there's NO EXCUSE!

noxcuse @ 2006-06-08T14:57:00

2006-06-08T07:02:45Z

Has it been a year already?????????????

I haven't logged in for such a long time!!!!! And well, okay maybe I have but I only lurk - sorry!!!!!!!!

Anyway, I just wanna say (though some already knew it was pretty obvious!!!) - I've stopped writing!!!!!! I lost inspiration and creativity and the will to draw just isn't there anymore but I still love you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If anyone still wanna read any of my old crappy fictions or see and laugh at my crappy drawings, you guys can find it over at xhisxeyelinerx though I don't really bother updating or doing there!!!!!! Hey, do I sound like I'm promoting that - well, I apologise for sounding like a jerk!!!!! Bye bye guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

x Seph x

noxcuse @ 2005-06-27T21:05:00

2005-06-27T13:08:23Z

Hello friends - ~~whaddaya mean you're not my friends~~ - I would like to take this oppotunity to say that I won't be online - or on LJ - too much anymore, therefore, fictions will not be updates and drawings will be burnt into ashes, hahaha!!!!!

But I do have a stupid idea for a new coming fiction entitled "Sk8er Boi VS Emo Boy" ...lame much, i like the plot - self-praise!!!!! sorry bybye!!!!

x Seph x

noxcuse @ 2005-06-07T00:56:00

2005-06-06T17:17:08Z

Skulls!!!!

I want skull pictures!!!!!

This is me "Seph" being retarded and asking for skulls!!!!!

Skulls! Skulls!!!!!!! Skulls!!!!!!!!!!!

Why isn't there the alphabet 'i' in Seph, if so, I can dot the i(s) i my name with little skulls!!!!!!!!!

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Enough with skulls...... heheh nope!!!!

Here are some stuff....that you probably don't care about but i don't either ...hehehhe, drunk:

Who's hand is that, you wonder???? - unfortunately, i'm telling unless you ask, hehehehe...cheeky cheeky....nyahahahhahhha!!!!

and what's that being held by the creepy hands? - a pink highlighter that has been editted with black nail art paint and a pink pen - i dunno....i really have no idea what im trying to say....what's my point!!!!! memememmemeem hyyeheyehe!!!!!!!

So yeah, that's how David's nails are in my crappy fic "Sibling Rivalry" which is currently for sale on eBay daily fictions.....kidding!!!!

x Seph x

noxcuse @ 2005-06-05T15:17:00

2005-06-05T07:22:57Z

I tried going anti-David.

It doesn't really work, I don't know why?

I tried liking Chuck better than David but, no dice...

Yeah, David's cute, hot, funny, bitchy, ADD and has a hell-of-an-attitude but really, it's like ' I like him but I don't and I hate him but I don't' ...- hehe, i dont use the word 'love' on these guys cause i don't wanna sound like an obsessed fangirl - no offence, please!!!!!!

Tried working on a comic strip, almost done but I dumped it, seeing as how i hated it so badly, the drawing sucked and it was supposed to be black and white but seriously, i hated it, so no...comic strip......

I wanna thank Laurewen ( random48 ) for giving the comic strip idea but it just cant work it, it's hard!!!!i need something simpler and chibi-er to draw!!!!!! sorry, i really love your idea but the drawing i did sucked, making it sucked for all!!!!!! sorry!!!!!!!!

noxcuse @ 2005-05-22T22:58:00

2005-05-22T14:59:36Z

I'm thinking bout' making a mini SP comic strip ...but whenever I feel like doing it, the material I need are missing and when I don't feel like doing it, the materials are right under my nose....

Hmmm...Sad...but don't care!!!

This is supposed to be a new fic called "Doll" but it seems retarded and, I freaked out by it... so if ya wanna check it out, go ahead, just don't say I didn't warn ya!!!

Doll

I’m awaked but my eyes are refusing to open and my body is refusing to move only because I’m still in my sleep mode. And if possible, I tried making my mind fall asleep along with my eyes and body – doesn’t make any sense, I know. After a few minutes of stirring on the bed, with my eyes closed but my mind opened, I decided that it was time for me to wake up since my mind is stubborn and doesn’t take my offer to rest more. I cursed my mind but only psychos do that, meaning I’m in that specific category. I didn’t care.

I got up from bed and did the usual things like: head to the bathroom to freshen up, get dress and get ready for school. School - heh, I’m not an adolescent anymore so that word doesn’t mean a thing to me but the word college does. College means you’re no longer an adolescent, you’re no longer looked down upon by adults, you have your license, you can leave the house on your own will and you have your own place to live in. But there are its downfalls as well, such as: you have more work, you have to regain the respect you earned in high school, you need a job to earn some cash since you’re living on your own, you have to do the cleaning and washing and it’s lonely living alone.

After refreshing myself, I released myself from the bathroom and opened the doors of my closet. Searching through piles of clothing hung inside the closet, I looked at the choices of colour that I had to pick from which are mostly black, a few pink, some grey, some white, some tank and more black. I instantly picked the black sleeveless shirt lying beneath all the hung items and tossed it on the bed. Staring blankly at all my hanged clothes, I spotted a black hooded jacket, thinking it matched up with the sleeveless top, I took it off from where it’s been hung and removed it from its hanger before tossing it on the bed.

Now all I needed to complete my morning wear is a pair of pants. I looked deeper into the closet only to realise that I only owned 5 pairs of pants, one black, two faded blue jeans, and two shorts: one black; one brown. Without putting much of a fight, I chose my favourite black pants and tossed it on the bed, together with my shirt and jacket. I took off the shirt I’d worn to sleep and also the tracksuit before moving over to the bed to put on my selection. I slipped into my pants before putting on the sleeveless shirt and coated it with a jacket that I zipped all the way up.

Yet I’m still not ready to leave the house.

I walked over to the dresser to look at myself in the mirror. I saw my reflection and I’m not too thrilled with what I saw. I pulled open a drawer and took out two small packets, one containing a new nose ring and another one, containing a new lip ring. I placed them on the dresser and looked at myself in the mirror again before exchanging my old rings with new ones.

With the new rings inserted gently on my nose and lips, I headed over to the tiny dustbin I had by the dresser and threw the old dirty ones away. Hygiene is important especially if you had a pierced nose, lips and ears. I don’t usually change my earrings except for special occasions or when it was time to get new ones but I do change my nose ring and lip ring weekly. Only because breathing and talking with an overdue ring is unhygienic and disgusting. Who knows what bacteria I could’ve obtained if I kept wearing the same lip ring and nose ring for four years.

On right corner of the dresser table where I left my make-up case, I picked the case up, unzipped it and took out an eyeliner pencil. I popped open its cap before drawing dark lines around my eyes. I blinked several times at the mirror after the eyeliner had been drawn. Knowing that it didn’t look as smudgy as usual, I grinned to myself and adjusted my hair into a proper style that I liked and am used to. When I was done with my appearance, I grabbed my black sling-bag that was lying behind door and left the room, heading to the living room.

I left the house after a few minutes of arguing with the stupid lock on the front door but in the end, I got it open and locked it again when I was out. Living in an apartment all by your lonesome self sucked and I wasn’t exactly friendly with the neighbours around. They’d complain about the loud music coming from my house and also the fact that I was dressed for a funeral. I didn’t need any of those shit from them cause who the hell are they to spit their words in my face?

I’m kind of envious of my friends since they lived under one roof of an apartment that’s a few metres away from the apartment I lived in but I never did let them in on how I felt about it. They invited me to live with them before but I declined because I wasn’t the kind of guy that liked crashing into somebody’s house and being a burden or so whatever. Although that was the truth, I told my friends otherwise. I lied to them about living in an apartment with a non-existent roommate and that the neighbours liked me. Yeah, I know – what a brilliant lie.

After running the stairs, since I never did believe that elevators did Homo sapiens any good, I reached the parking lot and went inside my car, after fussing around with the stupid lock and unlock buttons of the car key. It felt great that I had my own ride, meaning I wouldn’t have to rely on others for a ride to a certain destination, but spending hard earned money to pay for gas sucked. It sucked like hell since I didn’t drive around much yet my fuel’s always decreasing.

On my way to college, I would usually pass this café that had the best coffee ever. And since it was still early, I stopped my car at the parking spot along the pavements and got out of the door, entering the café after that. I pushed the door open making the welcoming bell that was hung above the door jingle. The main reason why some shops had little bells hung above their entrances is to allow the workers to know that there were new customers. Either that or they thought it looked fancy.

There was another more irritating kind of contraption that alerted the workers, which was a little sound box. When you passed the entrance, there’d be this annoying sound; like a beep or some sort that welcomed you and alerted the workers. What made the welcoming bell so much better than the sound box was the fact that the jingling sound that came from a bell wasn’t as ‘eyebrow furrowing’ as the beeping sound that came from a sound box. And to add to that, the sound box beeped even when no one passed by – maybe it could sense ghosts or spirits or something.

“David” a guy at the counter called out to me as he waved his hands, calling me over.

I smiled and nodded, closing the door behind me. As I approached the counter, I noticed that the other customers that were sitting at the tables kept staring at me and whispering to their friends on their left and right. It bothered me but I didn’t give much shit about it. “Hey Jeff” I greeted my friend when I reached the counter, where he pretended that he was jabbing digits into the cashier like a professional.

“So, you want the usual?” he asked, giving me his usual cocky smiles. “Extra sugar, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah, you know me”. It was true, Jeff knew me very well and we’d been friends for quiet a long period. I’d visit him at this café whenever I could which was everyday unless I woke up late and had to rush to college. He’d understand if I didn’t visit him since when college ended, I’d drive straight to this café and apologise to him. I felt sorry for the guy though, the only reason why he’s working full-time at this café is because he got expelled from college, after breaking several tight rules. Poor guy. Yet he seemed so carefree about it. Even if he didn’t have a high education level, I could tell that he’d succeed in whatever he believed in. Damn, that sounded so cheesy.

“Here you go,” he said, passing me my coffee in a takeaway cup. I thanked him and just as I was taking out my wallet from my pocket, Jeff paused me. “ Hey. It’s alright, man”

“But…” I looked at him, knowing there might’ve been a distress look upon my face. “It’s like stealing and…what if your boss finds out?”

“Screw that old bastard” Jeff cussed without a single sign of fear in his voice. “If he asks about it or finds out about it, I’ll just tell him to take it off my pay”. Sometimes, even I feel for Jeff and his daring soul. Honestly, I’d feel better if he didn’t sound so carefree all the time since it’s inhuman for a person to not feel stress or anxious. I guess that’s part of his charms but I don’t get why no one sees him the way I do. People take one look at Jeff and think he’s bad guy just because he was expelled and he has many piecing.

People here are mad. If you pierced an area anywhere but your ears, they’d think you’re a problematic, troubled little rebellion.

“Really Jeff! I can pay for myself,” I cried, taking out the right amount to pay for my coffee. “Here,” I placed the money on the counter. “Don’t give it back,” I warned, narrowing my eyes and gritting my teeth at him. I thought he was going to argue with me since he raised an eyebrow sternly at me but no he didn’t, instead he began chuckling. So badly, that he turned his back on me so he could hide his chuckles. Bad job, Jeff – you suck.

“Shut up!” I yelled, making him stop his foolishness. “I don’t see what’s so funny about it”

“It is,” he said, wiping his eyes. “You should’ve seen your face. Were you trying to look serious or something? Cause that was, so, not convincing!” Jeff commented and accepted the money, putting it into the cashier after jabbing some digits, which I didn’t put much thought into. “So how’re you and your roommate?”

“What roommate?” I asked, blankly. Just as Jeff raised his eyebrow, I realised that he meant the lie I told him and the other guys. I shook my head and pointed at him, laughing with a lack of enthusiasm. “Hah! Got you! Sucker! You should’ve seen the look on your face! Ah, revenge is sweet!” The tone of my voice sounded so facade and I wouldn’t be surprised if Jeff didn’t buy it.

But he did. “ Wow. I fell for it” Jeff admitted, scratching the back of his head. “For a minute there, I really believed that you” he said as he tore the receipt off the cashier and passed it to me. “I even thought that you might’ve been lying t us all awhile about having a roommate”. He said, stepping out of the counter and over to me. “Good one, David.” He laughed, patting me on the back.

I laughed nervously and tried to sound as real as I could. “ Haha, yeah. Thanks” I stuttered, sipping on the coffee.

Seconds after Jeff stopped patting my back, he went back to the counter to arrange something. “David,” I turned to him with half my face hidden behind the takeaway cup. “If that roommate of yours is treating you badly, don’t be afraid to tell me or the rest of the guys. We’re here for you, you know?”

I nodded although I knew I didn’t have a roommate, making it impossible for me to be treated badly by a non-existent person. But I knew he was just looking out for me – what a nice guy, though he likes making fun of me, he’s a pretty nice guy. “I know,” I grinned at him. “You’ve got my back and if there’s anything wrong, I’ll come running to you so make sure you have your arms ready for me when I need them” I teased but I meant it, seriously.

“Let’s be serious for a minute, David”

“That’s unusual!”

“Shut up,” he yelled teasingly. “I mean what I said. You said you and your roommate are really close friends but you guys just met and it’s inhumanly possible for two guys to be close friends after rooming together for a week. If anyone out there threatens or harms you, feel free to introduce them to me and I’ll give them what they deserve” he said proudly, cracking his knuckles and neck. I had to laugh at that since he looked so funny.

“Yes, yes. I promise I will” I laughed. “But Jeff, seriously, I’m fine and I can take good care of myself”

“I don’t believe you” Jeff quipped, eyeing me unsupportively and also making me pout with a remark like that. “You’re lucky I’m not Chuck. You know how the guy would react if he found out you’ve been harmed or anything. He’d drag you all the way to his place and force you to stay until you’re old enough or maybe not – maybe he’d just keep you as his prisoner”

“Chuck wouldn’t keep me,” I told Jeff and he nodded in acknowledgment. “He’d locked me!”

Jeff laughed, shaking his head sideways. “You’re right. He’s such a mother hen. If he was getting married, his wife is so going to play the role of the father or she’d just be the one wearing the pants in the relationship”

“Yeah,” I agreed, resting my elbows on the counter. I looked at the face of the watch that was buckled around Jeff’s wrist and realised that if I didn’t want to be late, I had to leave now. “Oops, I better go now or I’ll be late. See you, dude!” I said, waving and running to the exit of the café. I heard Jeff’s faded voice telling me to look for him if there was anyone harassing me at college and he said something else but I was already out of the café so I couldn’t catch what he said.

I walked over to my car and placed the takeaway cup of coffee on the roof of the car. As I searched my pockets for my car key, my eyes trailed over to the road where there was this old dude trying to cross the busy road. I thought maybe he knew what he was doing but I changed my mind when I saw that he just kept walking, taking his time step by step. I bit my lips in worry when I noticed no one was around to give a damn about the old dude. Then it hit me when I heard a loud honking coming from the left. It was a massive lorry, honking and speeding towards the direction of the old dude.

It was obvious that the lorry wasn’t going to stop for the old dude so I ran over to the road with the old dude’s safety placed on my mind first and my own safety placed second. Not thinking that I could’ve been road-kill or anything, I rushed my way to the old guy and saw the square-shaped bonnet of the lorry getting closer and closer each time I turned to it.

I kept asking myself whether I was going to make it in time or would I be meeting my maker in seconds since I really had no idea what I was doing. When I reached the old guy I was sort of ecstatic but still the old man’s safety was my first priority. I grabbed him by the shoulders and jerked him over to the pavement with my eyes shut tightly, hoping I wouldn’t screw this up. My eyes were closed the whole time after I secured the old man in my arms so if I made it or didn’t make it, I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes, was the middle finger of the lorry driver slowly fading away into the road upfront. The next thing I saw was a crowd gathering around the old guy I just saved and me. I guess I’m not dead yet. The crowd kept fussing about and asking if we were alright and I even heard some saying that they got the lorry’s number plate and were going to tell the police. I felt my heart beating rapidly for the first time and then my mental kicked me and I just realised what I had done.

I turned to my side and saw the old man. He looked at me with wide eyes grabbed my wrists. “ Thank you so much, young man!” he thanked me, gratefully and thankfully as he shook up wrists. “How can I ever repay you, young man? Just tell me? Thank you so much for saving my life”

“It’s not a big deal” I told him and smiled. Suddenly I winced and felt pain in my palms and knees so I turned my hands over, revealing a long fresh cut along both my palms and it was bleeding. “Fuck!” I cussed, eyeing my palms in disgust. I lifted my left knee and saw that the fabric covering my pants had been ripped and there was blood flowing out from my bare skin. I guessed that might’ve gotten that when I jerked the old man over and my knee crashed into the pavement or so I remembered. It hurt like bitch but somehow I felt glad that the old man wasn’t injured or killed by that reckless lorry driver. I hope that asshole dies and burns in Hell along with his fucking lorry.

“Dude, what the fuck? Are you alright?” I heard Jeff’s voice shouting so I looked up but I didn’t see him so I just looked everywhere until my gaze finally caught him pushing through some people. Jeff knelt down to the ground where I sat at in an odd position and asked in a worried tone,“ Are you alright, dude?”

I raised Jeff both my bleeding palms and lifted my bleeding knee a little higher so he could see them. When he got a glimpse at all my injured areas, he nodded and held out his hand to me. I took his hand, our palms touched and it hurt like fucking hell, and he pulled me up from the ground. “Are you alright, David?” he asked again.

I nodded, sweeping dirt off of my clothes and shoulders. “Excluding the injuries, yeah I’m fine”

“Good” Jeff said and then the unexpected happened – Jeff slapped me on the cheek.

I almost fell onto the ground again but I managed to balance myself. As if I wasn’t hurt enough, Jeff’s slap just made me feel worse. I winced again and glared at Jeff with my injured palm on my now hurting cheek. “What the fuck did you do that for, man?!” I cried, narrowing my eyes at him.

Jeff just crossed his arms on his chest and looked me in the eye like it wasn’t his fault – that bastard. “It’s your own fault. You deserved that” I saw the acute fury in his eyes and I had a feeling that I was going to cry but I sucked it in and kept it there. “What the fuck were you thinking, David? Running at a speeding lorry. Are you crazy! Do you want to die that badly?” he shouted in my face and at this point, I heard myself whimpering and so did Jeff.

He sighed exasperatedly and patted my head. “David, David, David” he said, his tone mellowing down. “You know better than to be heroic and saving seniors in distress from evil lorry drivers. You’re no hero. Now tell me, are you okay?” he asked again, pulling me closer with his arm around my shoulders.

I nodded and gazed at the ground where I fell on. I felt weak, only because I just acted like an imitation hero, saved an old guy and now that my friend was yelling at me for acting without thinking, I wanted to bawl my eyes out with tears. I looked up at Jeff, trying to explain why I did that. “It’s just…that guy…he was going to get run down by the lorry and I couldn’t just stand there and do…nothing …Sorry” I stammered and looked down again, knowing that I lost my ability to form proper sentences.

“Don’t sound like a baby. You’re man. And you’ve got balls so use them wisely”

I turned to Jeff, cringing and raising my eyebrows. “What the hell?”

