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friendly times(troylus) Dec 11, 2015 21:11:55 GMT -5

Post by pup on Dec 11, 2015 21:11:55 GMT -5

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I stare up at the ceiling with tiredness in my eyes. It's finally the weekend after a week of horrible district three schooling where they press my mind to it's absolute limit. I had mounds and mounds of homework piled up against the walls of my backpack, but honestly, who cares about the topics we learn at school like trigonometry and advanced programming? I sit in bed fruitlessly for a couple of minutes trying to let my mind drift on back to sleep on this horrible saturday morning in district three like all others.
I turn over on my side and see pictures of the famed from the capitol who I've deemed as "cute." Leon Krigel takes up most of the space on my wall along with some newer pictures of Kirito Miristioma that are littered about on the wall.

I guess I can't delay the inevitable and I sigh before sitting up in bed, smacking my lips. I could go for a cup of water just about now. I pull the covers off me and zombie-like I change into my day clothes. Groggily I slip downstairs to grab a glass and fill it with water from the refrigerator filter. I let the nice cold filling slide down my throat luxuriously. Boy had I been parched. I lick my lips a couple times to let the dryness dissipate before sitting down to have a simple breakfast of toast and butter which most people can't even afford in this district.

Soon after I finish my light breakfast, I hear a ring of my bell. I start to move from my spot at the table to go answer the door. I really hope it's Tommy. Sometimes he comes over here on weekends and we go out and do something fun together as friends. Sure, sometimes I dream about us possibly being together, but then I wake up and face reality.

My hand reaches the door knob and the door swings open almost effortlessly, and I see whos there.

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friendly times(troylus) Dec 11, 2015 21:47:54 GMT -5

Post by troylus on Dec 11, 2015 21:47:54 GMT -5

Tommy grins sheepishly as the door swings open. He's been looking forward to seeing Charlotte all week long, and is so glad that the week is over so she isn't in school. Luckily he also has the day off work, and he can think on no one he'd rather spend it with. Mind you, he doesn't feel he can let on to her that he feels that way. The thought of her rejecting him and then how awkward it would be after that turns him off completely from that idea. So he feels doomed to forever be in the friend zone, with no idea how to move to more romantic affections between them.

There she is, his wonderful Char. She looks like she's still wearing the clothes she slept in and she hasn't done her hair so it's all a bit messy, but he doesn't mind. He, on the other hand, spent ages getting ready. He tries to make himself look nice for her whenever he can, not that he expects her to notice or care, but that's OK. "Hey, Char, babe!" he steps forward, arms wide hoping to give her a hug that seems purely out of friendship. "You look like crap." He makes the insult sound cheerful and good-natured, just teasing her.

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friendly times(troylus) Dec 11, 2015 22:40:41 GMT -5

Post by pup on Dec 11, 2015 22:40:41 GMT -5

Charlotte

I swing the door open and grin up at the sheepish expression on my closest friend's face. My parents never really were happy that I hung out with Tommy and thought he was a "bad influence" on me, but they never really cared enough to stop me from having fun with a friend. I feel self concious for a minute before remembering that he wasn't a boyfriend or anything, so a bit of messy hair would be fine.

Tommy looked really nice today though. on his day off from work in whatever factory he worked in. I didn't think he would dress with as much effort, but I can see where the effort had been put into. As he steps forward and excalims "Hey, Char babe!" he opens his arms for a friendly hug and I smile for a minute before placing one of my well manicured hands playfully on his well-muscled chest and push him teasingly away with a grin. Good naturedly Tommy says, "You look like crap." I know he's just teasing but I still feel a flash of awkwardness before brushing my hair down slightly with a hand.

"Yeah I know." I say jokingly, "I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. When I opened my eyes I was facing a Leon Krigel poster, not a Mace Emberstatt poster." The next part I say a bit sarcastically. "Oh no horror." I grin again before slipping on my shoes and stepping out the door, closing it behind me. "So," I say, a friendly tone in my voice, "have any fun things to do in mind for today?"

