Post by RevenG on Sept 23, 2005 21:57:39 GMT -5
Alone: Part 1 (First FanFic, dont rate too hard...)
((And just so you know, I'm only 11, so I apologize if this sucked...))
He awoke from his late slumber, oversleeping again, as usual, and slammed the repetitive pager they call an alarm clock. He sat up, his eyes still slightly together, and raised his hands and yawned. He was clad in a a clean white tank top, slightly torn from his struggling in his sleep, and a pair of blue jeans he had worn last night, which he can't remember. The whole reason he couldn't remember last night was that he was invited to a party at his friend's house (possibly the only "popular" friend he has) and had gotten wasted. He was lucky enough to be back at his own house, seeing as how his friend drove him back (His friend wasn't drunk because they ran out of beer before he got back from the swimming pool.), and somehow, he had gotten back into his own dorm. Alas, all this information was oblivious to him.
He finally got up, yawning, stretching, and rubbing his eyes on his way to the bathroom. There, he got a good look at himself. "Holy..." He thought, as his eyes fell upon his own self-image in the mirror. He looked normal, but his hair didn't. His hair should've been in a ponytail, but instead, it was messy, and looked like a few volts of lightning had coursed through him. He was outraged, seeing as how he loved his hair more than he loved himself (if that is possible...).
=Mirror= He was very upset about what he looked like. His hair was crazy and frizzed, making it look like a racetrack. Enforcing that fact, were the streaks of brown in his hair that swirled with every twist and turn of his black locks, making it very similar to a racetrack. His face had a slender curve, giving him a gentle look, which matched his true personality. His personality was like the personailty of a bottle of carbonated soda. He is usually calm and enjoyable, until he is shaken, which then he is crazy and very strong about his opinion. Along with the slender curve of his face, another gentle feature about his face was his eyes. His eyes were a gentle shade of blue, making him look even more gentle, which matched even more with his "soda-pop" personality.
(Oh yeah, his name is Joseph Mikamo)
He turned the faucet knob to the right, making the sink dispense warm (not hot) water. He found a nearby box of soap in his medicine cabinet, and seeing as how he was out, he tore the box open and placed the bar onto his soap dish. He washed his face thoroughly with the water, getting each one of his gentle details. He then lathered with the soap. The scent was one of his favorites, "the entoxicating scent of sweet summer lylacs". He then shut off the faucet and dried his face off with a towel hanging on the rack behind him. He then returned into his room to his computer.
He started up his computer, hearing the windows tone, which he enjoyed. He the thought about what he was going to do. He doesn't think about what he needed to do on the computer; he just came on, as if it was a natural instinct. He tries to remember what happened last night, thinking that it might have been somthing important. He shakes off the thought and decides to check his E-mails, to see if his buddies have anything to do. After all, It was Saturday (and after a party), and had nothing to do.
Upon opening his Email account, he had noticed 2 Emails. Both from different people but both his buds. He decided to check up on the first one, sent by his more "serious" friend, Miko. Miko was his nick name, for he had never told a soul his real name ever since the start of highschool. Now, he was a sophmore, meaning that he had been with him for 3 years, and *still* didn't know his real name. He opened the Email and took a good once over it, then examined the important parts. It was discussing what had happened last night. It told about the party, and other things that either caught his interest now or then. It talked about how his friend Isaki was flirting with him. He didn't remember that part, or any part, for that matter, but however it "did" go, the reactions from Joseph almost exploded.
==Isami= Isami was his friend since the start of
high school , when he had stumbled across Miko, Isami, and Johnathan, his other friend (the one that sent the other Email). They were talking about general subjects (Cars, teachers, classes, Etc) and had included Joseph into the group. He had feelings for Isami, but isn't sure that she feels the samy way towards him. He doesn't wnat to ask, for he feels that he will be rejected, and his heart and hopes will be torn. Isami was the same age as him (17), but a month or two younger. She had a beautiful face, and a figure to match. Her hair was a long, wave of amber, and her eyes were the same, except a softer shade.
