Slow going, but I'm getting there. LOLBIC:
*ALEX*
Anyone ever had that dream where you're standing naked in the middle of the street, and no one even notices, but you feel so embarrassed that you wake up ready to pee in your pajamas? Remember how your heart just literally JOLTED when you shot up out of bed after having that dream? That's how it feels when you have someone who practices magic just touch your shoulder on a plane and wake you up suddenly. Trust me. It's a real kick in the head.
College had supposed to have been an adventure. The whole keggers and parties lifestyle. Kind of hard for the brainy type to adjust to. Especially since I seemed to excell so much more quickly than the others in my school. It didn't make me big headed or egotistical; I just liked what I did and paid attention. But man...did it seemed to get the jocks pissed. The only one who seemed to get me and my mentality at all was Willow. She wasn't exactly much of the party girl type either. She liked to go and hang out, but not strung out on beer bongs and sliding naked across slip and slides in the middle of frat houses. That's what I loved about her; she and I both were not only intelligent, both studious, but she was a loving and caring person, dedicated to what she believed, and not the type to go wild and crazy at the same time. Very few in the world that were like that.
Except the whole "I kill vampire" things was a bit off. Now that was a bit of a shock, he had to admit. Okay. Shock wasn't the word. Ready to faint if Willow hadn't shocked me awake like she had on the plane was a better phrase.
As Willow spoke after we'd gotten off of the plane, fingers laced through mine, I smiled, kissing her on the cheek as I leaned against her. "I've told you, they won't care a bit. Dad will probably be staring at me in shock more than he will you. "Alex...he brought home a woman! Oh my...this is...oh my!" I swear, you'll need to revive him." Grinning, I squeeze her hand. "There's no way I'm letting you out of my sight, so you'll just have to deal with it."
*Michael*
Shift was finally over. I'm beginning to get tired of smelling like Will Smith's and Fries all stinkin' day. Been doing this for years now, and it's getting annoying as hell. At least my art was finaly beginning to take off. That was a bonus that I could live with.
Walking into the apartment, I toss my apron aside along with my keys haphazardly, not caring where they land at the moment. This apartment wasn't the same one that I had when we were all in high school...the one that I had gotten after I was free of that psycho jerk that was "taking care of me," for a time. I had managed to actually sell enough of my artwork to get a small foothold in a better life, a bit of a better apartment, a bit larger and in better condition. But I still had to keep working at the Crashdown until the art business became a stable life. It just wouldn't work otherwise. You can't eat paintings.
Crashing down on the couch, I sigh, closing my eyes and trying to rest a moment, wondering where Isabel was. I wasn't expecting her to be around for hours, but still...I just wanted to see her. I almost laughed at the way that it came out, even though I shouldn't. She was my girl now. But that was what was so funny. We have been close growing up. Close like brother and sister. And now...now we were....Whoa. It was just different. Very different. A kind of different that I couldn't understand, and I doubt that she did either. Even thinking about it was bringing a sly smile to my face.
Okay, that's it. I had to call her.
Reaching for the phone, I dialed her cell number and waited. She kept it with her most of the time. She had to be around. I just had to know when she was gonna be around.
Weird. I was never so interested in when Maria was gonna be around...