“Just joking, man!” Jeff laughed, punching my lightly in the shoulder. “ Lighten up a bit, you’re a hero”

I shrugged at Jeff and turned to the old man who was now standing beside me. “Are you alright? Sorry if I grabbed you too hard”

The old man smiled. “Yes I am, thanks to you, young man. I’m so thankful for what you’ve done. Is there anyway I can ever repay you for your kindness?”

“You said that already and it’s okay, really. I’m glad to help” I replied him.

“No, I insist. Thank you” the old man said, taking my hand and putting something into my palm. I opened it and saw a silver six-pointed star shaped ornament. I blinked and looked up, wanting to ask the old man what it was for but as soon as I tore my gaze away from the star to look up, he was gone. The old man was nowhere to be found and it wasn’t like he disappeared into the crowd since he was barely standing with them, it’s like he vanished.

I looked around and couldn’t find what I was looking for so I turned to Jeff. “Jeff, where did the old man disappear to?” I asked him, eagerly.

Jeff eyed me oddly. “What old man?”

I blinked. “The old man that I was talking to just a minute ago! The old man that I saved from the lorry! The old man who was standing next to me! Didn’t you see him?” I reminded him as I wailed my hands. Jeff just shrugged and shook his head, looking confuse. Suddenly I felt awkward and gazed at the object he passed to me.

“Who was that mysterious old man?”

***

It was like everyone had forgotten about what just happened. It was like, it never even happened. The speeding lorry, the old man – they just don’t recall anything at all. I kept asking Jeff about it when he walked me back into my car but he just went on saying that he had no idea what I was talking about and that I should stop hallucinating and go see a psychiatrist if I had time. The only prove I had to show that I wasn’t making up stories about the old man was the silver six pointed star shaped ornament but even if I showed this to them, I doubt that they’d believe me.

I reached college late and despite the truth I told, the lecturer punished me by making me stand outside the classroom for two whole hours with handles of buckets filled with water clutched in each hands. That was actually an old brutal Japanese school punishment but who could argue if our lecturer was a strict Japanese lady whom I suspect has a thing for Chuck. By the time class was finished, I had to admit that I did not understand a single shit that came out from the lecturer’s mouth. Since for that whole period, I was busy agonizing over my palms that had long fresh cuts and by making me carry not one but two freaking heavy water-filled buckets just made my injury worst.

“Stay still, moron” Chuck ordered as he placed some sort of healing cream onto the cut of my right palm. The cream was stinging my palm so badly that I felt my feet curling up tightly under my socks and shoes, my eyes were shut so tight that the only way to open them was by force, my nose was wrinkled, my forehead was scrunched and I bit my lips so hard that I had a feeling it was bleeding right before my eyes. When the creaming was done, Seb placed band-aids on my cuts.

“Why does your band-aids have animal pictures on them?” I asked, looking from the funny cartoon pictures of animals on the band-aids Seb offered to the fool that gave them to me.

Seb shrugged and smiled awkwardly before laughing nervously. “The pharmacy by the condominium only sold animal-pictured band-aids so I bought them” he explained, blushing and poking his index fingers against each other.

“Really?” Pat piped up after trying his unstable shoelaces. “I thought you bought those ‘cause you thought plain band-aids sucked and animal-pictured band-aids rocked. Wasn’t that what you said, Seb?” He asked, making everyone around Sebastien eye him accusingly.

“Whatever, I like band-aids with funny animal pictures, do you have a problem with that?” Seb cried, trying to sound tough but sadly, he never did have the talent to pull off a tough-look. He looked too approachable, harmless and helpful so whoever thought otherwise must be a total idiot.

“So tell me David. How exactly did you get these injuries?” Chuck asked, putting more stingy cream on the bruise on my knee. If he had any idea how painful it was to have useless pain-killing cream placed on your bruise, I doubt he’d continue putting it on me. ‘Pain-killing’ my ass, the shit was killing me - I think Chuck got ripped off. “Stop moving, it won’t hurt a bit”

“It hurts, okay!” I yelled through gritted teeth. “Ow. Ow. Ow. Go away, please”

“You’re such a girl, you know that?” Pat teased as he watched me go through the pain like the sadistic fool that he was. “Where’s your dignity as a man?” he added to the insult, punching above his chest to show how tough he was but I hardly gave a damn.

“Shut up Pat!” I whined, trying to kick Patrick with my right leg but it wasn’t long enough to reach him so it barely even hurt him. Why do I feel so hopeless? “I had a hard day okay? I just helped an old guy avoid getting run over by a lorry which was also the cause of my injuries, then I was punished to standing outside the damn class with two fucking water-filled buckets just because I was three goddamn minutes late and now, here you guys are, giving me a hard time. Can’t you be more sympathetic?”

The three of them just stared at me blankly then they stared at each other and shrugged.

“Aw, poor wittle Davey” Patrick cooed, pinching my cheek.

“Ow! Get off!” I slapped Pat’s hand away from my face and pouted. “Stop picking on me, please” I beseeched, looking at the fine work Chuck did to protect my cuts from bacteria but what’s the point since it was infected by bacteria the minute I realised I was injured.

“You saved an old man from getting run down by a lorry?” Chuck asked, looking at me with raised eyebrows. “You’re not making this up just to please us are you?”

“It’s the truth, goddamn it. Why doesn’t anyone believe me?” I asked no one in particular but as long as they heard me, it meant I was asking them. “I really did save an old guy. I ran into a busy road and jerked the old guy over to the pavement just as the lorry was coming at him –“ Before I could finish my sentence, I felt Chuck’s hand on my face. Hard.

I blinked, turning to him with my mouth-opened agape. “What the hell was that for? Jeff did that to me also!”

Chuck just stared at me, not giving a single cent of sympathy. “That’s for acting without thinking? Although you helped a life, do you how stupid it is to rushed into a busy road. Instead of the old and, you could’ve been run down by the lorry, do you know that?”

“If you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you dot he same?” I asked, eyeing him furiously. I couldn’t take it. They were just slapping me because they cared for me – I think, but did they have to make it sound like what I did was a bad thing? For God’s sake, I saved a guy’s life and what do I get in return? Punishments and slaps – thanks a lot God, I so worship you.

“Sorry for slapping you, man but it was just a reaction so no harm done. Forgive me” Chuck smiled, patting my back. “What you did was right but don’t ever scare us like that. I mean, you’re no superhero so don’t go running around saving lives ever again. Promise me, David, that you won’t act before you think”

“I promise I won’t act before I think, done!” I mumbled apathetically as I rolled my eyes.

“Good” Chuck grinned and turned to his left, only to find Seb gazing at him in a daze. “Yo Seb, what’s up with you?” Chuck said, waving his palm at Seb’s face. Seb blinked after returning to reality, and shifted his eyes to the opposite side with his face slightly reddening. “Sorry” he apologised, still not facing Chuck. “Never mind” Chuck replied and patted him on his shoulder. If I’m not mistaken, I think I saw Seb shudder a little at Chuck’s touch.

“Oh yeah, David!” Pat spoke, making me turn to his direction. “How’s your room-buddy and I mean that in a decent way”

“He’s…um…” I paused, biting my bottom lip and looking over my shoulder like there was an answer written somewhere along the lines. “He’s fine”

I lied.

***

Talking to my friends about how I arrived late for class because I saved some old dude’s life was no point since they’re only concern was my injuries and whether my non-existent roommate was treating me well. I lied about everything they asked about him and couldn’t afford to let them know the truth cause it’ll only make them worry. I hated making my friends worry, when I told them I was going to live on my own, their faces dropped and they wouldn’t quit forcing me to live with them. Chuck, Seb and Pat lived together under one roof while Jeff lived a few floors above them in the same condominium though.

Anyway, when college finished and it was time to go home, just as I was walking into my car, Seb caught up with me. He told me about his crush again and although I listened to him, I really wished that he would tell me who his crush was. This has been going one for quite sometime now. Seb had been crushing on this person for way too long but until this day, he still hadn’t revealed his crush’s identity to me. Was his crush that great? Maybe Seb’s just being overprotective, thinking that if I laid my eyes on his crush that I would try and steal his crush away from him.

Though the identity of his crush has been sealed from me, he has described his crush to me as: tall, fit, smart, caring, friendly, amazing and cute. Whoever his crush was, she sure sounds like the perfect partner for Seb, who might actually be in love. He sounded like he was in love each time he mentioned about his crush to me. Oh well, I wish that boy luck!

Driving back home had always been a drag to me since the evening traffic was murder. So I would usually take another road home – one leading me to a park of some sort. And today I decided to take a stroll along the park since it was such a peaceful and beautiful evening. After I parked my car, I did as I had planned and got off my car to take a nice walk in the park. Walking pass a few trees, I spotted a few kids cycling around the park with water guns in their hands. But other than that, something else caught my eyes, it wasn’t the kids, it wasn’t their bicycles, and it wasn’t the water guns they held in their tiny hands…

It was a little doll that laid in middle of the path where the kids’ were cycling around it and shooting water at its face and body. I felt sorry for it, even if it was just an ordinary lifeless piece of crap made from cloth and cotton. I walked over to where the kids were cycling and shooting the doll with their water guns and just as I approached them, they stopped and turned to me with their measly faces.

“You’re on our territory, sister” the chubby redheaded kid on the red bicycle informed – like I actually gave a damn.

“First off, I’m a guy” I resented being notified as a female instead of the sex that I was. “Sorry if I’m intruding on your little tribal dance but …um, how do I put this?” I asked, scratching the back of my neck. I hadn’t actually prepared to ask them for the doll, making it hard for me. “ What’s that?” I changed the topic and pointed over to the doll lying on the path.

All three kids looked at the direction where my finger pointed towards to and blinked. “You mean that?” a blonde kid on the blue bicycle asked. “That’s a doll. We were just cycling and we saw it so we just decided to cycle around it. It’s our sacrifice to the Gods, you know?”

“Oh I see” I nodded, pretending to be intrigued when all I wanted to do was get that helpless doll away from these junior torturers. “Hey, if that doll doesn’t belong to you…could I have it?” I asked, hoping I’d get ‘yes’ as an answer.

As the redheaded and blonde kid allowed their minds to ponder for an answer, the brunette kid on the green bicycle cycled his way to the doll and scooped up the doll. “Why would an adult like you want a doll like this?” he asked in a rude manner with the doll tightly gripped in his clutches. “Unless you’re a doll collector?”

An idea kicked me in the head, making me form a smile out of nowhere. “Yes I am. As a matter of fact, I am, indeed, a doll collector. So now, if you don’t mind, can I please have that doll to add to my collection? Please?” I added and it sounded a little too desperate but what do little kids know desperation? Nothing!!!

“I don’t believe you!” the brunette argued with his freckled nose wrinkled. “You’re lying! Doll collectors don’t wear rings on their lips and nose!” he debated, shaking the doll in the air.

I sighed heavily, thinking this wasn’t as easy as it looked. “Well, I’m a modern-aged doll collector”

“You’re a punk!” the redhead quipped, pointing at my face. “My sister also has a ringed lips like yours and her friends call her a punk so it means you’re a punk, not a doll collector”

“Punk? Punks have tattoos and as you can see, I don’t have any tattoos” I explained, lifting up my jacket sleeves to show them that my arms were tattoo-free. “Besides, having more than one piercing doesn’t prove that I’m not a doll-collector”

“Hmm? Do you collect Barbie dolls then?” then innocent blonde asked. “My aunt collects Barbie dolls and she’s a professional doll-collector”.

“Yes! I collect Barbie Dolls!” I exclaimed jubilantly yet nervously. “Please kid, I need that doll to complete my collection. Hey, how about, when my collection is completed and I release a Doll Collection Guidebook, I can credit all three of you for my success! Wouldn’t that be great?” I cheered, sweating up a bunch of lies.

The redhead and blonde were nodding their heads and agreeing to my fake offer, ecstatically while the brunette bit his lips and eyed the little doll before nodding. “Okay, you have yourself a deal mister!” he said, tossing the doll over to me. I caught it and looked at all three kids, who were cycling out of the park. “Make sure you keep your words!” they called out before cycling out and dreaming that they were getting credited for something I made up. Poor gullible cute little brat, I mean kids.

After waving goodbye to the kids, I realised how stupid I was and slapped myself in the forehead for my stupidity. “What the hell is wrong with me? Lying to kids just to get hold of a worthless doll?” I grumbled and was about to throw the freaking doll out of the park. But something stopped me and I lowered arm, placing the doll below my gaze. I looked down and the doll looked pretty dirty.

The doll was the same size as my hand, only a few inches taller. It had round black eyes, no nose and a huge open-mouthed smile on its face to match. It had a black shirt with a white pattern on and faded blue jeans sewed around its tiny legs. Its hair, which was mostly cloth over cotton, was black and somewhat spiky. Around the doll’s tiny-cottoned wrist were thick black rings making it look like the doll had wristbands on both wrists. I chuckled a little at the image of the doll. “Whoever made this doll sure is imaginative. Creepy but cute…” I paused, thinking how nerdy I sounded. Although it was dirty, overall, it looked pretty cute even for a doll.

I dropped my hands by my side and was ready to leave the park and back home. But suddenly I felt something furry brushed by my hands and when I looked down, there was a dog. The furry little critter wagged it tails and barked happily at me so I smiled and knelt down to pat it on its head. As I patted the dog on its head, I placed the doll gently on the ground beside me and I guessed that intrigued the dog. The dog pawed its way over to the doll, sniffed it, bit it and ran off with the doll in its mouth.

“Hey!” I yelled at the dog, making it run quicker out of the park. “Stupid double crossing mutt!” I cussed, got up and chased after the damn mutt. I ran after the dog, following its every traces and not letting it get out of my sight. Lying to kids to obtain a doll is weird but chasing a dog to obtain a doll is just plain psychotic – and I bet people who saw me chasing the dog had the same thinking as well. Finally it was a dead end in an alleyway and the mutt had no where to run. “I got you now, bitch” I grumbled to the dog, not caring if it was a female or male – no one expected me to check, right?

The dog opened its mouth, dropping the doll on the filthy ground. I glared and cursed at the dog, making it frightened and it ran away after that, whimpering and howling out of key. I walked over to the doll and bent over to pick it up. It was filthier than before and to add to that, its right arm was ripping off. Just one touch could tear the little motherfucker off so I tried to be as careful as I could.

“Poor thing…” I sympathized, sweeping dirt off of the doll. “I think I better get you fixed”

***

After hours of looking for the sewing kit, I found it inside a cabinet of the kitchen. I thought to myself, who the hell keeps a sewing kit in the kitchen, maybe it was a roommate – but then I had no roommate and I was the one who accidentally kept the sewing kit inside the kitchen cabinet. Stupid David. When I obtained the sewing kit, I entered my room and placed the kit on the dresser along with the doll and left with an aim. I returned to the room with a small stool in my hands and placed it in front the dresser so I could sit there and sew the doll’s arm together.

Time passed by as I spent an hour and a half to sew the doll’s arm together with the rest of its cotton. It was hard, trying to insert the black thread into the needle since it kept coming off. I’ve watched my mum sewed my ripped clothes before, that’s why I like to think of myself as an expert in sewing. By 8pm, I was finished and the doll looked brand new – well, merely. Other than the fact that it’s still filthy, its arm looked better and stronger than before.

I held the doll, gazed and smiled nonchalantly at it. There’s was something special about this doll that made me wanna go through so many obstacles and make a fool of myself just to get it. Though I just found it, I felt like those hours I spent sewing its arm back together were priceless. Somehow how I get the feeling that I’m attached to this doll even though it’s only possible to be attached to something after several years, I know that I’m attached to this doll just after spending a few hours with it. How cheesy can I get?

Suddenly, I heard someone knocking on my gate. “Who the hell could that be?” I grumbled to myself as I tore my gaze away from the doll. “Oh. My. God. Don’t tell me its Chuck or Jeff…or Seb or even Patrick! How the hell did they get my address?” I worried and stood up from the stool, gently placing the little peppy looking doll on my bed before rushing out of my room to check out who was knocking on my gate.

When I reached the front door, I looked into the hole to see who was outside. And to my surprise, I saw a visitor I never expected to be visiting me at this hour or at all, for that matter. I opened the door and widened my eyes at the man standing behind my gate. “Aren’t you the old man from this morning?” I asked, a little freaked out after his disappearance.

The old man nodded. “That’s right, young man. I came here to thank you again for saving my life”

“It’s okay, man but why did you blow me off?” I asked him as I stepped out of my house and into the doorway of my place. “You just disappeared”

“I apologise for that, young man but I was in a hurry,” he explained, looking sort of guilty. “Are you injured by any chance?” he asked with concern, looking at the band-aids on my palms and also the band-aid on my knee. I felt embarrassed that I hadn’t changed into a new pair of pants after ripping this one.

“It’s just a light bruise, that’s all. I’m fine. How about you?” I asked and he shook his head. It was obvious since he didn’t even have a single cut or band-aid on him. Now that I got a better look at this old man, he looked pretty fit for an old timer. He was tall, had broad shoulders, thick white hair matted on his head, a white moustache under his nose with a thin beard to match, his eyes were sharp but not strict and to add this awkwardness, he was dressed in a black suit – I just didn’t realize that until I scrutinized him properly. I felt jealous that he still looked neat and I, on the other hand, looked like a hobo someone picked up on the road. I wondered if his occupation was a magician?

Just then, I remembered about the ornament he gave me before he disappeared in the morning. I inserted my hand into my pocket, took out the silver six-pointed star shaped ornament and showed it to him. “You accidentally passed this to me this morning and I wanna return it to you”

He looked at it and shook his head. “No, David. It’s yours, keep it”

“B-but…”I looked back and forth at the ornament and the old guy, finally pausing to look up at him. “How did you know my name?”

He smirked, making me feel scared with each beat of the heart. I backed away to the door a little with my eyes glued to him and his every movement. Thank God that he was behind the gate and not next to me. “Of course I know your name. I know a lot about you. David Philippe Desrosiers, aged 20, jobless, single and looking, hazel eyed, originally a blonde, has 7 piercing – 2 on each ear, 1 on right nostril, 1 on the bottom lip and 1 more on the-“

“Oh okay! That’s just about it!” I cut him off, blushing like shit. “I don’t know who the hell you are and how the hell you know so much about me and my personal info but if you don’t shut up and leave me be, I’m going to call the police on you!” I warned him with a deadly glare.

He just eyed me through half lidded eyes and yawned. “As you wish but just so you know David, with an attitude like that, you’re not going to have any of your questions answered promptly”

“What questions?” I cried, freaked out and pissed. “The only question I have right now is who the hell are you?”

“Oh, you’re right. I haven’t introduced myself” he said, sounding so calm and chilled – it frightened me so much. “I’m Einstein Charles Lucifer Ian Peter Samuel Evergreen the third – but you can call me Eclipse for short”

I nodded with a crooked smiled. “I am, so, definitely calling you Eclipse since your name far too long for me to remember. But that’s not the point! What the hell do you want with me?” I yelled, pointing a finger at his face. I know it may look rude but honestly, who would give a damn about manners when a total stranger that knew about far too much about your personal life confronts you?

Eclipse cleared his throat, ready to explain to David. “The main reason I’m here is to repay you for saving my life” I’m so over the whole saving his life deal and getting repaid for it but this freak just wouldn’t get off my skin. The damned parasite! “Remember the ornament I gave you?”

“You mean this?” I held up the ornament up and he nodded.

