Story time!
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Thread Topic: Story time!
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"Don't cry, Nara~." He said jokingly.
"I'm not crying!" He pouted.
"Heheh! Your face is so cute when you get frustrated abnd pout like that!"
Nara blushed. "I-I'm not cute!"
"Yes you are! You're vewy vewy cewt!"
"You're very very creepy!" He laughed and pushed him back to avoid kisses on his cheeks. 'He's so weird! But he's my friend and that's all I want.'
Akita looked at her brother with a look of disgust. "You're so dumb, Aomori. He's not right and you know it." -
*Sticks tounge out* Bweh Akita
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The bell rings.
"Off to orchestra!" Aomori lifted up Nara and carried him to their class.
"Ah! Put me down!" He laughed, hitting his back.
"Nevah, my beauty! Hehehe!"
"God you're weird!"
"Damn right I am!"
After stepping into the room, Aomori set down Nara. The boy punched his arm. "Don't pick my up, you jerk!" He grinned and grabbed his instrument, the violin. He enjoyed playing it. It's sound calmed him. Aomori liked the bass. It was large and low. Sad yet happy, and he liked it. He also loved how it's sound vibrates the air, even the ground. -
Hehe
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^o^ I love this story teehee *listens happily*
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They practiced their parts throughout the hour, playing slowly to study each note. Whenever there was a screw up...well...teacher wasn't happy.
"I expect you all to practice at home for an hour! Your parents can sign these sheets!"
Nara slumped. Parents. Something he definitely didn't have, no aunts or uncles. Not even a grandmother. "Damn..."
"What's wrong?" Aomori gave him a look that said 'Im here. Tell me'.
"I.....I don't have anyone taking care of me...I live alone..." He turned away.
He gave him a look of sympathy. "Oh...Just tell the teacher he'll understand..."
"But then...I don't wanna end up in a foster family or anything..."
"Hmm...Maybe you can stay with us, then my mom can do it for you."
"Really? She'd do that?" He smiled. 'Friends...Are better than being alone...'.
"Yeah. Akita might be a little p---- baby about it, but she can get to know you better this way too."
"Yeah...Okay. We'll do that." Both smiled and walked to their next class. "You know...Having a friend...ain't that bad." Nara smiled.
"Heh, I knew you'd come around eventually. I'm too hard to resist." Aomori joked.
Nara rolled his eyes. "Too weird and persistent to get rid of is more like it." -
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After the last few hours of school, the two collected their things. Of course it wasn't that easy. "Here come the meatheads..." Aomori whispered. And, of course, Aomori's the one shoved into a row of lockers. Nara growled. "What did I-Ngh!" He felt weight crush him against his locker.
"You're so weak! That tough stuff was just an act!"
There were a few girls, cheerleaders, who giggled. "Get em, babe!" One called.
"N-Nara..." Aomori's eyes fixed on him. He couldn't look away from them.
'Damnit, Aomori...Stop looking at me like that!' Nara had a sudden idea. He relaxed.
"Giving up already?" The idiot laughed and loosened some of his weight allowing Nara a chance to shove him off.
"Don't touch Aomori...You were warned." He jumped at one, cracking their head against some lockers.
"You fuker!" He grabbed at the boy, who again pushed him into the lockers.
"How do you li-"
A whistle sounded, high and piercing.
Principal. -
Ugh Nara's going to get in trouble because the jocks are asses? >:| *listens and makes popcorn*
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"What do you think you're doing?!" She screeched.
Nara sank back beside Aomori.
Aomori spoke out. "He knew it was wrong but...Nara didn't want to see me get hurt. He was only defending me and himself..."
"Well you're all gonna be meeting tomorrow morning. Get home, NOW!"
The populars scurried away. Aomori helped Nara outside.
"Took you long e-Why is he here?" Akita glared. "Are you serious? Don't tell me you're GAY or something, Aomori..."
"Shut up and start moving...He helped me today...Twice." Aomori said firmly. "It's common for friends to help each other. Don't you help your friends when they help you?"
"No duh!" She replied. "I'm not a jerk!"
"You are right now. How you're treating Nara."
She glanced at the quiet teen. He was leaned slightly on Aomori for support, he seemed to be shaking. -
"You can relax now, Nara." He smiled and pat his back. Nara nodded and sighed.
Akita just rolled her eyes and walked up to the house. Aomori unlocked the door and helped his friend to the couch. "You just relax. I'll go over our plan with my mom."
Nara watched Aomori walk out and looked around. "Damn...He's fricken rich...!"
"Yeah...We are..." Akita glared. "I suggest you go home."
"You're brother invited me so I'll stay as long as I want, little girl. Go to your room and do whatever teenage girls do." He gestured for her to shoo.
"You're an ass. I hope the jocks kill you. Slowly."
"You started b----in before me..." He yawned and stretched.
Aomori walked in with his mother, it's obvious where Aomori's looks come from. Both watched the angry Akita stomp upstairs. "What's with her?" Aomori asked.
Nara shrugged. "I dunno."
"Mom said you can stay, but you gotta follow her rules and help around the house."
"I can do that. I'm a quick cleaner."
Aomori's mother smiled. "Good...You two should go do your homework and then feel free to do whatever you want."
"We will. Thanks mom!" Aomori took Nara's arm and dragged him upstairs to his room. -
*munches popcorn*
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After working on their homework, the two showered up and watched a movie.
"Hey, Aomori?"
"Yeah, Nara-chan?"
"You have a mom, clearly, but do you have a dad?"
"Yeah, he just works and travels a lot. You may or may not see him. Just depends. He'll often bring gifts for us too."
"Oh. You really live the good life huh?"
"Pretty much yeah."
"You'd be really popular at school..."
"Tch. They'd only go after my money. That's why mom doesn't want us bragging about it."
"I see." Nara curled up in bed. "I'm so tired..."
"Dude, it's only 8. Eh who am I kidding? You were kickin ass. You just rest up then." Aomori smiled. "Godd night, Nara."
"G'Night....." Nara drifted off. -
(too tired...I'll continue tomorrow...)
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Okie good night Mo :3 Awesome writing.
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