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[iwakeup]

Sometimes, I do things and I don't know why. Sometimes I wake up three times in a row. Sometimes, I see someone and I want to, like, cry or throw something and I don't know what they ever did to me. Sometimes, I get mad for no reason

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[unbreakableteen]

Claire walked out of the kitchen in her fuzzy slippers, reading a beige book with Joan of Arc on the cover when she noticed him up there. There wasn't much you could really say, really. Not when weirder things happened around here.

"Hi?" she said, more a question than anything. "What are you doing?"

[iwakeup]

"Standin' on the couch."

I look down at her. She's pretty, long blonde hair, looks sort of like Kelly, sort of like the girls I knew in school.

"I...don't know how I got up here."

[unbreakableteen]

"Oh," she replied, then nodded. "That's weird. Kind of. You probably climbed. Nobody can fly anymore, but maybe you jumped if you're good at that kind of thing. I'm Claire. I used to...jump."

Wow. Okay, lame in the presence of cute boys. At least that wasn't a huge shock.

[iwakeup]

"Sometimes I forget things," I shrug and I step down onto the couch in my socks, trying not to unbalance on the couch, which is kinda squishy.

"You used to...jump, huh?" I dig my notebook out of my pocket, flipping through it for a clean page. "Hey. I'm Chris."

[29dayslater]

Jim blinks as he slows to a stop in the rec room, staring at this kid who's just standing on the couch like he doesn't know what he's doing. - and it's not like the floor is covered in three inch carpeting if he falls.

"Are you supposed to be up there, man?" All he'd wanted was a fucking novel, for Christ's sake.

[iwakeup]

"I guess not?" I look down at him and shrug. "I'm not exactly sure how I got up here, either."

I shrug again. You know, shit happens.

"It'll be okay."

[29dayslater]

Jim just looks up at the kid, not believing a word he's saying. "Come on," he says, nodding his head to the seat of the couch, "hop down before you fall and break your head open. Concussions are no fucking fun, I can tell you."

It was more like a month-long coma, but it's not like Jim's going to actually mention that to anyone.

[iwakeup]

"I did that once," I say, stepping down off the arm onto the couch cushion. "Broke my head open."

I tilt my head so he can see the scar in my hair.

[fortuneforbid]

At first fleeting glance, Viola pays the youth little mind save for the stray thought that standing so upon the furniture would be better expected of the fair Ophelia or someone of her like. But after shelving the book she had come in with and suffering a fruitless search among the various titles presented by the bookcase, she finds that the young man stands unmoved and, her curiosity whetted, she draws close, staring up at him curiously.

“Is the view so much better from on high?”

[iwakeup]

"The view?"

It takes me a minute to figure out what she's saying; I don't exactly know what's gotten into Hayley, but, hey, she's cute, so it's okay.

"It's okay, I guess."

[fortuneforbid]

“Okay?” Viola mimics, tilting her head. It has been near a month since her quarrel with Master von Lipwig, a month since the strange magics he had cast upon her tongue, and now, even still, she remembers newer speech in bits and pieces; this, though, is a meaning she thinks she must see for herself, especially if he is only guessing.

Removing her clothes-box castoff shoes, she hops onto the couch in stockinged feet and stands like a sentry upon the opposite arm, having a look around the room.

“You do this often?” she asks. The view, as he says, is… okay… but she is not sure she sees a purpose in it.

[iwakeup]

"I don't know how I got up here." I shrug and glance over at her. "I forget things, remember?"

I don't remember if I ever told her that.

[ignorethehair]

"That's not how it's usually used," Bee remarked, a playful smile on her face. She came to stand in front of Chris and looked up at him, head cocked and with one eyebrow slightly raised.

[iwakeup]

"Oh, hey, Bee," I say, grinning down at her. "I...don't know how I fuckin' got here. You wanna come up?"

[ignorethehair]

Bee didn't even have to think about it. As soon as he suggested it, she put one bare foot up on the arm of the couch and stepped up next to him. "Heya." She grinned.

I am so so so so so so sorry. I suck. I'd like to actually do this one now, if it's okay with you? :)

[iwakeup]

Automatically, I put my arm around her waist. Tell myself it's to stop her falling.

"Hi." I get the strangest urge to do something goofy like bump noses with her or something. "Nice view, huh?"