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kiru
Rated general, but there's a handful of swearing here and there. For the sake of your virgin ears, be warned. XD
Oh, BTW, the end of this chapter coincides with, oh, I dunno, THIS PICTURE:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1783848
I couldn’t sleep. Well, I slept for a little while. But once I woke up, I couldn’t go back to sleep. I haven’t gotten much sleep at all lately. It’s like no matter how tired I am, I always sleep for a few hours, then I wake up and I stay awake.
I kept thinking of what Sam said. Somethin’ about forming a gang. I was tired, but I wasn’t really drunk, so I remembered it. I was kinda faking drinking that whiskey after like the first two sips. I prefer somethin’ sweeter.
So, about forming a gang. I was sort of excited by that. Just to have that kinda power. And there were so many of us here. We could easily get a good group going.
Then I started thinking of that girl I saw, and then I was really awake for sure. She and that other chick Sam was into, they were hangin’ out over by the tree line, watching, well, us skaters. The other one was cute, but she kinda dressed like a slut. The one I was into, though…Okay, she was this sort of hippie punk, but she was kind of goth, too. Her headfur was made into a little Mohawk, and it was dyed. And she had like a lot of jewelry on. Just these like plastic beads and stuff. And even though it was hot out, she wore long sleeves and a long black skirt, and a black vest on top of that. And she, oh, man, she was so cute. I saw her smiling. She was laughing at something the blond chick said, and…Oh, man, I could barely concentrate on my skating. I kinda looked at her whenever I could. Trying to do HS-540s and stuff, hoping she saw me. I dunno if she did. It was pretty crowded.
But, oh man, she did look at me once. I was takin’ five on the other side of the lot, and she was lookin’ right at me an’ I got all hot and turned away. I felt like I was shakin’.
I was so busy thinkin’ of her an’ tryin’ to get her attention, I totally missed Sam blow me off. Which I guess is a good thing. I mean, it was not cool, cause I get nervous on my own, but at least this time I had somethin’ to do.
So anyway, I was just lyin’ there by our stuff, an’ Sam’s snorin’ next to me, but I’m wide awake ‘cause I’m thinkin’ of bein’ in a gang, and also thinkin’ of this girl. An’ I can’t stop it. Plus, it’s startin’ to get light. And most of the time, once it gets light, that wakes me up. I mean, sometimes I can sleep during the day, but not if it’s goin’ from night into day, you know what I mean?
So finally I just said screw this an’ got up. Like I said, I get nervous if I’m alone, but I was so bored it was stupid. It sucked. I mean, it was awful. So I look around, and I decide to go check the place out. But not openly. I could hear all these voices, so it was still pretty busy. I went walkin’ through the woods, an’ if I saw somebody, I’d kinda detour. Sometimes I wound up goin’ in a giant circle, ‘cause I’d keep seein’ like a buncha grownups around, or maybe one dude, or somethin’ like that. I remember chillin’ out behind a tree, an’ I thought I was alone. But I look over and there like four guys several trees over, just hangin’ out. They were all about my age, and they kept lookin’ at me, an’ I knew they were givin’ me the stinkeye. I was outta there.
So there sure were a lot of us here. Lots more like homemade buildings than I thought. Some were made out of boards, there were like cardboard boxes all painted up….I saw several of us just crashed out under bushes with all their stuff. There was like a big metal filing cabinet with three drawers, an’ I smelled someone was livin’ in each drawer. There were like tents made out of like towels and sticks an’ newspaper an’ blankets…Some of these places had like laundry hangin’ up outside an’ these like lil chalkboards outside with notes all scribbled on ‘em, or sometimes someone left messages on scraps of paper for whoever was in there. It was so weird.
Anyway, so I finally go between a coupla bushes, an’ go down a short and pretty steep hill, an’ I come to this pond. The ground gets all soft, then there’s shallow water leading out to a tree that’s sittin’ there in the water. An’ I can tell the water gets a lot deeper after the tree, an’ after that it’s all open.
An’ nobody’s there, right? I’ve got it all to myself, and it’s so quiet. All the voices I can hear are really far away. I can smell that someone’s been here, but not in like a couple of hours. An’ that’s when I start to relax.
I decided to go wadin’ in the shallow end. So I’m just like walkin’ back and forth in the water, just wanderin’ around. The water’s all warm. I start wadin’ further out to the tree, up to my knees. You know, just splashin’ around. It’s weird. The water’s the kinda warm where you don’t even feel anything. Like you’re walkin’ in a buncha nothin’. But it feels good, you know? An’ I start splashin’ harder. Just stompin’ around.
