“My roommate, her name’s Cherie. Perky isn’t she?” She and I shared a short but warm laugh at that statement. “So….”She continued. “Let me start. How’d you get here? Which school are you going to?”
“Well,” I started, “Let’s just say I had an incident with a certain owner of this apartment building. Since I needed a room, she gave me the very best one. As for school, I’m starting tomorrow.” I left out the school, knowing she’d ask anyway.
“And… The name of the said school?” She asked. I shrugged. “Well, if I told you that, it wouldn’t be fun now, would it?” I say, as I lightly touch her nose.
She turned a bright pink in the cheeks, both of us remembering how that was usually the spot that tickled her the most. “Missed me?” I looked at her in surprise.
“Definitely.” I said firmly.
“By the way, I asked you questions. It should be your turn now. Anything you want to ask me?” I thought about it for a moment. What could I really ask in this situation? There was nothing really significant that I needed to know. It’s not like we had to share our time apart to each other right? Not yet anyway.
“Nope, well, yeah I do actually.” Not knowing why I added that last statement.
“And? What is it?”
“You look as beautiful as ever Amber. I’m glad we could meet again. Let’s get together some other time to catch up some more because I doubt this is the best situation to be confessing stories to each other.” I motioned to her towel. She flushed and frantically looked at the ground, fiddling with her fingers. “It might not mean much to you...” She looked up at me as I started, “But, I value the fact that we’re friends. A lot. Amber…” I move closer to her but she pushes me away. Knowing I shouldn’t have said ‘Amber’ when the talent wore off. I just turned and walked away. I turn back one last time and look at her, that deep, warm gaze staring back at me. I just smiled at her. That was all I could manage without my talent.
As I walked slowly to the elevator; I was bored so I decided to count down the steps to the corner to the elevators’. 18… 10… 6… 4… 2… 1…. And before I knew it I was looking at the ceiling, head throbbing and consciousness slowly fading….
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ (Cool Transition time~!)
“Whoa. Art?” I couldn’t believe I actually manage to knock him out with a glass coke bottle. It just slipped from my grip, so when I tried to grab it in midair (all Matrix-Style) I accidentally punch it and send it flying to this unsuspecting guy turning the corner, who turns out to be the guy I just happen to want to sleep with.
He is right there in front of me, and I can do whatever I want with him. Drug him, and bring him to some broom closet or just do it right here. And yet….
It still wouldn’t be right. Intercourse was supposed to be special, even someone like me knows that. Not some One Night Stand, it has to be an action of infatuation over the other counter-part. So I did the only thing I could do. I checked his pockets and found his key card numbered ‘211’. Rich boy, to be living in the grand suite level. So I dragged him over the corner and into the elevator to bring him back to his room.
Just like any other innocent bystander in lingerie would do.
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ (Cool Transition time again~!)
I saw her drag him past the corner. I mean, how could I leave him just like that? I should have said something. Instead, I just made him angry. Ugh! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! I was chasing her, when the elevator closed. The numbering on the top of the door showed 15… 17… 20… She was going to have him. In HIS OWN ROOM?! I have to stop this. What if that maid of his finds out, or worse… Joins in?!?
I spammed the elevator button so I could go up, but that’s the one downfall of being in a big hotel. The elevators take forever to reach your floor. I had put on a quick night gown before I went out, so running up the stairs was out of the question. I didn’t really know why I wanted to help Art. I mean, he’s a friend, but it’s not like I owe him or anything, Right? But still… My heart beats wildly whenever I see him. I long for him to embrace this… these… feelings I have for him. Why doesn’t he have the same!? It’s like at sometimes, he charms you to no ends but at other times, he just seems so clueless! It’s infuriating!
The Elevator reaches.
I step in, determined to save the guy whom I have longed for all these years.
I guess its love, or jealousy. Whatever it is, I hope I’ll be there for him when he needs me.
(Finished)*Just imagine it’s in some cool language*
Nandayo.
A Not So Ordinary Life - Chapter Two
This story is a week’s worth of different experiences and choosing which was suitable for this chapter. Reader discretion is advised. (As usual)
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IT’S AMBER YOU IDIOT!
“A-a-a-…Amber?”
“Art? Is that you? And whose…” I quickly pushes Que off to my side and helped her up.
“She’s my –“I began, to only be cut off by an unfamiliar “GIRLFRIEND!”
I looked at Que in utter awe. She locked her arms around mine and nudged her head onto my shoulder. I must’ve looked surprised and blank at that point because Amber just shot a questioning look at me. I returned the look and Amber quickly got an idea of Que’s little fib.
