Little Ray of Sunshine

A/N: Hahaha. Ha. Ha. I just spent the last two days puking my guts out. :] Why?

I’m pregnant. T_T;









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LOL HAHAHAHA. HA. Ha. No. =_= Anyway. A virus is going around, the whole house caught it. Mom, sisters, dad… even the poor baby. :/ The neuralsomethingblahsomethingin virus. Uh… yeah. That.

HAY THURR KIDS I’MA BE A DOCTOR WHEN I GROW UP. :B



So yeah. Semi-late update? Idk. I don’t remember when I posted the last chapter.

I didn’t even realize we were on chapter 10 by now-- … My cat is puking. D:

DON’T YOU JUST LOVE LONG, POINTLESS STORIES THAT GO NOWHERE AND EVERYWHERE AT ONCE!?!?

I know I do, oh yes num num.



Uhhh. Yay medicine for sickness? Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh.



Annnnnnyway. Your reviews make me giggle. While I read them I start thinking about what to do in the next chapter. You’re all practically begging for some JulesxColby lovin’. I am, too. WHY DON’T THEY DO IT ALREADY!?

Oh wait, I’m the author, shouldn’t I know?

Pffffffffffffffffffffffft.



Personal note: I fucking hate 4Chan. I don’t know why I put it in there.

YAY FOR NOT BEING SOBER.

Wtf, my iPod just decided to hook up to my computer. FUCK YOU I WANTED SEXY TIME MUSIC—aha, that’s right, obey me.





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Heat. Condensation. Droplets of sweat cascaded down lightly tanned skin, pooling in the crevices of muscle before sliding down to the sheets beneath. Hands skimmed over toned planes, fingernails scraping slightly; a hiss of pleasure sucked in between perfectly plump lips, a slick muscle wetting the flesh and eliciting a moan. Rocking, a sweet tandem that two bodies participate in, complementing each other – sweet nippings and caresses, eager hands returning gestures so intimate.



A pant, a sharp inhale. So deep, astonished and enraptured… no words spoken, the concentration on the feelings of skin meeting skin entirely focused on the other. Limbs entangled, sweat mingling, breath becoming one.



A head drops back, exposing tender spots; lips taking the advantage as the fervor increases, the air a cold breeze upon backs as the movements rock like liquid silk, back and forth like the waves of the ocean.



I bite my lip as his arms tighten around my body, his arousal hitting the sweetest spot inside of my body. A shocked gasp, his lips claim mine before I can speak any more, even say the name of my mystery lover… the darkness shrouds all but his lips, the lips that haunt me. More rocking, more squeezing, our breaths finally increasing as the peak is hit.



And then darkness consumes me.



Smoke…? Fire. Fire, there’s a fire, everyone get out! The smog is burning at my eyes, making them water, the gasps I take only filling my lungs with the rancid air. Something dank is mixed in with the smog, I don’t want to think about what it could be. I can hear screams as my tiny hands work to rip apart the rubble around me. I have to save them, they can’t die like this. Slivers are digging into my palms, but I ignore the pain and keep going. I’m not sure how much my body can take, my lungs feel like they’re on fire and I can barely see – but I can hear them.



“Help!”



“Someone, please!”



“Jiro!”



I cry out in response, “Baa-chan!” They know I’m coming. I can hear their desperate sobs, I can hear them stumbling and moving debris out of their way.



I can see a small, bloody hand reaching out for me beneath a pile. I reach out for it, our fingers barely brushing – before I’m swept away by powerful arms, a shrill cry of agony leaving my throat.



“No! Gramma! Tsukasa!”



The arms pull me further and further away, I fight against them but how can I win? More screams. Mine are mingling with theirs. Blood spews from my lips and drops on the bright yellow sleeve of the man carrying me, and soon my tears mix with the crimson liquid.



The screams die down, and eventually there’s nothing. Nothing but the crackling of the fire, the smoke rising from the top of the building. I feel so small in that moment, standing numbly next to the fire truck while the medics rush to heal my wounds.



How could they…? Everyone… everyone is in there… Gramma, Tsukasa, Nori… all of the children, how can you just let them suffer!?