On receiving that news, he was mixed inside. His feelings were a mix of "Yes!", "What?", and "Omigod!". He tried to think about all the things that he and her had done together very deeply, and had came to a conclusion that he didn't deserve her. Her wasn't very self-confident, so he always thought he looked bad, sounded stupid, or did somthing wrong, when in reality, it was probably the opposite. He knows she would never return his feelings. HE then snapped out of the little vortex he had been hybernating in and decided to check out the other Email.
The other Email was from his other friend, Johnathan. He was just checking up on Joseph, seeing if he was alright, or still hungover from the party. That being ironic, because he didn't drink. In higher detail, the message talked about the crazy things that happened at the party (one guy drank a flaming shot), who was with who, and who won how much in cards. Also, possibly the most inportant part of the message was the end sentence, which was written in bold and italics. It stated exactly
"Dude, and you might want to consider getting yourself a girl. You are like, the only guy in school who doesn't have one."
That completely broke him. He didn't know what to say, or do about him not having a girl. He decided to at least *try* to get Isami. After all, trying couldn't hurt, could it? So, on that thought, he decided to call her. After rummaging through about, 4 piles of dirty clothes, games and Cd's, he finally found it, cutting his arm on an open CD case during the process. He dialed the number, and waiting a few ringtones for a response. He had aclled her cellphone, so she had to pick up. Finally, she picked up. His heart started racing, and his breathing became more irregular. Her voice gravefully passed through his ear.
"Hello?" She said, in a very happy, cheery tone.
At this point, he was having second thoughts about asking her, but he decided to go on with it anyway, knowing that it would have no future affects.
"Hey, Isami!" He responded, in a happy, unstable tone.
"Oh, hey Joseph, what's up?"
"Err... I need to ask you somthing..."
"yes?"
"How do you feel about me?"
"Well, you're a good friend, pretty cute..."
"No, I mean feel about me..."
"Oh, well..." She paused there. She really had feelings for him, but didn't want to reveal it then and there. She had planned on keeping it a secret.
"Well..." She said, preapring to give him the biggest lie she has told.
"You are a friend... A good friend, but not that good a friend." She said, almost choking on her tounge.
(Sorry if it is a bit sloppy in some places. I copied it from Wordpad...)
((And just so you know, I'm only 11, so I apologize if this sucked...))
He awoke from his late slumber, oversleeping again, as usual, and slammed the repetitive pager they call an alarm clock. He sat up, his eyes still slightly together, and raised his hands and yawned. He was clad in a a clean white tank top, slightly torn from his struggling in his sleep, and a pair of blue jeans he had worn last night, which he can't remember. The whole reason he couldn't remember last night was that he was invited to a party at his friend's house (possibly the only "popular" friend he has) and had gotten wasted. He was lucky enough to be back at his own house, seeing as how his friend drove him back (His friend wasn't drunk because they ran out of beer before he got back from the swimming pool.), and somehow, he had gotten back into his own dorm. Alas, all this information was oblivious to him.
He finally got up, yawning, stretching, and rubbing his eyes on his way to the bathroom. There, he got a good look at himself. "Holy..." He thought, as his eyes fell upon his own self-image in the mirror. He looked normal, but his hair didn't. His hair should've been in a ponytail, but instead, it was messy, and looked like a few volts of lightning had coursed through him. He was outraged, seeing as how he loved his hair more than he loved himself (if that is possible...).
=Mirror= He was very upset about what he looked like. His hair was crazy and frizzed, making it look like a racetrack. Enforcing that fact, were the streaks of brown in his hair that swirled with every twist and turn of his black locks, making it very similar to a racetrack. His face had a slender curve, giving him a gentle look, which matched his true personality. His personality was like the personailty of a bottle of carbonated soda. He is usually calm and enjoyable, until he is shaken, which then he is crazy and very strong about his opinion. Along with the slender curve of his face, another gentle feature about his face was his eyes. His eyes were a gentle shade of blue, making him look even more gentle, which matched even more with his "soda-pop" personality.