So I get over to the tree. I can see the ground drops away past the tree. There’s a big branch stretchin’ out right over where the water gets deep. So I climb up the tree an’ walk way out on the branch, an’ I stand there lookin’ into the water. It’s really deep. I crouch down an’ kinda hang down an’ dip my paw in, an’ it’s still warm, right? So I stand back up and I’m like “I have a feeling I am about to get soaked.” So then I get into position, an’ I dive in. Headfirst. An’,oh,man, it feels so good.
I think I’m part otter or something. When I’m in the water, I feel like I can chill out a lot more than when I’m on land. I mean, it just feels so peaceful. So I’m like doin’ somersaults in the water, an’ I’m crawl-strokin’, doin’ the backstroke, and stuff…One time, I took a wicked deep breath an’ went underwater an’ swam an’, …okay, this is embarrassing, but I kinda…pretended I was flying, right? An’ that that girl was watchin’ me. Oh,man, I held my breath so long for that one…
Anyway, so I’m back in the shallow end. I’m kinda lyin’ on my stomach in the water kickin’ my legs an’ splashing a lot, an’ I don’t even notice this dude’s watchin’ me! I kinda smelled him an’ looked up, an’ there he was. Freaked me out so bad! I stood up wicked fast an’ just stared at him an’ I was like hyperventilating or something.
It was this one guy I saw at the skate park. Fat kid. A little taller than me. Total punk rocker. Dye job, T-shirt with like a skull an’ crossbones on it, wicked tight cutoff striped pants, studded wristband…you know how it goes. An’ he’s standing there on the…the shore, just lookin’ at me. Didn’t even see him come. He smells kinda shy, so I relax a little. But not much, though.
An’ he says “How’s it goin’?” An’ his voice is wicked high. He sounds like a girl.
An’ I kinda go “Alright.”
“Saw you at the park.”
“Uh-huh?”
“You were skatin’ like a bastard.”
“Uh…thanks.” An’ I realize I’m adjustin’ my shirt way too much, so I stop doin’ that. I’m like standing really still.
“You new here?”
“Yeah.”
“Where you from?”
An’ I have no idea how to answer that one. “Uh, I dunno.” I try to laugh, but it totally sounds wrong.
An’ he looks at me funny an’ I get nervous. “Whaddaya mean ya dunno? What the fuck, dude?”
So I kinda stuttered “I’ve been… tr-travellin’ a lot,.”
“Oh.” For some reason, he seems kinda satisfied. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Ian. You have a name, I hope?”
“Syd.”
“I really dig your shirt, man.”
He gets this big-ass grin on his face. “Hey, thanks!”
“My friend decorated his shirt with this like great big devil.”
“Hey, I saw ‘im! Yeah, that was pretty cool.”
So we just start talkin’. About skatin’ stuff, and then about stuff we listen to, an’ bands, I guess we hit it off really good. Eventually, Syd decided to go swimming, too, so he wades out to the tree, an’goes out on the branch over the water, an’ does this cannonball that makes this huge splash. I mean, huge. An’ he comes up, an’ I think he’s part otter, too, ‘cause he’s a kickass swimmer! So we screw around in the water for a while. One time he let me get up onto his back an’ do a backflip off. He let me do that a few times, actually. He was kinda funny.
So we’re wading ashore, you know, splashin’ all over the place, an’ he’s goin’ “I’m fuckin’ wet!” An’ I’m like “Well, duh! Tell me somethin’ I don’t know.” An’ I had like a new friend. Just like that.
So we go foragin’, and we eat. Then he wants to go sleep, so we say see ya. An’ I’m…tryin’ to find my way back. Place is big, right? And who do I see but that one pipsqueak in the Yankees shirt. And he’s just mindin’ his own business an’ there’s nobody around. So I go right up to him an’ I’m like “Hey, who peed on your shirt?” And I shove him.
An’ he’s all “HEY!” an’ he SWATS me really hard on my head. Like on my temple. Motherfucking OW! These geeks know about pain! So I get really angry, ‘cause I hate kids who hit back. So it’s on. He doesn’t last long. So I’ve got him on the ground and he’s all whining and he’s smelling totally freaked out, an’ I’m just about to haul off an’ break his snout. But then I smell some guy comin’ towards me, and right when I do, he leans on me really hard across my shoulder and I can’t move. An’ I can tell he’s big and heavy, too, so I’m thinking “Oh, crud.”
