Little Ray of Sunshine

A/N: Good job kids! The ones that reviewed got brownies. 8D And I think I’ll give Lexiie a lap dance, just ‘cause. :D



Todayyyyyyyyyyyyy was a bit uneventful I guess. Pretty! I was at the arcade and hung out with some friends, then hit on a couple of good looking peeps, and then saw Iron Man. Yeah, a WEEK AFTER IT CAME OUT OOOHUHUHUHU T^T But it was freaking awesome and inspired another story that I wrote the first chapter of…. e_e; I shouldn’t have, I know, I can’t keep up with 2 stories at once, which is why I wrote out the first chapter and WILL NOT UPDATE UNTIL THIS IS FINISHED (but I most likely will anyway ;o;).



Which may be never cuz you know, JULIAN DOESN’T DIE.

Phoenix Down ftwwwww.





Gushing about my awesomeness is encouraged. Please, feed my ego.

And my darling Diz, the people who dislike Julian, are the people who were jealous of the Julian at their high school. :] OH BURN.



Lala, chapter 12 already, it’s time for… SEIZURE DANCE! *seizures. Not much dancing*

BTW, for those of you asking “OMG WUT IS THE MAIN PAIRING/COUPLE!?” I don’t even fucking know. So… don’t ask. :D

But you can go ahead and root for whoever. 8D







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Thank God, when I got home, Colby was sitting on my bed reading a manga. Hm, funny, I don’t remember him ever liking manga. I glanced at the title – ahahahahaha, ohohohohohoho, it’s one of my yaoi manga? Oh Colby, I think you have something to tell me~



“Hey.” He smiled and sat up, unperturbed by the fact I caught him reading avidly about voracious butt-sex. “What’s up?”



I sat on the bed and picked up the manga, grabbing a book mark to remember the page, and then set it aside on the floor. Bringing my legs up on the bed, I sat Indian style, and stared straight into Colby’s face.



“Jason and I had sex.”



There was a brief moment, after those words, where I was just a bit frightened for my life. But that fright went away when Colby raised a brow and stuck a pinky in his ear, twisting it idly.



“And? Did it suck that bad?”



I shrugged, “Actually, for being in my cramped stupid truck, it was pretty good.” My eyes lowered and I fiddled with the frayed parts of my bedspread. “But…”



Colby leaned forward a bit when I trailed off, placing a warm hand over my much smaller one. I shook my head; it’s so stupid. “All of that happened so long ago, Colby. Why can’t I just move on?” I asked, a bit distraught. I fucking hate memories, especially bad ones. Forget about the past and move on to the future.



He sighed and reached out with his free hand to tuck some hair behind my ear, and tilted my face towards his. His smile was kind and warm as always, his bright eyes understanding. “Hey… I know it hurts, Jules. I know it does.” He nodded. “I know better than everyone else. I see it every day. And… it’s not your fault that those thoughts come up at random times.”



Hm, I wonder if he’s going to go all psycho-analytic on me?



“It happens when people are most vulnerable, that’s a good time for the subconscious to bring up suppressed, unwanted memories.”



Hello Dr. Colby, Ph.D in My Dad Is A Shrink Therefore I Know A Few Worthless Things.



He petted my hair for a few moments, and I closed my eyes, sinking into the feeling. I love my head to be touched and pet and caressed. I don’t know if it’s a comfort thing or whatever. I just love it. Especially when people brush my hair, that’s gotta be the most calming thing on the planet.



“How did Jason take it?” Colby asked, sitting against the wall and pulling me against his chest, cradling me like a mother would her child.



“Eh… he wasn’t too devastated, I don’t think.” I said, curling up against my best friend.



I heard the snort that left Colby’s nostrils. “Jules, your perception of ‘devastation’ is like thinking it’s safe to wear nothing but bright red around an angry bull.”



I contemplated. “… Yeah, you’re right.” I nodded, then pillowed my head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, though a bit rapid. It usually gets like that when we cuddle or hug or something. I’m not sure why. Maybe he’s got like, a space issue or something? Hm.



“Are you claustrophobic?”



Colby paused and I felt him shift a bit, then chuckle. “No, why?”



I shrugged. “Just wondering.” Colby seemed to accept that as my reason and we fell silent, before I leapt up from the bed suddenly, a sudden urge to move blinding me in my eagerness to display my genius, effectively sending me careening over my own two feet to connect with the not-so-pleasant floor. You’d think carpet would be SOFT, Jesus Christ. I may as well open my mouth and let someone curb-stomp me, down here.