“Que, could I borrow Art for awhile?” She asked in an attempt to rescue me.
“Only my Artee-Wartee can all me Que!” She shot an angry look at me, but I just looked away to hide my grin. She quickly let go of my arm and extended a hand to Amber.
“Jacqueline. Jacqueline Leticia Manon, or Que for….” She stopped as she realized she just told Amber, that Que was NOT my special name for her. Me and Amber shared a nice friendly laugh.
“Fine, Fine. Take him and do with him as you wish, but I’m telling you, If he comes back to the apartment with his virginity gone, I am SO not responsible. You hear me Art?” As he turn, I was already walking away with Amber.
“That boy and his flirtatious attitude.” She flushed angrily at the statement and whispered something under her breath as she walked away. “Annoying”
“Let me start. So, where do you live now and why did you come to Region City?” She asked casually, as though we’ve been talking like this for years.
“I live at a room at the Emblem Hotel; let’s just say I came here by a hand of fate. And you?”
“Emblem Hotel? The fancy one a few blocks down?” She asked with a surprised look.
“Anything you want to add to that?” It was clear on my face that I knew she wasn’t telling me anything. “Oh, Nothing at all.” She did a face that made me feel all warm inside. I shrugged the feeling off as ‘coincidence’. We walked for awhile longer in brief silence when finally decided to break it off.
“Why are you here anyway?” She asked enquiringly. I simply shrugged, at said a simple ‘Que’. She laughed at that. It was a sweet, melodic laugh that swayed me for a bit. As her fit ceased, she continued, “You haven’t changed have you?” I wondered what it meant for a moment. She let me dwell on it for awhile until we reached an elevator. I finally gave in and asked, “Changed how?”
“You know, charming girls and all. Que was gorgeous! You sure have a knack for picking them, just like the old days.” She gave me a sly wink and pushed a paper in my hand as she walked into the elevator. Its closing sound told me that I should find Jacqueline.
“ART!!!!!!!!!!” A loud booming voice came from the second floor. Onlookers were searching frantically for the source of the sound. “Get up here before I pull you up here, silly!” Without the hoarse shouting voice, I could tell Que must’ve have clothes. Sigh. The pattern of searching for clothes, trying them on, Que’s evaluation was pretty boring. Like I said, I wasn’t used to these kinds of things. On our walk home, I after checking the clothes and my empty wallet, I decided to read the paper Amber gave me.
‘147’, and that’s not all, it read; can you guess what this means? You’re smart aren’t you? If you do, I’ll give you a very Special present. It ended with Amber’s signature. “What’s that?” Que asked quizzingly. I just turned away to hide my grin, as I knew exactly what this number meant.
“Not going to help with diner Art?” I shook my head in reply and darted out the room. I was going to wear simple clothing, like I normally do. BUT, Que had to style me just because I said I wanted to walk around the hotel. I wore tight jumpsuit, with some nice urban slacks to go with it. She even insisted on one of those urban beanie caps that covered my hair entirely. So much for that haircut being showed off. I ran to the elevator and pressed down. I lived on floor 21 and was heading for the lobby. At the reception, I inquired about a room ‘147’. “Oh my. Art, wow. I didn’t recognize you like that.Well….” She was starting to turn red. I owe Que a good scolding for delaying this. “Privacy policy says that I can’t tell that information.” She said firmly.
“Oh….. sorry for….d-disturbing.” I was very sad. I didn’t even realize I was talking like that. I pulled down my beanie down over my eyes. I don’t know why I started to tear up a bit there. I walked back to the elevators slowly. Back at my room, I was recalling back what happened. It was just a theory, why would Amber even live here? Must’ve been that damned talent. I decided to go for a shower, when Que barged in the toilet and told me there was a delivery for me. I put on my clothes and went to the door, but all I found was a huge teddy bear. “Que! I think this is for you!” I shouted.
She shouted back “Check the card! I don’t think you’re the handsome idiot time are you?” I looked at the card and it wrote distinctively ‘Art’ outside. So I opened it. It read; ‘I’m sorry I made you make a face like that. I couldn’t bear to just leave you in that state. The resident name is Amber McWilliams. So please, don’t ever make a face like that ever again, okay?’
Sometimes, I just love this talent.
I went to the elevator, pressed 14 and down I went. I rushed to the room that indicated 147. I was about to knock *ignoring the doorbell for some reason* when it just, opened.
Sometimes, I just hate this talent.