So I look up at him, an’ he’s older than me, and he’s got spiked headfur and wicked Harry Potter glasses, an’ he’s totally calm. I’m freezing up an’ I’m holding my breath. An’ he just says “You know, if you lay a hand on him, I’m gonna have to rough you up.”
kiruRated general, but there's a handful of swearing here and there. For the sake of your virgin ears, be warned. XD
Oh, BTW, the end of this chapter coincides with, oh, I dunno, THIS PICTURE:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1783848
I couldn’t sleep. Well, I slept for a little while. But once I woke up, I couldn’t go back to sleep. I haven’t gotten much sleep at all lately. It’s like no matter how tired I am, I always sleep for a few hours, then I wake up and I stay awake.
I kept thinking of what Sam said. Somethin’ about forming a gang. I was tired, but I wasn’t really drunk, so I remembered it. I was kinda faking drinking that whiskey after like the first two sips. I prefer somethin’ sweeter.
So, about forming a gang. I was sort of excited by that. Just to have that kinda power. And there were so many of us here. We could easily get a good group going.
Then I started thinking of that girl I saw, and then I was really awake for sure. She and that other chick Sam was into, they were hangin’ out over by the tree line, watching, well, us skaters. The other one was cute, but she kinda dressed like a slut. The one I was into, though…Okay, she was this sort of hippie punk, but she was kind of goth, too. Her headfur was made into a little Mohawk, and it was dyed. And she had like a lot of jewelry on. Just these like plastic beads and stuff. And even though it was hot out, she wore long sleeves and a long black skirt, and a black vest on top of that. And she, oh, man, she was so cute. I saw her smiling. She was laughing at something the blond chick said, and…Oh, man, I could barely concentrate on my skating. I kinda looked at her whenever I could. Trying to do HS-540s and stuff, hoping she saw me. I dunno if she did. It was pretty crowded.
But, oh man, she did look at me once. I was takin’ five on the other side of the lot, and she was lookin’ right at me an’ I got all hot and turned away. I felt like I was shakin’.
I was so busy thinkin’ of her an’ tryin’ to get her attention, I totally missed Sam blow me off. Which I guess is a good thing. I mean, it was not cool, cause I get nervous on my own, but at least this time I had somethin’ to do.
So anyway, I was just lyin’ there by our stuff, an’ Sam’s snorin’ next to me, but I’m wide awake ‘cause I’m thinkin’ of bein’ in a gang, and also thinkin’ of this girl. An’ I can’t stop it. Plus, it’s startin’ to get light. And most of the time, once it gets light, that wakes me up. I mean, sometimes I can sleep during the day, but not if it’s goin’ from night into day, you know what I mean?
So finally I just said screw this an’ got up. Like I said, I get nervous if I’m alone, but I was so bored it was stupid. It sucked. I mean, it was awful. So I look around, and I decide to go check the place out. But not openly. I could hear all these voices, so it was still pretty busy. I went walkin’ through the woods, an’ if I saw somebody, I’d kinda detour. Sometimes I wound up goin’ in a giant circle, ‘cause I’d keep seein’ like a buncha grownups around, or maybe one dude, or somethin’ like that. I remember chillin’ out behind a tree, an’ I thought I was alone. But I look over and there like four guys several trees over, just hangin’ out. They were all about my age, and they kept lookin’ at me, an’ I knew they were givin’ me the stinkeye. I was outta there.
So there sure were a lot of us here. Lots more like homemade buildings than I thought. Some were made out of boards, there were like cardboard boxes all painted up….I saw several of us just crashed out under bushes with all their stuff. There was like a big metal filing cabinet with three drawers, an’ I smelled someone was livin’ in each drawer. There were like tents made out of like towels and sticks an’ newspaper an’ blankets…Some of these places had like laundry hangin’ up outside an’ these like lil chalkboards outside with notes all scribbled on ‘em, or sometimes someone left messages on scraps of paper for whoever was in there. It was so weird.
Anyway, so I finally go between a coupla bushes, an’ go down a short and pretty steep hill, an’ I come to this pond. The ground gets all soft, then there’s shallow water leading out to a tree that’s sittin’ there in the water. An’ I can tell the water gets a lot deeper after the tree, an’ after that it’s all open.
An’ nobody’s there, right? I’ve got it all to myself, and it’s so quiet. All the voices I can hear are really far away. I can smell that someone’s been here, but not in like a couple of hours. An’ that’s when I start to relax.
I decided to go wadin’ in the shallow end. So I’m just like walkin’ back and forth in the water, just wanderin’ around. The water’s all warm. I start wadin’ further out to the tree, up to my knees. You know, just splashin’ around. It’s weird. The water’s the kinda warm where you don’t even feel anything. Like you’re walkin’ in a buncha nothin’. But it feels good, you know? An’ I start splashin’ harder. Just stompin’ around.
