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Post by Jamie Allen on Dec 29, 2010 10:14:29 GMT
…why do i get the feeling* * * it’s gonna’ be one of those days again I could hear her, but her voice seemed to ring in my ears. It wasn't clear. Now that I tried to concentrate, nothing was clear. Everything just passed in a blur of noise and colorful shapes. My head was spinning and my legs didn't seem to be under my control anymore. I couldn't feel textures, but I felt... Hot. Like I was in a microwave. I wondered what it would be like to be in a microwave. I made a mental note to try that someday... Would it kill me? Probably. Would it make a mess? Definitely. "Have you ever been in a microwave?" I asked socially. She gave me a weird look and I stumbled a little. I could practically feel the microwave heat burning me. "Ow," I murmured thoughtfully. "I bet it hurts. You know, now that I think about it, my dorm doesn't even have a microwave," I blinked at the realisation. "What kind of dorm doesn't have a microwave? I mean, don't people like, live off instant meal when they're in college? Where I come from--" I broke off. Should I be talking about this? She might find out what I am. But does that matter? I wasn't sure, I couldn't think straight...
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 12:56:25 GMT
so raise your glass if you are wrong - + - + - + - + - + - Microwaves wasn't exactly the topic I had hoped for but at least it was something. I hoped she hadn't taken too much of that drink. I needed water for her. I got her out of the sorority.Or was it a frat? I couldn't remember. Ah shite, I wasn't going to remember this in the morning. I put her sitting on a bench but she was sliding sideways. I put her lying down and placed my bunched up hoodie under her head. She was shaking. Shitbucket. "Don't move Jamie. I'll be right back" I said, trying to sound re-assuring. "Don't take anything from anyone. I mean it" I ran it into the main school building and got a bottle of water from the vending machine. Then I took a small blanket from the back of a chair. They had a fancy proper name but I couldn't remember it.
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Post by Jamie Allen on Dec 29, 2010 19:14:30 GMT
…why do i get the feeling* * * it’s gonna’ be one of those days again "Hey," Some guy sat next to me. Did I know him? He looked kind of familiar... Ah yes! He was in my Literature classes. His name was... Kyle, I think. "So Claire and I just broke up. She hit me, can you believe it?" He pointed to a small cut on his eyebrow. "But you... You look really pretty tonight. I just wanted to tell you that." He shrugged a little closer to me and I moved a little further away. "I like this whole braid thing you got going on," He picked up the braid in my hair, twirling it in between his fingers. "It's very loud out here," He noted. "It is, isn't it!" I exclaimed, finally drawn into the conversation. "It makes me dizzy," I stated innocently. "Well... Do you want to go somewhere quieter?" He asked sociably. "Okay!" I smiled peppily, letting him take my hand and lead me away.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 19:30:28 GMT
so raise your glass if you are wrong - + - + - + - + - + - I ran back out to the bench where I had left Jamie. She wasn't there. Shit. Shit shit shit! Did that girl not have any sense? What the fuck was she doing?! Shit! "Jamie!" I called. "where are you?!" Where the fuck was she gone?! Breath, Frankie, breath. I was going kill her if she wasn't already dead. Shit, what if she was dead??? "JAMIE" I screamed, running around campus. I was freaking out.
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Post by Jamie Allen on Dec 29, 2010 19:55:08 GMT
…why do i get the feeling* * * it’s gonna’ be one of those days again "JAMIE!" I heard the scream from quite a distance away, and stopped walking. "I think that's Frankie," I blurted out, starting to walk back. He grabbed my arm to stop me, and I turned around. "What are you doing?" I asked in confusion. He was squeezing my wrist so hard that I could feel pressure on the bone. "Let me go, Kyle," I frowned. He said nothing, just pulled me further into him. "Kyle, you're hurting me!" I protested, now using my other hand to try and pry his fingers off of me. "C'mon, Jamie!" He grinned widely, "It's just a little fun. You know how to have fun, right?" He started pulling me towards a darkened alleyway. "Yes, but my friend is calling for me!" I protested. Did humans not answer when called? Why wasn't he letting me leave?
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 20:12:22 GMT
so raise your glass if you are wrong - + - + - + - + - + - I had to find her. Where was she? ?!!!!! I called after her again and again with no reply. I ran the whole way around campus looking for her. I heard someone who sounded like they were in trouble. Down a dark alley. Why was it always the dark alleys? Why not happy sunny parks?! I listened harder. It was Jamie. Relief washed over me. I walk down the alley quietly. When I got closer to the voices I saw that she wasn't alone. Some prick was trying it on with her. "Get the fuck away from her" I growled at him. "Oh look, here's your friend" He grinned, keeping a tight grip in Jamie. "Nice of you to join us, shortie" That was it. He's a fucking goner. I pulled Jamie's arm out of his grip. "Do you want to say that again asshole?" I hissed at him. He started laughing. "What's that munchkin?" I punched in in the nose and kneed him in the balls. "What was that? I might be short but I can still make you cry like a girl. Touch her again and I swear I'll fucking kill you" I left him there and went over to Jamie. "Drink this" I said, handing her the bottle of water. "We need to get you inside."
