Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Emris]

Dots>><<Blu

There was always this one girl I liked all through school. No one believed me though. They didn't believe I liked her because while she was super pretty, she was also really weird. Her name was Sarah, but she liked everyone to calll her dots for some reason. She always wore a multi-colored bead necklace and jeans that always had random splats of color. She didn't seem weird if you first looked at her, but if you had a class with her everyday for the entire time you were in middle school, you'd notice that she was different. Her paws would always be moving. Writing, drawing or building sculptures out of some clay she always seemed to have. Somehow, the teacher never caught her in the act of drawing on the desks or tearing up those mathbooks that smelled llike ham.

In school, I was always "the weird one". It was pretty nice. I enjoyed getting strange looks frm everyone in my classes. People always wondered how I could do all this stuff without getting caught. I don't even know. But, I think there was one boy who knew. His name was Blu. Whenever it was lunch time, he would sit outside, by the track and build some tiny airship thingy. I always wanted to go talk to him, butI was scared that his scary dad would swoop down from above and eat me or something. I dont really understand how such a nice boy could come from such a scary dog. Its weird. Anyway, one day at lunch he was sitting outside. I walked out there because I found a caterpillar in the lunch room. "Dont worry little caterpillar, I'll take you outside where its not so smelly and noisy." I told the fuzzy little thing and walked out side. I decided to use the caterpillar as an excuse to go talk to Blu. I let the caterpillar crawl along my fingertips and I walked along. Suddenly, something had my ankle and I tripped. I looked down to see what I tripped over and I saw it was a backpack. "Are you okay?!" Blu asked, looking at me. "Yeah, I'm fine." I said and I looked back at him. We held each others gaze for a minute or two. I don't know what he was looking at, but I just stared back. 'Hey,' I thought,'he's pretty cute...'

I was sitting outside at lunch, thinking when suddenly, I heard a big thud. I looked over and I saw a girl. Not just any girl, it was her. I stared at her when I remembered to ask if she was okay. She told me she was and then she looked at me. We stared at each for what seemed like hours. Then, she broke the silence by saying,"Caterpillar." "Excuse me?" I said, confused. "My caterpillar, its in your hair." She pointed at my head. "What? Ew! Get it off!" I said and started to flail around like a mad dog. "Stop, you'll hurt it!" She looked slightly paniced as she plucked the small fuzzy worm off my head,"I was taking him over to that tree over there, butt I tripped. You probably know that though..." I stood up and held my paw out to her. She grabbed it and I helped her up out of the grass. I hoped that my paws weren't all sweaty. I followed her over to the tree and she set the little caterpillar on a leaf. "Bye bye, little friend!" She told it. I didn't realize it, but I was staring at her. My mind went blank. "Hello? Helllllllo? Is anyone home?" Dots asked and she knocked on my head like you would knock on a door. "Ow..." I muttered rubbing my head. "Was that necessary?" "Obviously. You were just staring. You were also staring to drool. Is there a caterpillar in MY hair?" She looked at me raising an eyebrow. "Uh... I... was.. uhm.. I-"
Then the lunch bell rang I ran back to get my stuff and went inside.

(Should I continue?)

Please do O.O

YES

Yes please

[micah]

oh my goodness!!! Thank you .inspiration., alouette, and Red October for the sweet words;;; it means quite a bit you know! <3
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...This isn't romance, if that's what you're looking for...? ;o;

a child who found an airplane under the brush / the soldier who had been locked there
Tōmi [♂] / Stanley [♂]

Tōmi did not often play with friends, and today was no exception. His parents had long bid him farewell in the early morning, shuffling off to work; "yes, mother, yes, father, I'll stay indoors and out of trouble. I love you, have a good day at work". He always, however, went outside, but he nearly always stayed out of trouble. He'd wash his grass-stained pants and shoes before they returned and they never knew that their precious, precious Tōmi was adventuring in the "enchanted" forest.

It was his favorite place to go, because it was an escape; he may have been eleven, but he knew hardships, he had breathed them. The war was not easy, and life was still not easy, and many people wondered if it would be, even so many years after. Tōmi was not alive during the war but his grandparents had been taken, placed somewhere no one's eyes or ears could see, and his parents were always distraught.
He knew he was wealthy, he knew he had many things people had died for, but he was also eleven and he didn't want to think of such things. Tōmi was a rational boy, and he blamed that on being alone for his entire life.
Friends were not easy to obtain when you had everything they wanted; true friends, that is. Anyone would be his friend for the tasty food, for the glint of a coin or the promise of staying the night in a place that had hot water. They often shook him off when they learned he seldom invited others to his house, and they near always called him names when he refused to pay for their things. Tōmi was a sensible child, and he blamed that on being an old soul.

His small, rounded fingers brushed back a cluster of low-hanging leaves and he stepped deeper into the forest, quickly being snapped from his misty thoughts. There was a plane, under thick leaves and vines; it was army-green and crisp, and you could smell the war on it, the blood, the tears, the death.
So, naturally, he moved closer, inhaling the scent as if he'd never smell it again.
He drew his fingers along the side of it, feeling the cooled steel, the fresh metal; he pressed his cheek to it, his forehead, he whispered nothings, he whispered "don't be cursed", and he locked his grip around the handle.

There were ropy, lucid beams of light that were all colors, pink, purple, green blue yellow red, they ran together, and Tōmi thought he was going to go blind. But they ended as quickly as they started, and then there was ragged breathing, and then a scream, and then more breaths, slow, steadying.

"Excuse me, sir?" Tōmi asked, eye trailing the man who sat in the cockpit of the plane. He had to be in his twenties, at least, and his hair was shaggy and hanging from his helmet. "Is everything alright?"