“That’s the one”

“Then I don’t want it,” I said, tossing the ornament to him. He caught it and eyed it before eyeing me, unimpressed. “I insist that you take it, David” he insisted, tossing it back to me and I caught it. I looked at it and turned to Eclipse, eyebrows furrowing, teeth gritting and all. “I said I don’t want it!” I yelled, throwing it at him. “Take it, it’s a reward” he told me, throwing it back at me. “Hell no!”. And soon we were tossing the stupid ornament to each other, both not wanting the responsibility to keep it. It was like a stubborn old guy (him) and a young hot guy (me - duh!)forcefully passing the shit immaturely.

Finally, I caught it again and just as I was about to throw it back at him, my hand became numb and I couldn’t get the star off of my hand. “What??? OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD!!! The thing is attached to my hand! Oh shit, what the hell did you do?? I can’t it off!!!” I whined, trying to the ornament off my hands by swinging it off – failed, pulling it out – also failed, biting it off – bad idea and eventually I gave up, tired from all my stupid antics.

I fell to the floor and sat on the doormat, and whimpered. I felt weak and hopeless and above all that, I couldn’t stand that I got picked on a lot and I couldn’t stay for the fight or argument – I would always be the first to give up. I was aggravated with myself and how weak I was. “First no one believed that I saved your life, then I got slapped by Jeff, and because I saved your life, I received two painful cuts on my palms and one fucking painful cut on my knee. Next I reached college 3 minutes late and was punished by the bitching lecturer, then my friends picked on me and Chuck slapped me. Not only that but I went to the park and a few kids made me make a fool of myself just cause I wanted to help the doll then after getting the doll, a stupid bitch bit the doll and made me chase after it. When I found it, the doll’s arm was ripped off and I sewed it back. And now here you are, making my life feel like fuck and I can’t think shit off of my palms…”I sniffed, cutting myself off.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk” was the only sound Eclipse made after he heard my depressing ramble of my fucked up life. “You’re such a sad little emo, aren’t you? You’ve got the looks of an emo too” I kept quiet, knowing that he was going to continue mocking me. “From the way I see it, you’re too sensitive, emotional and you’re suffering from low –self-esteem. You should really work on your social skills and your emotions need a little patching up. You know what you need?”

“What?” I muttered, not really caring about anything except that Eclipse just pointed out all my weak points.

“You need someone to keep you sane and aware of your unstable emotions”

“I’ve got my friends and family for that” I mumbled into my knees after pulling them under my chin.

“But it’s not like they’re there for you all the time? You need someone who can keep you sane until you don’t need help anymore or until you’ve matured enough. And right now, you seriously need help and looking over. Living all by yourself, you tend to feel an awkward insanity and you’re the type that needs being watched upon. Therefore, I know what I can do to repay you, David”

Eclipse bent down and took the ornament off of my hands, crushing it into dust right before my eyes. I just watched as the silver ornament turned into silver dust that sparkled before me. Eclipse eyed me emotionlessly and blew the silver dust in my face, blinding my eyes and making me cough like I was choking on something. I rubbed my eyes and when my vision was cleared, I opened my eyes and Eclipse was no longer standing behind my gates. He disappeared just like he did this morning.

I shook my head, swept the dust off and got up from the doormat, thinking maybe I just hallucinated everything. As much as I didn’t want to give much thought about what Eclipse mentioned about me, he was right. I was emotional – I always had been. I needed someone watching over and taking care of me, if not, I’d be like this, a messed up piece of nothing. I looked down on myself too much, always giving up without even trying, always runaway from what I feared, always looking on the negative side and always letting others look down on me without even stepping up from myself. I’m weak. And he was right, I needed to patch up all my weak points but there was no way I could that, being the weakling that I am.

I closed and locked the door behind me, praying that he was the first and last visitor for tonight. I dragged my feet towards the couch and threw myself on it, stretching and sprawling my arms in mid-air. I wished the Devil could just appear before me and take me to Hell as one of his evil companions. What the hell am I thinking about? Again, Eclipse was right – with all those cheesy and childish thoughts, I wasn’t mature enough for my age. I just laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling and with my eyelids slowly closing, I think I was about to fall asleep but suddenly I heard a sound that made me wide-awake.

I got up from the couch and looked around, trying to find out where the odd sound was coming from. It couldn’t be the water lapping from the loose tap since that sound was common and I was used to it, it wasn’t coming from the television set since I didn’t even turned it on, or maybe it was just a sound that came from the fan since it was so old. But the sound I heard wasn’t coming from above me, it sounded like it was coming from my room.

I sneaked into the kitchen, grabbing, of all items, a metal fork. Idiocy should’ve been my middle name but no, Philippe had to take its rightful place. I tiptoed over from the kitchen and back to the living room, then passing the bathroom and a few empty rooms, finally reaching the door of my room. I moved quietly to the edge of the door, trying to look inside my room, secretively but the room light was off when I left it on. I was confirmed that there was definitely someone inside my room now.

“Show yourself!” I shouted as I burst the door open with my feet and held the fork forward with both hands like it could actually do any harm. It was dark and I couldn’t see anything but I did hear footsteps moving from left to right to left to right to left and finally to the right. I knew that on the right side of my room were a large window and also my stereo so whoever it was standing there, the bastard better step away from my beloved stereo and jump off the window.

I entered my dark room and searched the walls for the light switch. After tapping on the walls like a fool – but no one was there to witness it, I found the light switch and turned it on, making the room lit up like a menthol. I spun around, ready to meet the uninvited person that entered my room without permission or acknowledgement. My eyes widened, dropping the fork unintentionally on the floor as I looked at the person standing by my window with their arms crossed over their face.

“You’re that…” I squinted my eyes at the unknown, shocked and also psyched. “You’re that… who the hell are you!!!” I screamed, pointing at the person by my stereo. The unknown didn’t answer me so I thought maybe he was dumb or something so I made weird gestures with my hands that meant, “Who. The. Fuck. Are. You?” But it didn’t work, instead the unknown backed away a little, covering his face with his hands throughout the whole time.

I studied the unknown’s appearance a little, feeling odd that his clothing was familiar and I had seen it somewhere before. He wore a black shirt with a white pattern slightly below the collar, had faded blue jeans clung around his hips and had black wristbands on each wrist. Though the unknown tried hiding his face behind his arms, he didn’t do a good job on hiding his hair, which was black and spiky. It was obviously not Jeff or Chuck or Patrick or Sebastien or even Eclipse since none of them had black spiky hair. Then it came down to this and I had a funny feeling that I knew who it was behind those arms.

But it couldn’t be…could it?

And I saw it. His right arm, he had a long black stitch on his arm just like the doll I found. Not to mention, he was dressed and had the same spiky hair exactly like the doll I found. Just as that thought passed my mind, I turned to my gaze and the doll wasn’t there like I left it. I slowly backed away, so much that I backed all the way to the wall, making a thumping sound when my back touched the wall.

“You…you can’t be…” I stammered, suddenly on the verge of freaking out. “You can’t be…that doll, can you?”

The word ‘doll’ must’ve triggered him or something since he began pulling his arms down, slowly revealing his face to me bit by bit and by the time I thought I was going to pass out, I saw his full face and to be honest, he almost turned me on. Almost. “Oh. My. God” I gasped as the unknown/doll approached me with a certain grin on his face. “You ARE that doll! Get away from me!!!”

The doll frowned just as I shooed him away with my hands. “You don’t want me?” the doll spoke, making me turn to look at his face. He walked over to the dresser and sat down on the dresser, not really bothering if his weight could smash the whole damn dresser. There he sat, pouted and disappointed with his knees under his chin and arms wrapped around his legs.

I blinked and looked at the doll, waiting for him to look at but he seemed more interested in the floor than me. “You…you can speak?” I asked nervously, making him look up at me.

He smiled. “I can!” he exclaimed, jumping off the dresser. He stood in front of me and extended his hand to me, still grinning like a person on happy pills. “I’ve always wanted to do this” he said, looking at my hand. “You, do, know what to do when someone extends their hands to you, right?” he asked, making me look like some dumb ass. I grabbed his hand and shook it but as we shook hands, he shook my hand a little too hard, overdoing the whole shaking hands deal. “This is so cool! I’m actually shaking hands for the first time” he announced with glee in his eyes.

I pulled my hand away from his tight grip and shook it a little, trying to get the blood flowing before it went numb. The doll cocked his head and stared at my fingers before pulling up his hand and staring at his own fingers, making his grin last longer. “I have fingers” he exclaimed, overjoyed. “Look I have fingers” he said, flashing all ten of his fingers in my face.

“If you don’t put them away from my face, I’m going to bite them off” I scowled through gritted teeth.

“You need teeth to bite, right?” he asked but I didn’t answer him. Innocently yet mindlessly, he inserted his fingers into his mouth, feeling his teeth and also biting three of fingers – on purpose or whatever, I had no idea but he seemed unfazed about it. “I have teeth too!” he said, excitedly. “I wonder what else I have?” he asked himself as he tried to take his shirt off.

“No, don’t!” I cried, stopping him what he was trying to do. He let go off his shirt and looked at me with innocent eyes.

“Why? Is it wrong?” he asked, blinking with the saying ‘ignorance is bliss’. “ If you say so then I won’t but I’m just curious…do I have everything you have…like that!” he pointed at my nose, making me feel embarrassed for him. He searched around his face, unfazed when he poked his own eyes, and alas, he found his own nose. “Hey, I have nose…just like you but you have a ring on your nose. Where can I get a nose like yours?”

I shrugged. “By piercing it, I guess” I answered him and couldn’t believe what was happening. A minute ago, I was arguing with some old guy and now here I stand, talking to a dumb doll that just turned human. Wait, the old man…the doll….the old man must’ve done this! I bet he was the one who turned the doll in a real life human. If he could turn silver into dust, I’m sure he could turn dolls into humans but why the hell, of all things, did he make the doll I found come alive?

“You need someone to keep you sane and aware of your unstable emotions”

“It is the old man’s doing. He did this” I slapped myself on the forehead and just as the doll saw me doing that, he did the same which irritated me. “Will you please quit that, you dumb ass!” He stopped it and looked away but it wasn’t for long before he turned to me again with a wider grin on his face. I looked the opposite direction where I couldn’t see his creepy goofy smile. “So, the ‘someone’ he meant is you…Hey Doll!” I called out to him as he played with his own fingers.

“I’m not a doll – not anymore at least. I have a name, you know?” He grinned and cleared his throat. “I can make that croaking sound in my throat just like you”

“Nice” I said, callously. “You said you have a name, what’s your name?”

“My name?” he paused for a while and looked to the ceiling. “Wow” he said, amazed and looked at me with innocent brown eyes. “ My name is…” he stretched out his leg and by the side of his right leg was a small tag or label that actually should’ve shown the brand of his jeans but instead his and was written on it in red. “My name is Pierre, look it says Pierre here” he pointed at the tag.

I cracked a fake grin at him and laughed flatly. “You’re stupid, you know that? I don’t think you really understand me since your head is filled with cotton” I mocked, thinking that the doll name Pierre wouldn’t have a right reaction to what I said since he was a doll with no emotions, one expression and a heart made of cotton so how could I possible hurt him.

The grin on Pierre’s faded away into a frown and the glee in his eyes vanished. “You know, just because I used to be a doll doesn’t mean you can freely spit your insults at me like I wouldn’t have a clue of what you’re saying. I’ve been to places and I’ve heard several words so don’t think I wouldn’t say anything to hurt your feelings. You’re human being, you have feelings so I can hurt them whenever I want but I won’t since I owe it to you”

“Whoa” my mouth dropped open. “Sorry. I didn’t mean what I said, it was just a test. What do you mean by you owe it to me?”

“You forgot?” Pierre gasped. “You rescued me from those evil kids, then you saved me from that dog and lastly you helped me attach my arm back to my shoulder” he explained, showing me the black stitch on his arm, which was just simple black thread and now it has become part of his body – like a tattoo, I suppose. “I owe my life to you… what’s your name?”

“I’m David” I told him. “Seriously, don’t owe your life to me, it’s not worth it”

“Why not? You’re worth it” Pierre debated, not understanding that I hated being repaid and anything in common like that. “Whatever you say David, I’m going stick by your side!”

I blinked. “Wait, say that again…”

“Stick by you side!”

“No, you said my name, didn’t you?”

“David…David…yeah, David” he said over and over again.

Suddenly I had a huge urge to blush, listening to him to say my name. He looked at me, curiously and placed his hand on my cheek, making me blush deeper. I pushed his hand away causing him to frown and stare at his own hand confusedly. “Uh, I think I’m going to sleep now…will you…oh shit, where are you going to sleep?” I asked him, feeling slightly concern.

Pierre shrugged. “I don’t sleep. I’ve never slept my entire life so I’ll just sit here…”He said, climbing on top of the dresser, once again. “And I’ll watch over you”

“Please, don’t. It’s disturbing” I said, leaving the room to brush my teeth in the bathroom. When I returned, I saw Pierre sitting on the dresser looking lost and left behind. “Are you alright?” I asked him and he smiled, nodding his head as he turned to the floor again. I walked over to the light switch and just as I was going to turn it off, Pierre said the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard from a guy.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?” he asked, disappointed.

I cringed and crossed my arms on my chest. “Now, why would I do that?”

“B-because…” Pierre bit his bottom lip, nervously and tried not to look me in the eye. “Because I…I always get one from my previous masters…”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Listen, doll. Your previous master or whatever, I don’t care. I’m not kissing you if that’s what you want. Now good night” With that switched off the lights and crawled into my bed, ignoring Pierre’s last words.

He’s just an emotionless doll.

TBC....not!!!!

Believe or not...I really hate that fic and I thought about editing but then I was like, nahhh, so i didn't and i left it that way... I didn't want the old man...I didn't want the ornament ...I didn't want thw whole thing to happen but it did in one day....still, i ain't positng it anywhere but here!!!!! In my own opinion... the rest of the guys seem to be 'overprotective' of David...

since i'm never gonna post or continue that fic, i might as well talk about its concpet (to myself??? )

"David finds a doll and it magically becomes alive. And there it is, his doll, Pierre is its name and David thinks it doesn't have a heart or have any emotions but what does he know? David gets irritated of the doll, Pierre because its clueless and has no idea about reality or the real world. But when it times up for the doll to stay human, David finally realizes that Pierre means more to him than a doll. It's too late/// the ending either ends sadly: with Pierre turning back into a lifeless doll with David just keeping it as a memory, or a happy ending: Eclipse lets David keep Pierer as a human... or even more awkwardly: Pierre turns back into a doll and when David leaves college, he goes overseas and finds someone who looks like Pierre - who is suspectedly a reincarnation"

Damn, that's so retarded....let's never speak of it again!!!! seriosuly!!!! I feel like choking now!!!!

X Seph x

noxcuse @ 2005-03-18T23:08:00

2005-03-18T15:09:04Z

seriously bored now so i wanna crap about my childishness!!!!

well, just the other day i went to KLCC (holy music!!!!) and yeah, i pestered my friend to follow me to the playground there!!!! they have a huge fucking big playground and well, while i was running around the playground and also sliding on the tiny slides, my friend just stood there and laugh......her excuse for not joing - she wore a skirt so i had to call her " you piece of skirt!" and i enjoyed myself.....i thin i was the oldest girl playing there......there were like little monsters there and well, i cussed while fooling about.....think they heard me? who cares???

PLAYGROUNDS ARE LOVE!!!

so next time you visit KLCC, ( and i so, happen to be there)go to the playground and look for a 15 year old girl dressed in black (and only black) running around and probably talking loudly ......yes, that would be me!!!!

i remember there were sprinklers around and i ran through one just for fun cuz no one dared me to and i wanted someone to dare me to!!!! so i was like "dare me to run through that?"

hey, what do you call the people who work at the candy bar in the cinema? is it bus boy or candy bartendar? i dunno...i ended up calling them popcorn people...who cares??

x Seph x

noxcuse @ 2005-03-18T22:24:00

2005-03-18T14:29:35Z

before i paste the crap here...i just wanna point out: if i kicked ass today, i can kick more tomorrow!!! < --- reason why i said that: cuz someone said i looked like avril lavigne (shut the fuck up) and i flipped them off and stepped on their shoe...then i ran away!!!!! ....luckily, it was someone i know, if it were a stranger...i'd flip them off behind their backs!!!!

This was on the 21st of November 2004 and now I’m only posting it, how stupid and slow of me. Oh well, it’s supposed to be my encounter with Simple Plan on that very said day. It’s a legend ot me now!

Before SP came, we were waiting in line, (we – meaning Viv and I – I was dressed in black and Viv was dress in white – so I kept going “ We’re Micheal Jackson – Black! White!” and she went “ Child molester”)

Anyway whilst waiting, my mum bought food for me and Viv, after I told her not to…she’s so fucking great!!! I love my mum for waiting for me as I made a fool of myself but that was beneficial and Viv, thank you so fucking much for putting up with me since at level I ditched her to stare at SP and well, when I couldn’t SP to sign on my drawing the first time, she grabbed my drawing block and wanted to line up again to have the sign it for me…in the end she failed but I was so grateful for what she tried to do.

While waiting, my mum met her friend who had a daughter who’s an SP fan and well, the girl’s name was Justin and when we became friends…here’s the conversation…

Justin’s mum: Go and introduce yourself
Justin: Oh
Seph: *holds out hand* Hi, I’m Seph. This is Viv *points at Viv* she’s fat and stupid!
Viv: Oi, shut up!
Justin: *shakes hand* I’m Justin
Seph: Oh Justin! *looks surprise* Nice name!!! Viv here likes Justin Hawkins from The Darkness
Viv: Justin rocks, man!
Justin: Oh *un-amused, obviously*
Seph’s mum: *comes back after going to the shop to check the camera* Oh, Seph, introduce yourself
Seph: Okay! *holds out hand again* Hi, my name is Seph, again!
*then everyone laughed*

Here’s me being all denial and crappy about my drawing…and some random shit…

Seph: Shit, I think if they see this shit, they’ll be like “ What the hell?”
Viv: They won’t lah, it’s nice!!!
Seph: Hell no it’s not! Look! *opens drawing block* They’ll be like “Where the hell are our noses? How do we breathe?”
Viv: It’s nice, at least it’s better than that group’s poster *points at one group with a self-made poster with huge blue bolded initials of SP written on it and SP is my Life too* Theirs is like, so plain and ugly…
* in a way, Viv made me feel better that way but still, it was rude and yet, I laughed and continued mourning about drawing*

Justin: *busy reading a magazine about Simple Plan*
Seph: *whispers to Viv* Let’s disturb her, like pushing that magazine…
Viv: Okay, you do it, I’ll be an aundience
Seph: *whispers back* Nah, she’ll get mad. *goes over to Justin* Hey let’s be friends!!!
Justin: *looks freaked out by me* O-okay…

Seph’s mum: Show Justin your drawing
Seph: Trust me, it sucks. *shows drawing, I think I opened it several times*
Justin’s mum: *eyeing the drawing in amazement* Wow!
Justin: Wow, it’s really nice!!! I like it!!!
Seph’s mum: Show her what you made for them…
Seph: It’s ugly *shows necklaces* *points and names the necklaces accordingly*
Justin: It’s so cute!!!
Seph: No, they look like my bugs!
*then my mum went on complimenting about my drawing and necklaces which made me feel like a ass, holding up the stinking drawing*

*then this Tower Records worker passed and I asked if the number we held was permanently our number during the Bellefire and Simple Plan signing and also, if I could get them to sign my drawing (well, they announced that they will only allow us to let them sign one item (be it a poster or a CD – assholes!)*
Tower Records Dude: Nah, you can only let them sign one item…
Seph: But...forget it… (if you hadn’t noticed, I actually lost hope in that)
Seph’s mum: Why don’t you show him your drawing (I seriously think it was useless but oh well)
Seph: *shows dreaded picture*
Tower Records Dude: *looks amused but I could tell he was like WTF is that kiddy artwork doing here?* Hey, it’s like those anime manga styled!
Seph: yeah!
Seph’s mum: Wow, even he knows about this anime manga stuff
Seph: *thinking: well duh, everyone knows about this crappy things*

*while waiting*
Girl wearing red: *moves to the back and steps on my barnd new converse shoes (the common black converse ones)
Seph: *looks at shoe and eyes girl that steps on shoe* Sorry...
Girl: *looks at me and looks in front, without apologizing for what she did*
Seph: *turns to Viv* What the fuck did I just do? *flips the bitch off behind her back* Bitch, fuck you!
Viv: Why did you apologise, stupid?
Seph: I dunno...

