Yay mary! *Hugs*
Demian stopped a little. It was Sigfried and Roy, with their white tiger. He shut it off anyway, coming to the kitchen. He removed the burning hot bread, though he didn't feel it on his hands. He put it on the table. "Yay. Sandwhich clothing." He laughed.
Did you sleep last night? :?: And i posted...
"Sandwiches sound good." Demian said, taking out the bread and putting it in the microwave. He gathered the other things to make the sandwiches with. His head stopped spinning, then he looked at Kyline. "Yeah, i'm fine." He said, realizing the TV had turned itself on in the other room. "Damn it..."
Demian sat down, shaking his head from side to side. "Yeah, i'm fine." He said, opening the refrigerator. "Try to find something edible." He joked, peering over her shoulder into his family's shabbily pathetic refrigerator. He reached for the head of lettuce, intenting to make a salad.
Demian moaned at the knock. His hair had been flattened, a bit. He pulled on a cap, running to the door. He slid, slamming agaisnt it. "Ow!" He pulled open the door nonetheless, and welcomed her. "Yeah...come in..." He said, head spinning. Holy crap....it was like he had lost all traction on his feet, and the bottoms didn't stick to the tile like they were supposed to.
"Yeah, okay." He said, managing a weak laugh. He terminated the call, running to his room. He pulled off his shirt, pulling on a new one. It seemed a little tight. It didn't seem any shorter in the sleeves....huh. Weird. He put on a new pair of jeans, glancing at the clock. Three minutes left. He tried wetting down his uncooroportive hair, but failed miserably.
"Whichever. If you need to get yourself ready, go ahead. Not that you're ugly or anything. It's just...never mind. I'll shut up now." He said, facepalming. "Any idea of what you want over here? I'm gonna go make myself presentable, so i'm gonna have to go get ready in a sec."
"I...have...meat. There's a couple packages of...I think it's cheese....no, wait...that's chicken. No, that's cheese, all right. And there's this lettuce, and some frozed bread, and this steak that my mom said she'd cook a week ago and never did. Raw, and dripping on the chicken. Wait, no, I said that was cheese, right?" He asked, laughing. "Why don't you come over here? I'm sure I can make something out of all this." He offered, sitting on a chair.
"Well, then a mixture of Godzilla and....Hulk Hogan?" He shuddered at the thought. "Wouldn't that be weird?" He mused, walking in his house. He opened his fridge, looking around. What did he want....."Kyline? What sounds good to eat?" He said, debating while letting the cold out of the refrigerator.
I just finished reading it all. A couple letters for you: O. M. G. Seriously, good job. It inspires me to make my own...*sparkleeye* But I won't, 'cause it'll suck. SO THAT MEANS YOU HAVE TO FINISH! YOU NEED CONFIDENCE! *Showers confidence confetti upon you*
"Heh." He muttered, sitting on a brick. A huge man walked by, stomping on the sidewalk. "Damn, what'd the sidewalk do to him?" He wondered. He let his legs dangle off the side, and he looked at the telephone. "Well, I think I just saw a monstrosity walk by. I think he may have been the child of Godzilla....and...and...what gender was Godzilla again?" He asked, exasperated.
"When are you not lying around?" He asked, laughing. A kid ran over his foot with a bike, and he snorted heavily through his nose. "Ow." He muttered, backing into his house. "God, can't people slow down in this neighborhood. I just might have to come over there just to stay alive." He joked, flipping off the kid as he left. (Around the middle of page three or so, probably. It's not gonna be instantaneous, it's gonna take a while. Well, for yours, anyway. And I have other things planned for later. )
((Thank you. I'm trying to find people to come! x^x (I'm upside down!) )) Demian thought about what to say. If he was telling the truth, he would say, "I'm thinking about how i'm gonna ask you out." But he didn't. "I'm just standing outside my house, looking at all the people with important things to do rushing by in cars and bikes. "What are you doing?" He asked, a tinge of laughter in his voice. He replaced the necklace under his shirt.
Demian sighed, hearing a sharp intake of breath on her side. "Don't worry about it, we'll be fine. You'll be fine, I mean." Oh god, he wasn't very social. "You okay? I can come over, if you want." He said, trying not to sound super-duper-i'm-gonna-stalk-you pushy. He twisted a small charm on a necklace.
"Kinda. Like she was looking right through you? Or, like, who you should be?" He asked, going to his room and pulling on a jacket and shoes. He stepped outside. "And when I looked in the window, she put our plates into this container." He said, stepping outside. It was always nicer to talk out here. peaceful.
"Hey, Kyrine! It's me, Demian!" He said happily. "Last night, that was weird, huh?" He asked, getting up. He shut off the TV to eliminate any background static. "I wonder if one of our friends did something, huh?" He mused out loud.
Demian lay on the sofa of his house, watching TV. He scratched at his forehead, it had been bothering him a little. He eyed the phone, but continued watching TV. It turned to a commercial about cell phones. Fine, God. I'll call her. He punched in Kyrine's number, he had it memorized. He absentmindedly tapped his fingers on the wood of the table next to him. They make loud sounds. He stopped, listening to the ring of her telephone. What had that lady looked at us for? Maybe one of his friends....no way. He wouldn't have a one-night stand with a Creole lady's daughter! You just don't do that! I mean, seriously. What about all that voodoo crap that they talk about?
((Well, sure. If you want.))
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