“Amber, would you please stop hogging the shower. I have a really cute da-“ A girl appeared in front of me, striped of her clothing. She was wearing only lingerie when she stepped up to me pulled me close to her, and kissed me. My 1st kiss and it’s with a girl I don’t even know. That’s another point for hating this talent. “Screw my date. You’re definitely going to bed with me tonight.” She seemed to be serious. I was hesitating a little. As she lay down on the bed and stretched to a position not worth mentioning, another door opened. “Andy! How many times have I told you, lock this door! Someone could get….” She appeared in the bedroom and saw me pulling down my beanie over my eyes, looking at the ceiling.
She turned all red, realizing I saw her only covered with a towel.
(valmitta)*Finished*
Nandayo.
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IT’S AMBER YOU IDIOT!
“A-a-a-…Amber?”
“Art? Is that you? And whose…” I quickly pushes Que off to my side and helped her up.
“She’s my –“I began, to only be cut off by an unfamiliar “GIRLFRIEND!”
I looked at Que in utter awe. She locked her arms around mine and nudged her head onto my shoulder. I must’ve looked surprised and blank at that point because Amber just shot a questioning look at me. I returned the look and Amber quickly got an idea of Que’s little fib.
“Que, could I borrow Art for awhile?” She asked in an attempt to rescue me.
“Only my Artee-Wartee can all me Que!” She shot an angry look at me, but I just looked away to hide my grin. She quickly let go of my arm and extended a hand to Amber.
“Jacqueline. Jacqueline Leticia Manon, or Que for….” She stopped as she realized she just told Amber, that Que was NOT my special name for her. Me and Amber shared a nice friendly laugh.
“Fine, Fine. Take him and do with him as you wish, but I’m telling you, If he comes back to the apartment with his virginity gone, I am SO not responsible. You hear me Art?” As he turn, I was already walking away with Amber.
“That boy and his flirtatious attitude.” She flushed angrily at the statement and whispered something under her breath as she walked away. “Annoying”
“Let me start. So, where do you live now and why did you come to Region City?” She asked casually, as though we’ve been talking like this for years.
“I live at a room at the Emblem Hotel; let’s just say I came here by a hand of fate. And you?”
“Emblem Hotel? The fancy one a few blocks down?” She asked with a surprised look.
“Anything you want to add to that?” It was clear on my face that I knew she wasn’t telling me anything. “Oh, Nothing at all.” She did a face that made me feel all warm inside. I shrugged the feeling off as ‘coincidence’. We walked for awhile longer in brief silence when finally decided to break it off.
“Why are you here anyway?” She asked enquiringly. I simply shrugged, at said a simple ‘Que’. She laughed at that. It was a sweet, melodic laugh that swayed me for a bit. As her fit ceased, she continued, “You haven’t changed have you?” I wondered what it meant for a moment. She let me dwell on it for awhile until we reached an elevator. I finally gave in and asked, “Changed how?”
“You know, charming girls and all. Que was gorgeous! You sure have a knack for picking them, just like the old days.” She gave me a sly wink and pushed a paper in my hand as she walked into the elevator. Its closing sound told me that I should find Jacqueline.
“ART!!!!!!!!!!” A loud booming voice came from the second floor. Onlookers were searching frantically for the source of the sound. “Get up here before I pull you up here, silly!” Without the hoarse shouting voice, I could tell Que must’ve have clothes. Sigh. The pattern of searching for clothes, trying them on, Que’s evaluation was pretty boring. Like I said, I wasn’t used to these kinds of things. On our walk home, I after checking the clothes and my empty wallet, I decided to read the paper Amber gave me.
‘147’, and that’s not all, it read; can you guess what this means? You’re smart aren’t you? If you do, I’ll give you a very Special present. It ended with Amber’s signature. “What’s that?” Que asked quizzingly. I just turned away to hide my grin, as I knew exactly what this number meant.
“Not going to help with diner Art?” I shook my head in reply and darted out the room. I was going to wear simple clothing, like I normally do. BUT, Que had to style me just because I said I wanted to walk around the hotel. I wore tight jumpsuit, with some nice urban slacks to go with it. She even insisted on one of those urban beanie caps that covered my hair entirely. So much for that haircut being showed off. I ran to the elevator and pressed down. I lived on floor 21 and was heading for the lobby. At the reception, I inquired about a room ‘147’. “Oh my. Art, wow. I didn’t recognize you like that.Well….” She was starting to turn red. I owe Que a good scolding for delaying this. “Privacy policy says that I can’t tell that information.” She said firmly.
“Oh….. sorry for….d-disturbing.” I was very sad. I didn’t even realize I was talking like that. I pulled down my beanie down over my eyes. I don’t know why I started to tear up a bit there. I walked back to the elevators slowly. Back at my room, I was recalling back what happened. It was just a theory, why would Amber even live here? Must’ve been that damned talent. I decided to go for a shower, when Que barged in the toilet and told me there was a delivery for me. I put on my clothes and went to the door, but all I found was a huge teddy bear. “Que! I think this is for you!” I shouted.
