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...it totally sucks that I go to bed not because I'm tired or sleepy, but because I'm dizzy/blurry-eyed to the point where I'm having great trouble focusing on written text, and I'm feeling like throwing up, accompanied by a stomach ache...
Also, my grand plan of regular and fairly healthy meals lasted the grand total of, what, two days? Why is it either "OMG, SO HUNGRY! FOOD! MUST HAVE OR I WILL DIE!" or "ugh, I've got food up to my fucking throat, feel like puking, this sucks" with me? Something in between every now and then would be nice. I also find it hilarious that I think of my current stomach situation as "better" or even "not so bad" when it's clearly so fucked up it's insane (the details, you do not wanna know).
I guess that says something about how bad it actually was. My dream is to someday have a normal stomach, though. I mean, how awesome would that be? But yeah, might as well ask for regular period, no headaches, no pain in my ear, and no dizziness/"light spots" (Actually, neither of those are correct. lately, I've started to think that maybe it's 'cause I see the bacteria or whatever floating around in my eye, just a little, and their movement makes it hard to focus on everything else, so everything seems blurry, or like it's all moving around ever so slightly, or something), as well, for all the good it would do me.
/emo
sorry 'bout that. For forcing y'all to read through that have something fun:
Isador shifted so he could sit more comfortably on the thick branch, one leg dangling on each side. The cold autumn wind seemed even colder this far up, but he still simply had to climb, even if he wasn't quite sure what had compelled him to do so in the first place.
Despite the cold, he was kinda glad he had, though. The view was beautiful, as the sun was slowly setting, bathing the town in an orange-and-yellow glow - the parts of it not already in those hues, coloured by the leaves. He wondered idly why he'd never thought of climbing to check out the view before.
It was definitely worth it. Even if he wasn't quite sure how he should get back down. He laughed at his own stupidity. He was gonna fall, and break a leg or something, and nobody would find him, 'cause no-one ever came up to this hill, by the old, abandoned church never used anymore.
"Isador!" a familiar voice called, loud enough for him to rub his ears with a wince, even though it came from far enough away. Trev sure had some pair of lungs on him. "God, when I find you I swear I'm gonna strangle you. You ditched our promise. Again, damn you."
Whoops. Isador grinned sheepishly. He'd forgotten about the promise. Maybe he shouldn't call out and give away his position. Between being stuck in a tree for the night and having his very best friend chew him out - again - he wasn't quite sure what was the worse choice.
His stomach grumbled loudly, putting forth its argument as well, which tipped the scale. "Trev!" he called. "I'm up here. I got stuck."
He couldn't help laughing at the loud grumbles punctured every now and then by breaking sticks that signaled Trev's progress. "What the hell are you doing up there?" he asked, when he finally reached Isador's tree, a lone oak set slightly apart from the others that made up the little wood surrounding the hill.
"Cheking out the view?" Isador suggested with a grin. "But now I can't come down."
Trev snorted, and dug his hands deep into the pockets of his duffel coat. "What are you, a cat? Should I call the fire department and have them get you down?"
"Meow?" he replied, wishing he had coat pockets of his own. He only had a normal jacket, though, and he preferred using his hands to steady himself. Being a little cold trumped falling from a tree any day.
Once again, Trev did that little snort of his, the one he always did when he was secretly amused, but whatever he'd found funny was too stupid for him to actually acknowledge and laugh properly at. Instead, he sighed, and got his hands out of his pockets and reached up as far as he could.
"Well?" Trev asked. "C'mon, then."
Isador blinked in confusion. "What?"
His best friend rolled his eyes, and sighed again. He did that a lot when he thought Isador was being stupid. Isador glared at him. He didn't like it when Trev thought he was stupid.
"What do you think? Just jump, man," Trev explained. "Don't worry, I'll catch you."
"...." he replied simply, not quite sure how to react to that. Jump? From the tree? Would Trev really catch him? Could he? He wasn't exactly a body-builder, and Isador wasn't that small, either. He bit his lip in thoughts, unsure.
"Don't you trust me?" Trev's tone was neutral, but Isador couldn't help but think he sounded slightly hurt. "Have some faith, man. Haven't I always busted your ass out of your stupid mistakes? Haven't I always caught you?"
Nodding, Isador had to agree to that one, but he was still quite sure there was a difference between metaphorically catching someone, and actually cathing someone jumping from a friggin' huge tree.
Trev made encouraging hand movements, and with a nervous sigh, Isador swung his one leg over so they were both on the same side of the branch, and slowly let himself drop down, closing his eyes in terror as the ground came closer. But there was no harsh encounter with it, just Trev's warm arms and warm chest, as they fell to the ground with a soft "oof." And when Isador opened his eyes, they met Trev's equally warm eyes.
