Little Ray of Sunshine

A/N: I’m working on a drawing of Julian for you guys.

Until then, go here; www.myspace.com/jaejoongie_oppa

Yeah, it’s my myspace. Julian is based off of me, after all. But… My extensions are gone. So my hair isn’t long anymore. Sad? Sad. :(



I myself am in need of a seme. Well, more than one. I’m needy. Any good fanboy should be jealous of other fanboys.



Two authors / one review = split personalities.



I update as often as you change underwear.

Which should be daily, maybe one every two daily’s.

Also when I’m cracked out on medication and it’s the middle of the night. /best time to think.



Baby Bash is coming to town sometime next week. Do want. Too bad I\'m poor.



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“This is stupid.”



Colby and I were sitting at a table in the food court, me dressed as usual in nicely-fit jeans (NOT girl pants. Man jeans. Oh yes) and a sky blue printed tee from Gap, and Colby dressed like he just stepped out of an Abercrombie magazine. Per usual. I was sipping on a vanilla milk shake (only like, the best thing ever), my feet swinging under the chair beneath me, because the way I was sitting my toes barely touched the floor.



Fucking Asian genes.



“I don’t want to be here.”



I was whining. Why wouldn’t I be? I’m in the middle of the Valley mall, which is tiny, with Colby, who’s convinced that I’m going to find the Perfect Seme here. Why would there be a Perfect Seme here? Earth to Colby, in Spokane if a man is gay he’s FLAMBOYANTLY gay. And if he’s bi, he’s emo. Ew. Emo’s. Emo’s made me think of Jake. Which made me even more irritable. Fucking hate that cunt.



My mom thought that \'emo\' was a type of bird.



“Will you buy me another milkshake?”



“Ugh! Yes!” Colby snapped, and I grinned at the fact that I could crack my usually calm best friend. Glancing around, I put my chin in my hand.



“I still don’t see how this is going to work.” I commented, using my other hand to play with my straw. “The only men that are interested in homosexuals are either shopping for shoes, work at a lotion kiosk, or in their mid-to-late-forties and have a fetish for little boys in jersey’s.”



I hate the guys at lotion kiosk\'s. NO I WILL NOT TRY YOUR SPECIALLY FORMULATED LOTION. It could be their semen with a dab of color and scent for Christ\'s sake! I don\'t trust it.



My friend licked his lips, and I watched the action intensely. Man, how I wish Colby was attracted to men… he’d be my Perfect Seme, then I wouldn’t have to be sitting here like some fucking idiot.



“This is gay.” I finally decided, sitting back in my seat and crossing my arms over my slim chest, puffing lightly.



Did I mention I\'m horribly politically incorrect?



“You’re gay,” Colby said off-handedly, and I raised a brow. He caught his words, grumbled, and glowered for a moment at the floor. Just when I was going to tell him to run off and get me another milkshake, his expression brightened and he stood up quickly, making me jolt and nearly fall out of my chair. “I got it!”



I stared. Got it? Got what? Milk?



“See you tomorrow at school. Dress to impress!” With that, he dashed away, and I just stared at his vapor trail blankly.



…



Vapor trail. White, like cream... like whipped cream. On ice cream.



WHERE THE FUCK IS MY MILKSHAKE, BASTARD!



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Doing as Colby suggested, I dressed… nice? Nicer. Uh… I actually cared about my appearance. I showered and brushed my hair out, making sure it was soft and glossy. Everyone always loves the softness of my hair. I found some washed out jeans from Buckle that I’d gotten forever ago, which were snug in the hip area and accentuated my ass nicely. As for a shirt I decided on a white thermal with an intricate royal blue pattern on it, and then tossed up my hair in a fashionably messy way. I stared at myself in the mirror, then took a deep breath.



Whatever Colby has in store for me, I know it’s not going to be entirely painless.



And sure enough, three hours later during a free period, I was in the worst pain I’ve ever felt.



The cafeteria was cleared of all of the tables, and instead a lone square restaurant table sat with two chairs on either side, a rose in the center, and two wine glasses filled with Evion water. I was seated at said table, awkwardly shifting as I sipped the liquid silk, glancing around. There was a sign behind me that I felt was mocking me.



It read:



6-MINUTE SPEED DATING. TODAY’S GUEST: JULIAN NIELSON!



Sometimes I wish people weren’t so cool with homosexuality.



Someone could at least beat me up.



… Oh wait, someone has. Fucking cupcake.



There was a line of hopefuls, both boys and girls, stretching all the way into the halls. I was really surprised; I know that people thought I was decently attractive and that they looked up to me, but did this many people really want to date me? I glanced through the people with a judgmental eye. Nah, half of the guys wanna fuck me, the other half aren’t even out of the closet (well, they are now), and the girls just look googly-eyed.