So I get over to the tree. I can see the ground drops away past the tree. There’s a big branch stretchin’ out right over where the water gets deep. So I climb up the tree an’ walk way out on the branch, an’ I stand there lookin’ into the water. It’s really deep. I crouch down an’ kinda hang down an’ dip my paw in, an’ it’s still warm, right? So I stand back up and I’m like “I have a feeling I am about to get soaked.” So then I get into position, an’ I dive in. Headfirst. An’,oh,man, it feels so good.
I think I’m part otter or something. When I’m in the water, I feel like I can chill out a lot more than when I’m on land. I mean, it just feels so peaceful. So I’m like doin’ somersaults in the water, an’ I’m crawl-strokin’, doin’ the backstroke, and stuff…One time, I took a wicked deep breath an’ went underwater an’ swam an’, …okay, this is embarrassing, but I kinda…pretended I was flying, right? An’ that that girl was watchin’ me. Oh,man, I held my breath so long for that one…
Anyway, so I’m back in the shallow end. I’m kinda lyin’ on my stomach in the water kickin’ my legs an’ splashing a lot, an’ I don’t even notice this dude’s watchin’ me! I kinda smelled him an’ looked up, an’ there he was. Freaked me out so bad! I stood up wicked fast an’ just stared at him an’ I was like hyperventilating or something.
It was this one guy I saw at the skate park. Fat kid. A little taller than me. Total punk rocker. Dye job, T-shirt with like a skull an’ crossbones on it, wicked tight cutoff striped pants, studded wristband…you know how it goes. An’ he’s standing there on the…the shore, just lookin’ at me. Didn’t even see him come. He smells kinda shy, so I relax a little. But not much, though.
An’ he says “How’s it goin’?” An’ his voice is wicked high. He sounds like a girl.
An’ I kinda go “Alright.”
“Saw you at the park.”
“Uh-huh?”
“You were skatin’ like a bastard.”
“Uh…thanks.” An’ I realize I’m adjustin’ my shirt way too much, so I stop doin’ that. I’m like standing really still.
“You new here?”
“Yeah.”
“Where you from?”
An’ I have no idea how to answer that one. “Uh, I dunno.” I try to laugh, but it totally sounds wrong.
An’ he looks at me funny an’ I get nervous. “Whaddaya mean ya dunno? What the fuck, dude?”
So I kinda stuttered “I’ve been… tr-travellin’ a lot,.”
“Oh.” For some reason, he seems kinda satisfied. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Ian. You have a name, I hope?”
“Syd.”
“I really dig your shirt, man.”
He gets this big-ass grin on his face. “Hey, thanks!”
“My friend decorated his shirt with this like great big devil.”
“Hey, I saw ‘im! Yeah, that was pretty cool.”
So we just start talkin’. About skatin’ stuff, and then about stuff we listen to, an’ bands, I guess we hit it off really good. Eventually, Syd decided to go swimming, too, so he wades out to the tree, an’goes out on the branch over the water, an’ does this cannonball that makes this huge splash. I mean, huge. An’ he comes up, an’ I think he’s part otter, too, ‘cause he’s a kickass swimmer! So we screw around in the water for a while. One time he let me get up onto his back an’ do a backflip off. He let me do that a few times, actually. He was kinda funny.
So we’re wading ashore, you know, splashin’ all over the place, an’ he’s goin’ “I’m fuckin’ wet!” An’ I’m like “Well, duh! Tell me somethin’ I don’t know.” An’ I had like a new friend. Just like that.
So we go foragin’, and we eat. Then he wants to go sleep, so we say see ya. An’ I’m…tryin’ to find my way back. Place is big, right? And who do I see but that one pipsqueak in the Yankees shirt. And he’s just mindin’ his own business an’ there’s nobody around. So I go right up to him an’ I’m like “Hey, who peed on your shirt?” And I shove him.
An’ he’s all “HEY!” an’ he SWATS me really hard on my head. Like on my temple. Motherfucking OW! These geeks know about pain! So I get really angry, ‘cause I hate kids who hit back. So it’s on. He doesn’t last long. So I’ve got him on the ground and he’s all whining and he’s smelling totally freaked out, an’ I’m just about to haul off an’ break his snout. But then I smell some guy comin’ towards me, and right when I do, he leans on me really hard across my shoulder and I can’t move. An’ I can tell he’s big and heavy, too, so I’m thinking “Oh, crud.”
So I look up at him, an’ he’s older than me, and he’s got spiked headfur and wicked Harry Potter glasses, an’ he’s totally calm. I’m freezing up an’ I’m holding my breath. An’ he just says “You know, if you lay a hand on him, I’m gonna have to rough you up.”
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