An ungraceful squawk ripped from my lungs and I fell with an even more retarded sound, and I paused for a second, regaining my composure.



“OOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHHOOOOO~”



I winced.



Dear God.



Not here.



Not now.



“JUUUUUUUUULIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!”



Did I mention that I have a hardcore fangirl?



“I BROUGHT YOU A BENTO ♥!”



“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU FIND OUT WHERE I LIVE!?”



Ami, my obnoxious, purely American girl hoisted herself through my window and landed, presenting a cutely wrapped box with a huge smile. See, most people like fangirls. It’s flattering, right? But this… this is embarrassing.



I have no idea what her real name is, but it’s definitely not Ami. Whoever gave it to her was just mindlessly encouraging her Wapanese-ness and it made me want to vomit. She’s probably about 5’8” or so, and a bit on the pudgy side (which I don’t understand, she’s always complaining about being fat but she never does anything about it…), with red hair, bright blue eyes and freckles scattered all over her pale skin. You can’t get more white than that. But oh, oh~



“Eat it! I made it with love!”



“YOU POISONED IT.” I accused, pointing a shaky finger at the very adorable bento box, and Ami pouted a bit.



“Why would I do that? The main ingredient is LOVE!~” She held it out and unwrapped the handkerchief and lifted the lid, revealing what looked like the most delicious bento I’d ever seen.



I think I drooled a bit. Despite her overall creepiness, Ami is quite the chef. And since I miss all of my delicious foods from Japan, she’s more than happy to spend a kajillion dollars just to buy the ingredients.



Licking my lips, I reached out to take the boxed lunch, despite my accusations. Taking the chopsticks that came with it, I took one of the smoked salmon rolls and put a huge slob of wasabi on it before plopping it all in my mouth, chewing happily.



“Wait…” Colby spoke up; he was used to her random attacks by now. “It’s the middle of the night. Why is he getting a bento?”



I choked on my food and swallowed it (spit it out? NO! Too delicious!) pointing angrily with my chopsticks. “IT’S AN ELABORATE PLOT TO ASSASSINATE ME.”



“Julian, you’re not a world-leader, I think you’re safe from assassination.” Colby patted my shoulder, and I nodded, taking a bite of the strawberry onigiri.



“Well I was looking all over for Julian today but couldn’t find him,” Ami gushed, hands going to her cheeks as she proceeded to squirm in a very fangirl-like manner. “So I decided to wait in the neighborhood until I saw his truck!”



I squinted, chewing on a piece of takoyaki slowly, speaking around the food in my mouth. “Stalker.”



She either didn’t hear me, or completely ignored it as she continued. “I spent three hours making this lunch of love, to declare my undying affection for Julian! Ami worked so hard on it, she didn’t even go to work today.~”



… Okay. So fangirling is one thing. Fangirling in third person is just… gggggfffffffffffgggggh. I think I lost my appetite.



Ooooh, is that a pot sticker? Yum.



“How is it? Is it good? Is there anything Julian doesn’t like?”



“Don’t refer to me in third person.”



She got on the floor and scooted close to me, her eyes abnormally large and water, her hands clasped under her chin. Were those hearts floating around her head?



“Ehhhhh Julian’s room is so sugoi!”



“Don’t use random Japanese in an English sentence.” I nibbled on the end of a chopstick, before I prodded one of the hearts. It popped with a ‘squish’, and Ami directed herself to the radio stand I had next to my bed.



“Are these real? Did you get them by winning a duel against an emperor in a rural part of Asia with no running water or electricity?” She was referring to my double-ended Chinese hook swords.



“Street vendor in Japan.”



“Oooooooooooooooooooh so cool!” She reached out, her fingertips a centimeter away from one of the perfectly polished, sharpened blades, but was stopped short when I flung a chopstick and deflected her hand with the utensil.



“Don’t touch. They’re lethal.”



From somewhere I managed to find another chopstick, and continued eating. Hm… ah, soy sauce.~ The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, with lots of wasabi. I was spreading the green stuff over everything. I love hot things.



