Koji
The Soviet Mudkip
This idea just hit me like a sack of bricks. It's pretty much a Romeo and Juliet-esque (Well...Romeo and Romeo is probably more appropriate :p) story that I've been thinking about doing, but never got around to putting it down on paper (or forum). So here goes.
Might contain very mild sexuality and violence, but I'll try and keep it as light as I can, but I'm giving it a 15+ rating for safety sake.
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Star Cross'd
Ever since I've first laid eyes upon him I've wanted him. It's a way I cannot explain or even begin to explain, it's just there and it grows with each passing day. Perhaps I should start from the beginning so you explain why I'm writing this now and for my actions until now as well.
It all began at a party a friend of a friend of a friend who happened to be in the same English class as the host invites said friend of friend of friend, and it branches down to me as well. Now at the time I wasn't in a partying mood (my last boyfriend had just broken up with me and I was not in the mood to get drunk and rowdy in some strangers house). But my friend kept pressuring me until I finally caved and let her take me to this party.
The second we get into the house, she ditches me for a girlfriend of hers and leaves me to nurse a cup of warm beer on a nice leather couch. So I'm swishing my beer around in my cup, watching my reflection distort in the amber beverage. I sighed, 'It's no surprise no one wants to date me, look at me' And I spent a long time just staring into my aqua colored eyes, trying to see what people find attractive in me. At the time I was incredibly sick of myself. My pale skin. My lengthy black and red-streaked hair that despite it's length, still clumped in messy spikes that hung over my face and down my neck. Not to mention I was probably one X chromosome away from growing breasts. I had tried lots of things. Tanning, dying my hair, working out, but I seemed to be stuck like this. I sighed and sipped at my beer.
It was about this time that he came into the room. I remember him because the first thing he did was come up to the host and give her a big handshake with a cock-eyed grin. "Thanks so much for inviting me!" He yelled over the music. "Not a problem!" The host yelled back, handing him a beer as he was already turning around to take in the sights. He had blonde hair that went to his shoulders and the brightest sky blue eyes under God's green Earth. He had a light tan and was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt, ripped jeans and orange and blue skate shoes. I blushed as he faced opposite to me, giving me a grand look at his beautifully formed behind. Then he left the room, apparently to go to the dance that was happening in the basement.
I sighed. "Screw it..." I put my drink on a table and followed my mysterious stranger into the hall and down into the basement, where the powerful bass speakers were making the stairwell thump with the music. There were pairs of people making out in the small hall that was at the bottom of the stairs and a large wood door stood ajar, showing the rumpus room inside that was filled with people dancing to the music, some catchy dance track. I saw him disappear into the crowd and tried to catch sight of him again, but he was gone. "All right, calm down Ethan! Look at how stupid you're acting over this guy! You've never even spoken to him." But then I saw him duck down into another chamber. I followed him and found myself in a small antechamber with 3 doors. One had a crude sign that said "shitter" on it, the other had a ball cap on the handle, and the third was slightly ajar. I pushed open the ajar one a bit more and snuck into the room. There was the mysterious stranger sitting on a large freezer, his eyes shut and humming Karma Police. He must of heard me because he opened one eye and looked at me.
I won't forget the first thing he said to me. It was, "Can I help you mate?" He had an amazing light English accent that gave him a seductive manner of speech. "oh...Oh...I was just..." I blushed a tiny bit, "...looking for the restroom!" My own words stumbling as they tried to get past my own Irish accent. "I couldn't find it..." He hopped down off of the freezer. "Oh?" He asked, walking towards me as I stepped back a step against a water heater. "Well there's kind of a sign there mate." He winked at me and I felt my face heat up. "R...really? I...I never noticed." His brow furrowed in confusion. "You OK? You look sort of flushed." I backed up a bit more. "I...I do...well I had a bit to drink..." I pulled another weak lie out of my hat. "And I was just dancing..." His eyes, which were beginning to cloud over in confusion, cleared up to their perfect blue again. "Really? 'cause I love to dance. If you want to we can go out there and tear up the dance floor." I blushed a bit more.