Bellefire arrives and Viv and I pretend to be Bellefire fans!!!

Seph: *walks over to Bellefire and passes them the Bellefire poster to sign on* * after Cathy and Ciara are done, moves it to Kelly, the redhead*
Kelly (Bellefire): Hey, I like your hair!!! *she’s sooo sweet and really pretty and nice but, I’m straight!*
Seph: Thanks!!! I like yours better!!! *exclaims!* (I had no idea what to say so I said that)
*Kelly and the Tower Records Girl laughs*

Viv: Can I take a picture?
Tower Records Man: Oh, I’ll help you take it!
Viv: Oh, wait. Seph! Seph! (I didn’t hear her cause I was talking to Kelly and well, how did I know this, Viv told me)
*so he took a pic of Viv, Cathy and Ciara…it’s rather quaint and innocent yet nice!!!*

Seph being in denial and hopeless…again

Seph: They’re never gonna sign anything but the CDs
Viv: Shut up, they’ll sign it!!! (how supportive of you, Viv but as you can see, I was being such a drama queen)

FINALLY SP arrives!!! And the first thing I saw was Pierre climbing on the table….hello, there were like dozens of shitty people in my face, blocking my view of them so fuck them!

*goes over to the signing table ...*
Seph: *passes album cover to Seb to sign*
Seb: *signs and passes it to David ß but I didn’t notice that so I was like looking around for my cover and I think they either found it very entertaining or maybe I was just some psychopath* *at the same time passes present to Seb*
Seph: Where is it? *still looking around and finally finds it next to David.
Seb: Thanks yeah, let’s keep the line going (in my heart, I was like “ Fuck you Seb, shut up and don’t be a dick” – but I got over that after…wait, we’ll get to that part later*
David: *looks…- looks arrogant!!!!* *emotionless*
Seph: *gives David his present*
David: *takes it and well, still looks arrogant*
Seph: *my mind was like : whatever, his lip ring looks real…but whatever* *passes Pierre CD cover and present*
Pierre: Thank you *gives his goofy smile – not that I’m complaining but it’s funnily cute!*
Seph: *grins and nods and moves to Jeff* *you know what? I was so stupid…Pierre was like signing and he never said anything to the first few fans but he thanked me (I sound like a show-off bitch now so please forgive me but it was my fucking bitchy experience) and I could’ve said something to him like maybe a ‘you’re welcome’ but I said nothing, nothing at all…and I felt bitchy about it…after I realised that*
Jeff: *looks like he’s waiting for me to give him his present after he saw me struggling to find Pierre’s present*
Seph: Here *passes it to Jeff*
Jeff: *takes it and well, I didn’t look at his face cuz I went to Chuck*
Seph: *passes Chuck the CD cover*
Chuck: *signs*
Seph: Here, this is for you *gives present*
Chuck: Thank you!!!
Seph: *very nervous* Umm, where’s Patrick? I’ve got something for him…
Chuck: Oh he’s somewhere at the back…
Seph: *still fucking nervous* Can you help me to pass this to him? *passes Pat’s present to Chuck*
Chuck: Sure *takes and smiles*
Seph: *walks over to the exit …thinks…then rushes back to Chuck* *fucking nervous like shit* Wait, I wanna show you something. *shows Chuck the dreaded drawing*
Chuck: *looks* Hey that’s fucking awesome! *he said that casually – according to Viv who saw everything*
Seph: *puts hand on mouth and points at Chuck – only cuz I never expected a comment with ‘fucking’ in it*
Chuck” It’s awesome!!! Good job *holds out hand*
Seph: *shakes hand but still speechless* *then finally goes out of the line* *suddenly spots Pat, smiling at his camera* That’s Pat!!!
Viv: Who? That one? *takes a pic, simply*

Viv: Wow, that Chuck guy is very friendly!
Seph: *star struck, obviously* OMG…
Viv: *sarcasm* Seph, too happy is it???
Seph: OMG, I never expecting him to be like…”That’s fucking awesome” OMG…
*then I crapped about how great Chuck was *

*standing behind SP*
Viv: Why’re we standing here?”
Seph: To see them
Viv: You can’t see their face
Seph: Fine, stare at their asses then!!!
Viv: Okay…who’s the first guy on the left… *obviously she had stared at their asses*
Seph: Seb…
Viv Okay…his underwear is blue
Seph: *looks at Viv, speechless and raised eyebrow* You stared at his boxers?
Viv: Hey, it’s damn obvious, you see!
Seph: *looks over* You’re right…but when I said ‘stare at their asses’ I didn’t mean it!
*about the ass staring crap…there’s more but it was only me who saw it and I called Viv a perv for noticing Seb’s boxers first…then she called me a perv after I saw Pierre’s, Chuck’s, Seb’s (she saw it first tho), David’s and surprisingly Pat’s…but it’s not my fault…I’ll get to that later…*

*standing on the right side*
Seph: *sad* Damn, I only showed Chuck my drawing …I wish they signed it…
Viv: Come, let me try
Seph: But it’s hard and the line…you see…
Viv: Just try!!!!
Seph: *hands over the block*
Viv: I’ll see if I can go again. *runs away*
Seph: *after minutes of standing and hearing two girls call each other ‘dude’ and another two, I think they same girls, saying that they took a pic of Chuck’s ass* *also, watches Chuck sign, then turn to the crowd I’m with and wave …and the crowd goes wild – I was like, what the fuck? They’re woo-ing for nothing*
Viv: *returns* Seph, we can’t go…there’s too many people….
Seph: It’s okay…thanks okay?
(I have no idea what happened to Viv after this but I knew I was standing by myself with the noisy crowd so the stupidest thing I did was…hold up my fucking drawing like an asshole – now that I think back about it, I wished I never held it up but if I didn’t, Pat wouldn’t have noticed it)
[drum rolls]
Pat: *passes by with his camera, still smiling at the crowd, obviously happy with what he saw…* *suddenly he spots me holding up my drawing, smiles, and films my freaking drawing with his freaking camera…I think I was going to fucking die!!!* *gives a thumbs up*
Seph: *nods head* *mouthing a ‘thank you’*
Pat: *gestures his hand for me to come closer*
Seph: *obeys – that’s so stupid but he called me…it’d be worst if he didn’t call me and I went over right?*
Pat: That’s really awesome!!!
Seph: Thank you!! *blush and well, nervous- like duh!*
Pat: Do you want them to sign it?
Seph: Sure…but I don’t think they can… (that was the dumbest thing to say…it sounds like I think they’re retarded and handless)
Pat: It’s all right *shrugs his head and somehow, I have no idea how he made he hand over my drawing to him*
(So, I’m just watching Pat walk over to the right side, stands beside Seb and shows my drawing to Jamie…she looks excited but why? Then he passes it to Seb, then David, then Pierre (when I checked over my drawing after I got it back…I couldn’t believe Pierre signed on himself inside of the space given above) then Jeff and finally Chuck…then he stands behind Jeff and Chuck, flipping through more pages of my drawing block but he found nothing else but the SP drawing and one pencilled Busted drawing)
Pat: *looks disappointed and returns to the crowd I’m standing at* *returns my drawing* Hey, we think it’s really awesome and if you can, can you scan it and email it to us?
Seph: Sure *nervous* Can you sign it?
Pat: Huh?
Seph: Can you sign it? *shows drawing*
Pat: *nods* *goes over to Chuck and takes one of his sharpies to sign below the drum drawing* *returns and returns the drawing*
Seph: *smiles, nervously mad and well, stupid* Thank you!!! You rock, Pat!!! *remembers something* Wait, I made something for you and I gave it to Chuck…it’s something like a …*holds onto wrist trying to prove something, nervously and Pat obviously spotted my bloody nervousness*
Pat: Oh…it’s all there…we put everything in there
Seph: Oh, okay…

(Then I ran off to find Viv and my mum)
(shows mum I got my drawing sighed and how great Pat was and also Chuck’s ‘fucking awesome’ comment!)
(then my mum wanted to bring me and Viv to eat but I insisted on staying until they left and well, Viv followed when I went to the other side)

*standing on the left side*
(ps: this is where I could see Seb’s and David’s boxers)
Seph: *once again, holds up fucking ugly drawing and well, I hated it sooo much!!!!*
*funny thing was, I spotted this white piece of paper that had some words on it but I didn’t give much thought about it since I thought it said ‘ don’t step on the stage’*
Pat: *appears once more…looks at me…then goes over to pick up the white paper which I thought said ‘ don’t step on the stage’ and when he bent over to pick up the paper…yes, you guessed it, I saw his boxers…it’s like…OMG!!! And writes more stuff on the paper*
Pat: *walks over to me and passes me the piece of paper* Here, can you scan it and email it to us? (I think he said that before if I’m not mistaken…and what was written on the white paper…the exact same request)
Seph: Okay…I will!!!
Pat: *goes film stuff*
(this may sound stupid but…I think when I was at the right side, he wanted to give me the paper but I blew the scene, so he thought I left…I think, and went into Tower Records and when I came out, I went to the left side and he saw…so that’s my bitchy theory….)

Some funny things I saw, sympathy for Pat though….

A girl in the crowd behind SP: *calls Pat and he goes over* *passes him something*
Pat: *misheard wrongly and was about to sign the stuff* …
Girl: NO, not you!!! Them!!! (she wanted SP to sign it, not Pat….poor guy)
Pat: *obviously told her he couldn’t do so…so he went over and sat behind the board where the fan gifts bags were and the cute thing was, he sat there like a loner and played with the sharpie he almost used to sign on the bitch’s crap…poor dude….honestly, if anyone saw that, you’d feel like hugging him!!!*

Random girl in the left crowd I was standing in: Hey, what’s that? *points at Pat’s letter*
Seph: Oh…this…*shows*
Viv: *whispers* She’s jealous…
Seph: *whispers back* Nah…(what surprised me was that she had the balls to ask a stranger like me to show her a message given to me by the holy Patrick!)

Here’s the sweet Jamie encounter…

*still standing on the left side*
*complaining in the mind on how much my ass hurts and my arms and legs…*
Jamie: *spots me and my bloody drawing* Hey, that’s nice… *taps Seb and points to the direction of my drawing*
Seb: *looks* Hey that’s really awesome!!!
Seph: *mouths thank you*
Seb: *looks at Jamie* It’s really cool …. (but somehow, I think he’s lying…)
Jamie: *comes cover…* Can I think a picture of your drawing?
Seph: Sure *holds drawing up, so that it’s covering my face*
Jamie: No, can I have you in it?
Seph: *shocked* What? But… * gives in and lets her take the picture she wants*
Jamie: Do you want me to help you take any pictures of them…
Seph: Eh, no thanks….(hell yeah!!! Like duh but the camera was full so I said no)
*sometimes later, I see Jamie fanning a rather perspiring Seb with her clipboard or something like a clipboard* (it was very sweet of her and cute to see them together…they were meant to be! I swear on it!)
Jamie: *comes up to me* Hey, they really like your drawing and they would like to have it….*she said that very sweetly, for your info*
Seph: *looks at Jamie, confused…then looks at drawing and shrugs* I would love to give it to you….but… *nervous attack* …they’ve already signed it….*
Viv: Seph, draw another one…draw now, draw now lah!
Seph: *looks at Viv* I can’t… *brightens up* But I have sample (it was the SP dolls sample…with all 5 of them as dolls, sitting on the huge letters S.I.M.P.L.E and a PLAN below it…) *searches bag for the sample**found it* Here, it’s a sample….do you need to write something on it?
Jamie: Yeah…
Seph: *hands Jamie my drawing block and feels guilty for making her carry my stuff* *looks at Jamie* Sorry…
Jamie: It’s all right…what’s your name?
Seph: …It’s Seph…
Jamie: Oh Seph!!!!
Seph: *finish writing crap on the smaple* * takes things back from Jamies* Thank you…sorry
Jamie: *smiles and gives it to Pat, I think* *returns* You’ll be receiving something from Pat in the mail
Seph: O-okay (but I was enthusiastic about it, though)

Just as they announced that SP had to leave for their showcase at ZOUK,KL… they said the badn would be facing the crowd to let the fans, who didn’t manage to get pictures, take pictures of them…and too bad, I my camera ran out of film…so the band turned to each side to let the fans get a glimpse of their faces….and I still had my drawing up….and well, David spotted it and smiled…he looked creepy, trust me, arrogance and smiles don’t match on David’s face ….and Jeff, he smiled when he saw my drawing and gave me a thumbs up so I mouthed a thank you to him…I did the same to David,…I think…

And with that, I loved my encounter with SP…I’m a happy girl…so…yeah, it may sound like some asshole bitch’s fantasy but it’s true, say what you want about it, don’t believe it if you hate it, but honestly I had the best day of my fucking life and I have prove for my story up there… (the prove was, Pat’s message, the pen that fell when I was writing the stuff for Jamie and well, their signatures on my drawing –like duh!!!! I sound so teenie bitch so, I apologise and I sound like a huge crapper who boasts about their experience but if had experienced the same thing, I’m so fucking sure you’ll tell the whole fucking nation about it!!!!

I LOVE 21st of NOMVEMBER 2004…. My first encounter withh a band, that I so happened to love, and I managed to score their signatures and have a nice yet nerve wrecking conversation with Pat, Chuck and Jamie….They rock and seriously, if you never liked Chuck and you met him for the first time, you’re so gonna wanna watch out for him the entire time!!!! This is called “ FUCKING AWESOME EXPERIENCE!!!!!”

x Seph x (the fool, you’re gonna start hating starting…NOW!!!!)

noxcuse @ 2005-03-14T21:06:00

2005-03-14T13:06:34Z

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noxcuse @ 2005-03-11T22:48:00

2005-03-11T15:29:18Z

while waiting for the yousendit to complete, i might as well write something crappy as for i havent been online for quite sometime....i dont think i really care if i have spelling grammars and whatever shit wrong...i just wanna type.....type type type.....yes i am ADD and on wednesday 9 03 2005 mustve been the craziest day for me.....it was my buddy's bday and well...i gave her, her present and well, we had sports and yes......

cuz my two other friends chose not to join me whilst i was rambling....i became ADD.....i thin i spoke 1000 words in one minute....well my friends told me i was talking too fast but they could hear me and they were like..."you should rap now" and im like " i dont rap...dont like rap...dont like hip hop..." and more crap came out of my mouth......after sports...i was still ADD and we had science so while waiting for the teache to arrive....we were told to go to the science lab and we did so.......anyway...my classmates were sitting at the hallway of the science lab and yes... ...i was a being sperm (moving all around the place) while everey sat on the floor, just waiting......when my other classmates came from the door...i pushed them aside and said weird things like " i see flowers" or something i forgot.....then i dropped my pencil box and wallet several times.......the boys were thinking how mad i was.....my best bud viv got questions like " whats wrong with seph today?" her reply " i dunno, dont ask me!!!!!" then my fake lil bro was like " why are you so gila today" and i was like " i dunno ...do you" then i ran off and crashed into a wall.....there were so many labs....i randomly burst opened an empty one and laughed at it.....then i spotted a plasticine volcano and fih tank so i ran out and shouted to my class " HEY THERE ARE FISHES IN THERE!!! SEE!!! FISHES!!!!" but thye just laughed and again...i ran and crahsed into a door....twice i think...all on purpose....

then there were the spaces between the girls toilet and the boy toilet...(teacher's toilet, i say) and so...there was this huge space between them....so i walked to right and the left many times.....(obviously all my classmates were watching my every move as for i was the only one moving...im a sperm...hehe no im not im a gal) so finally i walked and sat in the middle of the hallway and my guy classmate ( i call him grandma cuz he's my grandmama) asked " seph, what happen to you" then i looked up, my ass still on the floor, and cocked my head as i replied him with " i think i fell?" then all of them burst into laughter....seriously i had no idea it was funny...but it was.....

then my other fake lil bro was like " how come you're not normal today" and i was like " im not??? i am...who're you???" then i pushed him and climbed over the window and shouted something about the purple flowers......back at class.....i was out of energy and my friend said " finally, you're back to normal" and i was like " what??? i didnt do anything" .........but before i lost my ADDness......the teacher arrived and we enetered the science lab and i saw this blue balloon at the corner....,, my class monitor was talking to the teacher and i pestered him to get the balloon ...i was like " oi oi, get me the balloon...that one...there there!!!! give it to me" then he just looked at me and i was like " forget it, i'll do it myself..." then i grabbed the ballon and announced " THIS IS MY BALL!!!!!" so they laughed again, which was weird cuz i wasn't trying to be funny....anyway...i was with my lab mates, after dumping the balloon into the sink, then i had an idea, which was stupid...

seph: let's pop the balloon!!!!
viv: you pop it
sue: pop it with this....*shows protractor*
seph: nonono, let's 'lat' then we see who pops it...the loser pops the balloon!!!
seph, viv, sue, yee: *flipping hands* *result = all hands*
seph: again...one two three!!!!
all: *flips hands* *sue, viv and yee - hands....seph - palm*
yee and viv: OH YOU!!!! ahahhahahaha
seph: what me??? if im a palm...then i go out first.....so you continue flipping!!!!
viv: ass you!!!!
seph: fine fine...i'll do it!!! *grabs protractor and balloon*....ready one two three
*POPS BALLOON* * BOOOOMMMMM!!!!* *everyone turns to my group's table*
teacher: what was that???
seph: *grabs sleeve* my heart...i think i burst my heart....

then i went to collect the pieces of balloon....teacher didnt scold me...heheh!!!!!

during sports....see im jummping from the middle to the beginning.....who knows what's next..... anyways, i was sitting along the bricky lane, waiting for the long jump shit to finish....well.....i faked my house....im supposed to be in green and i dicthed to be in blue...damn i helped them score points...at first i was just sitting on the basketball court with my buds...then the teacher goes "

teacher01: seph, try out for long jump
seph: b-but i....*turns to viv and jin* im not even in this house....
viv: then dont go!!!!
seph: *to teacher* why me???
teacher02: you have long legs....you're good at jumping....
seph: huh??? no!!! im not good!!!
jin: dont lie....
seph: shit shit...okokok,...let's go lets go....!!!!

