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My friends are psychicHe shifted a little as he started to wake up. He knew it was late in the morning, but he'd had a long night, he thought as an amused grin slowly crossed his face. He opened his eyes and looked over and there she was. Resting up against his side, her head on his shoulder, and his arm around her. Her hair was down and cascading around her shoulders and back, and he gently ran his thumb up her arm in a comforting manner. This was honestly the first time he'd been caught in this sort of position, not to say that this was awkward or unwanted. But he had just never wanted anyone like he wanted her.
Her eyelashes fluttered gently, and then she opened her eyes sleepily and looked up at him. She smiled and nuzzled gently against his shoulder. "Mmmm." She hummed lightly. "Why are you waking me up now?" She asked with an amused tone in her voice.
He chuckled and shrugged, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "I thought you said you had things to do today." He muttered in response.
NothingSpending time at home was not enjoyable. All Curtis ever did was write in his journal to either Ana or Wesley, or lay on the bed in his room and do notihng at all. Some times he sat with Ceres if she was terribly upset, but she was getting better. She cried less. Curtis figured she was less inclined to be upset over certain things because she was just a child. Her thoughts were probably generally occupied by tea parties with her dolls, or unleashing her childish imagination which could distract her from things she couldn't remember as well. Like her father.
But Curtis couldn't forget. Every day was worst than the last one, which he had never expected. He always thought things would get easier over time, but actually it was just getting worse. Like a sense of dread, or realization, that his Dad was never going to walk through the door to his room again and ask him if he needed to be tucked into his bed tonight.
"Dad, I'm too old for that now."
"Are you really? Well, time has flown."<
If I'm louder, will you see me"He's so weird, isn't he?"
"He sits here and plays music every day! I think it's cool!"
"Yeah, but he doesn't even talk, or anything."
"Well, muscians are weird, right?"
Sure, Nick didn't talk or even generally pay attention to the people that walked by, or even stopped to listen to him strum a few songs out on his guitar, but that's not why he played. He played because it was somehow in his soul to do so, and it passed the time, and he enjoyed it. If people wanted to stop and gawk, they could. He just probably wouldn't acknowledge it.
Then suddenly someone was waving their hand in front of his face and he blinked a few times and looked over. Standing there was Ignatius the 8th, and he couldn't help but smile. They'd become friends during their 3rd year at Hogwarts, although Nick still wasn't sure how that had happened, and now in the beginning of their 6th year their friendship was still going strong and it was funny, but Ignatius was one of the few people who could drag him out of hi
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dearSimon was sitting in the hallway studying by himself. He usually did this, because it was the easiest way to get things done quickly. He didn't mind studying with Troy some times, but he'd been distracting him so much lately that it was usually more effective to find some quiet times between classes to do some of his study work. As he started to take notes he heard the voices of students filtering down the hallway. They were probably moving to lunch now, and Simon decided he might go and get a bite to eat now as well, so he began to gather his things and put his papers away.
Then he looked up as he heard familiar voices and he saw Troy and Zeph turn the corner and walk towards him. They'd been hanging out a lot lately, he'd noticed. Then his eyes narrowed as he started taking notice of how they looked right now. Zeph had his arm around Troy's shoulders and both of them looked sweaty. Zeph's hair was always messed up, but now even Troy's hair was more messy than usual. They both lo
Quidditch Announcers"Curtis! Come on, why are you doing your hair right now? We're just announcing at the Quidditch game." Wesley shouted as he tapped his foot. Curtis always had some sort of weird obsession with doing his hair and Wesley could never understand it. It took him all of thirty seconds to do his hair, after all. It seemed to take Curtis almost twenty minutes, unless he had a shower, because then he'd have to dry his hair first. It was fairly ridiculous.
"I'm done, stop shouting." Curtis said as he hopped off his bed, setting his comb aside, and then hurried up to him. He pulled his suspenders up onto his shoulders and then nodded. "Let's go."
Wesley just shook his head and put his arm around Curtis' shoulders and then the two marched out of the dorm together.
When they arrived at the Quidditch pitch they were shown to the stand with the podium and microphone that would make their voices echo across the pitch. Curtis and Wes crowded over the microphone with almost matching grins. It was Gryffi
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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