"Where am I? Are you going to kill me? Am I on enemy lines?" His questions bled from his mouth before it ran dry and he coughed, over and over. "This... Doesn't look like where I crashed."

"No one moved you, sir. It's okay. The war is over." Tōmi kept his voice as flat as he could.

The man took his whitened hands off of the steering wheel. "The Great War is over?"

"There has even been another," Tōmi said, outstretching his hand to help the man get out. "Why haven't you died? It's been many years since you've crashed."

"How'm I supposed to know?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "The only thing I can remember before going down was asking the lucky saints to spare me in any way possible, any cost."

Tōmi nodded, still holding his hand; he was shaking, eyes blown wide as he stared at the forest. Tōmi figured he must be surprised, as it looks like it is out of a pop-up book. Vines and chords hang down like drapery, and they tickle the top of your head; yellow sparkles flish and flash through your vision and the sun only peeks through at key times. The rest of the light is there as if it put by magic, soft and orange, like a sunset. "You should come to my house, and get some water."

"Nothing else for me to do, I guess." They began walking and slowly, the man seemed to calm, and he seemed to quit shaking. "What's yer name?"

"My name is Tōmi. What's yours?"

"Stanley. I don't like it much, you know. I always wanted to be named something like Flint or Fletcher." He shrugged and smiled at Tōmi, and it felt foreign, for his father never smiled that way, nor did his mother, nor did anyone, and he had just met the man. "Tōmi's a good name though, I think it fits a kid such as yourself."

"I like Fletcher." He said quietly, boots crunching the dry grass. "My house is the white one, up there."

"It's a mighty large house. You live there all alone?"

"No, my parents live there too. They're hardly ever home, though, so it's like I live alone." He coughed and picked up the pace. "I'm not sure how I'm going to explain you to them. I'm not supposed to leave the house alone."

"Well, you aren't alone anymore, are ya?" There was a crunchy laugh and his hand tightened in Tōmi's. "You remind me a lot of my nephew, you know. He was a good kid but they tried to keep him on a real tight leash, so I'd take him to movies and junk they never approved of. I bet they're still like tha--..."

Tōmi tightened his hand now, because he realized that it must now be sinking in for him; that his life was gone and vaporized, and that everyone he had known was, too. "It's okay," Tōmi said, even if he didn't believe it, "You're a one of a kind case. No one's ever been woken up like you've been. You're lucky."

Stanley didn't say anything but there was a weak smile on his face, and they kept trudging to the house. Up the hill, over the path, around the rose bushes, and through the navy blue door.

[Squishy Fishy]

oh my goodness!!! Thank you .inspiration., alouette, and Red October for the sweet words;;; it means quite a bit you know! <3
_____
...This isn't romance, if that's what you're looking for...? ;o;

a child who found an airplane under the brush / the soldier who had been locked there
Tōmi [♂] / Stanley [♂]

Tōmi did not often play with friends, and today was no exception. His parents had long bid him farewell in the early morning, shuffling off to work; "yes, mother, yes, father, I'll stay indoors and out of trouble. I love you, have a good day at work". He always, however, went outside, but he nearly always stayed out of trouble. He'd wash his grass-stained pants and shoes before they returned and they never knew that their precious, precious Tōmi was adventuring in the "enchanted" forest.

It was his favorite place to go, because it was an escape; he may have been eleven, but he knew hardships, he had breathed them. The war was not easy, and life was still not easy, and many people wondered if it would be, even so many years after. Tōmi was not alive during the war but his grandparents had been taken, placed somewhere no one's eyes or ears could see, and his parents were always distraught.
He knew he was wealthy, he knew he had many things people had died for, but he was also eleven and he didn't want to think of such things. Tōmi was a rational boy, and he blamed that on being alone for his entire life.
Friends were not easy to obtain when you had everything they wanted; true friends, that is. Anyone would be his friend for the tasty food, for the glint of a coin or the promise of staying the night in a place that had hot water. They often shook him off when they learned he seldom invited others to his house, and they near always called him names when he refused to pay for their things. Tōmi was a sensible child, and he blamed that on being an old soul.

His small, rounded fingers brushed back a cluster of low-hanging leaves and he stepped deeper into the forest, quickly being snapped from his misty thoughts. There was a plane, under thick leaves and vines; it was army-green and crisp, and you could smell the war on it, the blood, the tears, the death.
So, naturally, he moved closer, inhaling the scent as if he'd never smell it again.
He drew his fingers along the side of it, feeling the cooled steel, the fresh metal; he pressed his cheek to it, his forehead, he whispered nothings, he whispered "don't be cursed", and he locked his grip around the handle.

There were ropy, lucid beams of light that were all colors, pink, purple, green blue yellow red, they ran together, and Tōmi thought he was going to go blind. But they ended as quickly as they started, and then there was ragged breathing, and then a scream, and then more breaths, slow, steadying.

"Excuse me, sir?" Tōmi asked, eye trailing the man who sat in the cockpit of the plane. He had to be in his twenties, at least, and his hair was shaggy and hanging from his helmet. "Is everything alright?"

"Where am I? Are you going to kill me? Am I on enemy lines?" His questions bled from his mouth before it ran dry and he coughed, over and over. "This... Doesn't look like where I crashed."

"No one moved you, sir. It's okay. The war is over." Tōmi kept his voice as flat as he could.

The man took his whitened hands off of the steering wheel. "The Great War is over?"

"There has even been another," Tōmi said, outstretching his hand to help the man get out. "Why haven't you died? It's been many years since you've crashed."

"How'm I supposed to know?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "The only thing I can remember before going down was asking the lucky saints to spare me in any way possible, any cost."