then i went for long jump....instead of jumping as soon as i reached the plank to the sand...i ran over the plank and ran over the sand just cause i wasnt paying any attention........then i ran back to my friends along the pavement......... so i started talking...really faat, like i already pointe dout earlier, and none of my friends were replying what i said.....so i was like

seph: fine...ask my a question...if you're gonna just sit on your ass and say nothing all day...at least ask me something and i'll answer it pronto!!!! hurry up..you ask one and you aks another one...come on it'll be fun!!!! just ask...and i'll answer!!!!
viv: you talk, we listen....
seph: no!!!! no fun!!!
jin: fine....when did you started liking simple plan
seph: well...(imagine the way a quick promoter talks...thats the way only faster) first i hate them for always appearing on tv with the song perfect...it annoyed the shit outta me...then at the mtv asia awards 2003....i saw david....wait i had no idea what they're names were so i called him the black one ...and pierre....pretending to kiss each other and i loved it so......yeah...no...actually it was when simple plan were performing a medley of perfect and addicted...pierre was singing rather nervously and then david had a par to sing...and he sang sooo well and he made the performance good sooo i like simple plan...i know its a stupid way but thats it....stupid yeah..... ...in the perfect video...i always thought david looked the worst...but in the end...i liked him best!!!!
viv: shut up, we dont care
seph: then what do you want me to say? you're not even talking so im talking not you...you shut up...the shit ...i dunno what to say?? gimme a topic...any topic...talk...come on just talk!!!!! hey you know...i wishe di had this toy pony with black hair...
viv: what?? shit? a pony??? sissy!!!!
seph: shut up!!!!! where was i ??? oh yeah...talk talk....so dman fucking quiet!!!!! talk!!!! shit both of you!!!! im gonna find a new target ti annoy...ah my teacher...uh no, she'll skin my ass!!!!
viv: hahah skin your ass!!!
seph: ....you know what,,,you're both sooo frickking quiet!!!!
*suddenly viv and jin start talking*
seph: see!!!! you both communicate with each other but not me!!!! so unfair!!! i'll find new friends...stop talking to each other...say something to me...damn, you guys suck!!!!
jin: dot bother her dont bother bout her
viv: you loner!!!
seph: shit you!!!!! *spots yee* *runs over and bangs yee* hey you see those two *points at jin and viv* they're no fun....so damn quiet...when i talk they dont talk....theres something in their mind....something i dunno and i dont care....okay i care but i dont...
yee: what??? what's wrong with you???
jin: *shouts* yee don't achknowledge her!!! shes too hyper!!!!!
yee: oh?
seph: you shut up!!!! ....

then i spoke more trash.....there's a lot more that i said but its all boring and way too fast ....at least i entertained myself without those two boring shit heads!!!!! now don't you find me irritating? i know i do....im feel so irritating that i wanna slap myself.....whoa...if you met me in person, you're sooo gonna regret you know me in person....hahhaa....i'll ruin your peaceful lives.......nywhahahahaha muwahahhahahahaa....did i mentioned...i crashed into doors, walls, and poles???? yeah...i dindt hurt tho.....heheheh ....maybe this is a combination of ADD/ Retardedness and Madness...hhahahahha so fun!!! hopefully every wednesday during sports, im like that...least i wont feel bored...and people around me get to see something interesting...but that makes me sound like a freak show so i'll say, nay!!!! nay i say!!!!! buwhahahahahahah i have nothing else to say...wanna go offline now...beybeyebeye

pointing arrows wooo!!!!

x Seph x

noxcuse @ 2005-02-20T15:58:00

2005-02-20T08:06:25Z

U-G-L-Y ... this will make your eyes Die!!!! <-- cheerlading sucks...(no offence to those friends of mine who are cheerleaders)

why did i post it here? cuz my lj was like useless and i had to put something here, right??????

not to mention.....it was great to see David humping his guitar before running on stage to perform Shut Up at the MTV Asia Awards....and yeah, Jeff bullied David by taking the electric fly swatter and wanting to hit David with it....David was like "No, dude...don't" or something like that as he whined and shook his hands in disagreement....later on....as jeff attempted to lick the fly sawtter was pretending to hit the electric fly swatter with his bare hands....real cute...........and yeah...there was this tall lady standing next to david....was she his girlfriend???

usual thing: david was wearing all the usual outfits, chuck wanted to throw david's things in the garbage, pierre and joel were fooling about and jeff, was being his hyperactive self.....he was like. " YES, we won!!!! FINALLY we beat blue!!! yeah!!!!"
good thing: david smiled in the airport and crapped about it....least he was happy!!!! he humped his guitar and enjoyed doing it!!!!!
bad thing: there was never a scene of seb (heck, they showed pat but not seb) and he didn;t have a say at all......jeff was the noisiest

i liked it when joel gc was given this yellow flowery thing and he went " it's a gift from the Gods, they've shone down on me" then he entered inside a van and they drove him away.....benji...he was sitting on the luguage belt, smilling as the camera filmed him!!!!!!! then joel was dancing and pierre went " he's got moves" or something like that......i forgot but i wanna watch it again!!! oh yeah....david humping guitar = love!!!!! ok bye!!!!!!

Retarded, much?

x Seph x

noxcuse @ 2005-01-25T12:36:00

2005-01-25T04:49:18Z

Here are the pictures I promised:

For neitoperhonen :

Here are your Madden Twins but I think they look weird...why didnt I include Benji's lip rings, cuz he looked like a scarecrow with them so i erased them...sorry, if this isnt what you wanted...i tried and failed....so sorry!!! And yeah, you wanted to see the full image of my icon right? Here it is...

...but seriously, its no difference from my icon, it;s just larger now...hehehe, he has no full body....nyehehehhe!!!!

For random48

Here you go, a pic of David and Pierre. Why are their tongues stuck out? I dunno.... I know it's too big so i hope you know how to make it into a icon, (cuz i dunnno how to...usually i just change the image size, decreasing the size of its original size) Sorry, if it's hideous and yeah, Pierre's middle finer, don't mind right? He's sort of like " I love David, so get off of my case, you dicks!" That was rude but that's what Pierre's expression and actions say....hope you don't mind. I had helping you to draw it though, it was last night when i finished all my homework, nyahahhaha!!!!!

To my dear the_sebster_fan , would you like anything? A Seb holding muffin drawing? Hahaha, funny!!!!

And for onepunkymisfit , I will draw you something if you return the_sebster_fan to me...naw, just kidding, let's share her!!! hehehe!!! just tell me what you want and i'll try and do it!!!

weather_fan I'll try my best and complete your Pierre and David at the Today's desk...just be patient, ehheheh!!!! I'm so annoying!!!!

So now, I'm juggling my History folio and some artworks, oh well, that's my life!!! and it aint gonna last long so why waste my time doing things I dont wanna do when I can do jobs I enjoying doing.....what the hell am I rambling about? now???. .. . ..

x Seph x

noxcuse @ 2005-01-23T17:56:00

2005-01-23T10:06:56Z

OOhhh, Seph's got homework!!!! Probably drawing work, that is... ummm, yeah.... I have to draw a pic of Pierre and David for the sweet random48 and i think i wanna help neitoperhonen with her Madden twins manga-styled!!! i just hope i can finish both in a fast period...what else do i have? oh yeah, still working on Lost and Found chapter 6 and Catch me if you Can Chapter one.....i think i will be getting some school projects as well...damn life sucks no???? oh yeah, I still have to draw a pic of SP dolls for coralxfang , i've been delaying it too much but I would like her to know that, i've already drawn the sketches, I just havent inked, coloured or scan it yet...and im sorry for making her wait....sorry!!!!

and because im so free... i wanna say how much i love the_sebster_fan she rocks!!! so don't steal her from me..hehehe!!!! i'm nuts!!!

this is called, sucky life!!!

just cuase im bored and waiting for my downloads to complete, i decided to continue more of this entry...this is called ' save-cost' nah, hahha!!!!

i remember bringing the SP Still Not Getting Any album to Viv's house and yeah, I forced her to watch the VCD, yes VCD, the one they sell in Malaysia is a VCD that doesn't have the making of the DVD and making of the record, so yeah it sucks but i watched it all on MTV and channel V so props to those channel....okay maybe not all but i would love to watch all....

okay, straight to the point, while watching.... Viv took a shower so I paused it, waiting for her to return so i can show her all the good parts... well, it's all good....and yes Viv's younger sister Shenn was there and yeah, I kept telling her that Jeff will be her brother in-law one day (only cause I just love syaing how much Viv loves Jeff when she actually think Chuck's the best choice) So, Viv and Shenn also happen to have an older brother so when I said " This guy *points at Jeff* will be your brother in-law one day" and she nodded. Then Viv goes " Yeah, he's koh's husband ( koh = older brother)" then i was like " No, he's your husband! *turns to Shenn* just remember this is your brother in-law. he's called Jeff" ...flash forward abit....there was this part with the MTV Asia Awards thingy and then David was upclose with the camera going " Asian fans, ROCK!" and he did the rock sign with his hands...and guess what, Shenn goes and says " Eeyeee, so ugly" and I was like laughing so much!!!! I was like " OMG, your sister is evil" to Viv but she ignored me and laughed.

noxcuse @ 2005-01-16T18:14:00

2005-01-16T10:22:02Z

Ehhh, I'm thinking off a new picture to put as my icon but I can't take one yet...i'm thinking about using the one that I unintendedly drew at school, it's all black and white and david looks so surprised...and that's scary...i wanted to add his glasses but my friends were forcing me not to...they were like grabbing my wrists and going...don't do it, don't do it!!! so i didn't do it....

i thought, my david and seb icon would make a nice icon but it sucked....here's the original copy...the icon one was too blur and hideously ugly!!!

i don't like it though...seb's eyes are like, way toooooo big and up and david...he looks frikkin old here...so i just gotta wait until i can create a new icon....damn ...i dunno how ot use a photoshop, i only use microsoft paint to do all my wordings....colouring....i dunno how to colour via photoshop and microsoft paint so its colour pencils all the way....crayons and oil paints, i suck them.....so im a loser!!!!

check this out, it's holy retarded...we were told to make up lines and here's my result, offending but the teacher's know im a bad girl!!!

I'm a bitch
I'm a slut
I'm a whore
And a retard
Yet I can't do things my own way

I can't sleep
I can't think
And my hearts started to sink
And no one understands what I say

that's it, there were more but I don't wanna kill anybody's eyes with it....hold retarded, neh?

x Seph x

blabala

2004-12-29T07:52:48Z

Title: Lost and Found
Author: Seph (right, me again!)
Chapter: One
Rating: PG-13 (that’s all I can do)
Summary: Pierre found a lost black kitten but what will he do with it? Keep it or find its true owner? Read and find out his decision.

A/n: Sorry I started a new fic without completed the other one, I promise I will complete the other fic, as well as this one! I’m sure you know who I mean by the ‘ black kitten’ right? Okay, let’s just enjoy reading this. Okay? Okay!!! Enjoy!!!!

Chapter One

Living is one of he best things in the world. At least that’s what I keep hearing on the news, from the neighbours and possibly every single soul I’ve met. Every single day, the sentence ‘ I’m just so lucky to be alive’ enters my head. Why? Because my neighbour, a nice old lady, whom I usually called Mrs. Adams, almost met her death last week, but she was lucky enough to escape that terrible car accident. What happened to her, I don’t even want to recall it. She was always telling her friends how lucky she was and how great was it to survive such an accident. I wish something like that would happen to me so I can rant about how much my life meant to me, maybe an accident might open my mind and make me start appreciating my worthless life. Seriously, it’s worthless.

You know that stupid poem by William Shakespeare? The Life’s Brief Candle one? I really hate it but somehow my brain managed to make room for it. And now I can even recite the whole shit during my sleep. How lucky am I? Yeah, I was being sarcastic. Anyway, like I said, I hate that poem a lot. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it like hell! I always thought I hated that poem because it sounded corny and it was about a candle, who cares about a candle? Only hippies and gypsies do! But now that I thought over about it, I hated it because it related with the way I was living. My freakin’ life was like a freakin’ candle, you light it up, trying to look for a brighter side or a way out of the darkness but in the end the light fades away and your life is taken over by the darkness again. Everything you’ve done to find your way out fades away, signifying nothing.

How stupid is that? How the hell can a lame poem relate to my life? I don’t even have a single candle in my house. About my house, it’s an ordinary house, with a roof, door, a set of windows and walls. I’ve been living there ever since I decided it was time to be a man and leave my parents. Yeah, as if leaving my parents made my life any easier or made me a little more mature. Truth is, the house doesn’t even belong to me, and it belongs to my roommate, Chuck. I’ve known him since junior high and we’ve been best buds for life. But Chuck rarely returns home, I don’t even want to know where he has been or what he’s been doing, so I usually have the house all to myself. And that’s a good thing. If Chuck were home, he’d force me to help clean the house and do the laundry but I never obeyed him, and he ends up doing every chore by himself. He’s an easy pushover with a mind of a middle-aged businessman.

Enough about Chuck, he’s not home anyway so why should I speak about him? Maybe the house misses him? Ah, I really don’t care.

Great, I just noticed that I’m still lying in my room. Who cares, I don’t have school today but I did have work. School, I hate it, only because I’m not the most popular person in school and I’m not exactly an A-student. Work, I work part time as a waiter at the stupid little café called ‘ The White Rose’. Why is it called that, I dunno, maybe cause it’s my boss’s favourite colour is white and he loves roses. Nah, its called ‘white rose’ cause; his late wife always wore everything in white and her name was Rose. So yeah, that’s the history of ‘ Why the café was called The White Rose’. Poor dude, must’ve been pretty hard to lose someone that meant so much to him. I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with any of those things. I don’t have anyone special in my life and I’m gonna keep it that way. Having someone special is like… I can’t really say anything, I never had anyone special so who am I to speak?

Oh yeah, my boss has a daughter called Chloe. She works part-time as a waitress in her father’s café and she also goes to the same school as I do. She’s really nice and has been helping me out since the first day I started working at her father’s café. She was the one who got me the job there, after I told her that I needed money and had to help Chuck with the rent. Man, she’s really cool. Pretty, smart, kind and perfect! She’s prefect! Wait before you start getting confuse or anything, I wanna point out that I don’t have a crush on Chloe, we just happened to be really good friends. Chuck visits me at the café sometimes, he flirts with Chloe a lot but she doesn’t seem to be interested in him. I once asked her what type of guy she liked, just doing a favour for Chuck since he wanted to know if he was her type, and well, instead she asked me if Chuck was the one who wanted to know or was it me. So I came clean and told her it was Chuck who wanted to know. But she didn’t tell me what type of guy she liked, instead she told me she already had someone she liked – and it wasn’t Chuck. Poor Chuck, when I told him that, he was pretty depressed for like 15 minutes, then he took off and continued hitting on this girl called Janet. Man, Chuck sure can heal fast.

“ Fuck!” I said, getting out of my bed. I muss my hair as I got up and headed to the bathroom to do the things that needs to be done daily. After I was done with the bathroom, looking a little fresher, I went to my closet, searching for some new clothes. I grabbed a pair of trousers and a nice navy shirt that had ‘ Rock On’ written on it. I put both my shirt and trousers on and headed downstairs. I looked around, to see if Chuck had been home or not. I guess he wasn’t, seeing as how the living room was just the way I left it last night. Damn, it looked like someone trashed the whole house when it was only me looking for the remote control. I sighed and went to the kitchen.

Even the kitchen was in a mess; dishes still in the sink, there were misplaced cups and plates everywhere and I even found some ants crawling around the plate of leftovers on the table. I thought about having breakfast in the kitchen but in this messy condition even the beggars wouldn’t enter if I invited them over for lunch. So I just looked at the kitchen one last time, shook my head in disappointment and left the kitchen. I sighed as I made my way to the front door. I placed my hand on the doorknob, turned it and the door swung open. I stepped out, closed the door behind me and locked the door just so no burglars could steal anything inside. As if there was anything to steal.

I walked along the road, greeting the neighbours as I passed their houses. A simple ‘ good morning’ always worked for them. At least that would make them think of me as a responsible and polite person instead or a worthless, immature lowlife. No one could ever judge the way I really was from the way I looked. I’ve been told a hundred times by the old ladies that I was a nice, helpful, trustworthy, responsible and sweet young man but what they didn’t know was deep inside, I wanted to run away from it all. I wanted to be someone that had a meaningful life, someone that actually knew what they were doing when they were doing something, someone that people would not think ill of, just someone that had futures.

As those thoughts swam around my mind, I finally made it to my destination, my working place, ‘The White Rose’. I entered through the backdoor, switched into my working clothes – a plain white shirt and a navy blue apron with a tag that had my name on it and of course a little white rose to represent the café. I got to wear my own trousers and shoes, at least. I sneaked up behind the counter, just so no one could catch me for being late but I was wrong.

“ Mr. Bouvier!” shouted a very familiar voice.

I turned around and found my boss standing behind me, squinting at me with his arms crossed on his chest. “ Oh, what’s up, Mr. Kwan” I said, casually, appearing innocent with my left hand behind my neck.

“You’re late – again!” He told me, pointing at the clock above it. It was a real big circle-shaped clock with red outlining.

Suddenly I heard a giggle, not just any giggle, a very familiar giggle. “ He’s just 15 minutes late, as usual” Chloe said, passing her father. “It’s okay, dad, I’ll take it from here” She told her father; he nodded and walked back into his office. She placed a tray of empty glasses and plates on the counter and smiled at me. “ So, what’s your excuse this time?”

I looked at her surprised. I laughed. “ I was helping an old lady to cross the road when one-eyed aliens came out from a bush and tried to steal her handbag. So I did the only thing I could do, I kicked the aliens’ asses and sent them back to Mars”

She laughed. “ Pierre, you expect me to believe that? This excuse is even cheesier than the one you gave me yesterday” She walked over to the sink and started washing a few plates. As she washed the plates, she said to me. “You remember that? The one when you told me you saved orphans from a burning house and the president rewarded you with cheeseburgers”

“Hey, that was a cool one! Cheeseburgers are great rewards, if you ask me!” I said, folding my arms and looking really proud of my fake excuses.

“Yeah, real cool. Think of a more natural excuse next time!” Chloe said, throwing a wet cloth at me. I caught it, my eyes trailed from the wet cloth to Chloe; I looked at her awkwardly and wondered what was it for. “ In case you’re trying to figure out what the wet cloth is for – its for you to clean up table 14” She answered me smartly.

I walked across the counter to the table with the tag 14. “ Yeah, yeah… real smart, you know-it-all” I said it, slightly loud but didn’t mean it.

“I can hear you, you know?” She claimed from behind the counter.

I looked over to only see her back; she was still washing the dishes. I took the opportunity to pull a face behind her face.

“Stop that Pierre” She said casually without turning around.

“But, wait… how did you – no, what?” I was confused. I looked around to see if there was a mirror anywhere near the sink but there wasn’t so how did she know.

She finally turned to face me. She smiled. “ Pierre, how long have you been working here?”

“About…” I counted the months in my mind with my fingers. “ …about 5 months and 4 weeks”

“That’s right, how can I not know what you’re going to do if you’re always doing the same old things”

I looked up and popped my hand with the other hand. “ Right…”

Again, she laughed. “ Now get back to work or I’ll make you wash the rest of the dishes”

“Yes ma’am” I said, jokingly and went back to table 14 to complete my task.