(Oh yeah, his name is Joseph Mikamo)
He turned the faucet knob to the right, making the sink dispense warm (not hot) water. He found a nearby box of soap in his medicine cabinet, and seeing as how he was out, he tore the box open and placed the bar onto his soap dish. He washed his face thoroughly with the water, getting each one of his gentle details. He then lathered with the soap. The scent was one of his favorites, "the entoxicating scent of sweet summer lylacs". He then shut off the faucet and dried his face off with a towel hanging on the rack behind him. He then returned into his room to his computer.
He started up his computer, hearing the windows tone, which he enjoyed. He the thought about what he was going to do. He doesn't think about what he needed to do on the computer; he just came on, as if it was a natural instinct. He tries to remember what happened last night, thinking that it might have been somthing important. He shakes off the thought and decides to check his E-mails, to see if his buddies have anything to do. After all, It was Saturday (and after a party), and had nothing to do.
Upon opening his Email account, he had noticed 2 Emails. Both from different people but both his buds. He decided to check up on the first one, sent by his more "serious" friend, Miko. Miko was his nick name, for he had never told a soul his real name ever since the start of highschool. Now, he was a sophmore, meaning that he had been with him for 3 years, and *still* didn't know his real name. He opened the Email and took a good once over it, then examined the important parts. It was discussing what had happened last night. It told about the party, and other things that either caught his interest now or then. It talked about how his friend Isaki was flirting with him. He didn't remember that part, or any part, for that matter, but however it "did" go, the reactions from Joseph almost exploded.
==Isami= Isami was his friend since the start of
high school , when he had stumbled across Miko, Isami, and Johnathan, his other friend (the one that sent the other Email). They were talking about general subjects (Cars, teachers, classes, Etc) and had included Joseph into the group. He had feelings for Isami, but isn't sure that she feels the samy way towards him. He doesn't wnat to ask, for he feels that he will be rejected, and his heart and hopes will be torn. Isami was the same age as him (17), but a month or two younger. She had a beautiful face, and a figure to match. Her hair was a long, wave of amber, and her eyes were the same, except a softer shade.
On receiving that news, he was mixed inside. His feelings were a mix of "Yes!", "What?", and "Omigod!". He tried to think about all the things that he and her had done together very deeply, and had came to a conclusion that he didn't deserve her. Her wasn't very self-confident, so he always thought he looked bad, sounded stupid, or did somthing wrong, when in reality, it was probably the opposite. He knows she would never return his feelings. HE then snapped out of the little vortex he had been hybernating in and decided to check out the other Email.
The other Email was from his other friend, Johnathan. He was just checking up on Joseph, seeing if he was alright, or still hungover from the party. That being ironic, because he didn't drink. In higher detail, the message talked about the crazy things that happened at the party (one guy drank a flaming shot), who was with who, and who won how much in cards. Also, possibly the most inportant part of the message was the end sentence, which was written in bold and italics. It stated exactly
"Dude, and you might want to consider getting yourself a girl. You are like, the only guy in school who doesn't have one."
That completely broke him. He didn't know what to say, or do about him not having a girl. He decided to at least *try* to get Isami. After all, trying couldn't hurt, could it? So, on that thought, he decided to call her. After rummaging through about, 4 piles of dirty clothes, games and Cd's, he finally found it, cutting his arm on an open CD case during the process. He dialed the number, and waiting a few ringtones for a response. He had aclled her cellphone, so she had to pick up. Finally, she picked up. His heart started racing, and his breathing became more irregular. Her voice gravefully passed through his ear.
"Hello?" She said, in a very happy, cheery tone.
At this point, he was having second thoughts about asking her, but he decided to go on with it anyway, knowing that it would have no future affects.
"Hey, Isami!" He responded, in a happy, unstable tone.
"Oh, hey Joseph, what's up?"
"Err... I need to ask you somthing..."
"yes?"
"How do you feel about me?"
"Well, you're a good friend, pretty cute..."
"No, I mean feel about me..."
"Oh, well..." She paused there. She really had feelings for him, but didn't want to reveal it then and there. She had planned on keeping it a secret.
"Well..." She said, preapring to give him the biggest lie she has told.
"You are a friend... A good friend, but not that good a friend." She said, almost choking on her tounge.
(Sorry if it is a bit sloppy in some places. I copied it from Wordpad...)
