HARPY BERFDAH TWU / Thursday, April 26, 2007
First things first. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MABEL AND SIIAN (whom i should have gotten a doughnut as a birthday present instead of brownies). It's a double score for the darn councillor-- a supposedly significant birthday(sixteen always is) and a *#&% gold with honours for dance SYF. I'm jealous. Mabel, on the other hand, faces exams and a rehersal. hurhurhurhur...
We had our compo midyear exams today, and i dare say it should be almost a norm that the characters we come up with die by the end of the essay. It's... a requirement, almost. And i do wonder how many of these emo compos the old geezers will have to mark; what would they feel when reading these depressing stories? enough to jump off a building? XD
my evilness knows no bounds.
And for the first time in i-don't-know-how-long, i'm finally home before 5pm. now that there's no more practice, i feel... free. hopefully i won't feel empty. well, this coming from a person who almost cried when playing the SYF songs for the last time (and boy was that totally emotional)...
HAH. i'll be fineeeeeee... after the midyears. darn.
Oreos.
“Come on, what don’t you like here? Tell me and I’ll—I’ll fix it, Cloud.” Anything.
“Yeah, guess I’ve let this go on longer than decent.” He let out a sigh. He rubbed the back of his head until the hair bristled. “See, well, I—” He winced. “Tifa?”
Her hands were clasped, her shoulders hitching up in girlish anticipation. “Yeah?”
“I’m completely gay, is the thing.”
Two fists shot up. Her mouth fell open. “You what?”
“Ever since I put on that dress—”
“No, no, no.”
“All of these desires in me, springing to the fore. And dancing—so gayly.”
“There’s just no way. See, I’d’ve noticed something so, so—”
“I fought so hard. I found I couldn’t control my pinkie, no matter what I did. It was like it knew before I did, the way it kept turning up all the time.”
“Confused, is all, and I’m sure you’ll realize you’re mistaken, and—”
He tucked his chin behind his collar, not before she caught the flash of a forming grin.
She brought her fist down like a gavel on the mattress. “Not funny!”
The dusty wheezes coming out of him burst into whooping-for-breath laughter.
She boxed him in the upper arm. Hard. “You little creep.”
He was rolling.
~Cloud and Tifa, in God Among the Specimens, a FFVII fanfic
*Flipped!
4/26/2007 05:09:00 PM
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