She shouted back “Check the card! I don’t think you’re the handsome idiot time are you?” I looked at the card and it wrote distinctively ‘Art’ outside. So I opened it. It read; ‘I’m sorry I made you make a face like that. I couldn’t bear to just leave you in that state. The resident name is Amber McWilliams. So please, don’t ever make a face like that ever again, okay?’
Sometimes, I just love this talent.
I went to the elevator, pressed 14 and down I went. I rushed to the room that indicated 147. I was about to knock *ignoring the doorbell for some reason* when it just, opened.
Sometimes, I just hate this talent.
“Amber, would you please stop hogging the shower. I have a really cute da-“ A girl appeared in front of me, striped of her clothing. She was wearing only lingerie when she stepped up to me pulled me close to her, and kissed me. My 1st kiss and it’s with a girl I don’t even know. That’s another point for hating this talent. “Screw my date. You’re definitely going to bed with me tonight.” She seemed to be serious. I was hesitating a little. As she lay down on the bed and stretched to a position not worth mentioning, another door opened. “Andy! How many times have I told you, lock this door! Someone could get….” She appeared in the bedroom and saw me pulling down my beanie over my eyes, looking at the ceiling.
She turned all red, realizing I saw her only covered with a towel.
(valmitta)*Finished*
Nandayo.
A Not So Ordinary Life - Chapter One
This story was thought up when I was going into a saloon. You’ll be surprised what you can see at a saloon when you look hard enough. Reader discretion is advised (again).
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As the early rays of morning shine through my window, I slowly rise; wiping away the remnants of what was yesterday lay in my eyes. The apartment window that sits there embedded in the wall, as it has been in the time I have stayed here, shows of a horizon, the vast ocean of skyscrapers and intertwining highways and sky trains. I get into my ‘big yet not so big’ toilet for a shower to get ready for school. As I walk from my bed room to the living room outside, furnished with the latest in art and fancy-prancy pompous decorations, Jacqueline; my maid and half-mistress walks out and nags me like she does every morning. She has a porcelain-vase body, her chest just about the right shape, and her behind not sticking out as most women do when wearing tight clothing yet very revealing nonetheless.
“Art! Just because I’m used to seeing you naked doesn’t mean I like it. Now for the love of god! Wrap a towel around that….” She stuttered at the awkwardness of what was supposed to be the last statement. Her face just turned a bit red though. I however, was used to the reaction.
“Jacqueline, if you would be so kind, as to pass me my…” I stopped, as she had already thrown my towel at me and stormed out of the living room into the kitchen, to prepare breakfast as she would every passing day. I just walked casually toward to the shower, not bothering to wrap the towel that was just thrown to me around my… Well you know.
Wonder how I got this fabulously decorated apartment and a gorgeous maid to match? Let’s just say there was an ‘occurrence’ with a certain owner of a long line of apartments, and let’s just leave it at that, shall we?
As I rough up my hair to dry it, and walk out of the shower (towel covering ‘it’) and casually sit on one of the stools surrounding the breakfast table protruding out of the wall. I look up at Jacqueline’s face as pours me some milk, and as her gaze meets mine, she looks away a red mess.
“You know, all you need is a wardrobe change, some moving rubber on that messy crop you call hair, and any girl would fall for you.”
Taken aback by the sudden claim, “What makes you say that?” I ask, more out of surprise than anything.
“The way you look at people, I mean, well...” she stuttered, not understanding what she said. How could she? She doesn’t know anything about my ‘special’ talent.
“Don’t be like that Que. You know me long enough to hold back with the face” I lied, as we had only known each other since I finished junior high last hear. She turns even redder at the mention.
“Que…” she just turned away and started wiping dishes, which were clearly dry. I knew she needed some cheering up from the embarrassment. I mean, it wasn’t even her fault!
“Que!” I shouted in an attempt to startle her. It did the trick; she spun around and nearly dropped the plate, when I held it firm in her hand. As she looked away, I lifted her chin up to meet my gaze, her beautifully shaped, light-blue eyes. She stared deep into my set of light purple eyes, as I stared into hers.
“Que…” I started.
“A-a-a-Art.” She said firmly at the end.
“Tell you what; I’ll make a bet with you.” She slowly pushed me away as I start the conversation.
“What kind?” She was slowly recovering, as I had hoped.
“I’ll do that makeover thing with you and since tomorrows school, we’ll see if the girls keep gaping at me.”
