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[Miral]

Printed this yesterday...read it last night....wow. I really enjoyed this..is there more? please say yes

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[Dano]

Man, I can't even tell you how much this took me back to the dance at the end of my 6th grade year...

Along with everything else, very well written, and I too would like more of a glimpse of Mike's relationship with his dad.

[Oz]

I wrote some more. But, the way that I did it, some of it had to get put in a different way. Like, ya know, I had to rearrange the chapters. So, there'll be some repetition. Bear with it, cuz I think that this is the best bit yet...


Chapter Four

Mike was sitting in front of the fire in his dad?s new house. It was snowing outside, a rarity for the desert that he lived in, and he loved to curl up by the fire with a good book, listening to the popping of the embers. A new year had brought forth and new house for Mike, and a new wife for his dad. Her name was Anne, and Mike despised her. However, the new house was tremendous in size, more than twice the size of his mom?s, and Mike sometimes thought that if he tried hard enough he could actually avoid her within the halls. He and his brother, John, got separate rooms for the first time in their lives. John sometimes still slept with Mike in his room, though.

The doghouse punishment had ceased a year ago, not because his dad had gotten better; rather, the dog had died. If Mike was bad now, or upset his dad in any way, he had to do housework for hours on end. During these times, Mike would let his mind wander, pondering who was the better superhero, Spiderman or Superman. He often wished that he could draw, because then he could find a way out of the hell that he lived in. He bought comics at a fervent rate and his dad supplied all the money. That was the one thing that hadn?t been taken away yet.

Mike hated coming to his dad?s house. It felt like a prison that he was forced to return to every other weekend. Every other weekend, he was dragged from his home and his comfort with his mother, into a personal hell. At home, with his mom, he was free. She encouraged freethinking and actually listened to what he had to say. He listened to his music, and if he had a song that he particularly liked at the moment, he could tell his mom, and she would listen to it. All his dad would do is give him money to buy it.

On this day in front of the fire, Mike was not reading a book. He was listening to music, with his headphones on, blaring loudly. MxPx was on, and he sat in front of the fire, imagining what it would be like to be a rock star. Mike?s tastes had changed drastically recently, and his dad was less than pleased with the result.

Mike had been listening to a lot of punk music, the ideals of the underground, and the thoughts of pissed off people. He had gotten a leather jacket from Travis, the guy who had introduced him to this variety of music, and had taken to wearing it all the time. Even as he sat in front of the fire, he wore it. It was like his best friend always being there, even when he couldn?t be.

For now, though, he was engrossed in the lyrics, not thinking of anything else in the entire world. ?Teenage Politics? was on, and Mike had never been happier. He couldn?t believe that he had finally found a song to perfectly express his feelings, and one that he thought that even his dad would get. He got up from the fire, his whole body radiating, and went to look for his dad. It was after seven o? clock, he should be home by now. He wandered over to his own room, first, to discard the jacket. Mike?s dad had made it clear that he didn?t want to see it on his son.

After wandering for a bit, Mike made his way to the study, where his dad could most often be found. His dad was seated at the desk, writing on some papers. He knocked loudly on the door, and cleared his throat to let his dad know that he was there.

?What is it?? his dad asked.

?Well, nothing, I was just wondering if you would maybe want to listen to this song that I just heard. It really describes me, and what I?m feeling right now.? Mike tried to put it in the most appealing way possible; he knew that he was only going to get one chance.

?What?s the name of the band Mike? I?m really busy here, if you can?t see that.? His dad was obviously annoyed, and Mike suddenly thought that maybe this wasn?t the best idea.

?Ummm, the name of the band is MxPx, dad. They?re a really good punk band.?

?Punk, huh? Is that that music that makes you dress in that leather jacket? You?re gonna wanna dye your hair next. Then you?ll start wearing chains from your wallet. Then you?ll want piercings. And then you?ll want to get a tattoo. And you?ll expect me to pay for it. Well, I?ll tell you what buster, you better have another thought. I?m not gonna pay for no tattoo. In fact, here, lemme see that Walkman.?

Mike dutifully handed it over, afraid of what his dad would do, but more afraid of the consequences if he didn?t do as he was told. His hand was shaking as he stretched towards his dad.

?What are you shaking for boy? You gonna cry? You want me to give you something to cry about?? That was his dad?s code for a beating. If the kids were crying for what his dad thought was undue reason, he would beat them, giving them something to cry about.

?No sir. Just a little cold.? Mike lied.

