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Whistle
Written on: Monday, November 9, 2009
Time: 8:59 AM
AN: This was inspired from a small drabble guide thingy :)
Whistle
Matt’s eyes snapped open. In the dark night he swore he could hear something out there that sounds a lot like whistling. He scrambled out of the covers, and fell down with a loud ‘thump’. He glanced at the bed across the room, where his roommate, Virgil, was sleeping soundly. Although it looked like he was going to wake up, seeing as how he started to stir in his sleep.
The thirteen year old decided it was better to sit still than tackle the blond boy to the ground and scream bloody murder. So he sat still, waiting for him to open his eyes. And indeed, in a second Virgil’s green eyes were opened wide. Probably seeing Matt sitting on the floor with his sheets tangled around him, and he was in his boxers was strange. He quickly recovered from the shock and got down, helping the other boy on his feet.
“What happened?” Virgil asked as he eyed the brunet carefully. Matt shook his head and gripped his shoulders tightly, “I heard something.” He said as he released his death grip and flunked down to his bed, quickly gripping the sheets tightly. “It sounded a lot like whistling.”
“Who in their right mind would whistle at this time?” Virgil asked incredulously. The only response he got was a shrug and a soft groan as a whistling could be heard from the distance.
“Calm down, it’s probably just some kid who has insomnia,” Virgil cocked his head slightly. “You’re not scared, are you?” Matt glared at him as he rubbed the sore spots on his leg. “It just bothers me, that’s all. You know I’m a light sleeper.”
Virgil snorted as he turned and sat back on his bed. “Then go back to sleep. Use a pillow or something, I don’t know. I need my beauty sleep and I don’t need you to ruin it for me.” He said as he turned and closed his eyes, falling asleep in mere seconds.
Matt stared at the now sleeping boy, and closed his eyes, trying to fall into deep slumber. But-
“Give me attention, I need it now…”
He froze. First it was whistling, now singing? He recognized it as a female voice. Soft and pure. He sank back into his bed as he continued to listen. While on the other hand he kept trying to match the voice with some of the girls that he knew in the orphanage.
‘Hannah? Too whiny. Jane? Too slow. Paige? Too loud. Naomi?...’ he thought endlessly as he heard the mysterious girl singing somewhere. ‘Perhaps not too far, probably across the hall or something.’
“I’m making pictures where the lines overlap,” Suddenly his eyes widen in realization. “Where the lines overlap.” And he scrambled quickly as he got up and ran out to the hallway.
There was one word in his mind. One name. Of a person he wasn’t exactly fond of either.
Ivy.
And right now he was face to face with his famous rival, who didn’t seem to look flustered at all, being caught singing in the middle of the night wearing a thin nightgown by a boy in boxers who apparently despised her.
The corners of her lips curved slightly in a smile as she threw back her mahogany hair and stared at the other boy.
“Matthew.”
“Ivy.”
He glared at the other girl as she brushed the wrinkles off her nightgown, which exposed her pale thighs slightly. He frowned and coughed a bit before putting on his famous evil smirk.
“Nice singing.” He said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Thank you. And perhaps I should say the same to your boxers. Black, how colorful.” Ivy said in a monotone voice.
He twitched wordlessly before feeling his back pocket for some mint bubblegum. Oh wait, ‘I’m in boxers, dammit!’ he cursed in his head as he groaned audibly.
“What’s wrong? Is there’s something you were looking for?”
He shook his head as he ran his fingers through his brown hair. He really wanted to go back to his room, and sleep. But he won’t give this bimbo the satisfaction of getting the last say.
“Apparently yes. I was looking for a girl who’d play tonsil hockey with me, but you had to interrupt with that stupid whistling and singing you were doing.”
A small blush crept upon the girl’s pale cheeks as she heard his innuendos. Matt chuckled lightly at the sight, hoping to relish it every time she gets to him. ‘Mattman, 1. Poison Ivy, 0.’
“Why’d you have to stay awake anyway? Look, whatever happened, I don’t want to talk about it. All I want is for you to shut the hell up and get some sleep.”
He turned to his room. As his slender fingers touched the doorknob, a small, quiet voice broke the silence.