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That's all for now folks. I'm tired and it's late so I'll try and write some more tomorrow, if I'm still feeling inspired. Expect erratic updates :p
Also, it's not in chapters, just posts that end when I feel like I can stop writing for a bit.
Might contain very mild sexuality and violence, but I'll try and keep it as light as I can, but I'm giving it a 15+ rating for safety sake.
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Star Cross'd
Ever since I've first laid eyes upon him I've wanted him. It's a way I cannot explain or even begin to explain, it's just there and it grows with each passing day. Perhaps I should start from the beginning so you explain why I'm writing this now and for my actions until now as well.
It all began at a party a friend of a friend of a friend who happened to be in the same English class as the host invites said friend of friend of friend, and it branches down to me as well. Now at the time I wasn't in a partying mood (my last boyfriend had just broken up with me and I was not in the mood to get drunk and rowdy in some strangers house). But my friend kept pressuring me until I finally caved and let her take me to this party.
The second we get into the house, she ditches me for a girlfriend of hers and leaves me to nurse a cup of warm beer on a nice leather couch. So I'm swishing my beer around in my cup, watching my reflection distort in the amber beverage. I sighed, 'It's no surprise no one wants to date me, look at me' And I spent a long time just staring into my aqua colored eyes, trying to see what people find attractive in me. At the time I was incredibly sick of myself. My pale skin. My lengthy black and red-streaked hair that despite it's length, still clumped in messy spikes that hung over my face and down my neck. Not to mention I was probably one X chromosome away from growing breasts. I had tried lots of things. Tanning, dying my hair, working out, but I seemed to be stuck like this. I sighed and sipped at my beer.
It was about this time that he came into the room. I remember him because the first thing he did was come up to the host and give her a big handshake with a cock-eyed grin. "Thanks so much for inviting me!" He yelled over the music. "Not a problem!" The host yelled back, handing him a beer as he was already turning around to take in the sights. He had blonde hair that went to his shoulders and the brightest sky blue eyes under God's green Earth. He had a light tan and was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt, ripped jeans and orange and blue skate shoes. I blushed as he faced opposite to me, giving me a grand look at his beautifully formed behind. Then he left the room, apparently to go to the dance that was happening in the basement.
I sighed. "Screw it..." I put my drink on a table and followed my mysterious stranger into the hall and down into the basement, where the powerful bass speakers were making the stairwell thump with the music. There were pairs of people making out in the small hall that was at the bottom of the stairs and a large wood door stood ajar, showing the rumpus room inside that was filled with people dancing to the music, some catchy dance track. I saw him disappear into the crowd and tried to catch sight of him again, but he was gone. "All right, calm down Ethan! Look at how stupid you're acting over this guy! You've never even spoken to him." But then I saw him duck down into another chamber. I followed him and found myself in a small antechamber with 3 doors. One had a crude sign that said "shitter" on it, the other had a ball cap on the handle, and the third was slightly ajar. I pushed open the ajar one a bit more and snuck into the room. There was the mysterious stranger sitting on a large freezer, his eyes shut and humming Karma Police. He must of heard me because he opened one eye and looked at me.
I won't forget the first thing he said to me. It was, "Can I help you mate?" He had an amazing light English accent that gave him a seductive manner of speech. "oh...Oh...I was just..." I blushed a tiny bit, "...looking for the restroom!" My own words stumbling as they tried to get past my own Irish accent. "I couldn't find it..." He hopped down off of the freezer. "Oh?" He asked, walking towards me as I stepped back a step against a water heater. "Well there's kind of a sign there mate." He winked at me and I felt my face heat up. "R...really? I...I never noticed." His brow furrowed in confusion. "You OK? You look sort of flushed." I backed up a bit more. "I...I do...well I had a bit to drink..." I pulled another weak lie out of my hat. "And I was just dancing..." His eyes, which were beginning to cloud over in confusion, cleared up to their perfect blue again. "Really? 'cause I love to dance. If you want to we can go out there and tear up the dance floor." I blushed a bit more.
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That's all for now folks. I'm tired and it's late so I'll try and write some more tomorrow, if I'm still feeling inspired. Expect erratic updates :p
Also, it's not in chapters, just posts that end when I feel like I can stop writing for a bit.