Tōmi nodded, still holding his hand; he was shaking, eyes blown wide as he stared at the forest. Tōmi figured he must be surprised, as it looks like it is out of a pop-up book. Vines and chords hang down like drapery, and they tickle the top of your head; yellow sparkles flish and flash through your vision and the sun only peeks through at key times. The rest of the light is there as if it put by magic, soft and orange, like a sunset. "You should come to my house, and get some water."

"Nothing else for me to do, I guess." They began walking and slowly, the man seemed to calm, and he seemed to quit shaking. "What's yer name?"

"My name is Tōmi. What's yours?"

"Stanley. I don't like it much, you know. I always wanted to be named something like Flint or Fletcher." He shrugged and smiled at Tōmi, and it felt foreign, for his father never smiled that way, nor did his mother, nor did anyone, and he had just met the man. "Tōmi's a good name though, I think it fits a kid such as yourself."

"I like Fletcher." He said quietly, boots crunching the dry grass. "My house is the white one, up there."

"It's a mighty large house. You live there all alone?"

"No, my parents live there too. They're hardly ever home, though, so it's like I live alone." He coughed and picked up the pace. "I'm not sure how I'm going to explain you to them. I'm not supposed to leave the house alone."

"Well, you aren't alone anymore, are ya?" There was a crunchy laugh and his hand tightened in Tōmi's. "You remind me a lot of my nephew, you know. He was a good kid but they tried to keep him on a real tight leash, so I'd take him to movies and junk they never approved of. I bet they're still like tha--..."

Tōmi tightened his hand now, because he realized that it must now be sinking in for him; that his life was gone and vaporized, and that everyone he had known was, too. "It's okay," Tōmi said, even if he didn't believe it, "You're a one of a kind case. No one's ever been woken up like you've been. You're lucky."

Stanley didn't say anything but there was a weak smile on his face, and they kept trudging to the house. Up the hill, over the path, around the rose bushes, and through the navy blue door.

that was amazing, I cried a bit :')

[catplushie]

Dots>><<Blu

There was always this one girl I liked all through school. No one believed me though. They didn't believe I liked her because while she was super pretty, she was also really weird. Her name was Sarah, but she liked everyone to calll her dots for some reason. She always wore a multi-colored bead necklace and jeans that always had random splats of color. She didn't seem weird if you first looked at her, but if you had a class with her everyday for the entire time you were in middle school, you'd notice that she was different. Her paws would always be moving. Writing, drawing or building sculptures out of some clay she always seemed to have. Somehow, the teacher never caught her in the act of drawing on the desks or tearing up those mathbooks that smelled llike ham.

In school, I was always "the weird one". It was pretty nice. I enjoyed getting strange looks frm everyone in my classes. People always wondered how I could do all this stuff without getting caught. I don't even know. But, I think there was one boy who knew. His name was Blu. Whenever it was lunch time, he would sit outside, by the track and build some tiny airship thingy. I always wanted to go talk to him, butI was scared that his scary dad would swoop down from above and eat me or something. I dont really understand how such a nice boy could come from such a scary dog. Its weird. Anyway, one day at lunch he was sitting outside. I walked out there because I found a caterpillar in the lunch room. "Dont worry little caterpillar, I'll take you outside where its not so smelly and noisy." I told the fuzzy little thing and walked out side. I decided to use the caterpillar as an excuse to go talk to Blu. I let the caterpillar crawl along my fingertips and I walked along. Suddenly, something had my ankle and I tripped. I looked down to see what I tripped over and I saw it was a backpack. "Are you okay?!" Blu asked, looking at me. "Yeah, I'm fine." I said and I looked back at him. We held each others gaze for a minute or two. I don't know what he was looking at, but I just stared back. 'Hey,' I thought,'he's pretty cute...'

I was sitting outside at lunch, thinking when suddenly, I heard a big thud. I looked over and I saw a girl. Not just any girl, it was her. I stared at her when I remembered to ask if she was okay. She told me she was and then she looked at me. We stared at each for what seemed like hours. Then, she broke the silence by saying,"Caterpillar." "Excuse me?" I said, confused. "My caterpillar, its in your hair." She pointed at my head. "What? Ew! Get it off!" I said and started to flail around like a mad dog. "Stop, you'll hurt it!" She looked slightly paniced as she plucked the small fuzzy worm off my head,"I was taking him over to that tree over there, butt I tripped. You probably know that though..." I stood up and held my paw out to her. She grabbed it and I helped her up out of the grass. I hoped that my paws weren't all sweaty. I followed her over to the tree and she set the little caterpillar on a leaf. "Bye bye, little friend!" She told it. I didn't realize it, but I was staring at her. My mind went blank. "Hello? Helllllllo? Is anyone home?" Dots asked and she knocked on my head like you would knock on a door. "Ow..." I muttered rubbing my head. "Was that necessary?" "Obviously. You were just staring. You were also staring to drool. Is there a caterpillar in MY hair?" She looked at me raising an eyebrow. "Uh... I... was.. uhm.. I-"
Then the lunch bell rang I ran back to get my stuff and went inside.

After lunch, Blu and I had a class together. I wasn't sure I wanted to see him again, but I pushed that thought aside. Our teacher put us in pairs and guess who my partner was? Blu. I found myself straightening my hair and brushing off my jeans without noticing. When the teacher said that he was going to be my partner, I exploded. I. The inside that is. So... I imploded. Anyway, Blu walked over to my table and sat next to me. While everyone else got paired up, I was absent mindedly making something out of some clay. "Whatcha making?" Blu asked. I was so distracted by my own thoughts that I didn't even realize what I was making. I looked at the clay in my paws and blushed. "Oh, um. I don't reallly know what it is..." I said and squished it in my fist. He shrugged "okay. Whatever." The rest of class went by really fast. But, fridays at school always go by fast I guess. The end-of-the-day bell rung and I started to pack up my stuff. "Hey, Sarah?" I froze. No one ever used my real name, except when my mom was really mad at me. "Do you maybe want to go and study at the liabrary this weekend? Just so we can get a head start on our assignment?" I turned around to face Blu. "Uh.. sure. I'll see you tomorrow? What time?" "I don't really know. But... you should text me so we can figure it out." He scribbled his number on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. "Sure thing, Blu. See you tomorrow." I shoved the paper in my pocket and walked out the door.