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friendly times(troylus) Dec 12, 2015 0:27:27 GMT -5

Post by troylus on Dec 12, 2015 0:27:27 GMT -5

Tommy instantly feels bad for teasing her. She took it well enough, but he notes the way she smooths her hair. He wants to tell her not to worry, her hair is like a crown of glory, and it doesn't need anything done to it. But he feels too shy. Plus, he's still feeling a little disappointed that he didn't get to hug her.

He pulls the paper bag that contains the asthma puffer in it from his pants pocket and hands it to her. "We could do something that normally is too tricky, with your breathing, if you like. Like play one on one basketball, or go to that rock climbing wall downtown? I don't mind."

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friendly times(troylus) Dec 12, 2015 4:55:15 GMT -5

Post by pup on Dec 12, 2015 4:55:15 GMT -5

Char

Tommy looks disapointed for some reason for a few seconds before it disapears. Maybe I had just imagined it in my mind. Tommy suddenly pulls a paper bag from a pocket and it takes me a moment to realize what must be in it, and as he starts talking I realize what he did. After Tommy says his ideas about what we could do I wrap my arms around him in a wuick, joyous hug. He had gotten me medicine. "Thank you, Tommy!" I saw while leaning back from the hug. I had been running dangerously low on medicine recently and this would be a great help.

I lean back entirelly from the hug, feeling kind of embarrased for a minute before saying to him. "I'll let you decide, but I'm not the mood for a lot of physical exercize." I give a grin, "how about we do something else." I place ny hands in my ciat pocket to keep them warm and I smile at my friend.

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friendly times(troylus) Dec 12, 2015 5:33:16 GMT -5

Post by troylus on Dec 12, 2015 5:33:16 GMT -5

Tommy's head is reeling with the joy of being embraced by her. He quietly inhales her intoxicating aroma and the smell makes him feel warm and safe, as well as excited, although he's not quite sure how the two feelings sit inside him at the same time.

Of course she doesn't want to do sports, that's really not her thing at all, and he feels stupid for suggesting it. He wants to shout 'we should make out for a few hours in your room' but that is probably just the long friendly hug making him not think straight, and he again has conflicting simultaneous emotions about that. On one hand glad that he didn't make an idiot of himself, on the other regretting allowing his shyness from stopping him voice what he wants.

The making out plan is overriding his ability to think of anything else they could be doing and he stands there gaping for a while he thinks. He hasn't got enough money to take her anywhere that costs like the movies or a restaurant. Often she pays but that makes him feel bad.

Finally he has an idea.

"You know that old abandoned shack down by the closed factory, I was telling you about? How it's supposed to be haunted? A guy at work told me how to get in there." He winks at her cheekily, "If you're feeling brave enough." Secretly he hopes she will go but be just a little scared and want to hold his hand.

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friendly times(troylus) Dec 13, 2015 7:45:26 GMT -5

Post by pup on Dec 13, 2015 7:45:26 GMT -5

Char

After the hug Tommy starts talking about this weird abandoned shack near the abandonded factory he was telling me about. I can vaguely remember that conversation and him explaining the ghost of a dead worker who lived there. He then winks at me playfully.

"Is that a challenge?" I say with a grin, my white teeth showing a bit from under my red lips. My green eyes twinkle with childish excitement. "If it is then yeah of course!" A smirk raises on my lips before I grab his well-muscled arm and start to lightly drag him in a friendly way down the street.

"Now how do we get to this haunted house?"

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friendly times(troylus) Dec 14, 2015 4:10:56 GMT -5

Post by troylus on Dec 14, 2015 4:10:56 GMT -5

Tommy feels a jolt of thrilling electricity as she touches his arm. He grins at her and beckons for her to follow. He doesn't say much as they walk because he knows that walking out in the heavy smog of the District is bad enough for her lungs, without making her talk while she does it. Better to wait until they are inside, out of the worst of the pollution.