A slight blush spread on his cheeks, but he threw away the unnecessary thoughts, and laughed instead. "You really did catch me!"
Trev smiled softly, one of those pretty, oh, so slight smiles of his. "Of course I did."
And apparently Isador hadn't thrown those bad thoughts far enough away, because they came rushing back, and before he could even think, he'd pressed his lips against Trev's, a giddy energy running through him, making him feel like running around like mad.
Then sanity came back. "I-I'm sorry!" he stammered as he pulled back, hastily getting off. "I'm heavy, right? I'll move, right now."
But Trev's arms just circled tighter around him, dragging him back. "Nah, you're not heavy," he replied, voice husky. And was he blushing too? Nah, he couldn't possibly be. "And don't say you're sorry, I'll start thinking you didn't mean it."
"What?!" Isador squawked, mouth working with all the other things he wanted to ask, but none of it coming out.
Trev sighed. "Man, if I'd known you liked me, I would've made a move ages ago. What a waste," he mumbled.
"What?!" Isador repeated. He couldn't even come up with any questions this time, so his jaw just went slack with amazement. This was just... weird. Too good to be true. Well, if it was a dream or some hallucination or something, it wouldn't harm to get another kiss before snapping out of it, right?
"C'mere," Trev smiled, pulling him down to that kiss he wanted, and then Trev's tongue slipped past Isador's lips to map his mouth, and he couldn't stop the soft moan from leaving him.
As if shocked, Trev pulled back, and just stared at him. And then a completely predatory grin spread on his face. "Like that, do you?"
Isador felt his cheeks heat uncomfortably. He was probably tomato-coloured, too. He nodded, not sure if he could get any words out at all.
"Well, that makes two of us."
He blinked in disbelief, and it almost felt as if tears were gonna gather in his eyes. He blinked rapidly to dispel them. He wasn't some weepy girl. Trev hugged him close, so his chin was resting on Trev's shoulder, and his nose was brushing the half-dead grass below them.
"I love you, Isador," Trev whispered in his ears.
Still tongue-tied in surprise, Isador replied by simply hugging Trev even closer, with the full intention of never letting go.
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uuh, I changed their names like three times. I hope I didn't miss any name changes. Also hope I got rid of all the A's. Isador kept wanting to be turned into Isadora.... ^^;;
Inspired by Firefly - Christina Metaxa, representing Cyprus in ESC
Also, my grand plan of regular and fairly healthy meals lasted the grand total of, what, two days? Why is it either "OMG, SO HUNGRY! FOOD! MUST HAVE OR I WILL DIE!" or "ugh, I've got food up to my fucking throat, feel like puking, this sucks" with me? Something in between every now and then would be nice. I also find it hilarious that I think of my current stomach situation as "better" or even "not so bad" when it's clearly so fucked up it's insane (the details, you do not wanna know).
I guess that says something about how bad it actually was. My dream is to someday have a normal stomach, though. I mean, how awesome would that be? But yeah, might as well ask for regular period, no headaches, no pain in my ear, and no dizziness/"light spots" (Actually, neither of those are correct. lately, I've started to think that maybe it's 'cause I see the bacteria or whatever floating around in my eye, just a little, and their movement makes it hard to focus on everything else, so everything seems blurry, or like it's all moving around ever so slightly, or something), as well, for all the good it would do me.
/emo
sorry 'bout that. For forcing y'all to read through that have something fun:
Isador shifted so he could sit more comfortably on the thick branch, one leg dangling on each side. The cold autumn wind seemed even colder this far up, but he still simply had to climb, even if he wasn't quite sure what had compelled him to do so in the first place.
Despite the cold, he was kinda glad he had, though. The view was beautiful, as the sun was slowly setting, bathing the town in an orange-and-yellow glow - the parts of it not already in those hues, coloured by the leaves. He wondered idly why he'd never thought of climbing to check out the view before.
It was definitely worth it. Even if he wasn't quite sure how he should get back down. He laughed at his own stupidity. He was gonna fall, and break a leg or something, and nobody would find him, 'cause no-one ever came up to this hill, by the old, abandoned church never used anymore.
"Isador!" a familiar voice called, loud enough for him to rub his ears with a wince, even though it came from far enough away. Trev sure had some pair of lungs on him. "God, when I find you I swear I'm gonna strangle you. You ditched our promise. Again, damn you."
Whoops. Isador grinned sheepishly. He'd forgotten about the promise. Maybe he shouldn't call out and give away his position. Between being stuck in a tree for the night and having his very best friend chew him out - again - he wasn't quite sure what was the worse choice.