“I had a,” she hesitated before she continued. “Dream. About you and Virgil fighting.”
He swiftly turned and moved forward to the girl, who was now finding the buttons on her nightgown interesting all of the sudden.
He brushed away a strand of his hair off his face as he leaned in slightly.
“Why would something so goddamned stupid like me and Verge fighting could make you worry so much?” he breathed in her ears, making her shiver.
He stood away, as he looked at her with wide eyes. And she stared back at him in a ‘are you serious?’ kind of way. She was surprised of course, first he was warming up on her, now he was wide eyed with curiosity and tinge of anger?
“Do you or do you not have a crush on Virgil?” he asked in a stern voice, like a teacher reprimanding his student to stop slacking his work.
“No.” she answered coldly. And he looked relieved for a moment.
“So why was us fighting had you stayed awake? It’s three AM for God’s sake!”
She seemed uncomfortable for a second before looking up at him.
“You were fighting over me.”
And suddenly, time freezes. And there was nothing more than a glaring contest between the two rivals.
“Us? Fighting over you?” he choked back in disbelief. She nodded reluctantly before looking away, brushing her hair lightly.
Once again, he coughed uncomfortably before glaring at the young girl. How, how dare she?! That little twerp’s gonna pay, he thought angrily. He began plotting his ‘evil’ plan to get back at her. No one will have their last word with him. No one. Not even his best friend.
“Matt? Are you alright?”
He blinked as he felt uncomfortable under the gaze of her blue eyes, which looked a lot like a stormy sky; he made a mental note to himself.
“I’m fine.” As she opened her mouth to say something else, he snapped “I don’t want to hear any of it. You can continue your damn whistling for all I care.”
The last thing he saw was her looking at him oddly before he turned away and shut the door behind him. Taking a glance at his slumbering best friend, he collapsed in bed and let sleep take over, while praying the incident was just a dream.
The morning after, he was convinced that it was all a dream, and even forced Virgil to shut up when he tried to bring up the subject. But knowing his mischievous friend, he probably would never hear the end of it.Labels: original work
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Whistle
Written on: Monday, November 9, 2009
Time: 8:59 AM
AN: This was inspired from a small drabble guide thingy :)
Whistle
Matt’s eyes snapped open. In the dark night he swore he could hear something out there that sounds a lot like whistling. He scrambled out of the covers, and fell down with a loud ‘thump’. He glanced at the bed across the room, where his roommate, Virgil, was sleeping soundly. Although it looked like he was going to wake up, seeing as how he started to stir in his sleep.
The thirteen year old decided it was better to sit still than tackle the blond boy to the ground and scream bloody murder. So he sat still, waiting for him to open his eyes. And indeed, in a second Virgil’s green eyes were opened wide. Probably seeing Matt sitting on the floor with his sheets tangled around him, and he was in his boxers was strange. He quickly recovered from the shock and got down, helping the other boy on his feet.
“What happened?” Virgil asked as he eyed the brunet carefully. Matt shook his head and gripped his shoulders tightly, “I heard something.” He said as he released his death grip and flunked down to his bed, quickly gripping the sheets tightly. “It sounded a lot like whistling.”
“Who in their right mind would whistle at this time?” Virgil asked incredulously. The only response he got was a shrug and a soft groan as a whistling could be heard from the distance.
“Calm down, it’s probably just some kid who has insomnia,” Virgil cocked his head slightly. “You’re not scared, are you?” Matt glared at him as he rubbed the sore spots on his leg. “It just bothers me, that’s all. You know I’m a light sleeper.”
Virgil snorted as he turned and sat back on his bed. “Then go back to sleep. Use a pillow or something, I don’t know. I need my beauty sleep and I don’t need you to ruin it for me.” He said as he turned and closed his eyes, falling asleep in mere seconds.
Matt stared at the now sleeping boy, and closed his eyes, trying to fall into deep slumber. But-
“Give me attention, I need it now…”
He froze. First it was whistling, now singing? He recognized it as a female voice. Soft and pure. He sank back into his bed as he continued to listen. While on the other hand he kept trying to match the voice with some of the girls that he knew in the orphanage.