“Oh! This is cute! And this is neat, from France huh? Wow you have a flier from a real Italian Louis Vuitton store! Oooh and a bag from the Louvre! That’s your passport, you look angry in your picture, oho! Here’s your make-up and hair products, you should use them more it would complete the J-rock look perfectly! Ooooh posters of the GazettE, I love them! Miyavi too, but Gackt is totally the be—IS THAT A BROCHURE FOR GACKT’S UNRELEASED DVD THAT WAS ONLY PRINTED IN JAPAN FOR THREE DAYS?! AHHHHHHHGHGHGHGHH!”



“Don’t touch,” I said casually, eating another takoyaki and turning to face Colby, holding out the bento. “Want some?”



“Er…” Colby glanced over at Ami, who was flitting around my bedroom, looking and commenting on everything, looking like she was having an aneurysm in order not to touch shit. “Shouldn’t you be worried about her being in your bedroom?”



I shrugged and licked the wasabi from my chopstick. “Eh, she would have found out where I live eventually.”



“Oh wow your closet is so big! It’d be like a mansion to Harry Potter! You can fit a bed in here!”



“Not your bed.”



“Jules…” Colby’s slightly agitated voice made me glance up, my bento nearly finished already. I stared imploringly, and he hung his head. “I don’t understand how you can handle this girl. To think… there are more just like her. All over. Everywhere. It’s like an unstoppable army.”



“KYAH! YOU HAVE AN AUTOGRAPHED ‘VANILLA’ T-SHIRT FROM GACKUTOOOOOOOOOOO!??!!”



I shrugged. “The power of Youth can drive a person quite far.”



Colby sighed, “I think I’m getting grey hair.”



“Did you drink from this cup? Quick, look away while I stow it into my trendy Harajuku purse! Oooooooooooooohohohohohoho!”



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Ah, school. How I utterly loathe you. Math, Science, History, English. The core classes one needs to graduate, but most likely won’t apply to anything later on in life. Our school has a pretty good Success-Fail ratio… Ten out of ten kids succeed at failing ultimately.



Today marks the start of a new Trimester. New classes, new teachers, new lunches. I was ecstatic to find that Colby and I have the same lunch, Shaun too – I have two classes with him. Really, now that the whole King Jake incident is over, Shaun’s a pretty cool kid. A bit more shy now, always professing his loyalty to me and whatnot… but still a good kid.



I was sitting with him at a table in Biology, him diligently taking notes while Mrs. Mir (Mir. Like… Murrrrrrrrrrrrrrrh. I giggle every time I say her name) droned on about the importance of Global Warming and the impact it has on today’s life. Blah blah, we’re all gonna die, blah.



I pulled out my phone and glanced at it; no new messages. Hm… I guess Colby was being pretty hardcore this semester, taking a bunch of crap classes that would help him get into that Expensive Far-Away Distant Stupid Fucking College he wants to go to. Which is cool. Because while I go home with no homework, he’s stuck hunched over a desk for a solid five hours.



Take that, Mr. I-Hold-My-Education-Above-Most-Else-Including-My-Best-Friend.



With nothing to entertain me, I rested my chin on my hand and zoned out a bit. You know, where you stare off into space and your thoughts are just so entrancing that you can’t see anything in the real world, you just see what you’re thinking of? Yeah. That trippy shit. I’m not sure what exactly I was thinking, all I know is that when Shaun nudged me to ask for my eraser a snot bubble popped and some drool dangled onto the table.



Wiping my face with my sleeve, I thunked my forehead down on the table and groaned in exasperation.



“This is gaaaayyyyyyyy.” I moaned into the table, and Mrs. Mir stopped her lecture. I know she’s staring at me. I can feel her beady little eyes boring tiny holes into my brain, so she can stuff them with useless knowledge about the fucking planet.



“Mr. Nielson? Is there something you’d like to share with us?” She asked, like every teacher does because it’s in the teacher protocol handbook (or whatever).



I lifted my head, doing my best impression of a zombie, drooling, drooping my eyes and moaning in distress.



“Soooooooooo huuuuuuuuuunnnngryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…~”



Mrs. Mir rolled her eyes and continued on with her lecture, but when a few of the students let their gaze linger on me, I snapped fiercely.



“What the fuck are you looking at?”



“Language, Mr. Nielson.”



“Can I go to the bathroom?” I whined after a second’s pause, doing the sitting-down-potty-dance. She sighed in frustration and threw the hallpass at me, and I quickly left the room and headed down to the restroom.