?Cold? It?s hot in here. You better get used to it. And don?t you be expecting me to turn up the thermostat either, it?s already too high.?

?Yes sir. Sorry.?

Mike?s dad took the Walkman from his hands and put on the headphones for about half a second. He took the headphones off and looked at his son with disgust in his eyes. Then he fumbled with the technology that he didn?t understand until the Walkman popped open. He took the CD out and held it in his other hand. He handed the Walkman back to his son.

?You call that music son? You call that singing? Well, I?ll tell you what, it?s for your own sake that I am taking this CD away from you. And don?t you be expecting me to buy you another one. When you want a good CD, some decent music, you can come and ask me for some money. You know that I?ll give it to you. You know that you can have it. But this has got to go.? He tossed the CD into his wastebasket. ?Now go help Anne with dinner.?

Mike turned to walk out of the room with tears in his eyes. They were not tears of sadness, but tears of rage.

?Oh, and Mike? I don?t want to see that leather jacket at all anymore. If you bring it over here to my house again, I?m going to burn it. Now get out of here. You?ve wasted enough of my time.?


Chapter Five

In the spring of the next year, Mike and Christina were not getting along very well. This part of his life was just like the rest of it, he thought. There was no point in trying, because every time that he tried all it resulted in was getting hurt more. He identified Christina more and more with his dad, the two people in his life that hurt him the most. But while his father?s hurts were more physical in nature, Christina?s wounds ran deep within his soul.

It was obvious that he liked her. Obvious to everyone. Even Danielle, Christina?s best friend, who didn?t even like Mike, had seen it and had offered to talk to her for him. But Mike had refused the help, saying that this was something that he needed to do on his own. His stubbornness had always brought him trouble. And he was going to find that this was no different. Christina didn?t like Mike. Not now, not at this stage of her life. No matter what he did, Mike just could not accept this fact. Until the day that the fact slapped him in the face. Christina asked Mike if she thought that Ben, the big man on campus, liked her. Mike said yes, he couldn?t imagine somebody not liking her. And Mike being the best friend that he was, when Christina asked him to set her up with Ben, he did. He said it was no problem and that he would love to see those two together. He lied to his best friend point blank. And when Christina asked him if he wouldn?t mind seeing if Ben had a date to the Eighth Grade Social and Ben didn?t, and Christina asked Mike if he minded that she went with Ben, of course he didn?t mind. And when Ben asked Mike, ?Well, I kinda thought that she was yours, dude?? all Mike had to say was, ?I guess not. Have a good time.?

So Ben and Mike and Travis and Nate all met at Mike?s house before the dance and took some pictures of The Crew so that they would always remember in high school that they had each other?s backs, no matter what. And then, since Mike?s house backed up to the middle school, they walked over to the Gym, where the dance was being held and met their group of girls outside. No one in either group was technically on a date, except for Christina and Ben, but by this time Christina had asked Mike if he wouldn?t mind telling Ben that she didn?t really want to be his girlfriend. And so Mike had done this and Ben had said, ?Whatever, dude, I thought she was yours anyways.? And that had been that as far as Ben and Christina were concerned as a couple. Christina still had not been kissed. Mike had planned for all year to make his move, and here it was. The Eighth Grade Social. His last chance. If he didn?t make his move soon, they would be in high school before any of them knew it, and it would be too late. Some senior would pick her up and it would be all over for Mike and his dream of being with Christina. He knew that it was now or never.

In the middle of the dance, Travis came up to Mike to hit him on the arm. ?Get a move on. Either you do it, or I?ll steal her from you. Better make a choice pretty quick.? Just then Mike saw Christina running out the doors, and he realized that Travis was right, and he ran after her. She was crying, and he didn?t know why, but that didn?t matter. He would have ran after her no matter what. That?s what best friends were for. As they trailed out the doors, Mike couldn?t help but think of Cinderella, running out the doors in such a hurry at midnight. Christina stopped shortly outside of the doors, and turned towards him. There were tears in her eyes, and running slowly down her face. It looked a lot like a waterfall.

?I don?t know,? she sobbed. ?It?s just that I like him so much and I just don?t know what to do. I mean, I do like him. But I don?t like him. You know? Geez?I?m a wreck. Look at me. Crying at the Social. This is supposed to be the best night of my life, and look at how messed up it?s all gotten. I must look like a real nerd??