‘Hannah? Too whiny. Jane? Too slow. Paige? Too loud. Naomi?...’ he thought endlessly as he heard the mysterious girl singing somewhere. ‘Perhaps not too far, probably across the hall or something.’
“I’m making pictures where the lines overlap,” Suddenly his eyes widen in realization. “Where the lines overlap.” And he scrambled quickly as he got up and ran out to the hallway.
There was one word in his mind. One name. Of a person he wasn’t exactly fond of either.
Ivy.
And right now he was face to face with his famous rival, who didn’t seem to look flustered at all, being caught singing in the middle of the night wearing a thin nightgown by a boy in boxers who apparently despised her.
The corners of her lips curved slightly in a smile as she threw back her mahogany hair and stared at the other boy.
“Matthew.”
“Ivy.”
He glared at the other girl as she brushed the wrinkles off her nightgown, which exposed her pale thighs slightly. He frowned and coughed a bit before putting on his famous evil smirk.
“Nice singing.” He said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Thank you. And perhaps I should say the same to your boxers. Black, how colorful.” Ivy said in a monotone voice.
He twitched wordlessly before feeling his back pocket for some mint bubblegum. Oh wait, ‘I’m in boxers, dammit!’ he cursed in his head as he groaned audibly.
“What’s wrong? Is there’s something you were looking for?”
He shook his head as he ran his fingers through his brown hair. He really wanted to go back to his room, and sleep. But he won’t give this bimbo the satisfaction of getting the last say.
“Apparently yes. I was looking for a girl who’d play tonsil hockey with me, but you had to interrupt with that stupid whistling and singing you were doing.”
A small blush crept upon the girl’s pale cheeks as she heard his innuendos. Matt chuckled lightly at the sight, hoping to relish it every time she gets to him. ‘Mattman, 1. Poison Ivy, 0.’
“Why’d you have to stay awake anyway? Look, whatever happened, I don’t want to talk about it. All I want is for you to shut the hell up and get some sleep.”
He turned to his room. As his slender fingers touched the doorknob, a small, quiet voice broke the silence.
“I had a,” she hesitated before she continued. “Dream. About you and Virgil fighting.”
He swiftly turned and moved forward to the girl, who was now finding the buttons on her nightgown interesting all of the sudden.
He brushed away a strand of his hair off his face as he leaned in slightly.
“Why would something so goddamned stupid like me and Verge fighting could make you worry so much?” he breathed in her ears, making her shiver.
He stood away, as he looked at her with wide eyes. And she stared back at him in a ‘are you serious?’ kind of way. She was surprised of course, first he was warming up on her, now he was wide eyed with curiosity and tinge of anger?
“Do you or do you not have a crush on Virgil?” he asked in a stern voice, like a teacher reprimanding his student to stop slacking his work.
“No.” she answered coldly. And he looked relieved for a moment.
“So why was us fighting had you stayed awake? It’s three AM for God’s sake!”
She seemed uncomfortable for a second before looking up at him.
“You were fighting over me.”
And suddenly, time freezes. And there was nothing more than a glaring contest between the two rivals.
“Us? Fighting over you?” he choked back in disbelief. She nodded reluctantly before looking away, brushing her hair lightly.
Once again, he coughed uncomfortably before glaring at the young girl. How, how dare she?! That little twerp’s gonna pay, he thought angrily. He began plotting his ‘evil’ plan to get back at her. No one will have their last word with him. No one. Not even his best friend.
“Matt? Are you alright?”
He blinked as he felt uncomfortable under the gaze of her blue eyes, which looked a lot like a stormy sky; he made a mental note to himself.
“I’m fine.” As she opened her mouth to say something else, he snapped “I don’t want to hear any of it. You can continue your damn whistling for all I care.”
The last thing he saw was her looking at him oddly before he turned away and shut the door behind him. Taking a glance at his slumbering best friend, he collapsed in bed and let sleep take over, while praying the incident was just a dream.
The morning after, he was convinced that it was all a dream, and even forced Virgil to shut up when he tried to bring up the subject. But knowing his mischievous friend, he probably would never hear the end of it.Labels: original work
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So the name's Tian. Not really my name but you can call me that. Still a young person with wild imaginations; perhaps you'll see more of it. If you live to see the chance.
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