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The Valley of Eternal Butterflies

Post  Admin on June 22nd 2009, 4:13 am

High above and hidden in tall mountains, in the palm of Earth's hands, lay a valley, green and living. The wind, her breath, swept the land softly, and the blood in her veins ran the clear rivers. Her youngest children, the people, lived peacefully and freely amongst themselves.

But the people in the valley were lonely. For though the rivers gave them drink and the land gave them food, there was no one but the people. There were beautiful flowers and majestic trees, but the people were alone. The people became sad and reserved, and soon the skies turned gray. Because when the people were sad so was Earth.So Earth decided to give the people her most precious: her most beautiful gift. She let the wind of her breath brush coolly against her face and let her eyes flutter closed. And as her eyes opened and her breath strengthened, her tears became bright crystal wings that fluttered softly with the wind. And so the butterflies were born. The people of the valley came to love the butterflies and the butterflies were happy with the people.

The butterflies lived long and their colors stayed bright. And when the people walked by, the butterflies brushed against them with their gossamer wings, like a soft kiss in greeting. The people loved the butterflies so much, they decided to hold the butterflies forever to themselves. They made beautiful cages for the butterflies and little by little the cages were filled until no butterflies could be seen in the sky. And the people were happy because the butterflies were now theirs.

But as time went by, the butterflies lost their color and began to die, one by one. The Earth became sad, the rivers stopped flowing and the trees lost their leaves, and the people of the valley became devastated. Not only were the butterflies dying but Earth had also turned against them! Why was this happening? The people began fighting amongst themselves, thinking that it was the fault of the other. But still they did not let the butterflies go. So Earth, in an effort to save both the people and the butterflies, sent her most favorite of favorites. The most beautiful Butterfly, with all the colors of the Earth; this was her most beloved. Earth sent this Butterfly to the people. But no matter how many times this One pleaded, how much this Butterfly begged the people to let the other butterflies go, the people didn?t listen. Instead, they built a golden cage for the butterfly and trapped it there.

This time, Earth became angry, her most precious butterfly belonged to no one without its own consent! The people had never seen such cold fury from Earth before then. The rivers began running again, but the freezing waters swept away the land, the people's homes, and the people themselves. Many people died and the Butterfly in the golden cage watched in sorrow as Earth went wild in anger. But finally, the Butterfly cried out, "Stop, Great Mother, Please! Do not hurt the people, for they did not know what they were doing!" But Earth could not hear the Butterfly from its golden cage. So the Butterfly tried and tried to escape against all hope until at last it slipped through the bars of the cage and its wings were torn from its back.


Earth saw her most beloved, crying and wingless, and stopped. The Butterfly pleaded with Earth to spare the people. And Earth, confused because even though the people had hurt it, the Butterfly still protected them, asked what She should do then to punish the people for their crime. The Butterfly wept, not knowing how to respond, until Earth decided on Her own.

The people were exiled from the valley and lost all memory of the butterflies. They resumed their empty way of living, and this time Earth did not try to help them anymore.
Years passed, and the people lived, dreaming of butterflies at night, and forgetting about them in the day. Never knowing that high above them, in the valley, the Butterfly that had protected them was lonely and praying that one-day, the people would remember about them, and repent their ignorant ways.

More years passed in loneliness for the wingless Butterfly until, one day, a boy stumbled into the valley. The boy told the Butterfly that he was on a mission, and that his whole life was dedicated to its completion. But when the boy tried to leave, the Butterfly wept. It had thought that finally the people had remembered about the butterflies and had sent this boy. But it had been wrong and the boy could not leave.

As the days passed, the boy forgot about his mission and he began to enjoy the Butterfly's company. And the Butterfly was not lonely anymore, for it finally had a companion to watch all the other butterflies with. They became friends.

Weeks passed and the Butterfly and the boy became even closer until finally the boy came to love the Butterfly. He told the butterfly of his love and the Butterfly's face became even more beautiful in its happiness. It wept in joy and kissed the boys face and said, "I am yours." and as the Butterfly said this, the remainder of the Butterfly's wings fell softly from its back.

A year passed in happiness for both the boy and the Butterfly; more butterflies had been born, and the valley flashed with the color of their wings. But the boy remembered his mission and his heart tugged for him to return to the people. The boy became troubled and the Butterfly, sensing his grief, told him to go back and finish his mission.

The boy promised he would return, and the Butterfly wept when he was gone, for it knew that the minute the boy left the valley, he would forget all about the Butterfly and their love. And the boy did forget. His heart remembered, and his body remembered, but his mind could not. He grew and married another one of the people, always dreaming in his heart of the Butterfly he had left behind, but couldn't remember, in the valley.

The Butterfly saw the boy forget, and the Butterfly saw the boy go on living an empty life. History repeated, and the boy lived again and again, the Butterfly sometimes in his life, sometime not. Until the Butterfly turned to the inside of itself, and in its grief finally broke.And the boy finally remembered, but too late. He remembered what it was that he had been searching for all those years. The boy reached deep within himself and found the strength he would need to finish his mission. And he found it in his broken butterfly. So he flew up into the mountains with the Butterfly in his arms and let the sky fall from his hands and the earth tumble from his lips, raining on his face like frozen petals and marking his face with the frost of their touch, until all that was left was the wings in their hearts, fluttering like the crystal butterflies from the valley from so long ago.
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The Valley of Eternal Butterflies

Post  *~MoE~* on June 22nd 2009, 6:53 am

Lonan could hear the sound of his own labored breaths in the silence of the thick forest as he ran. He was exhausted, but a compelling sense of urgency kept him moving rapidly through the thick layer of trees -many of which blocked his path. With a growing desperation, he flung himself over roots and crashed through the thick underbrush. His sides heaved with the effort of his flight, but he never slowed down. Still, he felt as if he were not going fast enough. Something kept screaming at him that he would be too late.

He didn't want to be too late. He had to make it!!

Most of all... he did not want to think what would happen to him if he were.

He increased his speed, throwing himself blindly forward, needing to find the break in the trees that would lead him to what he most desired.

It was a sudden break -as if the trees themselves all jumped back twenty feet just to allow him one glimpse of the solitary little butterfly that stood at the cliff edge. It crawled on broken legs, its pitiful body battered. It was clearly in pain as it twitched helplessly closer to its destination. It was going to hurl itself over the edge, and it would try to fly, but the wings were missing. If it completed its attempt to fly, then it would tumble down into the black abyss below -never to emerge again.

The butterfly would die.

A vision flashed, and the butterfly became a blurred version of a naked boy as he crawled on his belly, his bloody hand outstretched -trying to brush against the edge and haul himself the last fatal inches away. Lonan caught a flash of a golden color, and then the boy was a butterfly once more.

A sound caught in Lonan's throat. He wanted to scream -to tell the butterfly not to do it. He wanted to scoop the tiny creature up in his arms and kiss it -to beg it to stay with him.

He began to move forward, but he felt as if he were trying to run through water -slow and heavy. He saw the space between the butterfly and the cliff edge close, and it began to teeter. Lonan tried to move faster, but his pace only slightly increased. He made a small sound, but it was not heard by the butterfly. He jumped, and suddenly the wind whipped his face and stung his eyes as his speed returned to normal. He sailed through the air, his arms open wide to catch the butterfly. He fell, his arms folding around empty air as he slammed into the ground.

