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 Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 1:28 pm
"Whoever said I was gay?" Olan asked. "For all you know, I'm probably not." He wasn't exactly sure of his orientation, but he was pretty sure he wasn't gay. Homosexuals are men who don't like girls, or at least that was what Olan knew. He, on the other hand, liked girls.
There was still a problem going on in his mind that he had ignored for a time. What explanation could he give for being interested in girls and apparently Dustynn? People had a word for something of that sort, but Olan just couldn't remember what it was.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 2:09 pm
"Oh well... Maybe you're bisexual then?" Dustynn asked, looking up at the ceiling. "Actually, I'm not gay either. Just trying to find three things that made us alike, that's all." He smiled, although his heart kept on shaking it's head. In fact, he was a homo, as much as he hated to admit it.
"Girls though... just annoy the hell out of me." He said, looking up at the ceiling. "That's why I liked Demitri. She didn't act like a girl at all. Hung out with the boys, kicking everybody's butt if they crossed her, threatened to kill herself if she had to wear a dress... she was the perfect tomboy." He explained.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 2:28 pm
'Bisexual, huh? So that's the word I hear people use a lot,' Olan thought to himself. 'So that's my orientation?' It seemed to trouble him that he wasn't straight. People usually didn't like those who weren't straight, especially homosexuals, which is probably why they often try to hide their orientation. He couldn't blame them, though. Anyone would be afraid of getting discriminated for such a stupid reason.
Olan had to agree with Dustynn that girls were annoying. Nowadays, from observing the behavior of girls when he went to the mall once, what most of them do for fun is shop and scream people's eardrums out. If he didn't know better, he'd say that all their screaming would mean that they can't contain their feelings or anything. At least Dustynn's sister wasn't like them. It was girls like her, who were known as tomboys, that Olan actually liked.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 2:32 pm
"Heh... see? We are alike!" Dustynn smirked, slapping Olan across the back. It was interesting, since Dustynn hadn't really expected a positive answer out of the younger boy. Sure, he had literally thrown himself upon Olan earlier that day while Somuka was watching, but he had only been joking around. Could that have done it? Maybe no.
"When did you figure out that you were bi?" Dustynn asked, curiosity eating at his heart like a obese person on burgers. (I know it's a strange analogy... but have you seen them eat burgers?)
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 2:40 pm
Olan was surprised when Dustynn slapped him across the back. He had never really said anything, or at least from what he was aware of. Either the gang leader could read minds or he had unknowingly voiced out his thoughts. He wasn't sure, so he might as well ask.
"Uh... Loch-san, do you read minds?" Olan questioned somewhat warily. "I can see how we're alike, but I'm not really sure if I've said anything that triggered your strange reaction." He tried to avoid answering Dustynn's question, because he didn't want to reveal how he found out he might have been bisexual.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 2:46 pm
((Whoops... I mistook '' for "". Sorry, my bad... sweatdrop ))
Dustynn looked at Olan with a quizzical look before he began to chuckle softly. Could he read minds? Hell no. Had he taken a huge gamble in assuming? Of course he had. He had just guessed, since Olan hadn't said anything to defend himself.
"Lucky guess...?" Dustynn said, pulling Olan onto him. "I'm a gambler, I have to be a good guesser, otherwise I'd be dead by now." He smirked, lightly kissing the younger boy on the forehead. "Besides... You made no move to try and defend yourself." He whispered.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 3:12 pm
(Don't worry about it. :3) Olan tensed a little when Dustynn took hold of him and pulled him close, but he soon relaxed. There was no point in trying to fight in the first place. He was obviously weaker than the gang leader, so even if he did try to fight he would definitely lose. Instead, he just sat still and let his mind empty itself of worry.
There was no surprise when Olan felt a pair of lips on his forehead. Apparently, Dustynn had been kissing him there a lot. It was kinda strange, but who was he to say, right? Dustynn's also a human, even if he seemed a bit insane at times, so he could do whatever he want that humans can do. Olan shouldn't be bothered, but for some reason he always did get bothered.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 3:53 pm
"Go to sleep. It's really late." Dustynn said, checking his watch. "Hope you don't mind... we're sharing the bed." He muttered, laying down so that he was close to the wall. "Trust me... You won't even notice that I'm here."
Dustynn's eyes closed, but he did not fall asleep. He wasn't sure why, but sleep just couldn't find him. Was it the fact that he was literally in bed with another person, a guy no less? Nah, that couldn't be it. He had fallen asleep with Braydon, one of the gang members sitting next to him. But this was a bit different, so maybe that was the case.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 4:06 pm
Olan crawled under the covers and he kept himself at the edge of the bed on the opposite side from Dustynn. He was glad that he wouldn't have to sleep alone, but he still didn't want to sleep anywhere close to the gang leader. There was still a little bit of discomfort in Olan when he was near Dustynn.