Chloe and I weren’t the only workers there, there were 3 cooks, 2 waitresses and 3 waiters. One of the waitresses was Chloe and the other one was this flashy, high-maintenance uptown girl called Jessica, I called her Jess since we were friends. Chloe usually tells her off for trying to seduce the customers and her co-workers – that means me, Pat and Seb. Oh yeah, about the waiters – that means me, Pat and Seb. Our boss calls him Sebastien but since we’re all friends, we call him Seb. Seb is a really sweet, helpful and responsible dude. He knows how to control situations when they get ugly. Once, a customer got so mad at his order that he wanted to sue us but Seb managed to calm him down and change his mind. Pat, is sorta lazy at times but he still gets the work down. I think Seb’s the closest to Pat since they’re always cracking up their little weird leprechaun jokes. Once, Pat asked me “ What do you get at the end of the rainbow?” and I answered. “ Uh, a pot of gold?” and he went “ No, no, no, you get a leprechaun guarding a pot of golden coins” And then Pat and Seb starting laughing their asses off. I never understood their little leprechaun jokes, it’s just too weird. I mean, tales of a little gold-obsessed bearded Scottish man in green really creeps me out.

So there I was, cleaning the tables, as the rest of the guys did their thing (what thing?) Chloe was washing the dishes that suddenly pilled up, Seb was jolting down orders from the customers, Pat was unbelievably sweeping the floor for once and Jess, she was putting on her lipstick. Real helpful. So, when I was done cleaning the table, I went back to the counter and sat down on one of the spinning chairs – I dunno what they were called but all I knew was these chairs could spin round and round like a merry-go-round! I looked up at Chloe. “ Hey, Chloe, do you like to live?”

“Excuse me?” she turned around, dropping the sponge and squinting at me. “ What did you say?”

“I mean, do you feel that you life is worth it?” I asked her as I played with the serviette holder – I had no idea what they were called either, all I knew was that it was like a silver container with serviettes in it.

She stopped looking shocked and shrugged her shoulders. “ I dunno, I guess so” She went back to work, but suddenly turned to me again. “ Pierre, why are you asking me this question?”

I had no idea what to tell her. I didn’t even know why I asked that in the first place so how I could tell her anything if I didn’t even have an answer. I just shrugged my shoulders. “ I dunno, I’d usually ask Chuck but he isn’t around so…there” I cut myself off.

“Oh?” She said, looking a little disappointed and putting her attention back to the dishes. “So where’s Chuck?” she asked without turning.

“Chuck, he’s with this stupid club and has to spend a few nights at their centre. Poor guy, surrounded by nerds” I teased and I could hear Chloe laughing as well.

Just as I was about to get comfortable, a customer walked into the café. At first I couldn’t quite put my fingers on whether it was a girl or guy. I mean, his hair was kinda long for a guy but kinda short for a girl so I couldn’t really tell and besides the person had a hood on. So I looked at one decent area where it could prove if this person was a guy or a girl. I looked at the person’s chest and saw – nothing so it had to be a guy. As the new customer sat at a table, I continued to stare at him. He looked so, so bizarre. He was wearing an all black outfit – black hoodie, black jeans, black trainers and he even wore eyeliner so I assumed he was a goth or something. The goth boy (I decided to call him that after much deliberation) just sat there, waiting, and gazing into space.

I turned to Jess, who was sitting about 4 seats away from me. I coughed loudly to get her attention and it worked. She looked at me, so I looked at her then I turned to the goth boy, signalling her to go and service him (uh, I don’t mean that service – Jess isn’t a whore, at least I don’t think she is in the day, that is) She turned over to the goth boy, then she glared at me and shook her head. I glared back and mouthed the words ‘ Why not?’ she must’ve understood me cause her mouthed-reply was ‘ He’s scary’. I sighed, rolled my eyes and shrugged my shoulders. I thought to myself: If Jess wasn’t going to ask him for his order, I guess I had to do it. Damn she’s hot but lazy.

I got up from my seat, took out a little notebook from my pocket and went over to the goth boy. He looked up at me, as though he didn’t expect anyone to come. Now that I’ve seen his face, not only did he have eyeliner around his eyes but he had a nose ring, a lip ring and two earrings on each ear. Damn, now I’m really convinced that he was a goth. I wonder if he has any tattoos? Okay, I almost forgot what I was doing. I blinked my eyes and saw him, he was looking at him like I was some kind of freak show – look who’s talking, Mr. I-am-a-goth-with-eyeliner-and-6-piercings. Wait, he didn’t even talk…what the hell am I doing? He was probably looking at me cause I was looking at him from head to toe. Damn, that was so rude, if someone did that to me, I’d blow.

“Sorry” I said, a little embarrassed as I looked to my side. I turned back to him and tried to smile. “ So, what would you like?”

He nodded and looked at the menu on the table. He stared at it for approximately 20 seconds, then turned to me. “ I think I’ll have a cup of coffee” he said nicely, eyes still on the menu. Man, is it me or did that goth boy’s voice turn me on? His voice was like, not as deep and loud as the guys I’ve known, yet you could tell it was a guy’s voice. He had a gentle voice, I guess if ever he shouted, he wouldn’t sound too loud or too pissed.

Again, I was absently minded staring at the goth boy. I blinked and shook my head. “ A cup of coffee, right? Okay, coming right up!” I gave him a faint smile cause I couldn’t complete a full smile. I went back to the counter to fix up a cup of coffee. From the counter, I could still see him, he was just sitting there, innocently looking around like he was unfamiliar with the place. He looked up, then he looked down, like he was lost. It was so interesting that I hadn’t notice the cup I held was overfilled with coffee. I shouted in pain as the coffee spilled and scald my hands.

“Pierre!!!” Chloe shouted, running towards me with a clean wet towel. She gently placed the wet cloth on my red hand. “ What’s wrong with you, Pierre? It’s not like you to do things so absent-mindedly, I would’ve expected something like this to happen to Patrick but not you”

“Hey!!!” Pat shouted as he passed Chloe and me, sweeping along the floor.

Chloe smiled and giggled. “ Kidding!!!”

Pat snorted and continued sweeping the floor.

“Are you alright?” Chloe asked very concern, taking the wet cloth away. “ Do you want some ice?” She looked worried, really worried.

I shook my head and smiled. “ Nah, it’s alright, you go ahead and continue your work. I can handle everything. Thanks”

Chloe looked at me, looking a little red. She quickly turned away from my gaze. “ O-okay…” She nervously and ran back to the sink.

I looked at my hand. I still could feel the pain of the hot liquid but that didn’t bother. I went back to the counter, poured another cup of coffee, and placed a few packets of sugar for the goth boy. I walked over to his table and placed the cup and saucer on it, gently and slowly, just in case it spilled on my hand, again.

He looked up at me. “Sorry…” He apologised in an innocent voice.

I looked at him awkwardly. What was he apologising for? He didn’t do anything to me at all. “Sorry? You didn’t do anything”

He looked down, turned to me and pointed at my currently red hand. He looked as if he was the one who caused it but it was actually my own clumsy fault for not being more attentive.

I looked at my hand and laughed. “ This? It’s not your fault, man. I was just wasn’t paying attention when I poured the coffee, I was busy staring at you” What the fuck did I just say?

He looked at me, this time, he looked shocked or freaked out.

I quickly shook my head. “ No!!! I didn’t mean I was staring you, not you… I mean I was staring your… your…your chair”

“Chair?” He repeated, looking over at the chair he was sitting on. “ You want this chair?” He asked, politely, standing up.

“No, no, no!!!” I yelled, freaked out. What was he doing? I pushed him back to his sitting position, he just looked up, stunned after I got him sitting on the chair again. “ Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that… I just…” I had no idea what I was saying at that moment. I just felt so nervous, so embarrassed, just so, so flushed. I couldn’t think of what to say so I had to run away from explaining it to him. “ …oh I think I hear Chloe calling me, well, gotta go, duty calls. I’m a really busy waiter. Bye” I said to him and walked back to the counter.

When I reached, I sat down under the counter and started taking long deep breathes. My heart was beating so fast, I think I was starting to sweat a little, and why did I feel so embarrassed. It wasn’t really anything embarrassing so why was I so embarrassed? Why was my heart beating so fast each time the goth boy looked at me. Why I focussing on his face so much? Why just why? Why was I asking myself so many ‘why’ questions?

“Pierre, you okay?”

“Gahhhh!!!” I almost jumped as Seb, squatted under the counter with me. “ Seb? Shit you, you almost gave me a heart attack!”

“I did?” Seb, said innocently looking at himself. “ Sorry, I didn’t know I was much of a shocker” He said, looking rather pleased with himself.

“You’re not so don’t flatter yourself, Seb” I teased, pushing him to the left. He almost fell since the way he was squatting was unbalanced. “What’re you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“Look who’s talking? You work here too,” Seb reasoned. He sat on the floor, just in case I decided to push him again and he really fell on his face. “ Hey, did you see that customer in black, he’s so cool!”

I looked at him, unsurprised. “ You mean the goth kid, yeah I saw him. He ordered a cup of coffee from me, didn’t you hear me shouting just now when I scald my hands with boiling hot coffee?”

Seb poked his head. “ Oh I didn’t hear you, must’ve been because the customer ordering from me had a louder voice than you. Anyway, you what? The cool guy ordered from you? No fair! I wanted to speak to a cool guy” Seb pouted, looking disappointed.

“Hey, don’t fret, man. You’re already speaking to a cool guy” I teased.

Seb looked at me and laughed. He punched my shoulder, playfully. “ What makes you think, you’re cool?”

I grinned. “ Well, you’re not cool, so that means I’m cool”

“Real funny, Pierre. You don’t even have one piercing and that cool dude had like 6 piercings. Did you see his ears, nose and mouth? Cool!!!” Seb exclaimed, looking excited for no reason. He looked up and turned to me. “ Do you think he has any tattoos?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “ No idea”

7 hours had already passed, it was officially closing time, time for us to go back home. We cleaned up the café, made sure everything was placed correctly in order, and we went to change back into our casual wear. We turned off the lights, shut every electrical devices odd, pulled the gate of the café down, locked it up, said goodbye and went to our own directions. My way home was so different from the of the guys, they headed left and I headed right so I couldn’t walk home with anyone. I usually walked home by myself. If Chuck wasn’t with his stupid club, we could’ve walked home together, like we usually did when he visited. Now I’m nothing but a loner walking home. I sighed.

“Damn, it’s chilly” I said to myself as I felt myself shiver.

I walked along pavement, passing some blocks and a huge alley. Suddenly I heard some shouting at the alley I passed. I stopped walking, turned around and peeked into the alley. There I saw, three figures. Two guys were beating up the other helpless guy. I had no idea what to do, I wanted to help but the other two guys looked fierce and had killer eyes to match. So I did the only thing I could do, I took out my cell phone, clicked on the menu, searched in the gallery for my ringtones and I found the ringtone I was looking for. I set the volume to full and suddenly there was this loud police car siren blasting all over the place. I heard the guys saying “Let’s scram, the coppers are here!” and by the time I looked into the alley again, the two bastards were out of sight. God, I seriously that wouldn’t work but it did, then I thought over about it, I could’ve called the police right away but instead, I was immature and used a police car siren ringtone instead. See, I’m such a clever person!

Wait, I just remembered the guy that the two bastards were beating up. I ran into the alley and found the guy lying on the ground, probably unconscious. I walked over to the poor guy, carried his head up, it was then I noticed who he was. I remembered his familiar hoodie, familiar jeans, familiar eyeliner, familiar piercings. It was the goth boy!! What the fuck should I do? I had no idea where he lived and I can’t just leave a bruised goth boy in the alley where someone could just pick him up and rape him – whoops, wrong thinking, think positive, Pierre! Right, what do I do now? I pulled his hood down because I thought it would help but it didn’t. When I pulled it off, I saw something really weird, again, there was something around his neck. It was a…it was a…

“A cat collar?”

TBC…

A/n: How stupid, a ringtone… seriously, I had no idea…and that was the first thing that smacked me in the head. Again, I wanna apologise for starting a new fic without finishing the other one… I mentioned that already right? Right, as for chapter two, it’s still in the making of and I’ll try to post a chapter with a bonus image for this fic, okay? That’s why when I say chapter two will be posted in quite a long time, I mean it, cause I wanna have a bonus image posted along with it so sorry if everything is delayed and fucked up, I just really want to put some of my stupid artworks along with some of my stupid writings. Haha, I really dunno what to say now…Oh well, a simple bye-bye is good right? Then, bye!!!

There's a bonus image I've added here, I hope ya like it!!!!

Look at that, if you're wondering what's on David's head, those are little kitty ears with piercings, I even added some pink eyeliner under his deep dark black eyeliner, it's very hard to notice, like anyone cares right? That's real stupid right? And Pierre, I bet some of you saw him and thought " Why the hell does Pierre have two eyebrows!!??" Sorry if that freaked you out, it's supposed to be Pierre closing his eyes like this --> ^_^ but I guess it backfired...aww, so sorry for posting my shitty images!!!! And if you look at the kitten David properly, you can see his little collar, it has a bell, a buckle and a red star with his name on it, but it's hard to notice!!! Thank you for reading and looking at this image, hope it didn't burn your eyes or anything...sorry!!!

noxcuse @ 2004-12-26T20:20:00

2004-12-26T12:48:39Z

hmmmmm i was supposed to post chapter 4, 5, 6 and 7 of I'm Okay, I Mean It here but i juts forget and I don't think i'm gonna either cuz im lazy.....yeah right, im lazy why am i writing this now? oh yeah, its cuz im really really bored.....i just dont think im gonna post it...should i? nah, i trust hott_baguettes, you can find it there...nyehehhehehe!!!!

i wonder why i called my fic ' I'm Okay, I Mean It' it sorta reminds me of My Chemical Romance's I'm not Okay, I Promise....uh, my fic sucks and MCR rocks!!!!

lalalalla, im seriously bored....look at me, im freaking out....ugh//// okay im not freaking out, im just pressing on the wrong keys on the keyboard..... i have a habit to do lots of (......) and (!!!!!) it's habit, my finger is used to it.!!! bwahahahahaha, im bored....someone entertain me...ugh, not that way, the decent way!!!!

im thinking about a fic, which has David as an abandoned black kitten and well, Pierre finds him but he has to decided whether he's gonna return David to his owner or keep him? hmmm...i started on chapter 1 but i don't think i wanna post it yet...i think i gotta finish my current project first then only i'll post the new one.... i think it;s gonna be called " Lost and Found" or something like that, the title is in my documents but im too lazy to check it...aww well...if anyone wants to steal that plot....go ahead....but i wanna write it too so i'll steal it back!!!! nyahahahah, nah, we'll share!!!!

seriously, im talking to myself...i have no life....uh, im living but it's worthless.....

usually when an author writes a fic, they tend to add some of their characteristics into the characters, right? i think, that's how all stories are potrayed....i like using the same words over and over.....i just realise i haven't sweared yet...impressive, that's gotta stop.....i need to swear but im not angry or mad, im just bored and hyper....hyper - i ate too much sugar-filled cookies....ahahhahaah!!!!

i remember once we had to a project, and i totally freaked out...i kept complaining to the people in front of me, my buddy who was next to me, keep telling me to calm down and chill but i was actually swearing and scratching my desk with my fingernails....wow, im so brutal!!!! well, i did kick a chair over in school just cuz i couldnt stand my fren's attitude...bitch...hey i sweared....celebrate!!!!!

whore whore whore slut slut slut trick trick trick hooker hooker hooker prost prost prost....i have those words circling my glue bottle...i dunno i just decided to decorate my glue bottle cuz it was so plain...actaully it had an ugly pink wrapping with a bunny on it so i got rid of it...i burnt my eyes.....anyway, i kinda dislike the colour pink....i can't stand guy's wearing pink but i really can't help it if it's a guy i like wearing pink....take David for example...i saw him with the pink t-shirt and i was like. " omg, what's he wearing? pink!!!! damn he looks hot but pink? whaaaa pink?" then i dropped it.... i really can;t help it, as long as he looks hot in it, im fine with it!!!! ....

i love the colour black.....once i went shopping (i hate shopping) for black things...everything in my paper bags were black...and i was also already dressed in black...i had a black top, black shorts, black socks, black converse trainers, heck, my hair was naturally raven black, and well, i had balck eyeliner around my eyes...so those assholes and bitches were like staring at me....couldnr they just keep their freaking eyes off me???? i aint a freak show, yknow? anyway, i shot them dead stares and said "fuck you" to them, they didnt chase me though, i went off by my own with my friends....!

im really bored now...and full too, just finished my dinner...hehehehe!!!! i think i wana sign off now...beybeyebebebebeyebbyebebebebye....i mean BYE!!!!

x Seph x

noxcuse @ 2004-12-18T21:23:00

2004-12-18T13:25:34Z

Title: I'm Okay, I Mean It!
Chapter: Three
Author: Seph, that's me!
Rating: PG-13 (I like it that way)
Summary: The boys of SP gets a day off, goes to the mall and everything just screws up as David is having is monthly mood swings and Pierre bribes the other guys to get him to be happy. Oh yeah, and life becomes even better/ worse when Pierre gets jealous at everything around David.

***

A/n: Back with another, I have nothing to say… I have the mood to write and lots of ideas so I’m writing this, all in one-shot! I like that word! “ One-Shot!!!” I feel relieved, haha. So, Let’s begin, Okay? Okay!

Chapter Three

***

We entered the shop Jeff spotted while we were picking on Chuck. It was called ‘ Get Some And More ’ Pretty stupid, if you ask me. What the hell did that mean? To me: Get Some customers And More money, or even better Get Some David And More moans… but that’s just me, I wonder what the others thought cause we were like staring at the huge sign of the shop for like, 5 minutes. And I heard Seb and Patrick making fun of the name of the shop too.

“Get Some chicks And More babies” Seb said. Patrick started snickering.

“I got one! Get Some Jeff style And More bald men”

Now, both of them were laughing.

“Get Some Chuck And More Eggs”

“Why eggs?”

“Cause’ he’s a mother hen!”

“Oh!”

They laughed together and started pushing each other.

“How about: Get Some stupid people like Seb and Pat And More ass-kicking and head-rolling will happen?” Chuck suggested, suddenly appearing behind Seb and Pat, looking really pissed and scary.

“Yes sir!!!” both of them said and ran into the shop

Chuck smirked to himself as though he accomplished something good when all he did was get Seb and Pat running like little girls inside a clothes store… how fun…

David was leaning against the wall of dressing room, holding up a few tacky clothes. Jeff probably chose David to carry all those items for him, seeing as how Seb and Pat were running through clothing and counters, like little kids playing tag and Chuck, well, Chuck was being sane and looking through a bunch of pants. I looked at David and felt really sorry for him and I really, really wanted to make him smile but how could I? He’d probably get pissed and stomp out of this shit shop. So the only thing I could do was ask Chuck to do it instead.

“Hey Chuck,”

Chuck jumped. Looking a little startled. “ Oh, hey Pierre. What’s up?” He continued rummaging through pants.

“I was just wondering if you could help me…” I leaned against the railings of the thing, whatever that’s called again, that kept the pants from falling onto the floor.