I scream and kick, my little legs almost refusing to work out of sheer tiredness. The roof of the church collapses and I scream louder, covering my ears and squeezing my eyes shut as I huddle into a ball on the cement, rocking back and forth. Everyone’s gone. How… why? God is supposed to be protecting us, sheltering us from all of the evil!



I feel hands on me. I shriek like a cornered, injured animal and scuttle away from them, falling onto my rear. I ignore the pain that shoots up my spine, the sharp stinging of the slivers in my palms that are now connecting with the loose gravel of the road.



I’m shaking my head. It’s making me nauseous. But I’m still shaking it. My body is trembling like a leaf in a breeze, tears are streaking and soaking my face. Blood is still dripping from my lips and my nose.



Everyone…



Everyone is gone.







I gasp and shoot up from laying down, my heart pounding and my eyes scanning around the room. The faint smell of smoke that’s permanently emblazoned in my nose is fading, but I’m shaking violently.



That dream…



I grunt and rip off the shirt I was sleeping in, tossing it to the floor and scooted myself back to the corner where my bed meets the wall. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms tightly around them, taking in shuddery breaths and closing my eyes. Rocking slightly, I tried to occupy my mind with something else. Like the beginning of the dream. That part should always be a hint, I should try to wake myself up… but me, I’m so fucking greedy, right? I crave that pleasure that the mystery man brings me…



Hah. This is so fucking retarded. I chuckle a bit to myself, my sanity slowly returning to me. The room is dark, the blinds drawn. Which is odd because I usually never shut them… ah, I went to bed early last night and the sun was setting. Fucking bright.



Running my fingers through my hair, I moved to the edge of my bed and toed into my slippers.



It’s been so long since I had that dream, I almost forgot that any of it had ever happened. It’s the only reminder of my previous life. I wipe my nose subconsciously, as if the blood is still dripping from it, as I make my way to the shower. I yawn and cover my mouth, glancing at the clock in the hallway.



4:37 am.



Hm… I guess I could get up now. I meandered into the bathroom and pulled off my boxers, tossing them into the hamper as I turned on the water as hot as it can go. I like my showers to turn my skin red. I always have, now that I’m actually able to have a choice to temperature. When you’ve been taking nothing but cold showers for your whole life, no one can blame you for being a bit greedy.



Stepping into the tub and drawing the curtain, I dampen my hair and wash it quickly, running the suds over my body to get what felt like dirt and ash off of my skin. My hands are a bit shaky. I pull the tap and turn off the shower head, instead filling the bath tub with water. It’s a habit, cleaning myself off first before filling up the tub.



Grabbing the body wash, I dully washed myself and started to relax. My body was still a bit tense, but I should be used to this, right? There’s no way that someone can just… get rid of memories like that. It’s impossible. I shouldn’t have been so ignorant to think that they would just disappear.



But I’m hoping they will, eventually.



Sighing, I pulled back the fish-print curtain and reach for the phone, picking it up and dialing the number I knew by heart. After a few rings, a groggy voice answered.



“Nhh… hello?”



“Hey.” Just hearing his voice makes me feel better, and I instantly feel elated.



I heard shuffling from the other line – probably checking the time – and then a groan. “Jules… it’s not even 5 am.”



“I know…” I feel guilty for waking Colby up at this hour, but I needed to hear his voice. “Do… do you think you can come over until we go to school?” It’s a subtle way of me asking him to come and lay in bed with me for a few hours.



There’s a brief pause; I know he’s not contemplating, he’d come over no matter what, so he was probably waking himself up by rubbing his eyes and sitting up. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a second.”



I smiled and thanked him, then hung up the phone. Pulling up the drain, I grabbed a towel and dried myself, tugging on my boxers and using the towel to ruffle my hair and at least get it to stop dripping. A few short moments later the front door opened and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and I dropped the towel in the hamper and opened the door to greet my friend.



Darkness. I can’t see a thing – smoke is starting to fill my lungs again. I gasp sharply and one hand goes to my chest over my heart, the other grabbing the door frame to keep me steady. Bright yellow… it comes towards me. I shake my head and stumble backwards into the bathroom, running into the sink and closing my eyes. I can hear myself choking on the smoke, the sirens in the distance.