Saturday morning, I woke up at about noon. I rolled out of bed and checked my phone. 1 new text message. I opened the message and read it.
Hey Blu. Its me, Sarah (aka Dots). Send me a text when you decide you want to go to the library =)
I looked at my clock. 12:53 pm. I looked at my phone and typed.
How does 1:15 sound? Unless you want me meet at the liabrary later than that...
About two minutes later, my phone went off. I checked it and I had another message.
1:15 sounds fine. I'll see you there =D
I stared at my phone for a while, until I remembered that I had a few minutes to get ready. I nearly inhaled a bagel and some chocolate milk, then I ran upstairs to grab my backpack and brush my teeth. I bolted out the door, hopped on my bike and started pedaling as fast as I can. I checked my watch. 'Crap. Late already.' I thought to myself. I was pedaling so fast I didn't even notice that Dot was right in fro t of me. I paniced and swerved off to the left. I crashed right into a bush. She was trying not to laugh, but I could tell she was having a hard time not laughing. "Are you okay?" She held her paw out to me and I grabbed it. She pulled me out of the bush. "This seems familiar..." I said, smiling. "You're right. Except there's no caterpillars this time." We both laughed and walked into the library together.

The entire time I was walking to the library, I was hoping that Blu didn't see what I amass out of clay yesterday. If he did, it would be really embarrassing. I mean, we've o ly talked once or twice and I'm sitting next to him molding a tiny Blu and me holding hands. I sometimes wish, I could punch my brain. I was at the library when I saw Blu coming this way on his bike. He looked deep in thought. I waved and when he was about five feet away from me, he "woke up" abed swerved bis bike into a bush. I was trying not to laugh.as I walked over to help him up. I held my paw out and the moment he grabbed it, it felt like a million volts of electricity were going through me. I hoped I didn't LOOK like I was being electrocuted. After he got up and dusted himself off, we went inside the library. We found the books we needed and plopped down in a window sill seat. I was doing my best to stay focused on my book, but I couldn't. I found myself staring at him. I tried to talk, but no words would come out. I felt like a baby. I couldn't do anything. Finally, it was him who broke the silence. "Wow. These books are boring." "At least they don't smell like ham..." I noted,"or... do they?" Him and I both held a book up to our face and sniffed it. "Nope. Not ham." He said. "No hammy books here." I concluded. Then we went back to studying. I picked up a dictionary and opened it up. I started laughing. "What's so funny?" Blu asked. "Look at the first page I opened up to..." I showed him the page and he started laughing too. "The Great Tit bird? What?" I smiled. "Weird huh? Did you know that there's also a Blue Footed Booby?" We both started laughing. But then a librarian walked over to us."I'm going to have to ask you two to leave." She said,"you're being to loud."
Blu and I packed up our stuff and went outside. "What now?" I asked, looking at him.

I was secretly hoping we would get kicked out of the library. I was glad she found those tits and boobys. Once we got outside, she asked me "What now?" "Well... do you want to go and.. get some ice cream with me?" I asked. I spent the whole time in the library trying to work ul the nerve to ask her. "I can lay.". She looked at me, thinking about it. She looked cute when she was thinking. Her eyebrows scrunched together and she stared down at the ground. I always loved it when our teacher asked her a question. ""Sure." She said. "Did you want to go right now?" I nodded. "Well, lets go!" She said and we started off towards the ice cream shop. Once we got there, she ordered a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone and I got a rootbeer float. I paid and we went to go sit outside. "Tomorrow do you want to go somewhere more fun to work on our project?" She asked, licking her ice cream. "Like where?" I asked her. "I dunno. The park?" She said. "Ok. The park it is." I said. We hung out at the ice cream place for a while. Dot checked her phone. "Its five... I gotta go. See ya tomorrow, and thanks for the ice cream." She stood up. "Your welcome. See you tomorrow, Dot." I waved. "Oh and one thing before I go. Was this a date?" She asked, walking away. "Uh...?" She already turned the corner before I could answer.

should I keep going?

[Shard & Emo Bunny]

Dots>><<Blu

There was always this one girl I liked all through school. No one believed me though. They didn't believe I liked her because while she was super pretty, she was also really weird. Her name was Sarah, but she liked everyone to calll her dots for some reason. She always wore a multi-colored bead necklace and jeans that always had random splats of color. She didn't seem weird if you first looked at her, but if you had a class with her everyday for the entire time you were in middle school, you'd notice that she was different. Her paws would always be moving. Writing, drawing or building sculptures out of some clay she always seemed to have. Somehow, the teacher never caught her in the act of drawing on the desks or tearing up those mathbooks that smelled llike ham.