?I think you look really beautiful tonight, Chris. I like that dress. We don?t see you in dresses very often.? He tried to elicit a laugh, to let her know that he was joking, but what came out was a groan that sounded a lot like a little boy?s voice cracking.

She laughed at him (whether is was at his attempt at humor, or the voice crack, he would never know) and just stared. He held out his hand, and she took it and came close. He gave her a hug, and told her that it was going to be okay. He told her all the things that she needed to hear and none of the things that he needed to say. He did this because he was her best friend. And that is what she needed right then. So he hugged her, and softly smelt her hair, trying to memorize the smell, if such a thing were possible, and wished that she would maybe just once shed some tears over him. He loved the smell of her hair. It was always so fresh, as though nothing in the world could come between her and her beauty.

In the background, over the DJs equipment, the Nixons? song ?Sister? came on. She looked up with a sad laugh and a tear, the kind that someone has when they have just put down a pet that had been a part of the family for uncountable years, and said to him, ?It?s our song. Hah.? He looked back at her face, shining in the moonlight, no longer like a waterfall, but more like a lake, and asked why she was so sarcastic towards their song. ?It?s such a sad song. It always makes me cry. I mean, look at me now,? she said. ?It was obviously this song that made me cry.? He smiled a little smile and pulled her tight, trying to make sure that she didn?t see the tears in his eyes.

He tugged on her hand. He motioned towards the door with his head, trying to get her to accompany him inside. ?Come on...? No, she said, I?m not a good dancer. Neither am I, he said. What?s it going to matter? Come on? Finally they entered, and it was as though the whole world held its breath at once. The crowds parted, and the two were allowed to the off-center of the dance floor. They swayed back and forth to the music, not really dancing, but better than they had been three years ago. He thought about the three years that had passed and all the time that they had spent together. He knew that high school was going to be hard. Their faces did not move through out the entire song. They just stared into each other?s eyes, as though there was nothing else in the world. And when the song faded out, Mike pulled her close once more and whispered into her ear, with a choking voice full of tears, ?See? I told you it?s not always a sad song. I love you Christina.? And when they released the world gasped, trying to take in the air in one big breath. The natural clamor of the room returned, and even if they had been looking into each other?s eyes still, they could not have seen the same sight. The moment was gone, forever lost in the hidden vault of where those moments go when we are done with them. She pulled back slowly. He knew that he had to move quickly if he ever wanted anything with this beautiful woman that he saw in front of him. He held on to her hand and gently tugged it once again. He motioned with his head outside. They left the gym, and walked outside to the bathrooms, the only other place that the school would allow the children to be.

The bathrooms were contained within another hall, separate from the gym, and as they walked through the double doors, Mike?s heart rate quickened. He didn?t know what he was doing. He had only kissed a few other girls, and those had certainly not been preparation enough for kissing the girl that he loved. He was suddenly nervous, and his palms grew sweaty. His vision burred slightly. He shook his head, as though to clear the cobwebs of this mystery that now engulfed him. He swallowed deeply, and tried to look over at her and laugh. It didn?t help. None of it.

?So, I?ve been meaning to talk to you for a while now?? he started out.

?Yeah, I know, you?ve told me. What?s all this about?? she sounded nervous.

?Well, it?s not just something that you can sit here and say, you know? It?s not like something that you can plan out, I guess. It?s more of a spontaneous thing?? He cut himself off as he leaned down to her petite frame and placed his lips on hers. To the current day, he has not yet experienced a better feeling than that very one. He held his lips to hers as long as he thought prudent, then a little more and finally released, his eyes closed for what felt like a year, lingering with the feeling, trying to hold on to it so that there would always be something there for him to remember, until his dying day.

For another moment, the world held its breath as the boy and girl looked into each other?s eyes. Then, with a jerk, reality set in. Mike started babbling.

?I guess that?s what I really wanted to say. But words can?t express that kind of feel?I want you to know that no matter what, I want to be your friend. I love you Chris. I love you more than anything. But I love you as a friend so much more. I always want to be your friend. And if this messes things up between us, I?m sorry, and you can just forget that it ever happened. It?s not something that I need, it?s just something that I want and that I thought I should share with you, even though I don?t know if you want it or even like it or anything? I?m sorry. I didn?t mean to do anything bad. Please don?t be mad. Look, I know that this kind of thing takes time and a lot of thought. So I just want you to know that you can have as much as you want. I?m willing to wait. I just felt that this was something that I had to say. And this was the only way I knew how to say??

