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birdmajor.livejournal.com

[ four weeks. that's how long he's known her, only it wasn't quite a two-way street just yet. in fact, he hadn't even been able to work up the courage to talk to her in the month that he's "known" the girl. instead he made it a habit to sit on his ~~stupid~~ bench that she always passed by when going to and from classes, unwilling to miss a chance to see her whenever possible. (not that the bench he claimed was his in the first place, but he'd like to think otherwise. nobody else sat there! so it was okay to say it was his, right...? ... no. probably not. he'll just say that he's borrowing it. sorry, other people who sit there when he's not around. he didn't mean to be so stingy.)

today is no exception, knowing that the ~~rare human-bird species~~ ~~beautiful bird-lady that's so lovely~~ ~~what's her name? he needs to know--~~ girl would be coming around in the next hour or so. (class was let out early, so it's okay to be early too. he didn't just sit there for her, after all! ~~maybe.~~) so he sets up camp at his usual place, beaming when he realizes that there are some birds gathered around the area. (there are bread crumbs on the ground! someone must have been feeding them. this is good, he likes when the birds feel welcome!) so today is a two-for-one deal, he thinks, placing his messenger bag on the bench before pulling out his (rather tattered-looking) moleskine sketchbook and turning to a new page.

feels elated when even more birds come around to peck at the ground, carefully reaching into his bag to grab some of the bird food he carries around with him for times like these. (here you go, my friends! is this to your tastes? it's okay, i won't hurt you. see, i'll toss it closer to you than me!) his smile widens when the birds seem content enough to stay around him, slowly grabbing a pencil to begin his work and wait for his mystery bird-girl. ]

fashionmajor.livejournal.com

[ breaking into school after finals week definitely wasn't the best or brightest idea lyssa had ever had, but it was something he felt like he had to do with amanda, if only to complete his task that he was unable to go through with on prom night. it still made him feel bad whenever he thought about it, even if they had repaired amanda's (mom's mom's) dress after finding someone who could restore it properly, but still... though it wasn't like he didn't bother to talk to the girls who were to blame in the first place, of course. that wasn't a pretty discussion (he had never felt so angry towards the opposite sex before; it just wasn't in his nature, let alone hold any animosity towards anyone to begin with) but he got his point across. that was enough for him, just as long as they kept their distance. (and they did.)

nonetheless, it was lyssa's turn to do something mischievous of his own, even if he had easily gotten the keys to the school from one of the board members that his dad knew pretty well. usually he didn't bother to use those kinds of things to his advantage, but, well... albert would understand. probably just smile at lyssa and raise an eyebrow at his uncharacteristic antics. his mom would surely be amused, too. (she had always been the same way, after all. just another trait he had received from her.)

with that in mind (and his muse's hand tightly grasped into one of his own) he moves slowly and carefully around the school, almost as if they were on some secret mission. (nobody was even around, he just felt like having even more fun.) as they're walking around, he whispers over to his friend: ]

Now remember, if we get split up and someone catches you, just scream "ponies!" and I'll be there in a flash!

retromajor.livejournal.com

[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

yaysoccer.livejournal.com

[ having decided that meeting anthony half-way would be best for this particular... conversation, he walks a bit slowly, quite aware that his dorm was closer to the school than his friend-slash-goalie's house. (that and he would probably have to struggle with his mode of transportation for a while.) so instead of the usual ten minutes it takes him to arrive to this particular destination, he gives himself thirty, casually making his way to one of the benches underneath a tree.

takes a seat, pulls out his cellphone, then begins to check his messages as he waits; it would be at least another fifteen minute wait, one he was finally willing to be patient for. after all, he wasn't expecting much, anyway. when it came to feelings, expectations were the worst things to have, or so he had logically deducted throughout his childhood. besides, it wouldn't be the end of the world if anything negative happened. this was anthony, after all, the boy who clucked and bawked louder than he spoke or made any semblance of sense with his words.