"No...," he whispered. "No!"

Utter grief tore through him. Too late.... He had been too late....

His eyes squeezed shut as a wrenching sob escaped his lips. His body convulsed almost violently with it.


Lonan came awake with an almost violent twitch. His coal black eyes were wide open, his breathing uneven, and he felt burdened with an uncharacteristic sense of utter grief; however, he could not recall what had caused such pain to swell up within him. He put his face in his hands for a brief moment, then shoved his fingers through his medium-length raven black hair. They came away from his flesh wet with night-sweat, and he heaved an aggravated sigh.

This was the same process that had been occurring repeatedly ever since the new school year had begun. It never failed. Night after night, he would have some strange dream, awaken in a peculiar manner, and then feel restless, exhausted, and fidgety all day long. He could feel the toll that it was beginning to take on his body, but he struggled to be certain that his grades did not slip even the tiniest bit.

Lonan glanced at the clock, annoyed as he realized that he had maybe five more minutes that he could have been using to sleep... if not for this stupid cycle of events. He shut off the alarm and hurried through his morning preparations for school -checking in the mirror only once for his reflection, which held a glaring teenager with dark circles shining under his eyes. Disgusted, he ran a comb through his hair and moved on. He ate a fast breakfast and then zoomed off to school. He wasn't sure what his hurry was, but it was better than unnecessarily sitting around in an empty house for any amount of time.

Few people actually arrived at the school before Lonan did anymore, but he was content to simply sit quietly in his desk and await the arrival of the other students as he peered out of the classroom window. He used this time to struggle with his brain, trying once more -and always failing- to recall the reason for his constant distressed awakenings.


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Re: The Valley of Eternal Butterflies

Post  Admin on June 22nd 2009, 8:10 am

His backpack was heavy, Micah mused, as he stood on the roof of the school. Perhaps he shouldn't have brought all his books on his first day of school. It wasn't like his teachers were going to pile on the homework just yet. At least, he hoped.

From the height of the building, the blond could see most of the town, or maybe even all of it. And if he looked far enough, Micah could see into the mountains that made the town seem miniscule in comparison.

Micah had always wondered what was beyond those mountains, even when he still lived farther from the sea than he was now. Those mountains surrounded by mist and clouds, and guarded by trees. He wanted to see those mountains more than he wanted to see the ocean. And that was a great deal.

Abandoning their search of the mountains, iridescent eyes looked up into the morning sky, mirroring the colors that the sun threw across the slowly moving clouds. Pink, blue, orange, purple, so many that Micah lifted up a hand and placed it against the chain link fence, unable to look away until the sun broke through the horizon.

"Ow... Jeez, so bright." he muttered, lifting up an arm to shield his eyes.

Finally, he sighed, the hand clutching to the fence and the one shielding him from the sun falling to his sides. He supposed it was about time he returned downstairs. It wouldn't do for any other students to find out his claimed hiding space. Though now that Micah thought about it, it would make more sense that somebody already knew how to get to the roof. After all, he was the new kid.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he turned away from looking out into the town and began walking back towards door he had entered from. From the looks of it, only the janitor seemed to be able to get in, but Micah, doubted he wouldn't be able to cajole that particular faculty member into letting him sneak in there.

It was always his favorite place to read.. Outside, that is.

The stairs back downstairs were dingy compared to the bright and open area on the roof, and Micah hated it. It made him feel claustrophobic, short of breath, faint. Micah had always hated enclosed spaces. Ever since...

The horrible pain in his lung prevented any attempt to breathe that he could have made. His vision, doubled, faded, from black, to white, then black again.

"Mommy?" he tried calling, though it only came out as a whisper. Even that sent jolts of pain wracking through his body.

Hard, cold and twisted metal encased him. He himself was twisted in a way that made any movement extremely painful. But maybe that could have just been that horrible burning pain in his chest spreading to the rest of his body.

"Mom-my.. Pa.. " But they didn't answer. The only answer to his plea was the sound of sirens in the distance, and the sight of red lights blazing into his sensitive eyes.

"Mommy..."he tried one last time. Please, answer.

"It's ok, kid. Hold on! You're going to be ok. Hold on!"


Micah scowled, shaking his head vigorously, only to stumble at movement. He tried to catch himself on the handrails but... there were none. His whole body flailed wildly as he tried to keep himself from falling, but in vain. The weight of his backpack only added to his plight, dragging him down. He tripped down the stairs, the last five, and his shoulder crashed into the only thing in front of him.

The door leading to third floor hallway.

It was thrown open behind his weight, and he crashed into the hall.

"Crap!" the yell burst from Micah's lips, the sound no doubt resounding through the whole building.
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Post  *~MoE~* on June 23rd 2009, 4:34 am

Time passed Lonan by, and more students began to trickle in behind him. Two loud, noisy, chatting girls slipped inside, oblivious to the silence that had been hovering so pleasantly in the room long before their arrival. It seemed that their boisterousness coaxed the others out of their shell of quietness, and the room became unbearably loud. Annoyed by the destruction of his concentration, Lonan looked up at the empty teacher's desk and the clock on the wall over it. He still had ten minutes to suffer through before class began.

The noise level was beginning to make Lonan's head throb painfully. He stood and escaped from the room, leaving his school bag behind him. He had no real destination in mind as he took long strides down the hall. Anywhere would be better than simply sitting inside of the noise bubble that the classroom had become.

He didn't like how the girls would randomly squeal out or how everyone would get increasingly louder with every moment that passed by -each trying to out-talk the others or talk over every one else.

Lonan realized that his hands were clenched into fists and his eyebrows drawn down into a deep frown. He stopped to try and calm himself down.

Slowly, the tension in him slipped away, and he exhaled quietly. He opened his eyes and took another step forward, but froze as a sound to his left caught his attention.

He found himself frowning again, curious. The door just ahead of him only lead up to the roof... and it was normally locked during school hours. Who would possibly be in there causing such a ruckus?

Determined to find out, Lonan took another step forward, but the door flew open just as he stepped up to it. He sucked in a gasp, startled, but he instantly let it out in a loud "Oof!" just as the person that came tumbling out landed on top of him with a sharp "Crap!"

Lonan's lungs felt oddly paralyzed for a moment as he stared stupidly at the ceiling, dizzy and terribly confused. He managed to drag a breath into his lungs, and then pain hit. It wasn't an unbearable pain, but it was enough to force a light moan from his lips. The other person was sprawled out over him -most likely fine after such a fall, since Lonan had taken the blunt of both of their embarrassing tumbles.

"Ow...," he whispered to himself, allowing a moment of time to be put to the use of evaluating the damage on his body. He figured that he would likely have a few minute bruises here and there... perhaps some soreness, at the worst.

He blinked a few quick times, trying to shove away the stars that floated around his head. He sat up, his eyes wide. "What in the world were you doing on the stairs to the roof?!," he demanded, annoyed that the kid had fallen on him -backpack and all. He glared at the back of the boy's head, his eyes glued on the shock of bright blond hair -where his face would be if he had been lying on his back. Dimly, he realized that he did not know this person at all. He had never seen such bright hair before, he was sure of it.