A wide grin spread over her face. “Conditions and Prizes?”
“If less than 50% of the girl population ignores my presence, you win. Otherwise, I win. As for prizes, you decide yours if you win. I’ll decide mine when I win.” I said in a slightly mock tone, but ginning widely as to show no hard feelings.
“You’re on!” As she shook my hand, my towel dropped. Sigh. Back to square one.
As she pushed me into the saloon chair, I was faced with a reflection of myself and an eyeing Jacqueline. The Saloons hairdresser, Miew Miew, Que had called her, has that “Your hairs going to be interesting to fiddle with” look. This just increased my distress. Jacqueline laughed at my displeasure.
“Nice looking boyfriend you got here Que. Mind if I snag him from you?” The saloons occupants were listening intently but doing their best not to show it.
“I told you for the fifth time! Read my lips. He. Is. Not. My. BOYFRIEND!” She was wearing a light pink shirt, with a matching floral skirt just above her knee level.
Miew Miew eyed her up and down then up again. “You dress like your on a date though. Can’t blame me for that.” Que’s face turned away and tried to argue further but Miew Miew just put up a hand for silence, and pointed to my hair.
“Remember Quinn?” Que asked.
“You want HIS hair!?! Now THAT’S a request!” She began spraying my hair with water. Slowly but surely, a hairstyle was being formed. What scared me was that I couldn’t see what style it was until it was finished. She slowly layered my bang then pressed it so it went sideways, but not to the point of an emo hair cut. My overgrown sidebangs were layered slowly to become short but still very thin. Then she might as well have practically layered my whole head as much as I was concerned because in the end, I was left with a very strawy, volume style of hair. It wasn’t as thick as those Asian models you see, but it still wasn’t as short as the models you see in the European part of the world. She then dipped her fingers in what I think is some sort of hair product. I don’t really care for these sort of things. When she was done, my hair looked slightly poofy, yet maintaining its strawy quality.
“Hows that for Quinn?” Miew Miew obviously happy with the work.
“He’s…” She stopped as I smiled at her and she went red again. A customer giggled at that.
As I stood up and paid, I nodded a brief ‘Thank You’ and quickly stepped out. Que put her arm around mind and said in a very perky tone that I have never heard before, “Clothes!”. I was still up in the clouds after the hair cut, so it came as a surprise to me when the escalator came to an end. I stumbled forward I dragged Jacqueline down with and next thing I knew, she was on top of me. I could feel her ‘chest’ on mine, and her heavy breathing on my face. She turned a very pink red then as she tried to stand up, a familiar voice greets us in that awkward (yet sexy) position. I looked up and saw a pair of turquoise panties under a very short skirt.
“Art? That can’t be you, can it?” A set of purple eyes observed us on the ground.
(Parte Uno El Fin)
Nandayo.
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As the early rays of morning shine through my window, I slowly rise; wiping away the remnants of what was yesterday lay in my eyes. The apartment window that sits there embedded in the wall, as it has been in the time I have stayed here, shows of a horizon, the vast ocean of skyscrapers and intertwining highways and sky trains. I get into my ‘big yet not so big’ toilet for a shower to get ready for school. As I walk from my bed room to the living room outside, furnished with the latest in art and fancy-prancy pompous decorations, Jacqueline; my maid and half-mistress walks out and nags me like she does every morning. She has a porcelain-vase body, her chest just about the right shape, and her behind not sticking out as most women do when wearing tight clothing yet very revealing nonetheless.
“Art! Just because I’m used to seeing you naked doesn’t mean I like it. Now for the love of god! Wrap a towel around that….” She stuttered at the awkwardness of what was supposed to be the last statement. Her face just turned a bit red though. I however, was used to the reaction.
“Jacqueline, if you would be so kind, as to pass me my…” I stopped, as she had already thrown my towel at me and stormed out of the living room into the kitchen, to prepare breakfast as she would every passing day. I just walked casually toward to the shower, not bothering to wrap the towel that was just thrown to me around my… Well you know.
Wonder how I got this fabulously decorated apartment and a gorgeous maid to match? Let’s just say there was an ‘occurrence’ with a certain owner of a long line of apartments, and let’s just leave it at that, shall we?
As I rough up my hair to dry it, and walk out of the shower (towel covering ‘it’) and casually sit on one of the stools surrounding the breakfast table protruding out of the wall. I look up at Jacqueline’s face as pours me some milk, and as her gaze meets mine, she looks away a red mess.
“You know, all you need is a wardrobe change, some moving rubber on that messy crop you call hair, and any girl would fall for you.”