Once I relieved myself of my issue I moved to the mirror, the hall pass clipped onto the bottom of my shirt, and started washing my hands. I looked up into the mirror, winking at my devilishly handsome self, before I realized that I wasn’t alone.



“Ah, Oompa Loompa. I didn’t know you had a penis. Shoulda guessed.”



Britney huffed. “My name is HEATHER.”



“Right. Look Miss-ter Spears, unless you’re gonna suck my cock, get out of the bathroom.”



She pointed a finger at me, her voice shrill and echoing off of the bathroom walls. “Such vulgar language!” Out of her pocket she pulled out a tape-recorder, and smiled in satisfaction. “Now the faculty believe me when I tell them you’re harassing me!”



I paled a bit; who’s the one being harassed here?



With a gleeful giggle she sprinted out of the bathroom, some hairs from her wig falling onto the floor. I picked up the brown strands and examined them, then tossed them into the garbage before also exiting the bathroom, finding nothing of too much interest in there. No Freshman to force into dirty acts; tch, that was the best part of bathroom breaks.



Mozying down the hallway, I passed a couple of kids that were outside with markers and large sheets of paper, creating signs. Leadership class, I guess. When I was a Sophomore I was forced into that horrible shit. Fuck school spirit.



A marker rolled into my path, and I stopped it with my combat-boot clad foot, raising a brow and staring down at it. Hands in my black pants pockets, I turned to see who the marker belonged to. A scared looking Freshman was shaking slightly as he sat up from laying down, glancing down at the marker beneath my small (but impossibly scary) foot and then back up to my face. My hair was a bit crazy, I had straightened it but not styled it, so it was sticking out in a few different directions, and my bangs were over half of my face. My pink Hello Kitty tank top was layered over with a plain white button up, one of the buttons done and one tail tucked in, the sleeves rolled up and looking generally sloppy.



“This yours?” I asked, obviously referring to the marker. The Freshman nodded, and I removed my foot from atop it, picking it up and examining it. ‘Coral pink’. Ew. I took a few short steps over to where the kid was still seated, his little body shaking like a leaf as I handed the marker back to him.



“Keep a better watch on your shit, kid.” I advised, standing up and replacing my hands into my pockets, my Cool Points sky-rocketing with my casual and stoic statements. I could see the sparkle of admiration in the kid’s eyes, and surely he was thinking ‘what a cool guy!’. So, not to leave him disappointed, I turned and continued my way down the hallway, strutting more than walking I guess, purposely showing off for the small crowd I had run into.



I had only took like, three steps though, before a familiar shrill reached my ears.



“JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!”



I winced. This is going to knock down my cool factor… quite a bit.



I turned to see Ami running towards me, her expression terrified as she latched onto me and swung around behind me, causing me to wobble and struggle to keep upright.



“Ami, what the fu-“



“WHAT IS YOUR RELATION TO JULIAN!?”



… Oh great. Oompa Loompa and Ami in the same building.



…



Wait.



“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY SCHOOL!?”



Ami whimpered and quivered behind me as Oompa Loompa gave her the death glare.



“Tell me why this prick is such a bastard!”



My fangirl immediately jumped to my defense. “He’s not a bastard! Julian is the most wonderful, perfect, charming person in the WORLD!”



I had to lift my hands to keep Oompa Loompa from bowling through me to get to Ami. Who was still whimpering and cowering.



“Lies! He’s a manipulative cheater and a liar!”



I chuckled and waved my hands. “Ladies, ladies, we can solve this by-,”



Oompa Loompa reached her arms out and around my body to try and get to Ami, who shrieked and squeezed me tighter, all of the air being pushed out of my lungs in the process.



So there I was, in the middle of two icky gross girls that I utterly despise, who were getting ready to fight in a duel to the death.



Yeah. Coolness factor definitely drops after this one.





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A/N: I realized that I suck at summaries. 8D I’ll probably change the summary of LROS next time I post a chapter.

OMG LYK CH 13!?

I had to make it fun. Sorry kids.



I have inspiration.

AND A RIVAL!!! –Ferocious pose.-

I will do everything in my power to stomp out all other comedic, 1st-person high school fics!

-Thumbs up, teeth sparkle, TING!!!.-



52 reviews? OHYESOMNOM.

A new character is introduced! And yes, there is an Ami in my life. I fear her and piddle myself in horror whenever she comes around.

But she makes a mean bento. 8D



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