Quickly realizing how rude that he must have sounded, Lonan sighed and tried again. "Are you hurt? How far up were you before you fell...?," he asked in only a slightly gruff manner, unsure if the kid was even listening to him.


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Post  Admin on June 23rd 2009, 5:15 am

Micah was unconsciously surprised when his head didn't meet the hard floor, though his body still hurt from having crashed into whoever had broken his fall. He yelped as his makeshift cushion practically threw the him off in his move to get up, effectively landing Micah on his backside.
"Agh..." he muttered, trying to sit up against the weight of his backpack.

He really shouldn't have brought his books on the first day.

He looked up, wincing at the sharp demand made by the person he'd fallen on, and almost groaned.

The hall suddenly seemed to swim around him and pain assaulted his lungs. His throat constricted around the breath he tried to take, making it stick in his throat and effectively silencing him.

Not again! Micah panicked, mouth flying open and snapping closed as his chest heaved in vain. He must look like a fish, he wondered, lifting up a hand as a signal to wait when the dark haired boy before him asked him something.

The insides of his lungs fluttered, shaking as they tried to set lose whatever it was that had stopped Micah's breath. And all Micah could do was force himself to hack into tissue that he had taken out of his pocket with a quivering hand. If he tried to breathe in, it would be the end of him. The blond always had to override instinct when these attacks hit him.

He practically convulsed into the hand that held the tissue to his mouth. Each movement was more violent than the last, and finally with a loud rattling cough he coughed up what had lodged in his lungs and throat into the white paper.

Micah didnt even spare a glance at the pink-tinged phlegm as he hastily wadded up the soiled tissue and made a sound of disgust.

"Ugh...gross."

Finally, he looked up towards the person before him, multi-colored eyes meeting coal, and he grinned sheepishly.

"Way to start the morning, eh?" he chuckled, moving to get up. His fist wrapped tightly around the tissue as he pushed himself up from the floor.
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Post  *~MoE~* on June 23rd 2009, 6:16 am

Lonan peered at the silent boy as he lifted his hand, his eyebrows twisting in concern. He did not like the odd look on the boy's face. It was something akin to panic or fear, and it took Lonan a long moment to realize that the boy had not yet taken in another breath since they had landed.

He tensed and bent over slightly, opening his mouth to ask something else, but then the horrible coughing fit began, and Lonan forgot his words in the realization that he didn't have a clue as to how to help. He heard himself gasp and let out a small "Oh!!" of distress, but he stood, frozen in place as the poor boy coughed. He kept repeating that one word softly to himself, his hands reaching out to pat the boy's back, but freezing in mid-motion and returning to rest against his belly in fists. He watched helplessly and reached out again, only to bring his hands back to cover his mouth.

He wasn't quite sure if the movement was to put a stop to the annoying repetition of 'oh' that he had thus far been unable to cease or if it were strictly a movement of distress.

A horrifying thrill of fear for the boy flared up within Lonan as the fit seemed to grow in intensity. Feeling useless, his hands fell to his sides and curled into fists. He looked off toward the hall, his gaze troubled and his jaw clenched. He winced in sympathetic pain as he heard him cough up... something into the tissue, and then he looked back at the boy as he stood.

Lonan felt his hands relax and his eyes widen as the boy grinned at him. It was the brightest, happiest smile that he had ever seen on someone.... How could he have such energy after such an obviously painful experience?

He had to resist smiling back at those odd hazel eyes. The barest ghost of a smile pulled up one side of his lips, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. His stance was tense once again, his eyes almost brooding.

Should this boy even be here, with a cough like that one? Skeptically, he stepped forward -leaving very little space between himself and the boy. His hand flashed out and pressed into his forehead, as Lonan's brows drew together in concentration. The lad felt warm, but not feverish. Nothing that would warrant a visit to the nurse or a swift kick in the rear back to his bedroom. Less than a heartbeat later, Lonan had stepped back -giving himself and the boy plenty of personal space between them. His eyes narrowed slightly and a frown tugged down the corners of his mouth.

"...Yes," he answered at last in a soft, rolling timbre -then his tone picked up a sarcastic note. "It's going to be a great day."

He almost asked who the kid was, but hesitated. He had no business demanding a name from the boy. He really hadn't had any right to feel of the other's forehead, but he wanted to be sure that the kid was not going to hack up his lungs... or any other of his innards, for that matter.

He peered quietly at the boy. He... appeared healthy enough. And yet, he would not have such a cough if something were not wrong with him... right? Or had he been eating something on his way down the stairs?

Why was he thinking about it so much?!

The school bell rang sharply, and Lonan shook his head sharply. "I have to go," he said quickly, and started off down the hall -almost in the frame of mind to welcome the start of school.


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Post  Admin on June 24th 2009, 3:43 am

His thoughts still having been muddled up by the coughing attack, Micah didn't realize the reason for the other boy to get so close to him until he felt the hand on his forehead. His breath hitched slightly at the short contact, and a soft, embarrassed blush appeared on his cheeks as he looked up at the serious look on the dark haired boy's face.

"Eh..?"

Not many people had the nerve, or desire, to touch him after a fit like the one he just had. People always thought that whatever it was that he had, that it was contagious or something, so this... It was a completely unthought-of reaction to the blond.

Before Micah was able to think more of it, the boy stepped back, leaving the blond in a very confused state of mind. Enthusiasm, however, didn't let him stay that way for too long, and Micah was soon on his feet and grinning up at the dark haired boy just as the bell rang with a tremendous wail throughout the building.

Micah winced at the suddenness, opening his eyes again to see the boy turning away from him and beginning to walk away and back to wherever it was that he had come from. "A-ah, hold on!" Micah called hastily, finding to his humiliation, that his voice was still a bit raspy.

Wait... why did he care? Just because the guy had been a bit nice to him, he was worrying about how he sounded?

He felt ridiculous just thinking about it. And now he was arguing with himself!

The blush on his face only worsened as he realized that he hadn't said anything after telling the older boy to wait.

idiot...

"Heh..." he chuckled, catching up to the boy, "Um... You wouldn't know where Mr. Berti's room is, would you? Gotta hand in this transcript thing or whatever it is. I'm a new student... well, new to this town, anyway. Hehe.. Not really used to going to school like this."

Great... now he was rambling...

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The sound of laughter and talking filled the classroom, mostly coming from the group surrounding Mari's desk. Mari herself sat in her desk, her hands folded demurely on her desk and a slight smile pulling at her lips.

One of her friends leaned in conspiringly, the multiple bracelets on her wrists glinting at every exaggerated movement."Yeah, I heard there was a new kid transferring in today!" she said loudly, the words followed by girlish giggles throughout the group.

"Oh?" Mari asked softly, suddenly interested. She usually didn't really pay attention to what her friends said. And when she did, it never really interested her. It was almost always rumors about the sports teams or insults spoken behind a certain person's back.

If she only had the courage to do so, Mari would have just walked away from them. But as it was, she didn't want anyone to dislike her.

One of her other friends, Ashley, perhaps what one would call the "leader" of the group nodded in confirmation, dark brown hair falling across her shoulders perfectly. "I asked Coach Merrick and he said that there was a new kid joining our grade's P.E."