In school, I was always "the weird one". It was pretty nice. I enjoyed getting strange looks frm everyone in my classes. People always wondered how I could do all this stuff without getting caught. I don't even know. But, I think there was one boy who knew. His name was Blu. Whenever it was lunch time, he would sit outside, by the track and build some tiny airship thingy. I always wanted to go talk to him, butI was scared that his scary dad would swoop down from above and eat me or something. I dont really understand how such a nice boy could come from such a scary dog. Its weird. Anyway, one day at lunch he was sitting outside. I walked out there because I found a caterpillar in the lunch room. "Dont worry little caterpillar, I'll take you outside where its not so smelly and noisy." I told the fuzzy little thing and walked out side. I decided to use the caterpillar as an excuse to go talk to Blu. I let the caterpillar crawl along my fingertips and I walked along. Suddenly, something had my ankle and I tripped. I looked down to see what I tripped over and I saw it was a backpack. "Are you okay?!" Blu asked, looking at me. "Yeah, I'm fine." I said and I looked back at him. We held each others gaze for a minute or two. I don't know what he was looking at, but I just stared back. 'Hey,' I thought,'he's pretty cute...'

I was sitting outside at lunch, thinking when suddenly, I heard a big thud. I looked over and I saw a girl. Not just any girl, it was her. I stared at her when I remembered to ask if she was okay. She told me she was and then she looked at me. We stared at each for what seemed like hours. Then, she broke the silence by saying,"Caterpillar." "Excuse me?" I said, confused. "My caterpillar, its in your hair." She pointed at my head. "What? Ew! Get it off!" I said and started to flail around like a mad dog. "Stop, you'll hurt it!" She looked slightly paniced as she plucked the small fuzzy worm off my head,"I was taking him over to that tree over there, butt I tripped. You probably know that though..." I stood up and held my paw out to her. She grabbed it and I helped her up out of the grass. I hoped that my paws weren't all sweaty. I followed her over to the tree and she set the little caterpillar on a leaf. "Bye bye, little friend!" She told it. I didn't realize it, but I was staring at her. My mind went blank. "Hello? Helllllllo? Is anyone home?" Dots asked and she knocked on my head like you would knock on a door. "Ow..." I muttered rubbing my head. "Was that necessary?" "Obviously. You were just staring. You were also staring to drool. Is there a caterpillar in MY hair?" She looked at me raising an eyebrow. "Uh... I... was.. uhm.. I-"
Then the lunch bell rang I ran back to get my stuff and went inside.

After lunch, Blu and I had a class together. I wasn't sure I wanted to see him again, but I pushed that thought aside. Our teacher put us in pairs and guess who my partner was? Blu. I found myself straightening my hair and brushing off my jeans without noticing. When the teacher said that he was going to be my partner, I exploded. I. The inside that is. So... I imploded. Anyway, Blu walked over to my table and sat next to me. While everyone else got paired up, I was absent mindedly making something out of some clay. "Whatcha making?" Blu asked. I was so distracted by my own thoughts that I didn't even realize what I was making. I looked at the clay in my paws and blushed. "Oh, um. I don't reallly know what it is..." I said and squished it in my fist. He shrugged "okay. Whatever." The rest of class went by really fast. But, fridays at school always go by fast I guess. The end-of-the-day bell rung and I started to pack up my stuff. "Hey, Sarah?" I froze. No one ever used my real name, except when my mom was really mad at me. "Do you maybe want to go and study at the liabrary this weekend? Just so we can get a head start on our assignment?" I turned around to face Blu. "Uh.. sure. I'll see you tomorrow? What time?" "I don't really know. But... you should text me so we can figure it out." He scribbled his number on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. "Sure thing, Blu. See you tomorrow." I shoved the paper in my pocket and walked out the door.

Saturday morning, I woke up at about noon. I rolled out of bed and checked my phone. 1 new text message. I opened the message and read it.
Hey Blu. Its me, Sarah (aka Dots). Send me a text when you decide you want to go to the library =)
I looked at my clock. 12:53 pm. I looked at my phone and typed.
How does 1:15 sound? Unless you want me meet at the liabrary later than that...
About two minutes later, my phone went off. I checked it and I had another message.
1:15 sounds fine. I'll see you there =D
I stared at my phone for a while, until I remembered that I had a few minutes to get ready. I nearly inhaled a bagel and some chocolate milk, then I ran upstairs to grab my backpack and brush my teeth. I bolted out the door, hopped on my bike and started pedaling as fast as I can. I checked my watch. 'Crap. Late already.' I thought to myself. I was pedaling so fast I didn't even notice that Dot was right in fro t of me. I paniced and swerved off to the left. I crashed right into a bush. She was trying not to laugh, but I could tell she was having a hard time not laughing. "Are you okay?" She held her paw out to me and I grabbed it. She pulled me out of the bush. "This seems familiar..." I said, smiling. "You're right. Except there's no caterpillars this time." We both laughed and walked into the library together.

The entire time I was walking to the library, I was hoping that Blu didn't see what I amass out of clay yesterday. If he did, it would be really embarrassing. I mean, we've o ly talked once or twice and I'm sitting next to him molding a tiny Blu and me holding hands. I sometimes wish, I could punch my brain. I was at the library when I saw Blu coming this way on his bike. He looked deep in thought. I waved and when he was about five feet away from me, he "woke up" abed swerved bis bike into a bush. I was trying not to laugh.as I walked over to help him up. I held my paw out and the moment he grabbed it, it felt like a million volts of electricity were going through me. I hoped I didn't LOOK like I was being electrocuted. After he got up and dusted himself off, we went inside the library. We found the books we needed and plopped down in a window sill seat. I was doing my best to stay focused on my book, but I couldn't. I found myself staring at him. I tried to talk, but no words would come out. I felt like a baby. I couldn't do anything. Finally, it was him who broke the silence. "Wow. These books are boring." "At least they don't smell like ham..." I noted,"or... do they?" Him and I both held a book up to our face and sniffed it. "Nope. Not ham." He said. "No hammy books here." I concluded. Then we went back to studying. I picked up a dictionary and opened it up. I started laughing. "What's so funny?" Blu asked. "Look at the first page I opened up to..." I showed him the page and he started laughing too. "The Great Tit bird? What?" I smiled. "Weird huh? Did you know that there's also a Blue Footed Booby?" We both started laughing. But then a librarian walked over to us."I'm going to have to ask you two to leave." She said,"you're being to loud."
Blu and I packed up our stuff and went outside. "What now?" I asked, looking at him.