She held a finger up to his lips, very gently, enough so that he couldn?t even tell if it was there. ?Shhhhh? It?s okay?? Then they held hands and they walked out the doors into the starry night. He looked up and saw a full moon and laughed at how perfect it all was. Mike held Christina as though she was his, and she let him. And they went back into the dance, and Travis looked at him in a questioning manner. Mike gave him a thumbs up and Travis smiled, and gave him the thumbs up back. There was only one more hour left in the dance, but Mike and Christina danced together for every song. In his mind, that hour stretched into a lifetime, and if he could live again, another life, he would choose that hour.

At the end of the night, when the dance was over, and Mike was getting ready to cross the field, back to his house, he and Christina stood outside the gym. It was cold outside, typical desert weather, but they were both used to it. This familiarity didn?t stop him from huddling close to her, holding her close to his frame, sharing their body warmth. She fit into the crevices in his body as though they had been born to take up this position. He looked at her and sighed. He knew that he would never again have a night as perfect as this.

?Look, I know you told me to be quiet, but I just want to emphasize this point. I love being your friend more than anything else in the world. If you have any questions about this kind of thing, just don?t go with it, and that?ll be okay with me. Just let me know, okay? I want to be your friend most of all, and above everything else.?

At that moment, her dad?s van pulled up to take her away from him. She turned to him and said, ?I?ve got to go. I?ll call you.? She gave him a hug, and she tried to hold on for an eternity in that instant. She pulled away, but he held on to her hand, so that it was as though she were being torn from him. He held on for one last moment and knew that he had to let go. She let one tear loose as she walked away from him. In the middle of her path, she stopped and she looked back at the boy she had known so many years, and saw the man that was growing up before her very eyes. He was taller than her now, and he was losing the boyish traits that had made him the girl?s favorite in elementary school. He was growing into a man. An attractive one at that. She knew that from this night on, everything would be different. She tried to make herself remember everything from this night. She knew that this was one of those times that it would never be like again. She knew that from this night on, it would always be changing. And it wouldn?t always be for the better. Then she turned around and walked to the van without a word.

Chapter Six


Mike was walking down the hall, dressed in his leather jacket, and with a backpack slung over one shoulder and headphones covering his ears. His hair was long, pulled back into a ponytail, and his eyes had bags underneath them. He hadn?t slept since the first day of high school, three days ago. He had been too busy. He had starting dating Samantha, a sophomore, and had been hanging out with her and her friends, too much. He tried to remember the last time that he had slept in his own bed at his own home. He didn?t want to try that hard.

He was walking down the hall, holding Samantha?s hand, when he saw her. There was Christina, at the other end of the hall. He didn?t know what to do. They hadn?t talked since middle school had gotten out, and over the course of the summer, he had grown bitter. Not a single phone call, not a single letter, nothing from the girl that he had told that he loved. When freshman orientation had occurred, Travis had been in his group. It was only then that he realized that Travis had been hanging out with Christina all summer. It was only then that Travis talked to him, and told him to leave Christina alone. It was then that he lost his best friend, the guy who had been his brother, and it was only then that he realized that he would never talk to Christina again.

So here was Christina at the other end of the hall, walking towards he and Samantha. Their eyes met. They turned their heads slightly to see each other for a second more, and then they were passed. Mike noticed that Christina?s eyes had not looked as bright as he remembered them. He also saw that she too was dressed in a leather jacket now. Samantha tugged on his hand, signaling that they were at the end of the hall, and it was time to split. Mike had to go to Math, across the campus, and Samantha had English upstairs. He gave her a quick kiss and couldn?t help but think of Christina?s face when he did.

He walked out the doors, into the main campus, and started a little jog west, towards his class. He made it to the door, just as the bell was ringing, and the teacher gave him a look that Mike took as ?If you had been here a second later, I would not have let you in, you lucky punk.? Mike glared him down, continuing to stare until he took his seat. Mike hated Math, and he hated this teacher even more. The teacher didn?t collect homework, though, so it was a great chance for Mike to catch up on his sleep. Today, however, was a test, so Mike would be out of luck.

After the test, Mike fell asleep on his desk, waking with the bell. Another day was done. He met up with Samantha in the main campus, and they sat on one of the benches making out for a while. After about ten minutes, Samantha had to get home, so he walked her to the city bus stop just outside of the school and they sat there together until the bus came.