That was confirmation enough for the group. If anyone would know, it would be Ashley, vice-captain of the volleyball team. Coach Merrick favored her above even the senior year captain, and would tell her anything she asked.

The group broke into loud chattering, each one asking Ashley what kind of kid it would be. Was it a boy, or girl? Was he cute?

Mari only stayed quiet, thinking about what could bring new people into this town. It was such an insignificant little town that people hardly paid any attention to it when they drove through to go to the ocean. Not that it was small. Compared to some of the other towns deeper inland, this one was a pretty good size, but compared to the ocean... it was usually overlooked for whatever it was that people were trying to run away from.

Everyone seemed to want to go to the ocean. Far away from the mountains and whatever it was that they reminded them of.
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Post  *~MoE~* on June 24th 2009, 4:30 am

Lonan heard the boy's raspy call and came to a fast halt. He turned his body slightly so that he could look at the boy expectantly. He examined the boy's face as the faintest blush stained his cheeks, then widened to engulf his entire face before he hurried forward.

Once the boy caught up with him, Lonan began to walk once more at a slower pace, adjusting to keep from stressing the boy's lungs further.

"Heh...," the boy began. "Um... You wouldn't know where Mr. Berti's room is, would you? Gotta hand in this transcript thing or whatever it is. I'm a new student... well, new to this town, anyway. Hehe.. Not really used to going to school like this."

Lonan didn't like the sound of the boy's voice. It seemed quite hoarse.... Dimly, he recalled putting some peppermints in his pocket earlier that morning. He liked to keep some around -just in case. He reached into his pocket and pulled one out, then offered it to the boy. "This might sooth your throat a bit. I'm sure it hurts after that awful cough...."

He paused to replay the boy's words in his mind. "I'm actually headed to Mr. Berti's room right now. He's my first class of the day." He hesitated, unsure if he was willing to allow such idle chitchat. He didn't like to suffer through long conversations filled with nothing but pleasantries, but he did not want the boy to feel as if he were insufferable. It was simply the fact that Lonan liked to remain quiet most of the time that kept him from engaging in social activities.

"I thought you looked like an unfamiliar face," he added, after only a moment's hesitation. "Welcome to Orville," he offered. "There isn't really much to this school, so you'll get used to it quickly, I think."

He paused, stopping before the classroom door. He opened it and stepped aside for the boy, offering to let him go first. "This is his room."

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Olivia sat in her desk, her book resting in her lap as she reclined backward in her seat. Her arms were crossed behind her head and her legs laying across her desk. She hassled a piece of gum with her teeth as she listened in to the giggle-filled conversation of the girls.

She glanced over at them, her eyes wide and bright as she smiled. "A new student? Really? Awesome! I hadn't heard." She chuckled to herself. "Who would've thought, in a small place like this? I bet it's another guy. This school has a ton of girls as it is."

She sent a pointed glance toward Ashley. "But I'd happily welcome another girl, as long as she wasn't the sort to look down her nose and giggle at everyone she saw. I'd always be ecstatic to have another little cutie to flirt with." Olivia stared at one girl in particular until she looked up at her, and Olivia gave a dashing, flirtatious wink -along with a gleaming grin and a teasing wiggle of her eyebrows.


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Micah's eyes widened slightly at the offer, and he smiled. Who was he to refuse a gift?

"Gee, thanks!" he said happily, taking the small sweet from the boy's hand. Disregarding everything his Pops had told him about never accepting anything from strangers despite them being nice, Micah promptly popped the candy into his mouth.

The minty sweetness exploded in his mouth, making Micah smile happily, "Wow, this stuff is really good!" he cried, moving it around in his mouth, "What's it called?"

However, he didn't let the other answer, for as soon as he heard that they were headed to Mr. Berti's class anyway, his grin widened. "Awesome! So that means I don't have to get lost looking around for it anymore! That's cool that we have the same class then.. uh, so what class is it anyway?"

He blushed as he realized he was babbling again, "Eh... duh I can look at the agenda..transcript, thing... " he chuckled at himself, searching his pocket for the thing with his unoccupied hand.

He still had to throw away that tissue. Hopefully there would be trashcan in the classroom.

"Ah, found it!" he said finally, still following the dark haired boy down the hall. He glanced down the paper, looking for Mr. Berti's name, "English! Aw sweet! What do you do in English class? Like, read books and stuff?"

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The whole group around Mari quieted down as a familiar voice drifted over to them.

Lavender eyes widened as Mari realized that Olivia had actually addressed them. Willingly. The sudden, internal happiness was short lived however, as Ashley turned to sneer at the brightly clothed girl.

"I doubt anybody would want you to flirt with them, you freak." she hissed, her nose wrinkling.

Mari had glanced up to look up at Olivia, only to catch the flirtatious wink and going crimson immediately. Her eyes shot back down to her desk, her heart beating rapidly as her mind flew a hundred miles per hour. What had just happened?

Faintly, she could hear Ashley still talking, her voice going cold as she addressed the pariah of the school. It was no secret that Olivia and Ashley had been best friends since childhood, that is, until Olivia had confessed that she liked girls. It had caused an uproar amongst all the students, even those who had just started middle school back then.

"I don't even know why you even bother talking to us, right Mari?" Ashley's voice broke into her thoughts, making the lavender eyed girl look up.

"Eh?" She murmured, glancing briefly at Olivia before crumbling under Ashley's scrutinizing gaze, "R-right..."
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Post  *~MoE~* on June 24th 2009, 7:55 am

Lonan froze at the boy's question, his eyes wide.

Was he joking? Had he been home schooled all of his life? But, even if that were true, he would at least know what happened in English class... right?

Lonan's mind reeled for a moment as the shock of the moment trilled in his brain. Slowly, he calmed himself and forced his brain to accomplish its design of a short, yet thorough answer to the question.

"Yes, we sometimes read books and make reports on them. We also read poetry and study grammar, sentence structure, and vocabulary words. At the moment, we are reading Shakespeare's The Tempest. We've only just begun, and we're not even out of Act I yet, so you won't have to do much catching up.... I could help you, if you need assistance."

He hesitated, his hand hovering on the door knob. He bit his lip, thinking deeply as he considered his offer. It had slipped from his lips without putting any thought to it, and he wasn't entirely sure that he would be willing to do such a thing. After all, the boy was a perfect stranger. Still, the offer was out in the air now, and -no matter how much he may wish that he could, later- he could not grab them out of mid-air and swallow them once again.

"My name... It's Lonan," he said softly as his teeth released their fleshy prisoner. "I just realized that I hadn't even told you after all the trouble I caused by running you over and yelling at you in the hall. I'm... really sorry about that. I had no reason to snap at you."

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Olivia kept smiling as her eyes moved back to Ashley, despite the other's obvious intent to dissuade her from speaking to her. "Odd, that you have to ask for the approval of your own statements, Ash," she continued, unabashed, using her old nickname for the girl. "You used to be so much more self-confident. What happened to all of your pride?"

She stretched in a careless manner, then sighed contentedly. "You shouldn't bully others into agreeing with you. Even if you don't think that a pressured answer is an answer given unwillingly, you have to realize that not everyone thinks the way that you do."

She stood, placing her book on her desk, then she pranced over to the other girls, pleased when several of them scattered out of her way, then huddled together in apparent fear.