It wasn't long before he felt his eyes drooping. There was strangely a small humming, but he was sure that was his imagination. Somu wouldn't come back so soon, right? She probably wouldn't want to return for a while, anyway.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 4:19 pm
Dustry stopped his voice box from humming the mysterious melody that his mother used to sing to him to make him go to sleep. Sadly, it didn't work on him at all. Not one bit. He was still wide awake, and it was insanely pissing him off. He slowly got out of the bed, careful not to wake Olan, and grabbed a blue tablet from the desk drawer. He carefully placed it in his mouth, swallowing it in one gulp.
He barely made it to the bed before his eyelids began to droop. The sleeping pills were working a bit more than they should have. He carefully got back into the bed without waking Olan. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was gone.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 4:29 pm
Olan woke to meet the sun in his eyes. He didn't know how long he had slept, but at least the night was over. Making no move to get out of bed, he closed his eyes to just hopefully relax until Dustynn wakes up. It would be risky to just walk out the door without the gang leader's presence.
He twisted and turned in hopes of getting into a more comfortable position. Apparently, he was most comfortable when lying on his stomach, so he stayed that way. It wasn't very long before a relaxing feeling, the first one in many years, washed over him like waves on the beach.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 4:40 pm
A sudden knock on the door made Dustynn's eyes fly open. He didn't move, but his eyes remained that way. Another rap at the door turned his head. What could possibly be knocking at his door this early in the morning. Then Dustynn looked out the window and realized, it wasn't early in the morning.
Telling Olan to stay down and hide, he walked over to the door and pulled it open just a crack. Marissa was standing outside. "Hellooo~! Good morning. Somebody is downstairs waiting for you. It's a girll~!" Marissa giggled. Dustynn slammed the door in her face, walking over to the closet and pulling on a decent looking shirt.
"Stay in here, and don't move. Marissa is outside if you need anything." He ordered, running a hand through his hair as he exited the room. He nodded at Marissa, who nodded back and stood right in front of the door, preventing an exit and an entrance.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 4:55 pm
"Okay," Olan answered from where he hid. It wasn't like he would need anything anyway, though. He continued lying down on the bed and just letting his mind empty itself. The greatly needed peace, however, didn't last long. There seemed to be another presence in the room, but he didn't dare try to check.
'It's just my imagination again,' he thought to himself. 'Nobody is here in the room besides me. I'm only imagining things.' He wanted nothing more than to just forget about the presence, but that would be a little bit impossible, wouldn't it?
"Oh, but you're wrong, child," said a very sinister voice that made Olan jump.
"W-who's there?" Olan asked, trying to keep his fear from getting the best of him. The room seemed to turn a bloody red. He must have been crazy. There's no way the room would change color, nor would there be a disfigured voice.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 5:01 pm
Dustynn walked downstairs just as Lorin and Kaisin were allowing the girl and some of her own gang inside. Why the hell do gangs even have meetings in the first place? Dustynn had no clue, but he was incredibly pissed off that they had them. Gang leaders have it rough.
He didn't smile, even though the girl smiled at him and held her hand out. He took it hesitantly, and muttered a hello.
"My name is Sheila." She said in a calm voice. "My besties here are Tori and Michael." She said, pointing to the girl and boy next to her.
"My name is Dustynn, and this is Marissa." He said, as Marissa stepped forward to shake hands with the female gang leader. "The two that let you in are the twins, Lorin and Kaisin." He went on. He suddenly had a sickening feeling about upstairs, since he just realized that Marissa was down. "Why aren't you upstairs?" He hissed under his breath.
"Whoops, sorry." Marissa giggled, disappearing back toward his room.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 5:14 pm
"No need to be afraid," the sinister voice spoke again. "I'm here to help you. You've done so much in helping me get rid of so many pure pests. And you've made people fear me without even trying." There was obviously an evil plan in the voice, but Olan didn't want to ask what it was.
"I-I think you're talking to the wrong person. I didn't help anyone," he replied, hoping that whoever or whatever was in the room would go away. "Just go away and leave me alone."
There was a laugh. "Silly little boy, I wouldn't make any mistake in finding the vessel." It was then that Olan felt vibrations on the bed, as if somebody had gotten on it. If he didn't know better, the person speaking to him right now may be the greatly feared Devil.
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