After Samantha left, Mike wandered for a while. He walked back over to the building where he had seen Christina earlier, and opened the doors. He walked the hall up and down, more than twenty times, thinking about her. Then he stopped. He sat down on the floor, and looked at his leather jacket, his backpack covered in patches, and his scarred hands. He could count seven visible knife scars. He knew there were more that were not visible. Mike took off his leather jacket, and sat in the middle of the hall where he had seen the girl that he had grown up with, and cried.


Chapter Seven

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"What about him? What are you doing with him?"
"What you should be doing with me..."

Proud family member of Jelymo, gollum, Kelly, Dano, Jaxom27, 5Cats, Fenix and others.

I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned

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[This message has been edited by Oz (edited October 03, 2000).]

[Chilimuffin]

I like the rewriting. I can definitely say you struck a chord..... must be the leather jacket.... yeah

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"Noctu, nihil pedalum pigmentum refert." - Discordelaidh

[Fénix]

Heh, and you say you are not good? The same goes for Dano. Look around at your story threads to see all those replies saying how much you good you guys are. Can't wait to see the rest. Great Job.

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"I've had to spend the majority of my life vigilant against the thoughts and emotions of others pentrating my mind. But just this once, as the psychic dam begins to burst, I dont try to stop it... because the only emotion that comes crashing through the breakwall...
is hope.
It washes over everyone. Infectious... growing in strength...
Connecting us... uniting us... until suddenly...
strangers dont seem so strange anymore."
Jean Grey- X Men # 71

PROUD SLAVEBOY OF JELYMO

Enter Daredevil at Hero Realm

[gollum]

heh...the dances i went to never ended up *nearly* that well. (remind me sometime to tell y'all of the time Caroline and i sat in the girls' bathroom for the entirety of homecoming our sophomore year...you think i'd learn to not set my friends up with each other...)

anywho...i like it, Oz. very real, very human, very tangible. i especially like how the 5th grade dance is described: >>When the Fifth Grade Sock Hop was announced, it was only natural for Mike to ask Christina to go with him. Not as boyfriend girlfriend or anything, just, you know, to go together so that they both wouldn?t look like dorks. So she said yes, not so that they wouldn?t look like, you know, dorks, but in the hope that this might be the night when he finally kissed her. <<

not so that they wouldn't look like, you know, dorks... so true. so damn true.

so when're you gonna tell us more???

-g

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Sometimes i think everyone on this board is crazy. The rest of the time i'm sure. -Dan
somehow i see [gollum] clinging to a tower and rousingly calling for a new world order. -starky

Yeah, I'm a real prize. Tonight, I'm a bronze medal.

[Oz]

Chapter Seven

At midnight on December twenty second, the music was thumping loudly and the lights were flashing brightly, and Mike was spinning round and round as though he were on fire. He hadn?t called home in about three days, and he wasn?t even sure if there was a home any more. His clothes were dirty and stunk, but he had a backpack on that contained a few water bottles, a spare shirt for later, a pair of socks, his wallet, with all the money that he possessed in it, and a few spare comics that he had picked up from the Seven Eleven, on the way up to a party two nights ago. He moved in time to the music, swaying back and forth, moving his feet rapidly. He considered himself a pretty good dancer, and judging by the looks that he was getting from the girls around him, he wasn?t too far off.

Mike had gone to a rave with a few of his friends, in the back of the same van that he had slept in last night, and was quickly immersed in the culture of something completely different than anything that he had ever done before. He loved the way that the music could sink into his body and make him feel as though he were somewhere else. Anywhere else would do, although he usually imagined himself to be a superhero, swinging along the cityscape of New York, or flying into the sunset of Metropolis. The bass thumped into his body the way that he could imagine his arch nemesis? blows attacking his body, relentlessly and unforgiving. He danced as long as he could, and when he remembered that he had to stop to drink water to stay alive, he was drenched in more sweat than had he been outside during a thunderstorm. He looked around for any of his friends, and saw no one that he knew. Instead, an unknown girl approached him and staring dancing with him. Mike took a swig from the water bottle, replaced it back in his backpack and started swaying along to the music with her.

The DJ started to spin a record that Mike had never heard before and he started to move closer to the turntables, wondering if he could find out what it was. The girl moved with him, and he decided to test how far he could take her. Instead of going straight towards the tables, he veered towards the left, going through a crowd of people that he had never seen before. He cut through them, and hugged the side of the warehouse wall, moving closer to the DJ. He looked behind him and saw the girl smile. She was cute. She had short brown hair, and, from what he could see, brown eyes. She was the complete antithesis of Samantha, and that might be good for him. At least, that?s what his friends had been telling him for the last nine weeks, when it seemed like every girl that Mike hooked up with at parties looked very similar to her. Mike had dumped her two weeks into the relationship, but it was only to keep his record. He had never been dumped yet, and he sure as hell didn?t plan to start with her.