Olivia laughed merrily at their expense. "You all look cute scared, but I bet you'd look even better smiling. Ashley, I think I recall you looking your best when you were laughing. It's been a long time since I've heard anything other than your new, totally fake, snarky prep laugh. I miss the real one, personally."

She grinned at some girls that looked absolutely disgusted at her, but kept a safe distance regardless. "Look at you girls! You act like my homosexuality is as contagious as the plague! It'd be hilarious if it weren't so pathetic! I may flirt with you, but if it bugs you, just tell me that I'm not allowed your vagina and I'll leave you be! I'm not some freak who tries to reach into your panties when you change during P.E. class! Really!"

Olivia threw her hands up in the air in a show of exasperation. "But -PLEASE!- don't let me be the one to ruin your little delusion. After all, I'm sure that you'll all someday run into a more persistent Lesbian and you'll learn how nice a girl I really am!" She strode back over to her desk and returned to her reading as if nothing at all had transpired, only pausing to throw a wink in her direction, pleased with herself.


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Post  Admin on June 26th 2009, 3:47 am

The dark haired boy's sudden pause caused Micah to stop abruptly as well. "Eh?" he mumbled, glancing up at him curiously, and noticing the strange, wide-eyed expression on the boy's face, asked, "Something wrong?"

He didnt get an answer for that, however, but instead an answer to his other question. Micah listened eagerly as Lonan explained their English class only to feel a slight disappointment by the way his lip stuck out slightly in a pout. The blond boy would have thought that in a real school they would have done things differently, but it was just the same things he did by himself with a tutor.

At his offer, Micah smiled, "You'll help me? Cool! Um... do I need to bring my own copy of The Tempest or will the teacher give us one?" He chuckled, scratching his stomach in a laid back gesture, "Cause... I already have a copy if we don't get one... I mean, my Pops made me start reading it. Said that I should read more classics over fairytales and stuff."

Micah's smile brightened as Lonan told him his name.

"It's ok!" he assured, waving his hand in dismissal, "I was the one that fell on you, and I guess I shouldn't have broken into the roof on my first day, hehe...Oh," he seemed to remember something, and pointed a thumb at himself.