... it almost made him second-guess himself. almost.

pockets his phone and tilts his head backwards instead, letting it rest against the top of the bench. just simply stares up into the branches and leaves of the tree, allowing himself to show a rare display of being lost in some non-thoughts for the time being. ]

cawmajor.livejournal.com

[ slowly makes his way up the stairs to anthony's apartment, opting to forgo the use of the elevator in favor of giving himself some time to think things over again. he had mulled over this situation countless times before, going over everything in such a meticulous way that he knew the circumstances of their re-meeting all too well. this is why he lagged even when getting this far, knowing that they had to talk about it sooner or later.

he'd rather anthony know that he hadn't abandoned or forgotten him than having an uncomfortable encounter. that was one thing he himself already knew (and felt the effects of) all too well. he refused to subject someone else to it.

eventually approaches the right apartment number in question, simply standing there to observe the door itself. quirks a small smile in appreciation of the sudden bout of nostalgia that overtakes him, though the expression soon becomes subdued in favor of remembering why he was in this situation in the first place. lifts his hand slowly to knock on the door three times.

and then he waits. ]

Current Mood: caw

master.livejournal.com

( so he thought. and thought some more. )

yaysoccer.livejournal.com

[ the streets had been pretty bare after a little traffic on the way to anthony's apartment, making due with the time they had when stopping to glance down at the arms around his waist. double-checking never hurt, considering the circumstances. as per usual he has his moments of thought over the events that had taken place throughout the day. said thoughts eventually traveled into their adventure at the lounge, concluding that it was most likely the alcohol speaking for anthony and nothing more than that; it was an acceptable self-hypothesis.

without any chatter involved (he was half-expecting puff, woo to happen any second, after all) he makes his way down the last few streets in complete silence, already quite aware of their exact destination. ]

yaybrother.livejournal.com

[ double-checks that everything in the house is straightened and in its proper place, despite having cleaned everything earlier that morning. a few peeks up the stairs towards her brother's room is the only other movement she makes besides nudging things here and there, taking a seat on the edge of a chair when she realizes that it probably won't be very long now. is quite aware (was made aware) that her brother had tricked anthony into thinking they were going to meet at twelve instead of twelve-thirty, but still can't help but glance outside the front window every few minutes to make sure that she would be there when he arrived. ]

cutemajor.livejournal.com

[ he could never forget this holiday, even if he wanted to. it's not like he celebrated it, really, not in the way that it's supposed to be celebrated, but it made him feel antsy whenever it came around. weird? something along those lines. at least his dad knew enough to not bother him today 'cept for food, & he'd made enough pasta last night to last them a week. so that he leaves him with enough free time to do the only thing he wants to do today, and that--

--is spinning his little dreidel. in the corner of his room, crouched as low to the ground as he possibly could. legs drawn up to his chest while using his right hand to spin the top over & over & over. something in the back of his mind tells him that he probably has something else to do today (like someone coming over... or something?) but that seems to fade away quickly enough. ]

cutemajor.livejournal.com

[ he's not sure how, but he's absolutely certain that it's one of those mornings where waking up would be a Bad Idea. even when he's only half-awake, he can feel the dull throb in his head, signaling the presence of a progressively worsening migraine. presses a hand to his forehead gingerly as he peeks open one eye. shuts it immediately when the light amplifies the headache even further. somehow manages to roll over onto his side with a soft groan, expression twisting into one of pain as he patterns out his breathing.

several minutes later, reattempts at opening his eyes. is successful this time, leaving him to blink owlishly at the blurry image of the (foreign-but-not) room laid out before him. jerks bodily when he realizes that this is not his room, but tony's. doesn't quite get to the point of throwing himself off the bed, however, hindered quite successfully by the pounding headache. feels slightly better upon realizing that tony's strangely absent, filling him with a sense of hope that he can get away unscathed. as such, he stubbornly pushes down the memories as he wraps his arms around his head, concentrating on breathing & recovering so that he can escape as soon as possible. ]