Chuck looked up, a little concern. “ Help you? Help you with what? Look for some new pants?” He said, showing the pair of pants he held right in front of my face.

I pushed it away, and gritted my teeth. “ No, smarty pants. I wanna show you something…”

Chuck looked at me, wide-eyed and aghast. He quickly turned back to his pants corner, “ No!!! Pierre, whatever you wanna show me. Don’t do it here or in the bus or at all! I don’t wanna see anything from you! I’m gonna take off my contact lenses if you do it!”

Damn, he’s loosing it. Even if he did take off his contact lenses, he would still be able to see things except it’ll be very blur. I know, I’ve tried… I once tried on Chuck’s glasses just for laughs and I felt dizzy and I think I tripped over something and landed on David’s lap. Ah, good old David’s lap, which is very close to his – Whoa… pause there! Did I just thought about David’s… ugh, back to reality and confused Chuck, “ No, I’m not gonna show you that! Why would I anyway? I wanna show you this…come with me”

I dragged Chuck to a corner where we could see David, sulking, yawning and passing Jeff some clothes from the top. Chuck looked at David, turned to me and raised an eyebrow. “ So? It’s just David, what’s so special. I see him everyday doing that…”

“No, you ass! I’m talking about his sulkiness, it… well, it pisses me off!”

“What? It does? Why don’t you tell him that, maybe he’ll lighten up?”

“I can’t…”

“Why?”

“I just can’t…” Suddenly I had the urge to blush for no reason

“What the fuck is wrong with you Pierre!” Chuck yelled, throwing the pants away. “ You’re being a pussy! You’re the one who always calls me a pussy and here you are, acting like one! You stupid pussy!” Chuck enjoyed calling me that, cause the grin on his face told me so.

“But… what? Hey! That’s my line, why’d you steal it! Never mind! The thing is… if I talk to David he’ll tell me to fuck off”

“So? What’s new about that?”

“Not the point, Chuck! The thing is, I wanna see him smile… seeing all sulky and moody, well, makes me… makes me… it just makes me feel awkward!” I started to blush even deeper. Why was this happening?

“Oh I see what’s going on…” Chuck said, rubbing his chin, and smirking really wide. Hey, smirking is my thing! Cleaning up and being a mummy is Chuck’s thing! “ You’ve got a thing for David!!!”

“What? Hell no! Don’t go assuming things like that!”

“Fine. What do you need me to do then?” Chuck sighed, folding his arms on his chest.

“I want you to… cheer David up. Make him smile and keep him from being a bitch. Maybe ask why he’s being like that…”

“Dude, he’s having his mood swings”

“Smart ass…” I knew that but the thing is… I wanted to know what the blonde dude said, why he harassed David and why was David so pissed about it. I really wanted know but Chuck didn’t see any that so how could he possibly even know what I wanted him to ask. I can’t just tell him, if I did, he’ll be suspecting me of more stupid things… “Chuck’s just stupid…”

“What?”

Oops, did I say that aloud. “ Nothing… so you’ll help me?”

“Oh yeah… for a price!”

The smile on my face melted and turned into a frown. A price? Damn, this guy was such an evil devil. “ Okay, what do you want?” I asked, reluctantly.

“How about… 20 bucks!” Chuck chipped off.

“What? 20 bucks? That’s murder!”

“Yeah, so what? I wanna buy this pants and they cost about 15 bucks…”

“What’s the other 5 bucks for then?”

“Socks!”

“Oh… okay…” I took out my wallet and gave Chuck 20 bucks. I wanted to cry, it was like… loosing money just to get David to smile. Did he meant that much to me? He must’ve… why would I be doing this shit then? Does that mean David is worth 20 bucks to me?

“Nice doing business with you, Mr.Bouvier” He took the money from me, grabbed his pants from the floor, got some socks and headed for David. I thought it would be better to just stay where I was and not move but I was a busybody and I just had to eavesdrop on their conversation. So I sneaked behind the counter of where the dressing room was and spotted David and Chuck.

“Hey David. You okay?” Chuck asked, lowering his head to see David’s face. His hair was covering his right eye.

David looked up. “ Oh… Chuck, it’s you…” He shrugged his shoulders. “ Yeah, I’m okay…I’m just passing Jeff some clothes”

“That’s right, and he’s doing a good job too!” Jeff shouted and complemented David from inside the dressing room. He tossed another piece of fabric onto David’s head; David just took it off, blew his hair and passed Jeff another shirt.

That didn’t seem right. How could he be okay when he’s looking so sulky and kicked down. Chuck had to ask something real good to get David to bite. So, as I sat under the counter, I prayed that Chuck would ask something really, really juicy and really mouth dropping. I just waited there, all excited.

“So what do you think of this pants?” Chuck asked, smiling as he showed David the pair of pants he held in his hands. Oh, real juicy, Chuck… I was hoping for something even better but no… what do you think about this pants? Nice one, Chuck, that’s really great! I guess I was hoping for too much.

“They’re nice, I guess” David answered, looking at it. He looked down. “ Hey Chuck” he said in a more serious voice.

“Yup?”

Oh, I think he’s biting!

“ I think those socks match really nicely with those pants”

“Oh, hey, thanks! I thought so too!”

Great, just great… I paid Chuck 20 bucks for nothing. All he could fish up was a conversation about his pants. That’s just so brilliant! I soon found myself, knocking my head against the counter’s wall. My head hurt and the sound of my head meeting the wall was really loud.

“Excuse, sir. This area is only for staffs.” A lady came up to me and told me.

When I stood up, David and Chuck were staring at me like I was some kind of alien. “ Sorry,” I said to the lady with my head down and a pinch of red passing through my face. I wanted to run to some other area where David wouldn’t see me looking so pathetic but Chuck called out to me.

“Pierre!”

I turned my head and answered him with a fake smile. “ Yes????” I was dragging my words.

“What were you doing there?” David asked, staring at me. Did he have to have such pretty eyes?

I looked around and tried think of an excuse that could fool them. I thought of one and hoped it’d work. “ Oh, I was playing hide-and-seek and I guess the lady found me… oh well, I gotta go and count to 10 now… bye!” I ran off like a fool, feeling so embarrassed and stupid.

As I walked to another corner of the shop, I found Seb and Pat just sitting on the floor, in between them were a few cupboards filled with clothing, so no one could really see them unless they had a sharp eye like me, and in front of them, stood a mirror. They were making really stupid faces at the mirror and laughing like hyenas. “Hey guys” I greeted, interrupting their stupid face-making contest. I guess that was definitely what it was cause when I greeted them, Seb was left hanging with his mouth open, his tongue sticking and his bottom eyelids were pulled down by his fingers. Now, a face like that could make children cry…

“Hey Pierre” Pat waved.

“Fhei, Fheeirre” Seb said, still having a stupid face. He was trying to say ‘hey Pierre’ I think…

“I’m gonna go with that say it’s a greeting. So what’re you guys up to?”

Seb pulled his face back to normal. “ Oh, we’re just making faces at this mirror. It’s really fun and besides no one can see us do it so it’s all clear”

“Pierre, go ahead, make a face. No one’s gonna see it, so no matter how UGLY you look, we’ll still love you, right Seb?” Pat asked, grinning at Seb.

There he goes again, calling me ugly. And did he have to emphasize on the ‘ugly’ part?

“Uh-nuh-uh! I’m falling for that again! You’re gonna make me hug Pierre and record me doing that! Then you’ll try it on Jeff and David! You’re gonna make footages of me hugging men and sell it on eBay aren’t you? You’re gonna make me look like a faggot, right? Am I right” Seb looked really crazy.

Pat raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “Uh, actually no… but since you suggested it…”

“No, forget what I said, Pat. So Pierre, why aren’t you hanging around David?” Seb asked, turning to me.

I peeked my head over. “What makes you think I’ll be hanging around David?”

“Oh, is it the other way around?” Pat asked.

“No, why David?”

“Dunno, cause you’re always around him, he’s always around you. And well, I dunno, you just look right with him.” Seb explained, as he and Pat continued making stupid, slightly funny, somehow annoying and kind of scary faces. The both of them can be really cute sometimes…

“Bleh!” I stuck my tongue out without noticing.

“Dude, that’s a good one!!!” Pat patted me on the back, laughing at me.

“What?” I asked, looking up, down, around, heck, everywhere, alarmed.

“You’re face! That was funny!” Seb pointed at the mirror.

I looked at it and saw my reflection. I had my hands pushing my cheeks, my eyes looking dull and my tongue suddenly hanging out again. As I gaze at my stupid face, I started laughing and was accompanied by Seb and Pat.

“You guys are right, stupid faces are fun!”

“Duh!” Both of them shot out.

As the three of us continued putting on stupid faces, Chuck, Jeff and David walked pass. Jeff being the alert one – sometimes, saw us.

“What the fuck are you three doing?” he shouted.

Instantly, Seb, Pat and I dropped our stupid faces and stood up, looking really sorry and embarrassed.

“Sorry, me and Pat were like doing faces and then Pierre showed up and we just made more faces and he- “ Seb took a long pause and looked at the bags Jeff was carrying in his hands. He ran up to Jeff and snatched one of his bags. “ Ooh, what’cha get? What’cha get? Anything for me?” he said, hyperactively, rummaging through things that were inside the bag. He dropped it on the floor and looked disappointed. “ Aww, you didn’t get anything for me… all you got was… lame old man clothing,”

Jeff grabbed the bag up and looked pissed. “ Seb! Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to touch what doesn’t belong to you” Jeff looked inside to make sure everything he bought was inside it. Then he looked at Seb, awkwardly. “ Did you just call my style ‘lame old man’?”

With that, he chased Seb around Pat. They ran around Pat, as though Pat was the sun and they were the planets. Jeff could’ve been any planet cause his head was shaped like one. Pat looked at them and turned to the rest of us. “ Help…”

I shook my head. “ No. Stay that way!”

Chuck laughed and stuck his hand up at Pat, all fingers down except for his thumb and his index finger, forming an ‘L’ shape. “ Loser” He teased and waved it at Pat.

“Put that away or I’ll bite it off” Pat hissed, trying to give Chuck a dirty look but he failed cause having Jeff and Seb running around him, made him lose his concentration and seriousness.

“So, where are you going now?” I asked, looking at Chuck since he decided everything.

Chuck looked at the ceiling, meaning he hasn’t thought of anything yet. “ Um…I dunno”

“ Let’s go eat!” Seb mumbled, it was unbelievable how Seb could say that so clearly. Jeff was, like pulling his cheeks and yet Seb could still talk so casually and normally. I thought he would’ve sounded worse than he did while he attempted to make a stupid face.

“Okay” Chuck shrugged.

“Yay!” Seb cheered, pushed Jeff away and ran over to Chuck to direct him to where he wanted to eat. “There!!!” He spotted one and ran to it, dragging Chuck along. Pat followed, laughing as Jeff tried to chase Seb for pushing him away.

“Come on Pierre, move your ass!” Jeff shouted.

“Coming!!!” I shouted back. I looked around for David and he was missing. I turned left and right, still no David so I turned to my back and saw David, again with the same blonde guy with sunglasses. Again, I felt a mist of jealousy and anger floating around me. It got even worse when the blonde dude tilted David’s chin, I was like… crushed when I saw that. I wanted to walk over to that bastard and slap his fucking sunglasses of his fucking face but I didn’t want to get involved either, it just seemed so wrong. As David’s eyes met his, David grabbed his hand threw it away, shouting the familiar “Fuck off, you son of a bitch!” and ended it with walking away. He looked even more pissed this time, he walked passed me and bumped my arm.

“Watch where the fuck you’re walking, Pierre!” he screamed and pushed me away. I couldn’t believe it, he was taking all his anger on me! And I didn’t do a fucking thing to him – yet… On top of all that, he bumped into me, he should watch where he was walking! He was such a bitch! I wanted to slap him but I just couldn’t. No matter how mean he was to me, he’s the David that I love and I will never do anything to hurt him.

“Fuck, I sound like a geezer” I said and followed David’s angry little aura.

To Be Continued…

A/n: Oh well, there goes chapter three. Enjoyed it? Hated it? Aww, I dunno. I guess it sounded really childish and boring right? I mean, having Jeff look at clothes, Seb and Pat acting like kids, it sounds so wrong but feels so right… Ah, well…I’ll sign out now. Have a nice day and bye bye!

noxcuse @ 2004-12-13T17:29:00

2004-12-13T09:35:53Z

Title: I'm Okay, I Mean It!
Chapter: Two
Author: Seph, that's me!
Rating: PG-13 (I like it that way)
Summary: The boys of SP gets a day off, goes to the mall and everything just screws up as David is having is monthly mood swings and Pierre bribes the other guys to get him to be happy. Oh yeah, and life becomes even better/ worse when Pierre gets jealous at everything around David.

***

A/n: Back with chapter two, yay, they’re all in the shopping mall, and it’s gonna be fun and really weird cause… wait, I’m sure you guys don’t want me to break the surprise? I don’t think there’s a surprise, though… ah, well. Enjoy, please!

Chapter Two

***

“Whoa…” I said stepping out of the tour bus, like I’ve never seen a shopping mall. That’s stupid, I made myself sound like an alien. I continued staring at the entrance of the shopping mall when Chuck suddenly bumped me in the back. “ Oof!”

“Sorry” Chuck apologised, reversing to the back a little. It wasn’t his fault though.

“ Hey, Pierre, move your ass!” Jeff yelled from behind Chuck. “ You’re not as thin as you think you are!”

“That’s right, you’re blocking our way with your fat!” Patrick teased, appearing behind Jeff, recording everything with the video camera he held.

“Oops, sorry… I’ll let the little kings pass now,” I joked, moving aside so Chuck, Jeff and Pat could put their feet on the ground.

“Ah, sweet ground.” Jeff said, taking a deep breath.

Seb jumped out of the bus like a little kid ready to enter Disneyland. “ Yeah!!! I wanna go to the arcade! Bye guys!” He tried to ditch us but unfortunately, Chuck caught him by the collar. He fussed about and tried to break free but it was no use, so he gave up. “Aw, Chuck, you’re no fun,”

“Neither are you, we’re supposed to stick together” Chuck told Seb, like a mother scolding her son, only it was Chuck scolding his…er… Seb. It’s true though, the only favour our tour manager asked in return was for us to stick together and buy him some beer. Real nice of him.

“You’re such a mother hen, Chuck!” Seb stuck his tongue out.

“Shut up, you’re such a little brat!” Chuck hissed.

Patrick was busy recording Chuck and Seb fighting and calling each other weird names. He seemed to be enjoying what was happening. “ This is good footage!”

“Yeah, dude.” Jeff agreed. He looked around. “ Hey, where’s David?”

That’s right, David wasn’t around. I didn’t feel his presence at all. “ Maybe he’s still in the bus?” I guessed.

“Could be,” Jeff looked up. And finally David stepped out of the bus, wearing his usual black jacket with the hood and his black jeans. It’s so common to find David wearing that; he’s like a black kitten! Jeff smiled at David. “ Hey, David, what took you so long?”

“Um, I was, like, putting on my eyeliner…” David answered lazily.

I looked at David’s eyes just to spot his eyeliner. “Oh, you wanted to look pretty for us, how thoughtful!”

“Ha ha, very funny, Pierre” David mumbled as the rest of us laughed.

Patrick moved the camera to David’s face and teased him. “ Hey, what’s up, pretty boy walking down the street”

David just pushed the camera aside and walked passed Patrick. “ Get that away from my face” He stood next to Seb and saw that Chuck was still holding Seb’s collar. “ What’re you guys doing?” he asked, looking blunt.

“Oh?” Chuck let go off Seb and turned to David. “ I was stopping him from running away”

“Riiiight…” David answered like he didn’t cared but he was the one who asked in the first place.

Seb bounced up and down, now that Chuck didn’t control him. “ I’m free!!! In your face, Chuck! You suck!” Seb pointed at Chuck and displayed a very childish behaviour in front of everyone. Well, he was still young so it didn’t bother any of us.

Chuck stuck all his fingers up except his thumb and his little finger. “ Read between the lines, Seb!”

Seb pouted. “ So what? I have those fingers too. That doesn’t make you special. I can do that too! See- “ Seb tried to do the same but was cut off by Jeff.

“Okay, nice, Seb, we know you can do many things. Just keep those fingers of yours in your pocket and your big mouth shut. Now, let’s just go in!” Jeff ordered.

Seb and Chuck nodded, following Jeff into the mall. Patrick followed but stopped to look at David and me, who were just standing by the bus. “ You guys coming?”

“Oh, yeah!” I nodded my head and turned to David. “ Let’s go in”

“Sure, whatever” David mumbled and walked away, leaving me all by myself. What’s up with him? After all I did for him last night? He was being a rude little bastard, no, a rude little bitch! Then I thought over and remembered his stupid mood swing so it couldn’t be helped if he acted happy for a second and bitchy another second. Oh well. I just followed behind like some left-behind lame ass.

Inside it was huge, lots of lights and decorations, lots of shops, lots of people and well, there were lots of people looking at us. Pointing and staring, I guess they probably knew who we were but didn’t approached us cause they were smart enough to know, we just wanted to be treated like humans and not celebrities. I thought the people there were gonna leave us be but some came up to ask for autographs and asked to have their pictures taken together. Don’t get me wrong, we love fans and we will never get bored with them but I, for once, just wanted to be treated like a normal person without having someone come up to me and ask. “Hey, aren’t you Pierre from Simple Plan” but I guess, wishes don’t come true. When the people finally left us alone, we continued walking around, looking around and well, shopping, I guess.

Seb stood in the middle of the mall and swirled around. “ Wow, Disneyland” he said out of the blue. Spinning round probably made him dizzy cause when he stopped, he walked like some retarded person, bumping into unknown people and finally falling onto me. “ Whoops, sorry…Pierre… wait, one, two, three… Hey, there are three Pierres! Which one of you is the real Pierre? Wait, don’t answer, I’ll choose, I think I’ll pick the one in the middle cause he’s the ugliest one,”

I slapped him in the face just to bring him back to earth. “ Snap out of it, you dumb ass!” I laughed as I push him back and froth. Wait, did Sebastien just called me ugly?

He finally stopped smiling like a retard and said. “ Hey, I was right, the middle one was the real Pierre! Damn, am I smart of what?” Seb smiled and patted his own head, like he was giving himself a prize for no reason. Did I slap him too hard that he lost his mind?

“No, you’re not smart. You just guessed correctly” Chuck pointed out, trying to make Seb feel sad. “ Besides, Pierre only has one look and it’s a real stupid and ugly one!” He teased as he turned to me, smugly.

I frowned “Shut up! What’s with you guys and me being ugly!” as I said that, I pretended to cry. I’m sure that’ll make them feel sorry for me. Hehe…

“Aw, guys! Look what you’ve done?” Jeff whined. He pointed at me as I buried my face in my hands and made little sobs. “ You made Pierre cry!”

Patrick grinned and started recording all of this. He chuckled as he zoomed in to my covered face. “Look, the mighty Pierre has fallen and he cries like a bitch” he said to the camera.

I started laughing and covered the lens of his camera. “ Stop that!”

“No! You look good, sobbing!”

“I know I look good! Whatever I do, I still look good!”