"I'm Micah. I guess that makes us friends now, yeah?"

~~~~

The class quickly quieted down when elder Mr. Berti entered. Class itself started without a single interruption. There was no introduction of the new student, not even an acknowledgement that he was there, despite the not so secret glances from the students towards the blond haired boy that had chosen to sit in one of the seats closest to the window.

Mr. Berti had simply called role in that breathy old voice as always without so much as a glance towards the new name on the roster. And as usual, he called on Mari to return the essays they had turned in earlier.

It was the only excuse that Mari had to pass by the new boy and smile shyly at him.

"Welcome to Orville Academy." she whispered, handing a paper to the person in the desk next to Micah's.
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Post  *~MoE~* on June 26th 2009, 4:54 am

Lonan examined the boy's pout, and then he realized that he had been hoping for more than just whatever it was he had been doing alone. Amusement rang through the dark-haired boy, and he snorted under his breath.

"Your father seems like a smart man. It is pretty helpful to read the old classics. It keeps you from being clueless when people make random references on them." He paused, thinking back. "No, you will not need to bring your own copy. They give us old, worn out class room sets, but you are encouraged to keep yourself a copy at home in case you miss a day, or if you'd like to review what we've already gone over."

Lonan, himself, kept a copy of almost all of the Shakespearean plays and his favorite books. He had a special room set up in his home to act as his own personal library. Of course... there were books inside that were not his but-

He cut off the thought there. He couldn't afford to think of her at school. Not yet....

Lonan almost winced at the title. Friendship might not be the best thing for someone like Lonan to be involved with....

Despite his worries, he nodded. "Yes, I suppose this does."

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Lonan had taken his seat as quietly as Micah, though he did nod at Olivia -who always sat directly behind him, no matter where he decided to sit- after she sent him a small wave and grinned brightly at him.

He glanced up at Mari as she slipped his paper onto his desk and thanked her softly -as he usually did when she handed him his papers. It was more out of habit than gratitude -it's not like she was doing this entirely willingly, after all- but she never seemed to be annoyed by it, so he had never felt a desire to force himself to remain quiet.

He glanced over his paper with an uninterested look. He'd gotten a 98 on it. That was all he really cared about. The material that he had gotten wrong seemed irrelevant, but he always looked to find what he had missed, regardless. Once he found it and the scribbled corrections, he put it away in his class notebook and promptly pressed the information to the furthest corner of his mind, where it would lay -forgotten- until he felt the need to review or refresh the topic.

Unconsciously, he glanced at the clock, almost wishing the time away. He liked English class well enough, but it was a terribly easy subject. It lacked any challenge at all, and he was ready to warm up his mind enough to be prepared for the ...activities he had planned for the afternoon and evening.


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Music flooded into her ears as Mari sat in her favorite seat in the outdoor cafeteria. The brown haired girl had curled up on a bench underneath a leaf slowly losing its leaves and had put on her headphones. It was the best way to be left alone sometimes, pretending she couldn't hear when someone greeted her.

Mari liked having time to just sit there, and not think of anything, listening to her music and staring at the dead, falling leaves from her favorite tree. Thoughts still found their way into her mind, though, filling the blank spaces and making her ponder about the boy that had just transferred.

That first period had gone without much differences besides many of the students paying more attention to Micah than to Mr. Berti. It wasn't as if the blond boy had even been distracting. He had, to Mari's amusement, started gazing out the window the moment class started with a dreamy look on his face.

For some reason, that had been endearing to Mari, that at least he didn't pretend to pay attention when he wasn't, like most of the students in the class, who would just start passing notes or whispering amongst each other.

To Mari, that small honesty was a lot. It gave her a little bit of hope for people she though dishonest. She wished she could be friends with someone like that.

"Why don't you?" a wistful voice said in her ear.

"Eh!?" Mari jumped what felt to her like a mile in the air and turned to look up at who had snuck up on her.

Micah sat down beside her on the bench, a smile on his face and a lollipop dangling from his lips. It seemed that he had finally emptied his backpack because the leather bag looked a lot less full than earlier that morning.

"Why don't you?" he repeated, his eyes moving towards hers and their gazes meeting.

Mari almost gasped at the odd, yet beautiful mixture of colors. It was like looking into a kaleidoscope with the sun directly behind it. The strange question, however, pulled her mind back.

"W-what do you mean?" she asked, confusion evident in her purple eyes as idly, she fiddled with the lacy hem of her skirt.

Micah twirled the candy in his mouth for a moment before taking it out and his smile widening. He seemed to make himself more comfortable beside her.

"The look on your face, it looked like you wanted to fly. So I was asking, why don't you, Mari?"

If the look on her face had been strange before, than it probably looked even stranger now, incredulity etched into it. Had she heard correctly? This boy, this... new kid, who suddenly knew her name, was asking her why she didn't fly?

"Um... People can't fly?" she hinted carefully, hoping that she didn't sound stupid for taking his question seriously. She didn't get the feared response, though; that the blond boy would burst out laughing at her.

Micah only smiled softly, though to her it seemed a sad sort of smile. It was as if he knew something she didn't, but he himself didn't know how to explain.

"...Guess you're right..." he chuckled finally, looking up at the falling leaves, "But... You can always dream, right?"

For some reason, the hopeful look on his face made Mari's lips witch upwards into a smile. Though her voice sounded a lot less sure than she felt in her answer, she nodded.

"Yes."

"Speak a wish into your hand and then throw it out into the wind for the angels to hear it. And on rainbow colored wings, they will come down from the sky and trees, bearing the wish you always wanted."

The oration caught Mari off guard, but she only smiled. She hadn't read that particular fairytale since she was a child.
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Post  *~MoE~* on June 29th 2009, 4:49 am

"Wow~! I haven't heard that one in a long time!," Olivia exclaimed brightly as she boldly took a seat across from the new kid, her eyes flicking briefly to Mari to assure that she wouldn't try to shoo her away. "You're a bit of a daydreamer, aren't ya -Micah, right?"

She pointed her thumb at herself. "My name's Olivia. I'm a bit of a freak, forgive me for my oddities, but I really wanted to talk to you. Hope you don't mind my butting in."

She flashed a lovely smile. "Though, personally, I'd rather my heart to fly rather than my whole being. That would make me about as happy as I could probably stand."

Her eyes sparkled. "Have you ever decided to fly, Micah? Did you succeed?"

A small snort came from behind her, and she looked back over her shoulder to see Lonan giving her a dark look. Obviously, someone wasn't in a good mood.

"Don't be silly, Olivia," Lonan said, his eyes flicking away. "People can not fly with no wings to carry them, and bones too heavy to keep us in the air."

His eyes sparked with some dark emotion. "The closest thing to flying that we will ever achieve will be to jump from the tallest of buildings and feel the air whip our faces as we fall. It would be splendorous at first, but then you would land again, and you would likely find yourself dead for the effort."

Olivia stared at him with wide eyes. "You're so bitter, Lonan...," she commented. He glanced sharply at her, his body going rigid.

"How dare you?," he demanded, his eyes narrowed. "You have no right to try and give a label to my misgivings."

"I dare to do many things, Lonan," Olivia said, her tone still bright. "It's you that decided to take offense to the truth in my statement."

Lonan hesitated, his temper growling to life. He debated on whether or not to contradict her, but he realized the truth to her comment, and chose to leave it be.

With a small, disgusted noise, Lonan turned on his heel. "I don't have time for this nonsense....," he muttered, then stormed off down the hall. He refused to even glance at Mari or Micah. He couldn't afford to get too involved with them. Olivia included, though her character was almost annoyingly charming to Lonan.
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Mari once again jumped at the sudden voice, face turning bright red in embarrassment and only calming down when she saw it was Olivia, and to her surprise, Lonan. She wondered for a brief moment if someone had deemed today as "scare the living daylights out of Mari" day, but gave the brightly haired girl a small smile. She heard Micah's bright laugh, and looked over at him only to see the blond boy smiling at Olivia.

"You're not a freak!" he protested, waving his hand at her as if to dismiss her statement, "but your hair is freaky awesome! How'd you get all those cool streaks into it?" However, at the girl's question, he paled slightly, his expression becoming forced.

He'd tried to fly...

"Look Micah, look how high you're flying!"

"Don't put me down, Papa! I'm flying!"


He looked up at the snort, and the grin on his face widened when he saw Lonan, only to become a little sheepish when the dark haired boy began speaking, and then got in an argument with Olivia.

Mari felt the frown appear on her face and glanced at Micah just in time as he did the same. To her surprise, instead of feeling embarrassed, they only shared a look, and she watched as the blond nodded and grinned at her.

"Ah! You're so depressing and grumpy!" he cried, standing up, Mari right behind him. She almost laughed as he threw himself at Lonan, throwing his arm around the boy's shoulders and grinning in his face.