I was secretly hoping we would get kicked out of the library. I was glad she found those tits and boobys. Once we got outside, she asked me "What now?" "Well... do you want to go and.. get some ice cream with me?" I asked. I spent the whole time in the library trying to work ul the nerve to ask her. "I can lay.". She looked at me, thinking about it. She looked cute when she was thinking. Her eyebrows scrunched together and she stared down at the ground. I always loved it when our teacher asked her a question. ""Sure." She said. "Did you want to go right now?" I nodded. "Well, lets go!" She said and we started off towards the ice cream shop. Once we got there, she ordered a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone and I got a rootbeer float. I paid and we went to go sit outside. "Tomorrow do you want to go somewhere more fun to work on our project?" She asked, licking her ice cream. "Like where?" I asked her. "I dunno. The park?" She said. "Ok. The park it is." I said. We hung out at the ice cream place for a while. Dot checked her phone. "Its five... I gotta go. See ya tomorrow, and thanks for the ice cream." She stood up. "Your welcome. See you tomorrow, Dot." I waved. "Oh and one thing before I go. Was this a date?" She asked, walking away. "Uh...?" She already turned the corner before I could answer.

should I keep going?

(Yesh. <3)

[Zeee]

oh my goodness!!! Thank you .inspiration., alouette, and Red October for the sweet words;;; it means quite a bit you know! <3
_____
...This isn't romance, if that's what you're looking for...? ;o;

a child who found an airplane under the brush / the soldier who had been locked there
Tōmi [♂] / Stanley [♂]

Tōmi did not often play with friends, and today was no exception. His parents had long bid him farewell in the early morning, shuffling off to work; "yes, mother, yes, father, I'll stay indoors and out of trouble. I love you, have a good day at work". He always, however, went outside, but he nearly always stayed out of trouble. He'd wash his grass-stained pants and shoes before they returned and they never knew that their precious, precious Tōmi was adventuring in the "enchanted" forest.

It was his favorite place to go, because it was an escape; he may have been eleven, but he knew hardships, he had breathed them. The war was not easy, and life was still not easy, and many people wondered if it would be, even so many years after. Tōmi was not alive during the war but his grandparents had been taken, placed somewhere no one's eyes or ears could see, and his parents were always distraught.
He knew he was wealthy, he knew he had many things people had died for, but he was also eleven and he didn't want to think of such things. Tōmi was a rational boy, and he blamed that on being alone for his entire life.
Friends were not easy to obtain when you had everything they wanted; true friends, that is. Anyone would be his friend for the tasty food, for the glint of a coin or the promise of staying the night in a place that had hot water. They often shook him off when they learned he seldom invited others to his house, and they near always called him names when he refused to pay for their things. Tōmi was a sensible child, and he blamed that on being an old soul.

His small, rounded fingers brushed back a cluster of low-hanging leaves and he stepped deeper into the forest, quickly being snapped from his misty thoughts. There was a plane, under thick leaves and vines; it was army-green and crisp, and you could smell the war on it, the blood, the tears, the death.
So, naturally, he moved closer, inhaling the scent as if he'd never smell it again.
He drew his fingers along the side of it, feeling the cooled steel, the fresh metal; he pressed his cheek to it, his forehead, he whispered nothings, he whispered "don't be cursed", and he locked his grip around the handle.

There were ropy, lucid beams of light that were all colors, pink, purple, green blue yellow red, they ran together, and Tōmi thought he was going to go blind. But they ended as quickly as they started, and then there was ragged breathing, and then a scream, and then more breaths, slow, steadying.

"Excuse me, sir?" Tōmi asked, eye trailing the man who sat in the cockpit of the plane. He had to be in his twenties, at least, and his hair was shaggy and hanging from his helmet. "Is everything alright?"

"Where am I? Are you going to kill me? Am I on enemy lines?" His questions bled from his mouth before it ran dry and he coughed, over and over. "This... Doesn't look like where I crashed."

"No one moved you, sir. It's okay. The war is over." Tōmi kept his voice as flat as he could.

The man took his whitened hands off of the steering wheel. "The Great War is over?"

"There has even been another," Tōmi said, outstretching his hand to help the man get out. "Why haven't you died? It's been many years since you've crashed."

"How'm I supposed to know?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "The only thing I can remember before going down was asking the lucky saints to spare me in any way possible, any cost."

Tōmi nodded, still holding his hand; he was shaking, eyes blown wide as he stared at the forest. Tōmi figured he must be surprised, as it looks like it is out of a pop-up book. Vines and chords hang down like drapery, and they tickle the top of your head; yellow sparkles flish and flash through your vision and the sun only peeks through at key times. The rest of the light is there as if it put by magic, soft and orange, like a sunset. "You should come to my house, and get some water."

"Nothing else for me to do, I guess." They began walking and slowly, the man seemed to calm, and he seemed to quit shaking. "What's yer name?"

"My name is Tōmi. What's yours?"

"Stanley. I don't like it much, you know. I always wanted to be named something like Flint or Fletcher." He shrugged and smiled at Tōmi, and it felt foreign, for his father never smiled that way, nor did his mother, nor did anyone, and he had just met the man. "Tōmi's a good name though, I think it fits a kid such as yourself."

"I like Fletcher." He said quietly, boots crunching the dry grass. "My house is the white one, up there."

"It's a mighty large house. You live there all alone?"

"No, my parents live there too. They're hardly ever home, though, so it's like I live alone." He coughed and picked up the pace. "I'm not sure how I'm going to explain you to them. I'm not supposed to leave the house alone."