“Julian.”



I open my eyes and Colby is standing in the door way of the bathroom, looking a bit apprehensive. I glance around with wide eyes, before I slump and chuckle to myself.



God. I’m such a fucking idiot.



Colby reached out and pulled me into his embrace, and I melted into it. He’s such an amazing friend. I’m so lucky to have him… we made our way to my bed, laying down in it and snuggling under the covers, my body attached to his side as I pillowed my head on his shoulder. It’s a common occurrence, him coming over to ease me from my nightmares. It’s a damn good thing he lives practically next door.



I don’t know what kind of a person I’d be without this kid.



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The rest of the day I was a little off-beat. I didn’t talk much, but no one really bothered to ask if anything was wrong. Colby texted me every 10 minutes, just to check up on me. Make sure I was still alive or something. By the time lunch rolled around I was sitting at the table, my head resting on the surface, my hair in my face and sprawled ungracefully. I didn’t have the passion to do anything to it this morning, so it was wavy and messy and generally in the way. The seats on either side of me stayed unoccupied, and the geeks gave me some nervous glances before deciding that I wasn’t gonna talk, so they went on with their business.



A tap on my shoulder made me look up, and I was face-to-face with Jason. A small smile formed on my features and I rubbed my eyes, sitting up straight and stretching a bit.



“Hey,” I said, and he smiled warmly at me.



“Hey yourself. You okay?” He asked, sitting down next to me.



I shrugged, “Didn’t sleep too well.” I reached over to Greg and took a few tater tots, popping them into my mouth. I haven’t eaten anything all day… save for a banana that morning for breakfast, which Colby practically shoved down my throat.



“Aw. Poor baby.” Jason smiled and reached out, running his fingers through my hair. “Hungry? I can get you something to eat if you want.”



“Mhh… nah, I think I’ll wait until after school to grab something.” I nodded. If I ate now I’d probably just throw it back up. Those tater tots were already churning in my stomach.



“All right.” He smiled and went on to say something else, but was rudely interrupted by a shrill voice.



“That one right there mommy!”



I winced at the voice, and I turned to see Oompa Loompa and the Missus heading towards us; I groaned. I don’t need your preppy issues today, Britney.



“This is the one that ripped my hair and ruined it~!” Oompa Loompa crossed her arms over her relatively flat chest – did she stop stuffing? – and cocked her hip to one side, tapping her fist.



Her mom was a clone of her. Or maybe it’s the other way around. They were identical, but the mom is a natural brunette. Miss Willy Wonka. Creator of Oompa Loompa.



“Can I help you?” I ask, swiveling on my seat to face the crazy pair, Oompa Loompa pointing a (badly) manicured nail at me.



“He ruined my life!”



I stared. “You ruined your own life.”



Miss Willy Wonka had a professional air about her as she spoke. “I could easily have you arrested for assault, young man.”



“I could have you arrested for being a pedophile,” I said off-handedly. Miss Wonka stared for a second, before she cleared her throat and continued.



“Apologize to my daughter for ruining her hair.”



I stared blankly. “I didn’t ruin her hair. I made it better. That wig has better follicles than her natural hair. Now she can start over again.~” Meaning that since she shaved her head, she can re-grow her hair. See? It was all for a good cause. I was helping her. Can no one see the righteousness of my deeds?



Miss Wonka’s eyes narrowed. I think she’s had rhinoplasty done. And maybe her make-up is tattooed on.



“Being a smart ass will not help your situation, Mister Nielson.”



I scrunched up my nose and stood – I was shorter than both Oompa Loompa and her mom – and crossed my arms over my chest.



“I’m merely telling the truth, Wonka Lady. It’s Britney’s fault that she can’t be au naturale.”



The mom looked utterly confused as to my reference of them, but ignored it. “My daughter can do what she wants with her body.”



Oompa Loompa huffed. “My name is Heather.”



“Britney’s messed up. Put her on some meds or something. Go on Dr. Phil.”