"I think we should go to our next class now." she suddenly cried over Micah's voice, smiling and pointing at her watch. "It's almost time for the bell to ring, and it's best to have extra time to change, yeah?"

"Yeah! Onward to Phys Ed!"

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It must have been the blazing hot sun and the lifting dust from the track combined because Mari had never seen anyone cough so much in her life.

Micah had collapsed in the middle of their mile run. He stood there, coughing and gagging into the dirt, blond hair dirty and matted against his forehead. Nobody stopped to help him and even the teacher ignored what was happening. Mari would have run past him just like everyone else had she not seen the glistening red that fell wetly on the dust.

"Micah!" she cried, falling to his side, "What's wrong? are you OK?"

He couldn't answer. His whole body was shaking in violent spasms from the force of his coughs. His face had turned red from ragged breaths he took in and then forcefully retched out. He just nodded in her direction, making a hoarse gagging sound in the back of his throat

"Hold on, I'll get the teacher!" She lay a reassuring on Micah's thin, trembling back, and rushed to the other side of the track field.

“Coach Merrick!,” she practically screamed as she sprinted towards the P.E. teacher, “Micah’s sick. He’s coughing up blood!” at the corner of her eye she noticed Lonan sitting on the curb and staring across the field towards the coughing blond, an unreadable expression on his face. Mari chose to ignore the boy in favor of more serious matters, “He needs to go to the hospital!”
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Post  *~MoE~* on July 13th 2009, 2:10 am

Lonan hated Physical Education. He hated to run, he hated to have to dodge people as they milled about or walked. He hated the sweating and dust that came with this class.

But -most of all- he hated the coach. The man was a fumbling, awkward, imbecile with a shiny bald head, a broad, fat, jiggling torso, and short, sausage-like legs. Lonan was forced to look into those hideous, beady black eyes as they examined him over the coach's pig-like snout.

Nothing made him angrier than having to do what that sickening pile of lard told him to do.

So... naturally, he readily accepted Olivia's offer of timing her Mile Run.

She had just entered her third lap -such a fast bugger she was!- when Lonan noticed a flash of gold from the other side of the track.

He frowned and zeroed in on the color -realizing almost instantly that it was Micah in the midst of another coughing fit. The other children seemed completely oblivious -they either jumped over him or moved around his small form like he was a rock rather than a human huddled in pain.

Lonan watched in frozen helplessness as blood spilled out of Micah's mouth to puddle on the ground. Horrified, he stared at the boy, his eyes widening slightly.

Mari's voice drifted over to him from where she and the coach stood, and he could almost sense the bitter annoyance drift off the coach. "So what? The brat probably bit his tongue and swallowed some dirt. He's fine. Get back to running, volleyball girl, or your coach will have the incentive to kick you out when she returns."

An all new wave of hate for Merrick washed over Lonan, and he stood with a sharp, annoyed sound. "Fine! I'll handle it myself!," he snapped at the coach. He looked at the kid nearest to him. "You know who Olivia is, right?" The kid looked at him with wide, frightened eyes -it wasn't often that he spoke to others unprovoked- then nodded. He threw the timer at the kid. "And you can work that? Good. Olivia's on her third lap. When she passes by you, hit the stop button and tell her the time she made. Got that?" Another nod was given, then, without another word, he sprinted across the field in record time -ignoring the threats and curses thrown at his back by the coach- to reach Micah's side.

He knelt down by Micah, frowning. "Don't freak out, okay? It's just me, Lonan. I'm going to take you to the nurse."

He gently scooped up the boy -the movement surprisingly effortless- then took off in the direction of the Nurse's office. Perhaps someone in there could do something for him while they waited for an ambulance or something.

Olivia watched him run off, her eyes wide. What had just happened...?

Then something else occurred to her. There went her timer!! "Aww, man!! Will I have to do this again tomorrow?!," she exclaimed, unaware of Micah's plight.

Lonan arrived before the nurse's office, then knocked on the big white door -giving three sharp taps on its smooth surface. Normally he wouldn't give such a courteous warning, but he wasn't sure that he could twist the door knob without terribly jarring Micah....
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At that moment, Mari's whole image of the teacher dissolved in a burst of disbelief. This supposedly kind teacher who seemed to care about all his students was capable of letting one of them die. Mari found that she hated this man. She clenched her fists and spoke through clenched teeth, "But Mr. Merrick! Micah-" Mari was practically panicking, unknowing of what to do as the blond kept coughing up blood, and his coughing only seeming to get worse from where she could see. Her voice was shaking, wishing that, oh god, please let it stop. However, her prayer was answered, not by god, but by a dark haired boy.

"Lonan!" she cried, almost in relief, but still worried over the blond, because, he just wouldnt stop coughing! Sending one last glare at coach Merrick before following Lonan towards the the blond, not caring anymore that she might get in trouble. Her coach would understand.

"Oh God.. Micah!" she cried, kneeling beside the coughing boy. There was so much blood...

It felt like his lungs were on fire! Micah coughed and gasped, wheezing breaths that were only wasted as he coughed all the more. When Mari knelt beside him all he could do was nod weakly, his body shaking so much that he almost fell into the dirt. His lungs fluttered, as did his heart, and as the red passed his lips he let out a choked sob. Not like this... It was too soon! But his body didnt seem to care about how his heart felt, and continued to shake, heaving and retching as the blood from his lungs stained the floor.

Micah took a ragged breath as he felt Lonan pick him up, and clutching at the boy's shirt, tried to suppress his coughs. Iridescent eyes looked up to meet coal, and he gave a weak smile, his body trembling, before it turned back to a grimace.

"I'll... be fine," he dissolved into another attack of coughing, "Ok...maybe... not!" His coughing fit finally died down as Lonan carried him out of the field, but his body still quaked, his lungs fluttering quickly and violently in his chest.

"Do you... see them?" he whispered, his voice ragged. His head had fallen against Lonan's chest, seemingly asleep but his eyes were watching the sky hazily, almost blindly, "Theyre so pretty."
He gave a soft chuckle, at the boy's no doubt incredulous look, "One day, You'll see." He rasped, groaning at the pain that speaking brought, "butterflies will fill the sky?? but then he gave a ragged breath, his lungs moving so dangerously violent in his cheat, and he passed out.

"Oh my god.." Mari whispered, seeing the unnatural way Micah's torso had suddenly contracted, "Lonan, this is serious! We have to get him to the nurse!"

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To Mari's extreme relief, Mica was soon awake and propped up in one of the infirmary beds, a sheepish smile on his face. She had almost passed out herself when the nurse pulled out a tray of injections, and had proceeded to stab the long needles into the unconscious blond.

"What are those for!?" she'd practically shrieked, ready to cover her eyes at the sight.

"They're his medicine... his guardian brought them here in case of emergencies..." the woman had said, a dark expression on her face. "I never thought I'd have to use them so soon..."

"Really guys, sorry for the trouble." Micah's whole countenance now, was like he'd never even had the attack. He was breathing fine, and speaking normally, but still the nurse wanted to keep him there another while to make sure he was alright to go home.. Go home because by the time he got out classes would be over. Luckily the woman had let the other three stay in the room.

"It wasnt any trouble," Mari protested, sitting in the seat right beside the blond, "I mean.. you were practically dying out there... It's obvious that we would try to help, right Lonan?" It was not the first time she had spoken to the boy, but usually they never really stopped to consider each other.
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Lonan had watched the nurse shove every long needle into Micah's fair skin from his stool seat across the room. He saw every small place that a bruise would likely appear before the day was through, and felt an odd sensation shiver up his spine. He frowned, his gaze calculating as he took in all of the boy's exposed flesh.

It took so much medicine.... What did it do? Was it so weak that it must be given in such large amounts? Or was Micah in such bad health that he had to have a lot of different medicines?

Lonan lapsed into thought, his fingers pressing delicately into his lips as he reclined against the wall, peering at Micah.

"One day, You'll see. Butterflies will fill the sky."

That wasn't just an 'I'm out of it' nonsense. There was something like real belief hidden behind those words.

...What the heck was a butterfly, again?

He tried to recall them from the book of fairy tales he'd had when he was a kid, but the description eluded him. He couldn't even think of a picture....

Mari's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he looked at her, surprised. He had obviously missed something.

He reviewed the conversation quickly in his head, then nodded. "Of course," he said, his voice somewhat distant. "Just shut up and feel better, okay?"
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Micah smiled at the girl's protest, "You don't talk much do ya?...cute," The blond asked, chuckling at the dusky blush on her face.

Mari squeaked at the remark, blushing brightly and about to protest at that as well, but then quieted as she saw those strange multi-colored eyes turning to watch the quiet boy sitting at his side, Micah's face softening at the expression on Lonan's face. Mari gazed at the blond's face as he smiled, and noticing the scar on his cheekbone, frowned, wondering where he'd gotten it. Vaguely, an image of a small blind boy sitting in a tree entered her mind, smiling and laughing until other children ran up to him and started throwing rocks. Mari shook her head softly to clear thoughts. She hated it when her imagination ran wild like that.