"Well, you aren't alone anymore, are ya?" There was a crunchy laugh and his hand tightened in Tōmi's. "You remind me a lot of my nephew, you know. He was a good kid but they tried to keep him on a real tight leash, so I'd take him to movies and junk they never approved of. I bet they're still like tha--..."

Tōmi tightened his hand now, because he realized that it must now be sinking in for him; that his life was gone and vaporized, and that everyone he had known was, too. "It's okay," Tōmi said, even if he didn't believe it, "You're a one of a kind case. No one's ever been woken up like you've been. You're lucky."

Stanley didn't say anything but there was a weak smile on his face, and they kept trudging to the house. Up the hill, over the path, around the rose bushes, and through the navy blue door.

giggle, you're such a writing inspiration :'3
hopefully someday my writing skills will be as professional as yours. |D

- satellite.

[anarchy, inc.]

xXx

"I may not be a smart man, Jenny, but I do know what love is...

Kudos to everyone who knows where this quote came from~

Oh.My.God. Favorite Movie EVERRR. <33

[Zeee]

??? [x] aaron

after all chaos has broken, aaron was unable to move. he froze, debris flying everywhere imaginable. his home was destroyed, and he had no where to go, no one to turn to anymore. an invasion killed his parents, and the pain inside his chest- thumping against his ribcage- was undescribable.

he'd never felt this way before...

suddenly, everything blurred and seemed to continue, however in very slow-motion. he stood, turning very slowly and weakly to reveal someone smiling behind him. she had a dark body, and tiny orbs of light gleamed, putting depth in her seemingly transparent figure.

she held out a hand, telepathically speaking to the boy. he nodded in complete silence, able to respond to her, however her words were barely even audible. aaron took the ladies' hand cautiously, checking her over before he did so.

they linked hands and turned, walking forwards as the sun set. war raged on behind them, debris flying in a slower motion. as they walked, aaron's frightened frown was put at ease.

his heart was put to rest,
as he followed the girl into the sunset.

|D i just realized the last lines rhymed...
oh well, sorry for this terrible thing.
;n;

[Snowseph]

Sadie [♀] && Blake [♂]
Story?

[Zear]

This isn't a romance story nor is it very happy, just saying before you start reading.
The song is one I've been meaning to write for, for awhile. You can listen to it here. It is Kill the Lights by The Birthday Massacre


xXx

The Beauty xXx The Monster
The Monster xXx The Beauty


This story's missing a wishing well
No mirror to show and tell
No kiss that can break the spell
I'm falling asleep

I could hear the heavy bark of a man yelling across the ship at a small group of huddled figures. They were chained to the mast by ropes by one hand each. By the words of the older man, they scurried off to scrubbing the deck once again with fearful looks on their faces. They were slaves, there was no sugar-coating that. They were the survivors of the many raids of our ship.
A gruff voice sounding near me, “Lass, what is arr next move?” I faced a bearded face; the expression on his face was not one of anger. He had a smile on his face as his looked over to my sparkling green eyes.
“Cap’ I believe we should raid the small island town of the isle of teeth. The people are not prepared for attack so they will be easy prey.” My words were even and delivered without emotion. Riches were within reach and once I did away with the old fool they would be mine.

Every prince is a fantasy
The witch is inside of me
Poison will wash away
The memory

“Lass, those ar mermaid waters!”
“Then our prey with be even less prepared. Say Cap’ have you ever seen a mermaid?” My tone was cold and slightly scathing. The old fool would believe anything, no one had any evidence that the fish women existed because they were illogical.
“No but they eat everyone who eyes set upon them!” the old man’s eyes were wide and fearful.
“Then you could be the first to tell stories of how you survived the enticing fish women of the sea. You could be marked down as the first, have bards sing about you for your beauty rather than ruthlessness!” At those words, we set sail for Isle of Teeth.
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We kill the lights
And put on a show
It's all a lie
But you'd never know

We were making good time. The winds seemed to be in favor of my goal. I let a smile grace my flawless features. I stood at the front of the ship; I could touch the center piece on the front of the ship. It was of a carving of a beautiful mermaid. A smile graced the carvings face but every time I stared upon the lady my hands would stray to her hands. The left hand held a white object; it was small compared to the mermaid’s size but noticeable due to its colour. It was a skull; to be exact it was the skull of the ship maker. The irony made me laugh every time, that one ship maker put his life into this work. The smile turned temporally twisted as I turn my head toward the other hand.
The other the long slender wooden hands was stained red, a beautiful chrisom painted with the only currency the lady of the sea would accept, blood. It was labeled as good luck to let the mermaid taste blood after every battle; we also painted her fair lips with the dazzling colour. (Even though to get the colour completely right and permanent we had to use a fair amount of ground berries and rose petals) Even with her face smeared with the red, she didn’t look detestable; I would say it quite complimented her beauty.
The smile stretched along my face, beauty was received through detestable means. My grotesque thoughts were interrupted by a lurch. The body seemed to tremble as it knocked me off my feet. I let out a curse as I feel. I was used to being jostled around so was right back on my feet quickly as I heard one of my underlings jump into the water. It was strange, I knew the men weren’t cowards and the ship had been damaged before but I understood when I heard an almost angelic song raise from the water.