“HEATHER.”



The mom was unperturbed. “We’ll be going to court so you can pay for your horrible act against my daughter!”



I shrugged and inspected my beautiful nails, before I glanced up at Miss Willy. “Say, is that your natural hair color?”



She blinked and paused, feeling the ends of her hair idly. “Er… well, no…”



I reached up and grabbed her bangs, yanking on them. Off came the wig, her red hair underneath pinned up and concealed with a hairnet. I grabbed Oompa Loompa’s (blonde) wig and switched them, then tapped my chin.



“Hm… nah.” I switched them again and nodded. “The brown makes Britney’s skin look less orange.~”



Miss Wonka was horrified, and Britney looked like she was about to cry. I reached forward and poked the mom’s right boob, the silicone beneath the material jiggling and wiggling around, making a faint sloshing noise. “Hm… that doesn’t sound healthy.~”



I grabbed one of Karl’s many pencils and stabbed both breasts of Miss Willy, the front of her blouse dampening considerably as she shrieked and ran out of the lunch room, looking like she was about to jump off of a building. Maybe she should.



Britney gawked and cried out “MOMMY!” before running after her distressed mother, both of them leaving the lunch room. Hardly anyone was paying attention, save for Jason and my lunch table, and when I turned around and sat down, I glanced up at Jason with a sweet smile.



“Now that I think of it… a sub sandwich sounds mighty delicious right about now.~”



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After school, Colby and I met in our usual spot. I was munching on a Twix bar and he was talking on his phone to… someone. He hung up as soon as I reached him, and gave me a weird grin as he pulled me into his arms and proceeded to give me a noogie.



“COLBY. AUGH.”



He let go and laughed, shaking his head. “I heard about what happened at lunch today.”



I shrugged. “Soon the whole Chocolate Factory will be here to sue me or something.”



“You know, you’re really gonna get into trouble one of these days.”



I grinned sweetly, “You kidding me? I can talk my way out of anything.~”



Colby gave a blank stare. “… That’s because no one ever knows what you’re talking about, so they generally give up.”



Hm, does that mean that Britney and Willy don’t understand my Factory reference? Maybe if I dumped a load of Golden Tickets on their porch they’d understand…



I wiped the side of my nose and gave a peace sign, making Colby roll his eyes and return the gesture.



“I’m gonna head home, though. Make an appointment with my shrink – ‘cause you know. He’s helpful and whatnot.” I rolled my eyes.



“If he puts you on any more medication, you could sue him for attempted homicide.” Colby grinned and I laughed a bit, shaking my head.



“I guess I could. But… it’s much more fun to sit in his pretty office and stare out of the window while he talks to me.” I nodded. My doctor was retarded, I don’t even know how he got his PH.D in whateverthefuck he does.



I never even talk while I’m there. I think I’ve said a total of five sentences to him… each sentence usually gets me two different drugs for something or other. Ah well.



Speaking of drugs, I should really sell the ones that I don’t use. I could make bank.



“Plus, I gotta work today.” I rolled my eyes. “Somehow they’re short on employees.”



“That’s stupid, they always have like, five extra.” Colby said, frowning a bit.



“I know, right? Feh. Talk to you later.~” I waved and he waved back, smiling lightly as I made my way out to the truck.



So far, so good.



Now I just gotta stomach through work.





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A/N: Next chapter we’re gonna see what it’s like to work at Hollister. :] YEEEEEE.



Uuhhhhhhhhh. A glance into Julian’s past!? :O

Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

I’m starving. I want Subway.

I HAS NO MONIES. ;_;



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One of these chaps, I\'ll put in the names of all the bands that I steal lyrics from for the chapters of my stories.

Maybe. Idk. THE ONES THAT CAN FIGURE THEM OUT GET KUDOSSSSSS.

Not the candy bar. ICK. Is it even candy, or is it healthy? Idk I don\'t eat \'bars\' of anything. o.o;



AND NO ONE CAN GET COLBY AND JULIAN\'S SECRET HANDSHAKE/GESTURE THING!?

I\'m so sad. We\'ll all have movie night some day. :]







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