Taken aback by the sudden claim, “What makes you say that?” I ask, more out of surprise than anything.
“The way you look at people, I mean, well...” she stuttered, not understanding what she said. How could she? She doesn’t know anything about my ‘special’ talent.
“Don’t be like that Que. You know me long enough to hold back with the face” I lied, as we had only known each other since I finished junior high last hear. She turns even redder at the mention.
“Que…” she just turned away and started wiping dishes, which were clearly dry. I knew she needed some cheering up from the embarrassment. I mean, it wasn’t even her fault!
“Que!” I shouted in an attempt to startle her. It did the trick; she spun around and nearly dropped the plate, when I held it firm in her hand. As she looked away, I lifted her chin up to meet my gaze, her beautifully shaped, light-blue eyes. She stared deep into my set of light purple eyes, as I stared into hers.
“Que…” I started.
“A-a-a-Art.” She said firmly at the end.
“Tell you what; I’ll make a bet with you.” She slowly pushed me away as I start the conversation.
“What kind?” She was slowly recovering, as I had hoped.
“I’ll do that makeover thing with you and since tomorrows school, we’ll see if the girls keep gaping at me.”
A wide grin spread over her face. “Conditions and Prizes?”
“If less than 50% of the girl population ignores my presence, you win. Otherwise, I win. As for prizes, you decide yours if you win. I’ll decide mine when I win.” I said in a slightly mock tone, but ginning widely as to show no hard feelings.
“You’re on!” As she shook my hand, my towel dropped. Sigh. Back to square one.
As she pushed me into the saloon chair, I was faced with a reflection of myself and an eyeing Jacqueline. The Saloons hairdresser, Miew Miew, Que had called her, has that “Your hairs going to be interesting to fiddle with” look. This just increased my distress. Jacqueline laughed at my displeasure.
“Nice looking boyfriend you got here Que. Mind if I snag him from you?” The saloons occupants were listening intently but doing their best not to show it.
“I told you for the fifth time! Read my lips. He. Is. Not. My. BOYFRIEND!” She was wearing a light pink shirt, with a matching floral skirt just above her knee level.
Miew Miew eyed her up and down then up again. “You dress like your on a date though. Can’t blame me for that.” Que’s face turned away and tried to argue further but Miew Miew just put up a hand for silence, and pointed to my hair.
“Remember Quinn?” Que asked.
“You want HIS hair!?! Now THAT’S a request!” She began spraying my hair with water. Slowly but surely, a hairstyle was being formed. What scared me was that I couldn’t see what style it was until it was finished. She slowly layered my bang then pressed it so it went sideways, but not to the point of an emo hair cut. My overgrown sidebangs were layered slowly to become short but still very thin. Then she might as well have practically layered my whole head as much as I was concerned because in the end, I was left with a very strawy, volume style of hair. It wasn’t as thick as those Asian models you see, but it still wasn’t as short as the models you see in the European part of the world. She then dipped her fingers in what I think is some sort of hair product. I don’t really care for these sort of things. When she was done, my hair looked slightly poofy, yet maintaining its strawy quality.
“Hows that for Quinn?” Miew Miew obviously happy with the work.
“He’s…” She stopped as I smiled at her and she went red again. A customer giggled at that.
As I stood up and paid, I nodded a brief ‘Thank You’ and quickly stepped out. Que put her arm around mind and said in a very perky tone that I have never heard before, “Clothes!”. I was still up in the clouds after the hair cut, so it came as a surprise to me when the escalator came to an end. I stumbled forward I dragged Jacqueline down with and next thing I knew, she was on top of me. I could feel her ‘chest’ on mine, and her heavy breathing on my face. She turned a very pink red then as she tried to stand up, a familiar voice greets us in that awkward (yet sexy) position. I looked up and saw a pair of turquoise panties under a very short skirt.
“Art? That can’t be you, can it?” A set of purple eyes observed us on the ground.
(Parte Uno El Fin)
Nandayo.
A Not So Ordinary Life - Prologue
This story was thought up during my trip back to my village. Reader discretion is advised.
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You know sometimes, a romantic situation happens and your heart goes all "Doki - Doki"? Well it isn't just fate. It's a talent. Why do you think when you spam in your head "Talk to me!Talk to me!Talk to me!Talk to me!Talk to me!Talk to me!Talk to me!" your crush just happens to just talk to you? when before he never noticed you? Well like i said, it's a talent. Not everyone has it. But those who do, don't know how to use it.
Well for me it's different.
For me, this talent is uncontrollable. If it wasn't obvious, this means that, well, romantic situations happen to me ALL the time. I can't say that i like it, though, i can't say i don't. But it does make one heck of a story.