Current Mood: ow bawk

sexymajor.livejournal.com

[ pulls onto the street across from anthony's apartment complex to park his car, turning the vehicle off before leaning back into the seat in silence. a day when they're both free was rare to come by nowadays, thus the sudden decision to grab the boy when he was given the a-okay by anthony himself. only this time he was going to him instead of the other way around, a good way to practice on getting back into something more comfortable with the friend(s) he had not been able to spend time with as often as he would have liked. still, it was a good start, and that's really all that mattered to him.

drums his fingers against the steering wheel in thought, shaking his head before getting out of the car, pocketing his keys after he's locked up. doesn't take any time in doing the typical routine (that he had not been able to do in quite some time)-- walks in, waits for the elevator, steps inside to push the button for the correct floor number, then strolls on out when the ding signals his arrival. his feet carry him at a leisurely pace towards the apartment, arriving in no time at all; after he knocks he shoves his hands into his pockets, taking a look around the hallway as if this were his first time visiting. a moment's thought makes him grin to himself a little (the things that happened last time they were alone together, still going over that day with some fondness attached despite the bad moments), schooling the smile to instead train his eyes on the door to wait for his friend to appear. ]

prettymajor.livejournal.com

[ continues her trek towards one of the less crowded areas of the school, holding two bags full of (homemade) food close to her chest. when she spots her company for the afternoon she shifts the excess weight to free her hands; comes up behind anthony, reaching up to put her palms over his eyes as she happily exclaims: ]

Guess who~!

cutemajor.livejournal.com

[ stretches when p.e. class is finally over, feeling a little bit like jelly, a little bit like a boulder & a little bit of weakling. shakes his arms a bit to free himself of that feeling, rubbing the back of his neck as he silently tells himself that though the class would only grow to be more strenuous as the semester goes on (especially during the stress-high weeks of exam prep), he'd still enjoy it, not regret it. etcetra. but at the moment, he stinks, even to himself. after spending a rude amount of time at the water fountain (drinking his fill, ignoring his surroundings as usual), he changes directions toward the lockers, intent on taking a quick shower, changing out of his gym clothes & perhaps heading home early for the day. ]

healingmajor.livejournal.com

[ a party at the end of finals was something alyssa had not been entirely interested in, merely shaking her head a little bit shyly when the offer was brought to her attention in class one day. of course, this was before anthony had shrugged and said they should go since the opportunity was there. why not? was what alyssa got out of it, prompting her to quickly agree with some hesitation despite herself. and this was why the girl sat tucked into a corner of one of the couches in the room, tapping the cup in her hands a little for no reason in particular other than giving herself something to do.

with her feet moving back and forth to the music that plays overhead, she sips her (thankfully untouched) punch slowly, eyes glancing around at all the students that are mingling in small groups here and there. a part of her wasn't sure why people were watching her and anthony closely every now and then, as if they knew something that she did not. nonetheless she continues to sit there in silence, glancing down at her phone every now and then to see if she has any texts from nathan-- she was sure he would be doing that throughout the duration of her stay. ]

cutemajor.livejournal.com

[ hits send on the text message to alyssa -- that he's coming to visit for a short while -- before he starts up his scooter & steers himself in the direction of nathan's apartment. his backpack is holding only one thing, but it's precious enough of a bundle that he wears the backpack against his stomach. ignores the looks he's getting both on & off the street, parking tinkerbell in her usual corner spot. it's been almost two weeks since he's saw her (two weeks to recover), which is why he'd armed himself with a present in apology.

stands in front of the door to the stairs for a moment, wondering if he's feeling up to the physical exertion today-- then just changes direction to walk in the direction of the elevator. glances up at the ceiling of it when he's on board & pressed the proper number, feeling a little nervous for no reasons he could consciously finger. decides to shrug it off the best he can when he shuffles off it, rummaging around his backpack to take out the wrapped present before something (someone?) in front of a door catches his eye.