After about twenty minutes of wandering the streets and out of the suburbs, they come to the mining district, and Tommy leads them with confidence to the abandoned shack. There it stands, somehow dark and covered in shadows despite the weak sunlight of the morning, poking through the smog. There is a strange foreboding about the place, such that one could imagine it was haunted without ever hearing about it.

Tommy finds the gap in the chain link fence and peels it up for Charlotte to wiggle under first. "After you, if you're game still to go in. Haven't chickened out, have you?"

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friendly times(troylus) Dec 15, 2015 3:39:43 GMT -5

Post by pup on Dec 15, 2015 3:39:43 GMT -5

Charlotte

I feel as though I'm wandering around aimlessly with Tommy leading me, but I know there will be a final destination, or at least I hope there will be a final destination. The smog filled air of district three causes me to cough a few times, but it's not bad enough for it to be counted as an asthma attack.

Twenthish minutes later I came to a stop with Tommy in front of the "haunted house." It was looking a bit scary. Actually a bit more scary than I had imagined. I couldn't chicken out though. I couldn't quiver at the dark shadows looming over me.

Tommy lifts up a gap in the chain and asks if I have chickened out yet.

"In you dreams." I say teasingly, getting on the ground and starting to scoot myself under the fence. I then take the bottomt of the fence from Tommy to allow him through and it's a tiny bit harder than I thought it would be to hold the bottom of the fence, but I still keep it high enough.

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friendly times(troylus) Dec 15, 2015 22:52:21 GMT -5

Post by troylus on Dec 15, 2015 22:52:21 GMT -5

Tommy winces every time she coughs, wondering if this was a bad idea to bring her out while the smog is so thick in the air. But it's done now, he figures, and she seems to be enjoying herself and not having an actual asthma attack, so that's a relief.

After wriggling under the fence, impressed that she was strong enough to hold it for him too, he brushes himself off and grins at her broadly. "So we better be quiet. don't want to attract the ghost." Really he just knows that they do patrols of the mines and if they hear or see them, they might call the peacekeepers. Getting fined or worse arrested would not be good for either of them.

He takes her by the hand, relishing the intimacy of the act, and leads her close to the overgrown bushes to conceal their path. As they walk over the old wooden veranda, covered in rotting leaves and rubbish, the floorboards creak ominously and he squeezes her hand. He's pretending it's for her reassurance, but really he's starting to get absorbed into this, and is feeling more than a little freaked out himself. The door isn't locked, but he isn't expecting it to open with the slightest of nudges with his other hand. The long drawn out groan of the wood unnerves him further and he peers into the gloom of the house, almost anticipating something flying out at them and ready to try and knock it away from Char.

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friendly times(troylus) Dec 21, 2015 8:56:40 GMT -5

Post by pup on Dec 21, 2015 8:56:40 GMT -5

Charlotte

Tommy brushes himself off as he stands, a cocky grin soreading across his face. I grin back at him. I know there isn't really a ghost, we're just being quiet because peacekeepers could come along and drag us off to the detention center if they find out that we've been on this private property. Tommy grabs me by the hand and I feel him tug lightly on my long fingers. My grin remains on my face as he leads me to a clump of overgrown bushes.

We kneel down to the ground walking so no one from outside could see us as we stealthily sneak behind the bunch of bushes. We walk up to the door and my grin fades. It's starting to get really creepy. The floorboards of the deck creak and groan beneatb our weight and I shudder, hating the sound as it sends shivers up my spine. The unlocked door swings open with a deep groan, and in my freight I grab at Tommy's arm, wrapping my arms around his, my eyes wide with fear. "A-are you sure we should be doing this?" I say quietly, trying to keep fear out my voice and failing miserably.