"You don't talk much either." The blond said. He could tell the dark haired teen was thinking of something, but he didnt know what, and that scared him.

the butterflies and people began growing apart until finally they couldnt understand each other...

Micah smiled at Lonan's harsh comment, then burst out laughing, a bright sound that filled the previously quiet and forbidding infirmary walls with mirth. Micah pointed at Lonan's dark face, inappropriate or not, he couldnt stop laughing, "You..." he wheezed between laughs, "You're such a jerk!" And he collapsed in a fit of giggles as if he'd said the most wondrous joke ever.

Mari froze, eyes widened at what the blond said to Lonan, purple darting to look at the teen's reaction to what Micah had said. Nobody crossed Lonan, people too put off by his gloomy exterior even look at him wrong, and now the new kid had insulted him!
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At Micah's burst of sudden laughter, Lonan sat back a bit further on the stool, his eyes widening in surprise. The sound was... astounding. It took him completely off-guard. For some reason, Lonan had pictured Micah's laugh to be more like his cough -harsh and broken with the abuse of his throat.

But this....

This was more of a sound he'd expect from an angel as it flied happily through the skies.

Maybe an angel... maybe something else.

When Micah pointed at him, Lonan stared at him, a small frown began to tug down his lips, and his eyebrows drew down into a frown. What was so funny about him?

"You... You're such a jerk!"

Lonan went rigid, taken aback. His eyes widened as he leaned back just a bit more as he absorbed those words. A ...jerk?

What in the world...? He had done nothing to deserve such an insult. His eyes narrowed and focused on the boy's mirthful face, his frown more prominent now. So... he had just carried the boy's sick, pitiful, bleeding (sort of) self all of the way from the track to the nurse's office... and that made him a jerk?

He snorted and stood sharply -very nearly knocking down the stool in his sudden movement. He snatched up his things and slung his back pack over his shoulder.

"Idiot," he muttered darkly, casting Micah an unamused glare. He took his clothes and headed for the door, still dressed in his P.E. sweat pants. "I trust you can find your own way home, then," he snapped toward Micah. "Good day, Mari, Nurse Rowles." He shut the door in a gentle manner, despite his obviously foul mood, then he stalked away.

And to think that he had actually worried about that blathering fool....
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Post  Admin on July 13th 2009, 5:08 pm

Micah could see the tension radiating off of the boy's body, but he didnt stop laughing as Lonan stood p and walked away from him, "It must be true if even you're saying it!" And his opalescent eyes sparkled, though seeming a little sad.

"A-ah... w- Lonan, wait." Mari frowned, sending Micah a pointed look. The sad look on his face, regardless of the cheery smile plastered on, made her heart hurt. That's what her dad had looked like when he'd been in the hospital. It was a smile that was trying to comfort everyone else even though the bearer had already resigned to fate, "Micah was delirious a few minutes ago, you can't really hold him accountable for what he just said. H-he's probably still not feeling well."

The blond shook his head cheerily, "Nope, I'm pretty lucid."

Mari only sighed in defeat at the happy remark.

And then Lonan was gone, leaving Micah blinking in confusion, and turning to Mari. "What's wrong with him?" he asked curiously, "Does he have a bad sense of humor?"

Mari, also confused at the question, frowned, "Micah... you insulted him. Jerk is not something you say as a humorous thing... It's mean.."

Marble-colored eyes widened, "What!?" he cried, completely confused, "But.. I saw this girl outside the hospital... she called this boy with her a jerk, and he hugged her. It should have been funny!" He groaned, giving a small cough and scratching at his chest lightly before leaning back into the pillows. "Man... How annoying. People sure use words for weird reasons.."

The dark haired girl giggled at the look on the blond's face, but then sobered, "I think it would be best if you apologized next time you see him. Or better! I can go run after him right now and you can explain!" she cried, standing up, and before the boy could protest, she was out the door and running after Lonan.

"Lonan, Wait!"
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Post  *~MoE~* on July 13th 2009, 10:14 pm

Lonan had moved quickly after shutting the door, his strides long and swift. His anger carried him faster than he would normally go. He'd passed by several students that had scurried out of his path, their eyes wide as they watched him go.

Apparently, no one wanted to mess with Lonan when he was in a bad mood. That was all well and good with him. He wanted to get out of the school as fast as possible.

'...The nerve of that boy!,' Lonan fumed to himself. He'd shown that ungrateful brat more kindness than he had shown anyone in a long, long time. He'd helped him out twice in one day -something that was practically unheard of from the gloomy dark-haired boy.

And that was the thanks that he'd received?

Lonan was so angry that he was surprised that steam wasn't billowing out of his ears.

He had just reached the last exit and placed his hand on the door handle -his freedom just on the other side- when he heard Mari's voice telling him to wait up.

He ground his teeth together. He was this close... he could just throw open the door and escape. He could throw himself out of there and dash down the stairs. He could vanish before she even arrived.

...But that would make him seem like a coward.

Grinding his teeth, he turned slightly to watch Mari's approach, his expression unwelcoming and dark. "What do you want, Mari?," he demanded grumpily, eager to get away from her.
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Post  Admin on February 22nd 2010, 8:18 am

Mari almost let out a small "eep" as Lonan turned back to look at her. The girls withdrawal back into her usual shyness was instant. Small shoulders drew up, like a turtle's shell, he arms folded around herself as if a shield, and her eyes shot away from Lonan's nervously.

"I just.. w-well..." she began, turning crimson as the words refused to flow smoothly from her lips. It was almost painful to watch her. What with the way she twitched, and blushed, and tried to stammer out what she needed to say to the dark haired boy before her. "Micah... He says he's sorry!" she finally squeaked, biting her lip at the lie.

God, why was she so shy? There hadn't been a problem speaking properly when Micah was there! But then again, that should have been the strange thing, shouldn't it? She always stuttered, or spoke too quietly when asked to give her opinion, or speak up by herself, and now, in front of Lonan of all people! There was no way she would be able to say all she needed to without stumbling over her own tongue!

"Please. He's a good guy," she pleaded, even though she had only known the blond for a day. Just why in the world was she so worried about these two anyway? It wasn't like Lonan not liking Micah would affect her in any way. But... She didn't like the look on Micah's face when Lonan had walked out. At least if she got the dark haired boy to go back so Micah could apologize... then she could leave all that alone. Just to see that nice smile again...

"Just go back so he can explain?"
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Post  *~MoE~* on March 16th 2010, 5:07 am

Lonan felt an odd sense of satisfaction at the cringe of fear that Mari let slip onto her face. Some deep, dark place within his being chuckled darkly at the prospect of her fear. Her hesitation in words only seemed to thicken the feeling, and he leaned menacingly over her, his dark eyes glittering with cool fervor.

"No," he snapped just before she finished speaking, his voice dark, velvety danger. "I spent my morning watching after the new brat while he hacked up a portion of his lung in the hallway. I led him to class and I stayed nearby in case he were to have problems with other students. I watched over him at PE and carried his sick hide to the nurse when he was spitting up blood, and this is the way that the little leech thanks me?

"No! I most certainly will not return to that room and waste still more of my free time on his ungrateful hide. He can stay in there and rot, and if you wish to join him, that's your choice. Good day, Mari."

Lonan resisted an urge he had to spit at her feet and turned, the edge of a hollow smile on his face. He promptly stormed out of the school and vanished into the crowd of students fleeing into freedom. He had work to do today, and information to dig up tonight. There simply wasn't any more time to be wasted on Micah.... No time at all.

He did not look back as the school disappeared behind him.
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Post  Admin on March 18th 2010, 9:18 pm

Over the following week, Micah continued being uncommonly cheerful. So much so that it started becoming annoying to the rest of class, especially during his now trademark outbursts about butterflies and how the mythical creatures would soon come back.

"He's an idiot," they started muttering behind his back.

"Crazy is more like it."

But either Micah didn't notice the insults, or he didn't care. He was too busy following Lonan around. In fact, the blond had every single one of his classes, not giving the black haired boy any reprieve from the cheerful Micah. And though lonan did his best to ignore him, it didnt seem to faze the hyper boy one bit.

But just because Micah was trying to befriend the gloomy Lonan, also didn't mean he spent all his time around him. It just seemed that way. He had started hanging around Mari, despite the dirty looks thrown his way by a few girls in her group, and also Olivia. Like Micah by himself wasn't hyper enough, meeting with Olivia, or as he had started calling her, Livvy, it was like reuniting long lost twins.

The whole week had, it seemed, turned against lonan in effort to annoy him endlessly.

(Couldn't just jump straight to the library scene sice it would be choppy. Wondering if u coul write in how lonan has been been trying to avoid micah, and how he finally has some peace at the library. Micah, of course, is gonna bother him lol)
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