“Okay! That’s enough” Jeff said, pushing Patrick and me away. “ More footages of Pierre making out or fooling with the camera is gonna make me sick. I see him almost everyday and I’m getting sick of his ugly face!” Jeff was obviously joking cause he said all of that with a smile.

“Again with the ugly!” I stomped my feet on the ground. “That’s just plain mean!” I said and started pounding Jeff like a pillow. I knocked him over and we just started to fool around. Patrick was obviously, recording everything. Seb was jumping up and down, like he was watching a wrestling show and David, he just stood aside like a doll.

Chuck chuckled and looked around. “ Hey guys, cut it out! You’re making a scene. Now look, I wanna go and look for some new contact lenses. Mind, following me?” He asked nicely.

“Do we have a choice?” I asked. Chuck shook his head.

“Thought so” Jeff said and got off me. We stood up and arranged out shirts properly so we wouldn’t look like junkyard-people. So, we walked into the optical shop, Chuck was busy with some dude with glasses, asking about contact lenses and solutions. I didn’t care cause my eyesight is fine.

Seb sat on the chair as Jeff and Patrick pushed his shoulder so he could spin round and round the chair like a merry-go-round. “Wheeeeee!!! Faster! Faster! Full-speed ahead!” He shouted, happily. Jeff continued pushing his shoulders but Patrick stopped cause he couldn’t stop laughing from the way Seb was acting. I chuckled a few times and scanned around the shop to see where David was. He was a little lost to me a while ago. At last, I saw him sitting at a table, trying on a pair sunglasses.

“Nah, this makes me look like a fly,” David said honestly as he took of the sunglasses.

“Hey Dave!” I greeted and sat on the chair next to him. “What’s up?”

He looked at me with another sunglasses dangling from his face. “ Uh, the ceiling, duh!” He turned to the mirror, stared at it for a few minutes and finally turned to me, looking serious “ What do you think of me?”

“What?” I screamed. Damn, I was shocked from what he said. Could it be that he knew that I like him more than that? No way! I slowly felt myself panicking and my palms suddenly felt sweaty. I looked at my hands and turned to him. He stared at me, awkwardly and raised an eyebrow. His eyes were still covered by the sunglasses so I couldn’t really tell what kind of eye contact he was giving me. “Uh, what do you mean?” I asked him, trying not to give out anything.

David dropped his head, probably annoyed by what I said. “Stupid! Like I was saying, what do you think of me? Do you think this sunglasses suits me or not?”

“Oh that?” I looked at my left, then my right and finally I looked at David. “ I guess, yeah. You look good in it,” I said, honestly.

“Thanks” he smiled and turned to the mirror to look at his reflection.

“You look good in anything to me…” I clamped my mouth with my hands as I just figured out what I said. I couldn’t believe it! I just said that without thinking! He’s probably gonna be suspicious now! Damn! Stupid Pierre! Stupid, stupid Pierre!!! I wished I had a wall to knock my head on now.

“Excuse me?” He said, removing the sunglasses off his face. Fuck, did he have to look so hot to remove a pair of stupid sunglasses?

“Uh…I said …er, sunglasses don’t look good on me,” I lied. That was the first thing that came to my mind. Hopefully, it works as good as it sounds.

“Uh-huh?” David rolled his eyes, trying to tell me that I’m being stupid. Again, he turned to me, this time looking even more serious than before. “Pierre, I thought you said-“

Suddenly, there was a huge crash, cutting David off. Everyone in the shop turned to look at what happened. It was Seb, he fell on the floor, laughing hard and probably feeling pain cause damn, that crash was fucking loud. Seb got up, still laughing with his arm wrapped around his own waist. He looked up with a goofy smile and crashed to the floor, laughing even harder than before. Before I knew it, I, too, was laughing the same way Seb laughed at his stupidity. Then Patrick started laughing on his knees. Jeff followed along, laughing as he pulled a chair to sit on so he could support himself for falling down like Seb and Patrick did. David looked at us, first he looked at us, embarrassed and freaked out, before he knew it, he found himself, joining us laughing like idiots.

Chuck, on the other hand was embarrassed, no, he was fucking embarrassed. He face was red and he kept apologising to the people who worked there. Luckily, he already bought everything he needed and had the opportunity to force all of us to get up and get out of the optical shop before the people who worked there called the police on us for causing insanity. So there we were, out of the optical shop, still laughing and pounding each other on the shoulder – mostly Seb’s shoulder.

“Guys!!!!” Chuck shouted like a worried girl. “Are you nuts? How could you guys do that?”

“Do what?” David asked, hanging onto Patrick, who was still full of giggles.

“Embarrass me!!!” Chuck whined even more.

“Aw, it’s easy. We always do that, right guys?” Seb asked us. He was already sitting on the floor, still laughing.

“Not helping Seb!” Chuck let out a loud sigh. “ Ah forget it, they probably remember how we look like cause’ we’ve got Jeff and he’s bald, who can forget his head?” Chuck continued, looking really upset,

“Hey!” Jeff shouted, you couldn’t feel his anger when he said that cause he was still laughing. “ No, they’ll remember you cause’ you didn’t laugh with us. Besides it was all Seb’s fault”

Seb quickly look up and stopped laughing. “Huh? Who says? It was Pat’s fault. He pushed me too hard and I fell!”

“Me?” Pat pointed at himself, looking confused. Everyone stopped laughing. “ You were the one who fell off and started laughing. You have no grace, no support, and no talent so you fell off. Admit it!”

“Guys, guys. Enough already.” David said, looking at Seb and Pat. “ I, for once think it’s Chuck’s fault” All of us eyed Chuck.

“What? Why me?”

I smirked. “ I agree! You were the one who brought us to that poor eye shop in the first place so whatever happens, it’s your fault!”

“That’s right!” everyone said and pointed at Chuck. Poor guy, we embarrassed him and now we’re all picking on him. Oh well, that’s Chuck for you!

“Okay, don’t cry, Chuck!” I teased, pulling Chuck into a hug. Chuck just stood there like a statue so it was easy to grab him.

“Let go off me, Pierre!” Chuck yelled, trying to break free but too bad, my grip is stronger than his.

“But I love you Chuck!” I teased him and I gave a signal to the other guys, hoping they would join me and play along.

“What? Pierre, are you feeling alright?”

“I love you too Chuck!” Jeff ran over and hugged Chuck.

“Jeff? No, both of you, just let go off me. I mean it!”

Pat laughed and ran over as well. “Chuck, I love you too!!!”

“Stop that, Pat! I can’t breath! Oof!”

“No! Chuck’s mine! I love him!” David ran over to my side to hug Chuck. The nice thing was, as he hugged Chuck, he was hugging me too. Damn, this moment will last forever.

“Not you too, David? Let go already! I’m warning you!”

Seb quickly stood up and shouted. “ I love Chuck the most!!! He’s my mother hen!” Seb ran over and hugged Chuck even harder than any of us that we had to let go off Chuck. Leaving Seb there alone with Chuck. Patrick took his camera out, and recorded their little moment. Seb hugging Chuck, how cute…

“Woo, this is sexy!” I said, laughing my ass off.

“Er, Seb?” Chuck asked, looking down.

“Yeah?”

“Get the FUCK off me. NOW!”

Seb let go of Chuck and realised it was only him doing the hugging. “ Oh? What? Sorry Chuck… I thought…” He blushed lightly, then turned to us, as we laughed at him “ You little fuckers!!!” He laughed as well and went over to pummel us all.

“Hey, we were just trying to help Chuck get even!” David confessed as Seb poked his cheek.

“Oh yeah? Didn’t have to leave me there alone with him”

“Okay, Okay! Enough Seb. They helped me and I’m thankful for that so don’t worry, I won’t skin your ass – this time,” Chuck said, patting Seb on the shoulder.

“ Dude, I just saw a shop that sells nice clothes!!! Let’s go!!! Let’s go!!” Jeff demanded, dragging us with him.

“Dude, keep you pants on!” Patrick yelled seeing how pushy and excited Jeff was.

“It is on!” Jeff shouted. “ It’s just baggy, that’s all!”

Chuck stole a glance at Jeff’s pants and laughed. “ It does look like it’s gonna fall off soon”

“What?” Jeff looked at his pants and pulled them up. “ There! Perfect!”

“No,” Seb denied. “ Your ass is still fat!”

“Oh fuck up, Chuck-hugger!”

“What? Shut up, you fat ass!!!”

Chuck looked over to me. “ Shall we?”

“We shall” I nodded but stopped to notice that David wasn’t next to me, where he was supposed to be. I scanned around and saw him with another guy, a blonde guy. The guy was taller than me, shorter than me though, I couldn’t really put his face together cause he had sunglasses on. I then noticed that he placed an arm around David’s neck, and suddenly jealousy and anger shot up my face. But David looked pissed, threw the guys’ hand away and I heard “Fuck off, you bastard!” coming out from his mouth. He stomped angrily and I quickly turned away so he wouldn’t suspect that I saw everything. As he passed me, I waved at him and said. “ Hey Dave!” but he shot me down.

“Fuck off, Pierre!” David pushed my hand away and dragged his feet to follow Chuck from behind.

I looked at him, and felt…hurt. I felt like I wanted to cry but this wasn’t a big matter so I held it in. He wasn’t mad at me. I kept telling myself. He was mad at that blonde dude and was probably letting his anger on me cause I bothered him. Maybe I should just leave him be, I’ll be getting lots of ‘fuck offs’ if I approach him again. “ Oh well, “ I shrugged and followed behind the rest of the guys.

To Be Continued…

A/n: How was that? Sucks? Sorry. About the whole laughing thing, I think that was pretty stupid. Well, it’s not my position to judge anything. The truth is, after I wrote chapter one, I continued with chapter two right away but I didn’t post it yet, so sorry, I’m taking things slowly. Hehe, and about Pat’s cam, somehow I made it disappear without noticing, don’t mind right? Hope you guys like this piece…Okay, have a nice day. Bye!!!

noxcuse @ 2004-12-11T22:46:00

2004-12-11T14:49:31Z

Title: I'm Okay, I Mean It!
Chapter: One - Introduction?
Author: Seph, that's me!
Rating: PG-13 (I like it that way)
Summary: The boys of SP gets a day off, goes to the mall and everything just screws up as David is having is monthly mood swings and Pierre bribes the other guys to get him to be happy. Oh yeah, and life becomes even better when Pierre gets jealous at everything around David.

A/n: Hey there. I’m new here (who cares?) and I guess I was bored and had ideas so I wrote this… if it sucks, don’t kill me… I just wanna live!!! Hehe, okay, I’ll shut up – for now…

Chapter One

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“Guess what?”

“What?” all us answered at the same time, eyeing Chuck who stood in front of us with a wide grin.

Chuck’s grin grew even wider as he approached our bunks, so obviously we knew it had to be some good news. “ I’ve got some good news!”

“Yeah… it has to good, if you’re smiling so goofily like that,” Jeff pointed out.

“Ugh, shut up Jeff.” Chuck yelled, finally wiping the goofy look off his face. ” Anyway, I was just told that tomorrow we’d be able to go out for fun!”

Everyone’s eyes suddenly brightened up. Sebastien was the first one to talk as everyone just looked at each other in disbelief. “ You mean, no photo shoots, no gigs, no meet-the-fans sessions, and especially NO WORK?” Chuck nodded.

“This is fucking great!” I said. Suddenly I felt suspicious on why we were getting a day-off. “ Hey guys, why? I mean, why are we getting a day-off?”

“Pierre, of all people, I never thought you’d be the one asking that question,” Pat said, looking surprised. “ I always thought you’d be the happiest one to hear the phrase ‘day-off’ but now, you’re complaining! You must be a fake Pierre!!! A Pierre clone! An ugly Pierre clone!” He accused as he pointed at me, up and down.

I smacked him on the arm. “ Shut up, I’m the real Pierre. And yeah, I’m happy, fucking happy but don’t you think it’s weird? What did you mean by ugly, Pat?” Pat turned his head away from me as I gave him a killer glare. He just called me ugly, now that’s mean!

“Who cares? As long as we get to go wherever we like, then the reason doesn’t matter,” Jeff said, looking at the ceiling. He was probably dreaming or gazing into space, who knows? Then he got back to reality. “ So, where should we go?”

“Arcade! Arcade! Arcade!” Seb suggested, wailing both his arms in the air.

“Right… thanks for thinking all about yourself, Seb, real generous.” Chuck said, shaking his head at Seb.

“You’re welcome!”

Chuck sighed. “ I wanna buy a new pair of contact lenses, mine are about to reach their limit,”

“ Then go to the optical shop, Chuck, you’re the only one that needs them. I, on the other hand, wanna look for some new shirts and jeans. People always tell me that I wear the same things over and over again, and that’s starting to get annoying,” Jeff complained as he looked at himself from top to bottom.

“That’s so vain!!!” I teased, laughing and pointing at Jeff.

“Shut up, I’m not vain…” Jeff looked around the room, tracking down someone who seemed more vain than him and surprisingly; he spots David, sitting under the table. “ Ah, David’s the vain one!”

“Huh?” David turned to Jeff, looking really pale. “ Uh…ah…” He nodded and continued sighing under the table.

“What’s up with him? Usually he’ll say ‘ Shut the fuck up’ or something mean, why’s he so quiet?” Jeff asked, confused.

“ Don’t you remember, this week is the week of David’s mood swing…” as Chuck explained to the rest of the guys, I found myself staring at David. He looked so lonely, so helpless, and so… so… so cute! He looked like a little puppy waiting for someone to bring him home and I wished that someone was me. I have no idea when I started liking him in that way but I guess I just do. It still confuses me, of all people, I had to fall for him, I mean, that’s just plain weird. The first time I laid my eyes on David, I thought he looked pretty nice and approachable but no, he acted like a bitch to me and only me . Like: when I asked him something, he would ignore me or tell me to ‘fuck off’, when he did something foolish, all of us would laugh at him but he would only curse me for laughing and when I asked why he was being such a bitch to me, the only answer I ever got was a smirk, followed by a wink and with that, I found myself always staring at him, always smiling at him and always wanting him so badly. But I knew when he did that; he didn’t mean it in the way I wanted him to. So, now everything is civil and David has stopped being a bitch to me – well, sometimes but I really don’t care because I like him.

“So, David, where do you want to go?” I asked as I crawled under the table with him. Hey, I only approached him cause I care and I really didn’t want to hear Chuck give lectures on David’s mood swings for the tenth time this week. About David’s mood swings, it’s pretty girly to me cause’ guys don’t get mood swings, only girls do, well, that’s what I thought until we brought David to the clinic after we saw how weird he’s been acting a few months ago. Yeah, the doctor said David would probably get mood swings at least a week, every month due to the lack of food he’s been eating. That’s why he has such a girl-shaped body, and people mistaken him for a whore or a flat-chested girl. Okay, enough about David’s body, back to our day-off.

David looked up at me. His eyes looked so innocent and it could pull you in with just one glance so I quickly turned to my shoes. He shook his head and answered me, really slowly and gently. “ Um, I dunno… I’ll just follow wherever you guys go,” with that, he closed his eyes and buried his face into his arms that rested on his knees. I felt sorry for him, all lonely and … tired, I think.

I patted his back and stood up saying. “ Okay, have a nice rest” I really didn’t wanna leave him all alone but if I stayed, I might find myself touching him in the wrong places or stealing a kiss. Whoa, that would be bad! I returned to the guys, and hoped they had already decided on where we were going tomorrow. “ So, guys, figured out where we’re going?”

“Yeah, the mall!” Seb said, cheerfully.

“The mall?” I repeated. Just to annoy them, I asked. “ Why?”

“Well, because I suggested it and you know, everything I say is a good idea, yeah… a very good a idea,” Pat praised himself, behind him, Seb just rolled his eyes and made faces, hoping that Pat wouldn’t notice but Pat wasn’t as blunt as we thought he was. “ Seb, stop that or I’ll put those ugly faces of yours on the Internet,” He threatened; Seb quickly apologised and did another face when Patrick turned away.

“My ass!” Jeff shouted at Patrick. “ Not all your ideas are good. We decided to go with your opinion cause’ it’s convenient,”

“Yup, we’re only going to the mall, because it has a optical shop, arcade, supermarket, and a place for Jeff to buy clothes…” Chuck said, not wanting Pat to sound like a smart ass. “…like he could find anything that’s his size,” he added.

“I heard that!”

I just laughed. “ Hey, guys, do you think it’s alright to just leave David under the table like that?” I asked, looking over to David, who was still curled up like a ball under the table.

Seb peeked over Patrick’s head. “ Loner!!!” He teased as he saw David all by himself. We just laughed but I still felt like an ass for leaving him like that.

Chuck looked over. “I think he’ll be okay. This isn’t the first time he’s done that, y’know?”

“Yeah, but…”

“ Yeah, he’ll be okay, he has such a small body, though he’ll probably get cramps in the morning but that’ll be gone by the afternoon since he’s so tiny” Jeff joked as he saw how David looked smaller when he curled up like a ball.

“ Cramps?” I shouted, mindlessly. I probably freaked the guys out cause’ they jumped when I shouted. “Sorry…”

“Jeez, Pierre, if you’re so concern about the little black kitten over there, why don’t you just carry him to his bunk. I don’t think he’s heavy, like you” Pat suggested as he yawned.

“Um… okay… I guess…” I said, sounding a little reluctant but the truth was, I would be glad to do that. Wait, did Patrick just call me fat?

“If everything’s settled, then we should go to bed and save energy for tomorrow. Good night,” Chuck announced and probably went to his bunk.

Jeff followed. “ Good night!”

Seb stood up to go to his bunk but he turned back and pointed at David. “ Loner! Loner! Loner!”

Pat pushed Seb forward so he couldn’t say anything else. “ Good night, Pierre” I nodded and turned to David but before I knelt down to get him, I heard Patrick saying: “ Don’t try anything funny, Pierre!” and it finished of with Seb saying: “ David’s a loner!!!”

I just sighed, shook my head and laughed to myself as I knelt down. I put one arm around his back and another under his knees so I could carry him easily. Patrick was right, David wasn’t heavy at all, he was pretty light for a guy. As I stood up, I heard David mumbling something about how grass was green and lambs were white. Like I didn’t know that… I looked down and saw how peaceful David looked when he was asleep, like an innocent little angel with piercings on his face.

I reached his bunk and placed him on it, gently and slowly, making sure I didn’t wake him up or bumped his head into anything. For one last time, I looked at his serene face and whispered. “ Good night, David…” I closed the curtains of his bunk and surprisingly heard David responded in his sleep.

“Good night…Pierre”

I couldn’t help but blush, this wasn’t the first time he said good night to me but it was the first time I heard him say good night with my name in it. It sounded nice, it sounded better from him than anyone else, not that the rest of the guys sounded bad but in David’s voice, it sounded like Heaven. I got to my own bunk and stared above it for about 10 minutes, I got bored with staring at bottom of Chuck’s bunk and finally closed my eyes, whispering to myself.

“I love you David…”

To Be Continued…

A/n: Of course, there’s gonna be a continuation. I mean, they haven’t even gone to the mall yet and that’s the fun part to write about. Sorry, if I made them so out-of-character. If there’s anything you hate or like (as if!) about this, feel free to tell me. If it sounds like crap and it’s an eyesore to everyone, I’ll be glad to stop writing, I mean… honestly, it’s sucky right? I’ll let you decide… Okay, bye bye… have a nice day!