... stops. blinks. ]

. . . ? [ belatedly realizes that the boy is front of the door he needs to reach, making him pause, blink & speak: ] . . . Hi.

flowertype.livejournal.com

[ the afternoon had been full of nothing but scooting about the flower shop, peeking out through the windows every once in a while for any sign of anthony. for it to rain early that morning and just progress throughout the day made him worried, especially with the thought that his employee (friend) had to ride in that weather. he already has a towel in hand, wringing it nervously between his palms, continuing his fretting and pacing near the entrance of the flower shop in silence. ]

cutemajor.livejournal.com

[ today was a thursday. thursday means skipping classes is alright in his book, & so when tony had invited him over, he'd taken up the offer almost gladly despite being told that tony wouldn't be in until later. he'd shrugged that off, dazing lightly on the couch while watching TV in the beginning. but that had quickly bored him, propelling him to wander the dorm before he finds himself beginning to clean, pushing him from the kitchen to the living room, the bathroom, and finally -- after a long period of hesitance -- tony's room.

he's picking through a pile of clothes (while carefully leaving the suspiciously female-type clothing in a separate basket) when something catches his eye -- a box, peeking out from underneath tony's bed. he's not quite sure what it is about the box that makes him curious enough to open it, but he does. & inside, he finds what looks like letters, each folded with such meticulous care & affection that he momentarily forgets to feel ashamed at not even hesitating to gingerly open one to peek through it.

& that's how spends the rest of the afternoon, reading through the letters that paint a clearer picture of his friend than he's ever known (or been told from tony himself). lowers his hands, still clutching the last of the letters, into his lap. hangs his head as he stares down at the floor, bangs covering his face as he struggles with the myriad of emotions -- the strongest of them being a strange ache in his chest, the second being shame at peering through what had been obviously private. wipes at his eyes quickly (angrily?) with an arm while carefully placing the letters back inside the box. pushes that back under tony's bed before he stands, making his way to the door upon deciding that it'd be best for him to go home for the afternoon. ]

cutemajor.livejournal.com

[ packs the essential water bottles & sandwiches in his backpack before he's off, putt putt putting to the fair's designated parking spot. doesn't immediately head for the meeting spot, however, strolling on over the bathroom first to do his business. before he leaves, he takes a moment to poke at some of the misbehaving strands on his head in a slightly disgruntled manner. attempts smoothing the strands down twice, then shakes his head, accepting the catastrophe that had been yesterday's sudden rain shower.

making his way back into the outside world, he ignores the trail of waddling seagulls behind him & begins to lazily walk toward the ticket booth to wait for alyssa & tony. ]

prideofchange.livejournal.com

[ it had been one of those days for alyssa, the ones that rendered her unable to attend classes for more than a few hours-- the ones that had nathan running to her as quickly as possible. thankfully her health and mood seemed to improve throughout the afternoon, giving nathan time to decide whether or not to call albert. when she seemed fine in less time than usual he decided against it, instead suggesting some things for them to do to pass the time. of course, a disney film reigned supreme.

when their movie came to a close nathan turned to look down at alyssa, the girl curled up with her head on his lap, dozing off into what seemed to be a peaceful sleep. he didn't take any time in picking her up gently and moving towards his room, laying her down on top of his bed before grabbing a blanket and putting it over her small body. smiles down at her and brushes a hand against her hair, shutting the door half-way when he makes it back into the living room to start picking up the steadily growing mess that had accumulated throughout the hours of her stay. ]

healingmajor.livejournal.com

[ exactly three and a half months later alyssa returned from her trip with her parents, feeling refreshed and rather happy in the face of what she considered a new beginning. the change of scenery was needed, as well as the lost (& hopefully only brief) contact between friends gave her more of a reason to keep going on strong; to mend things, to make things right again.

it is now that she returns to the campus, having decided that it was best to move back in with her parents for the time being. thinks she merely missed home too much to properly focus on things that needed to be focused on, knowing that the change was necessary and very much so welcomed (from her dad especially). at the moment she resides under one of the trees a bit further out from the building where her first class was held in, contently reading a book to pass the hours until her next class started. flips through it leisurely, eyes trained to focus on that and nothing more. tucks a strand of now-short hair behind an ear, feeling calm and at peace with the world as a whole. ]

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