His stomach grumbled loudly, putting forth its argument as well, which tipped the scale. "Trev!" he called. "I'm up here. I got stuck."
He couldn't help laughing at the loud grumbles punctured every now and then by breaking sticks that signaled Trev's progress. "What the hell are you doing up there?" he asked, when he finally reached Isador's tree, a lone oak set slightly apart from the others that made up the little wood surrounding the hill.
"Cheking out the view?" Isador suggested with a grin. "But now I can't come down."
Trev snorted, and dug his hands deep into the pockets of his duffel coat. "What are you, a cat? Should I call the fire department and have them get you down?"
"Meow?" he replied, wishing he had coat pockets of his own. He only had a normal jacket, though, and he preferred using his hands to steady himself. Being a little cold trumped falling from a tree any day.
Once again, Trev did that little snort of his, the one he always did when he was secretly amused, but whatever he'd found funny was too stupid for him to actually acknowledge and laugh properly at. Instead, he sighed, and got his hands out of his pockets and reached up as far as he could.
"Well?" Trev asked. "C'mon, then."
Isador blinked in confusion. "What?"
His best friend rolled his eyes, and sighed again. He did that a lot when he thought Isador was being stupid. Isador glared at him. He didn't like it when Trev thought he was stupid.
"What do you think? Just jump, man," Trev explained. "Don't worry, I'll catch you."
"...." he replied simply, not quite sure how to react to that. Jump? From the tree? Would Trev really catch him? Could he? He wasn't exactly a body-builder, and Isador wasn't that small, either. He bit his lip in thoughts, unsure.
"Don't you trust me?" Trev's tone was neutral, but Isador couldn't help but think he sounded slightly hurt. "Have some faith, man. Haven't I always busted your ass out of your stupid mistakes? Haven't I always caught you?"
Nodding, Isador had to agree to that one, but he was still quite sure there was a difference between metaphorically catching someone, and actually cathing someone jumping from a friggin' huge tree.
Trev made encouraging hand movements, and with a nervous sigh, Isador swung his one leg over so they were both on the same side of the branch, and slowly let himself drop down, closing his eyes in terror as the ground came closer. But there was no harsh encounter with it, just Trev's warm arms and warm chest, as they fell to the ground with a soft "oof." And when Isador opened his eyes, they met Trev's equally warm eyes.
A slight blush spread on his cheeks, but he threw away the unnecessary thoughts, and laughed instead. "You really did catch me!"
Trev smiled softly, one of those pretty, oh, so slight smiles of his. "Of course I did."
And apparently Isador hadn't thrown those bad thoughts far enough away, because they came rushing back, and before he could even think, he'd pressed his lips against Trev's, a giddy energy running through him, making him feel like running around like mad.
Then sanity came back. "I-I'm sorry!" he stammered as he pulled back, hastily getting off. "I'm heavy, right? I'll move, right now."
But Trev's arms just circled tighter around him, dragging him back. "Nah, you're not heavy," he replied, voice husky. And was he blushing too? Nah, he couldn't possibly be. "And don't say you're sorry, I'll start thinking you didn't mean it."
"What?!" Isador squawked, mouth working with all the other things he wanted to ask, but none of it coming out.
Trev sighed. "Man, if I'd known you liked me, I would've made a move ages ago. What a waste," he mumbled.
"What?!" Isador repeated. He couldn't even come up with any questions this time, so his jaw just went slack with amazement. This was just... weird. Too good to be true. Well, if it was a dream or some hallucination or something, it wouldn't harm to get another kiss before snapping out of it, right?
"C'mere," Trev smiled, pulling him down to that kiss he wanted, and then Trev's tongue slipped past Isador's lips to map his mouth, and he couldn't stop the soft moan from leaving him.
As if shocked, Trev pulled back, and just stared at him. And then a completely predatory grin spread on his face. "Like that, do you?"
Isador felt his cheeks heat uncomfortably. He was probably tomato-coloured, too. He nodded, not sure if he could get any words out at all.
"Well, that makes two of us."
He blinked in disbelief, and it almost felt as if tears were gonna gather in his eyes. He blinked rapidly to dispel them. He wasn't some weepy girl. Trev hugged him close, so his chin was resting on Trev's shoulder, and his nose was brushing the half-dead grass below them.
"I love you, Isador," Trev whispered in his ears.
Still tongue-tied in surprise, Isador replied by simply hugging Trev even closer, with the full intention of never letting go.
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uuh, I changed their names like three times. I hope I didn't miss any name changes. Also hope I got rid of all the A's. Isador kept wanting to be turned into Isadora.... ^^;;
Inspired by Firefly - Christina Metaxa, representing Cyprus in ESC