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Post by Jamie Allen on Dec 29, 2010 20:30:54 GMT
…why do i get the feeling* * * it’s gonna’ be one of those days again "Oh, he doesn't look very well," I said innocently as I stepped over Kyle on the floor and took the bottle of water. I poured a little of it into my mouth, and looked around. Where were we? It was dark and damp and lonely... "This is an odd sort of place," I mused, touching the walls as we past. They were wet and cold and slimey. "Do you live here?" I asked curiously. She was pulling me along with her; the street lights hit me with startling brightness. I rubbed my eyes. "Where are we going?" I asked dizzily.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 20:40:14 GMT
I was getting a freaky sort of de javu. I couldn't remember where from though. "We are going inside. What dorm are you-" I stopped mid sentence. She was hardly going to know now. I'd have to bring her up to mine. She talked a lot of nonsense on our way up. Most of it I ignored.. She was as high as a kite. "Keep drinking that" I said to her as I brought her into my dorm room. Luckily, my room mate hadn't moved in yet. "Sit there" I said, sitting her on my bed. I went into the bathroom and brought the plastic bin that was in there out. "You're going to be sick and when you do, puke in here" I said, handing it to her. "the more water you drink the better it will be for you"
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Post by Jamie Allen on Dec 29, 2010 21:06:12 GMT
…why do i get the feeling* * * it’s gonna’ be one of those days again "But I don't feel sick--" Blurgh. I was sick. I did as she ordered and vomitted into the plastic bin while she held my hair back. What was wrong with me? I hadn't even drank that much! "Oh... That tastes icky," I groaned, as she gave me some mints which I took gladly. "What's wrong with me?" I whined, feeling my stomach twist unpleasantly and I felt a sharp unbearable pain in my head. "Ah, ah okay, ah," I gasped, my brow furrowing as I frowned. "Do you have any of those..." What were they called again? Gwah, humans had such weird names for things! Dispera... Dispin...Disper-disperin! That was it! "Disperin?" I asked dizzily. "Oh, I need to lie down," I moaned, falling back onto the bed. The sudden movement only made my headache so much worse. "Gah! What's wrong with me?" I yelled, as I felt myself becoming very heavy and hot, and started sweating.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 21:22:12 GMT
I took the bin from her and dumped the contents of it down the sink. "your drink was spiked" I sighed, sitting down beside her. "you need to keep drinking water to dilute it and get it out of your system faster. I can't give you any headache tablets because that will make you a lot worse. You just gunna have to wait" I felt bad for her. Drugs were horrible.
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Post by Jamie Allen on Dec 29, 2010 21:57:57 GMT
…why do i get the feeling* * * it’s gonna’ be one of those days again "Spiked my... Spiked?" I asked in confusion. I wasn't one hundo per cent sure of human phrases. "I had a friend who liked to be called Spike once," I remembered, "He used to torture people with railroad spikes," I thought back on that man. "He was British. I think that explains it." I looked back to her. Woah, now there was two of her. "Why are the monkeys always French?" I asked randomly. She was looking at me like I was mental. "No, really, the monkeys are always French." I looked her up and down. "You didn't know that?"
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 22:09:17 GMT
God, now I know why Danny left me that night. I couldn't leave Jamie though. "Oh yeah, who doesn't love French monkeys" I nodded. "I think you should drink more water." She should be back to normal soon.
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Post by Jamie Allen on Dec 29, 2010 22:46:59 GMT
…why do i get the feeling* * * it’s gonna’ be one of those days again I gulped down the remainder of the water. "Do you have any cheese?" I asked suddenly, and she looked at me in shock. "I'm craving cheese," I fell back onto the bed dizzily, feeling weak. For some reason, Frankie came close to me again. I didn't know why, maybe it was the 'spike' in my drink, but I grabbed her collar and pulled her down to me, pressing my lips against hers. I ate a mint, so she was fine. Hey, it's not my fault I'm gay. "I'm sorry," I pursed my lips, pulling away. "God, I'm so sorry," i stood up too quick, feeling dizzy. "God, I hope you're not a homophobe and if you weren't before you probably are now," I shook my head, "That was stupid of me -- I don;t know why I did it," I swallowed hard.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 22:56:10 GMT
The kiss was unexpected, but not unwanted. This is what I had wanted since the moment I laid eyes on her. She was my prey. But why did I feel bad? I wanted to kiss her, screw that, I wanted to fuck her. But I didn't want to take advantage of her. I couldn't resist the temptation. So I kissed her. And I kissed her again. One thing led to another and, like they said in Mamma Mia, . . .
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Post by Jamie Allen on Dec 29, 2010 23:39:21 GMT
*ONE HOUR LATER* "Mmm... What happened?" I groaned, opening my eyes in an unfamiliar room. I didn't feel as dizzy anymore, and my thoughts were beginning to come in clear. I sat up too fast and got headrush. Someones arm was on top of my lower stomach. I blinked, my vision blurred and my head spinning. I looked down to the person lying beside me. Did I know her? She looked familiar. It took me a moment for the name to come back to me... Frankie. Had we slept together? Wait wait wait... She was gay?? Oh. Wow. Why couldn't I remember anything?? And where the hell were my clothes?? And why would I sleep with a complete stranger?? That was so... Not me! Frankie opened her eyes and sat up. I put my face in my hands. "What happened? Why can't I remember anything?" I moaned.
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