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friendly times(troylus) Dec 23, 2015 2:50:24 GMT -5

Post by troylus on Dec 23, 2015 2:50:24 GMT -5

Tommy suppresses his own anxiety at the creepy noises of the old building. It helps that Char takes his arm and holds on. Her hands feel so right on his skin, and he wishes he could freeze time. He turns carefully to look at her, not wanting to move too much so that she lets go of him. Her beautiful eyes are wide with fear as she seeks reassurance that they are doing this at all.

Tommy is suddenly sure that this is EXACTLY what they should be doing. He leads her deeper into the house, explaining in a whisper as he goes, "They say the ghost that haunts this place is searching for his lover. She betrayed him, denied their love, and went off with someone else. The man killed himself with the grief of it and now haunts this place." He bit his tongue, hoping she wouldn't realise he was making it all up. Not about the ghost. He'd heard rumours of the ghost in this shack, not that he truly believed in all that. But he had no idea of the details of this particular ghost, and was just making stuff up in the hope it might help Charlotte to keep holding onto his arm.

He stands in front of her in the gloom, brushing a strand of her hair away from her perfect face. "But they say he only goes for people who aren't true to love. Speaking of which..." With that he leans in close towards her, eyes closed, trying to kiss her.

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friendly times(troylus) Dec 25, 2015 6:34:11 GMT -5

Post by pup on Dec 25, 2015 6:34:11 GMT -5

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We crept along quietly and I kept getting more worried and more afraid. There couldn't really be a ghost, could there? My skin crawled with shivers that ran down my body then right back up it just to repeaf the same cycle. i really dislike creepy attractions like this one.

We go in even deeper to the house, every step we take is creaking and sends even more cold shivers to work on my spine. Tommy then starts to explain the ghost, saying it was some weird lovers story. It wasn't even one with an insane axe murderer. Now that would have been a fun story, but this so made-up sounding one made me feel a bit safer about the creaks and groans.

Then Tommy stands in front of me, his face barely lit, and reaches up to brush some hair our of my face. For a second my heart beats insanely like a mad little rabbit about to jump up and flee the scene, but then I realize it must be a joke just to comfort me. Then he says some weird thing and leans in as if to kiss me and I then know it must be a joke. I grin and place one of my hands on his chest and push lightly.

"Oh stop." I say playfully, a grin still on my face.

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friendly times(troylus) Dec 25, 2015 19:30:08 GMT -5

Post by troylus on Dec 25, 2015 19:30:08 GMT -5

Tommy pulls back as soon as he feels the pressure of her hand on his chest. He doesn't want to upset her, and respects her wishes. He hates himself for trying to take things to that place when she so clearly isn't interested in him that way. Idiot, what were you thinking? he chides himself silently.

Charlotte laughs though, so he decides to pretend it was all a joke, just part of the story of the ghost, and not him showing her how deeply he loves her, and how much he longs to kiss her. A vision of all those other boys she lets kiss her, and much much more comes unbidden into his mind and he feels angry - not at her, he could never be angry at his darling Char, but at the way things are.

He looks around the dirty, rotting building they are standing in, and the magic of the haunting is lost to him. "You want to get out of here? Or did you want to explore some more?"

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friendly times(troylus) Jan 12, 2016 17:11:36 GMT -5

Post by pup on Jan 12, 2016 17:11:36 GMT -5

Char

I feel a bit bad after pushing my friend away, but then I push the thought away. I've thought about it before, but then thought about all the better girls he could score and felt bad for thinking it.

He pulls back and my laugh stops, a grin still on my face before he starts talking again. I think for a minute before saying, "Yeah, lets get out of here. It's giving me the creeps. Maybe we could go back to my place for a bit. Mom and Dad are both out at work by now."

I smile again and grab his hand, pulling on his hand lightly back towards the entrance. I can see the light now, streaming from the door. I am almost out of this wretched place.

I am so sorry this took so long troylus ! Some insane stuff has been going on recently in my life and my muse is rock bottom.

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