The star will shine
And then it will fall
And you will forget it all

Many voices were singing but they mixed together in perfect harmony. My men had spell-bound expressions plastered on their faces. I assumed that the song wasn’t working on me due to the face I was female and all of the voices were female also. It could also be that I was smarter than the rest. One face pulled me from my thoughts. It was the old man nearing the ledge of the boat. He was going to jump to his doom but that was something I couldn’t let. I wanted to see his pained face, see the betrayal on his face when I turned on him like a rabid dog. I wanted to finish him when he had such thoughts, I couldn’t let him be stolen by the mermaids.
I pulled with aside with a wretch of my arm, the touch seemed to awake him from his loss of thought. He muttered out words, slowly. He was still in his dream-like state. “I am too old to continue this bloodshed. I wish for the mermaids to take me. I want to join them with the sea mother.” His words lacked their raspy tone. Along with the singing now, screaming rang in their air of the mermaids claiming their victims along with the sound of gnawing. The mermaids were going to bring the ship down as well.
I had nothing more to lose; my crew was too foolish to see past the faces of the mermaids and I no longer had a ship to take for my own, the only thing I had to lose was the satisfaction of robbing him of his peace. I slipped a small blade from my sleeve; it was decorated with a engraving of a mermaid so I was sending him to the mermaids after all.

And after midnight we're all the same
No glass shoe to bring us fame
Nobody to take the blame
We're falling apart

With a little too much joy I moved toward him and I held my dagger at his throat. I let the shock of betrayal cross his face before ended him. I left his body on the ship because it was poetic to leave a captain to his ship. I traveled to a small life wooden boat and with a fluent movement; I let it hit the water. The mermaids held next to no interest to me, maybe because they were eating, singing and/or didn’t overly care for the taste of female. I left my ship and my men behind without much of another thought.
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I finally left the sight of the mermaids and my lost ship. It was a shame but it was necessary, someone needed to escape in order to tell the story. I smiled to myself, I lost everything and was stuck in the middle of the sea but somehow it was entertaining. Creatures in which she didn’t believed in, stole her life without stealing her breath. She gave an overly loud laugh, she didn’t need to play a part. She was going to die when no-one was here to witness it.
“What is so funny?” I was surprised, I heard someone speak. I looked around but I saw no-one. It was just plain sea for miles upon end. I laughed again; I was already losing my hold on sanity. I guess I deserved it though, I was a cutthroat murderer.
“I ask again? What is so funny?” The voice sounded again. I looked around again but this time I met a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes I even seen. They sparkled in the light. My eyes set to examine the whole picture. It was a young man with an absolutely flawless face, nothing marred his pale skin. His hair was odd thought but nether the less, it was very beautiful. It was a bright pink and like nothing I ever seen. I looked at the rest of him; he wore jewelry on both his neck and wrists. They were large chunks of silver, all crafted with mastery. One of his pale hands clasped my small life boat.

We kill the lights and put on a show
It's all a lie
But you'd never know

“Um, I just feel like laughing.” I stuttered while I spoke. It was odd to do such a thing, he was the one who manipulated men. My foolish answer caused for the pink haired man to laugh. His laugh was flawless and sound like bells. He was perfection and it scared and enticed me.
“In the middle of the sea isn’t a good place to laugh,” His way of speaking was different but he gave a heart melting smile and my suspicion was gone. I smiled once again, feeling innocent joy rise up in my chest.

The star will shine
And then it will fall
And you will forget it all

“Then why do you choose to laugh in the middle of the sea,” I asked without a answer in mid, being around this man made my head spin.
“Because where else is a better place?” He was smiling once again; he put a soft hand to my cheek. The contact made me start thinking rationally again. My thoughts returned to thoughts of being in the middle of the seas rather than in a conversation with an angelic being.
“Who are you?” My voice returned to its usual hard tone rather than the dizzy one from before. The young man seemed to be put off by that for a brief moment. I could be imaging it, but a dark look crossed his face and his finger nails dug into the boat.
“What do you mean? I’m your friend, I’m your ally.” He laughed again; he let a wide beautiful smile coat his face as if his face was saying those same words.
I rephrased my question, putting my words coldly so this man would listen and not put her off with another bell-like laugh or another friendly smile. “Who are you?”

Now you know it's so much better to pretend
There's something waiting for you here
Every letter that you wrote
Has found its way to me my dear
You can make believe that what you say
Is what I want to hear

His pale hand reached out toward me again, he moved too quickly for me to avoid it. One of his perfect pale hands grasped my chin softly. He brought his face to my level and stared into my green eyes. His eyes were mesmerizing; both of them were identical in being as blue as the sea. They even sparkled like when sun hit the water.
“My lady, I am your friend,” His words were angelic and I could feel my head grow cloudy once again. He moved his hand from my cheek and let it settle on my hand. My hand was limp but he lifted from the floor of the boat; grasping it softly.
“Join me my princess. I promise you eternal peace.” The angel smiled at me, I felt as if I was meant to go with him. I felt as if I needed to be with him. I stood up on the small life boat, prepared to seat where he was directing. My mind was horrible foggy, I felt as if something bad was going to happen but I ignored it, I was safe. He was my friend.

I'll keep dancing through this beautiful, delusional career

I hit the water with force and I was robbed of my blind thoughts. I started to panic but a pale man grasped my hand once again. He was in the water but being in the water myself, I could now see what he really was. What I didn’t notice before was a brilliant blue scaled tail instead of human legs. Attached to his sides was a pair of blue fins both matching both his tail and eyes. With barely an effort he turned my face to look at him. He smile but this time it wasn’t beautiful, he smiled wider showing off his many formally hidden sharp pointed teeth. Whatever spell he had on me was broken.

Faking every tear

“Get away from me you monster!” I screamed at him, his charm was lost and I struggled in the water trying to get away from his firm grasp on my wrist. Rather than the bell like laugh he gave before this one was gruff. He was laughing at her.
Looking like a compromise suicide
“It’s like looking in a mirror then.” The merman gave another bell like laugh before diving into the water with his pale hand still clasped around my wrist.

Keeping all my dreams alive