The rumors had been going that she was going to dump him, so Mike had written Samantha a letter, basically robbing her of the privilege. He thought that she had looked pretty funny when he had done it. She looked almost hurt. But it had been Mike that had been hurt, and that had been reflected in the fact that the next girl that he hooked up with, the next weekend, was blonde with green eyes, just like Samantha.

He had reached the DJ?s table just as the song was ending, and shook the memory from his head. He saw the man taking the record off the record player, and Mike leaned in close and yelled: ?WHAT IS THAT RECORD?!??

?THEY?RE CALLED THE CRYSTAL METHOD!?

Mike nodded, and thanked the DJ, giving him the wave of recognition. He made a mental note to look for some Crystal Method CDs. He turned around and the girl was still there, looking up at him. She held out her hand, and Mike took it, thinking that she wanted to dance, very willing to oblige. After she led him away from the crowd, though, Mike started thinking something else, and he was even more willing to oblige. In the corner of the warehouse, where very few people were gathered, the girl stood on tip toes to yell into Mike?s ear: ?My name?s Kim! You?? She was short, even for a girl, but Mike liked that. He liked that she had to stand on tiptoe to reach him, and he looked her up and down, searching for something that could be called a fault. He couldn?t find much.

Mike told Kim his name and she grinned. She was wearing a red lipstick that made her lips seem even darker than they were in real life, which made them stand out even more. He looked at her lips for long enough for her to see him looking there and then leaned in to them. He brushed her lips first, testing to see if this was what she wanted. When she didn?t retreat, he proceeded and they kissed and he could feel for the first time how warm she was. After their lips parted, she dug into her pocket and handed Mike an aspirin. He looked at her quizzically, but she just returned the look with a smile and nodded him on. He put the pill in his mouth and took some water from his backpack to wash it down. She giggled, and gave him a wink.

Kim led him back to the dance floor then, and they began dancing, bouncing along to the rhythm of dance records. Mike lost track of time after that, because what seemed like three hours was revealed to be a third of that by looking at his watch. Finally, with an exasperated look, Kim took his watch from him, and put it into her pocket. She gave him the look again and he knew that time was not something that he had to worry about on a night like this. He looked up at her and smiled, his hope for the evening growing. As he stared at her face, he could have sworn that the whole room looked as dark as her lipstick.

Mike?s eyes fell, and his whole world went black.

When he woke in the morning, he was in a bed with white sheets, and red pillows. It was cold, and as he looked around, he could see that a window was open directly across from the bed. He was alone in the bed, and had no idea where he was or how he got there. The next thing that Mike realized was that he was naked. He sat up with a start, and saw that there were about fifteen people sleeping on the carpeted floor around him. He recognized one of his friends, Robert, from the rave last night (was it last night?) and hoped that he knew where they were and how they would get back home (was there still a home?).

Kim walked into the room wearing a loose fitting satin robe, with wet hair and a clean body that was shown clearly through the robe and smiled at him again. This morning she was wearing no lipstick, and Mike didn?t mind that at all. He realized that the only words he had heard her say thus far were her name. She beckoned at him with her finger, and he wrapped the sheets around his waist, stepped out of the bed, tried not to crush people underneath his feet, and followed Kim, hoping to get some answers.

Chapter Eight


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"What about him? What are you doing with him?"
"What you should be doing with me..."

Proud family member of Jelymo, gollum, Kelly, Dano, Jaxom27, 5Cats, Fenix and others.

I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned

"Om Namaha Shivaya." ~ Dano

[Fénix]

Things get more interesting now. So time to bump you up. Can't wait for ch8.

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"I've had to spend the majority of my life vigilant against the thoughts and emotions of others pentrating my mind. But just this once, as the psychic dam begins to burst, I dont try to stop it... because the only emotion that comes crashing through the breakwall...
is hope.
It washes over everyone. Infectious... growing in strength...
Connecting us... uniting us... until suddenly...
strangers dont seem so strange anymore."
Jean Grey- X Men # 71

PROUD SLAVEBOY OF JELYMO

Enter Daredevil at Hero Realm