My name? Well, you can call me..... Art.
Well, it all started when I was in junior high. I was merely walking up the stairs. Lina (This girl in my class who all the boys kind of have a crush on) was about 8 steps in front of me. By the time she reached the top, she looked out the window for a split second, and that was all it took. The wind blew in through the window and up skirted her. She saw me look, of course. Any NORMAL boy would’ve kept staring, but I’m not normal, AM I? I looked away. I don’t exactly know why, but I did. Her face was all red, and she looked frantically around to check for other onlookers. Then she just came over to me and bowed slightly and apologized.
“Oh, Um.. Sorry!” She blushed as she said it.
“No, no, I’m the one that looked. I should be sorry.”
“But….” Her face all red, slightly panicking.
“If anyone’s to blame, it’s the wind.” I said half-jokingly.
She giggled.
We walked back to class, her face still a red mess. As I opened the door for her, she turned even redder! Her face was completely flushed, and as she entered the class looking everywhere but at me, she tripped. As she fell forward I held my arm out to grab hers, and when I pulled her back in, she landed on my chest looking up at me. As she stared into my eyes, all I could manage was:
“So THIS is what a beautiful girl looks like up close.”
Throughout history everyone was gossiping of how we were walking together into class and how we held each other close. My friend Damien even got a photo of us holding each other.
“This is SO going on my blog” He proclaimed.
All of that didn’t matter, what kept me out of everything were my actions throughout the day. The things I did and said without thinking. Why look away from her panties? Why apologize? Why pull her in when I could’ve just help her stand up? Why say something flirtatious to her?
I was baffled, I couldn’t think straight. By the end of history I thought, ‘Hey, this is probably just a onetime thing. She is TOTALLY out of my league’. Well, you can’t believe how wrong I was. Next period was art, and my name resembling the subject name would make you think, that ironically I suck at art. Nah, in fact, you could say I thought the great Picasso himself!
I went ahead and got myself my art supplies in my art locker. However, when I wanted to start painting I saw Amber and her best friend, Hanae painting away happily. My hand jerked itself all of a sudden and I splashed my paint across the canvas, followed by the crashing of my supplies on the floor. Miss Helen, our art teacher(duh) went berserk.
“Art! Look what you did to our beautiful floor!” The students just laughed at the (not so funny) pun, get it?
I didn’t pay any attention to her though. I was looking straight to the ground, it was the same feeling, the feeling of not thinking and yet knowing what I have to do. I went down on the floor and picked up two brushes and simultaneously painting with both. Who knew I was ambidextrous? It was clear in my head, I knew EXACTLY what to paint. I slowly mixed the spilled colors together, and spoiling more colors when I needed them. Everybody was taken aback, not knowing what I was doing, thinking I was crazy. They slowly retreated to the far edges of the class, thinking I was mad or something. My hand was darting at lightning speed, each stroke slowly completing the painting. When the painting got too big for me to extend my body without smudging the paint, I suddenly got up, took my shoes off, and slumped down on the floor.
I was painting with my body! Let’s see Picasso do THAT! Well, not so much my body, as my knees and arms. I still used the brush however, to refine the paint. My body was just to spread the paint. As I slowly stood up, panting, desperate to just run away, to get away from everyone, knowing the reaction that would come. I had just single handedly used the art rooms floor as a canvas, but what exactly DID I paint? Amber slumped down on the ground, her eyes on the brink of crying. Hanae was gaping in awe, but knelt down to comfort Amber anyway.
I had painted a giant-sized version of Amber and Hanae, Amber’s beautiful purple eyes looking at the ceiling, a similar pair of yellowish golden eyes, belonging to Hanae who is hugging her, both with beautiful (yet stunning) smiles on their faces. They were wearing their school uniform, Hanae slightly revealing her cleavage.
Miss Helen just stood up, and stared in awe.
I was in over my head with compliments from the boys, tease from the girls, and congratulations from the teachers. I mean, the next few days, even more random occurrences’ happened. Me bumping into Hanae, I fell into a bed of flowers, and when I came out, I had a bouquet of flowers in my hand and Amber was standing right in front of me.
So that was the first ever occurrence (or few occurrences’) of my “romance factor”.
I mean, that was in junior high. I’m in my freshman year in high school, who knows what’s in store?
Art.
(End of Prologue)
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You know sometimes, a romantic situation happens and your heart goes all "Doki - Doki"? Well it isn't just fate. It's a talent. Why do you think when you spam in your head "Talk to me!Talk to me!Talk to me!Talk to me!Talk to me!Talk to me!Talk to me!" your crush just happens to just talk to you? when before he never noticed you? Well like i said, it's a talent. Not everyone has it. But those who do, don't know how to use it.
Well for me it's different.
For me, this talent is uncontrollable. If it wasn't obvious, this means that, well, romantic situations happen to me ALL the time. I can't say that i like it, though, i can't say i don't. But it does make one heck of a story.
My name? Well, you can call me..... Art.
Well, it all started when I was in junior high. I was merely walking up the stairs. Lina (This girl in my class who all the boys kind of have a crush on) was about 8 steps in front of me. By the time she reached the top, she looked out the window for a split second, and that was all it took. The wind blew in through the window and up skirted her. She saw me look, of course. Any NORMAL boy would’ve kept staring, but I’m not normal, AM I? I looked away. I don’t exactly know why, but I did. Her face was all red, and she looked frantically around to check for other onlookers. Then she just came over to me and bowed slightly and apologized.
“Oh, Um.. Sorry!” She blushed as she said it.
“No, no, I’m the one that looked. I should be sorry.”
“But….” Her face all red, slightly panicking.
“If anyone’s to blame, it’s the wind.” I said half-jokingly.
She giggled.
We walked back to class, her face still a red mess. As I opened the door for her, she turned even redder! Her face was completely flushed, and as she entered the class looking everywhere but at me, she tripped. As she fell forward I held my arm out to grab hers, and when I pulled her back in, she landed on my chest looking up at me. As she stared into my eyes, all I could manage was:
“So THIS is what a beautiful girl looks like up close.”
Throughout history everyone was gossiping of how we were walking together into class and how we held each other close. My friend Damien even got a photo of us holding each other.
“This is SO going on my blog” He proclaimed.
All of that didn’t matter, what kept me out of everything were my actions throughout the day. The things I did and said without thinking. Why look away from her panties? Why apologize? Why pull her in when I could’ve just help her stand up? Why say something flirtatious to her?
I was baffled, I couldn’t think straight. By the end of history I thought, ‘Hey, this is probably just a onetime thing. She is TOTALLY out of my league’. Well, you can’t believe how wrong I was. Next period was art, and my name resembling the subject name would make you think, that ironically I suck at art. Nah, in fact, you could say I thought the great Picasso himself!
I went ahead and got myself my art supplies in my art locker. However, when I wanted to start painting I saw Amber and her best friend, Hanae painting away happily. My hand jerked itself all of a sudden and I splashed my paint across the canvas, followed by the crashing of my supplies on the floor. Miss Helen, our art teacher(duh) went berserk.
“Art! Look what you did to our beautiful floor!” The students just laughed at the (not so funny) pun, get it?
I didn’t pay any attention to her though. I was looking straight to the ground, it was the same feeling, the feeling of not thinking and yet knowing what I have to do. I went down on the floor and picked up two brushes and simultaneously painting with both. Who knew I was ambidextrous? It was clear in my head, I knew EXACTLY what to paint. I slowly mixed the spilled colors together, and spoiling more colors when I needed them. Everybody was taken aback, not knowing what I was doing, thinking I was crazy. They slowly retreated to the far edges of the class, thinking I was mad or something. My hand was darting at lightning speed, each stroke slowly completing the painting. When the painting got too big for me to extend my body without smudging the paint, I suddenly got up, took my shoes off, and slumped down on the floor.
I was painting with my body! Let’s see Picasso do THAT! Well, not so much my body, as my knees and arms. I still used the brush however, to refine the paint. My body was just to spread the paint. As I slowly stood up, panting, desperate to just run away, to get away from everyone, knowing the reaction that would come. I had just single handedly used the art rooms floor as a canvas, but what exactly DID I paint? Amber slumped down on the ground, her eyes on the brink of crying. Hanae was gaping in awe, but knelt down to comfort Amber anyway.
I had painted a giant-sized version of Amber and Hanae, Amber’s beautiful purple eyes looking at the ceiling, a similar pair of yellowish golden eyes, belonging to Hanae who is hugging her, both with beautiful (yet stunning) smiles on their faces. They were wearing their school uniform, Hanae slightly revealing her cleavage.
Miss Helen just stood up, and stared in awe.
I was in over my head with compliments from the boys, tease from the girls, and congratulations from the teachers. I mean, the next few days, even more random occurrences’ happened. Me bumping into Hanae, I fell into a bed of flowers, and when I came out, I had a bouquet of flowers in my hand and Amber was standing right in front of me.
So that was the first ever occurrence (or few occurrences’) of my “romance factor”.
I mean, that was in junior high. I’m in my freshman year in high school, who knows what’s in store?
Art.
(End of Prologue)
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