What a fucking bore.



Finally the bell dinged (courtesy of Colby, who was dressed in a tux like he was some sort of waiter) from behind me, and the first guy stepped forward, taking a seat. He smiled handsomely, and I returned the gesture, waiting for him to introduce himself. Obviously he knows who I am.



“Hi, I’m Matt-,”



“Next.”



Matt blinked, and I stared dully.



“Wh… what?”



Even Colby echoed.



“I dislike the name ‘Matt’.” I explained as I shrugged, making a ‘shoo’ motion with my hand. Matt left the table looking like a kicked puppy, and the next guy sat down nervously.



This was going to hurt me than it’s going to hurt them.



Really, it is.



By tomorrow my abs are going to be killing me. When I get home I\'m going to let out all of the laughter.



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“Hi, I’m Lydia.”



“Eyes are too round.” Fucking Chihuahua.



“Hey, I’m Jake.”



“Hate the name.” Because someone ruined it for me.



“I’m Cory, nice to-,”



“Hate the hair.” Really, a seme shouldn’t have icky, greasy long hair.



“Hello, I’m Jennifer.”



“Not smart enough.” She looks like she has the I.Q. of a lamp post.



“You fucking prick!”



This caught my attention. I actually looked at the person speaking, and she looked vaguely familiar, with chestnut brown hair and dark eyes. Hm… where have I seen her before?



“Excuse me?” I asked, leaning forward. Such a wonderful greeting.~



“Because of you I had to shave my head and get a fucking wig!” The girl tugged at her – fake? – hair, and I tilted my head.



“Would your name happen to be Britney Spears?”



“Ha ha,” she rolled her eyes and flopped down in the seat, leaning forward. Her skin had an odd orange glow to it…



Oh.



“Ah, Oompa Loompa!” I exclaimed, smiling warmly and brightly.



She nearly fell out of her chair, before righting herself and slamming her hands down on the table. “My name is Heather!”



“Right.” I nodded, then smiled. “Your hair looks nice today.~ Your roots are healthy.”



“This hair is fake!” She yanked on it a bit more, the whole wig shifting a bit.



I paid no mind. “You gotta tell me who does your color. You were blonde yesterday right?”



“IT’S A WIG THAT I HAVE TO WEAR BECAUSE YOU TORE OUT A CHUNK OF MY HAIR, YOU QUEER!”



I took a moment as if I remembered what I did, and then smiled brightly, tilting my head a bit. “Oh Oompa Loompa, if you don’t want to tell me who does your hair, that’s okay. I have a good stylist.”



“UGH!” She screamed in fury and threw her wig to the ground, revealing her buzzed head, stomping on the poor fake bunch of hair before she stalked off to wherever she came from.



“Bai bai!” I waved to her back, then picked up the wig and tossed it in a nearby garbage can. That just happened to have a puddle of ranch in it. “Next.~”



Colby sighed from behind me.



Yeah, he’s got his work cut out for him.





Finally, the last person sat down. Every one before him had been denied in one way or the other; the reactions I got were amazing. Some girls cried, a few other guys got their egos crushed... I wish someone was filming this. Maybe I could get on MTV and have my own show or something. All about me. That’d be amazing. I’d be its number one viewer.



Anyway. So the guy sits down, and I rake my eyes over him. At first, he doesn’t appear to be anything special. But there’s a subtle handsomeness to him; his hair is brown with little blond highlights, and long-ish in the surfer/skater style. His eyes are hazel, I think, a bit more on the grey-blue side than green. His smile is beautiful, shockingly white, though it was obvious he never had braces. His teeth weren’t perfectly aligned, but maybe it’s that small imperfection that makes him so handsome? And ah, he has a dimple in his left cheek.~ Adorable. He’s dressed in board shorts, flip-flops and a Yellowcard shirt, and I think I felt my heart speed up a bit.



“My name is Jason,” he introduced himself and held out his hand, and I was silent for a moment as I examined it. I always look at people’s hands. It’s one of my things. Like how some people notice smiles, or hair or something? I always go for the hands. If their hands are nice, then I pay attention to other things. His are smooth but look like they’ve seen their share of rough work, not too big and not too small. His nails weren’t stubby like he chewed them constantly, but he definitely didn’t get manicures. With a small smile, I reached out and grasped his hand, shaking it delicately.



He’s the first person to make it past introductions.



“Nice to meet you,” I said, not wanting to retreat my hand. It was one of ‘those’ fits; the kind where when you put your hand in someone else’s, it feels right. Like when you were little and you held your mom’s hand. It was just perfect, and natural. “What grade are you in?”



“I’m a Senior.” His smile lit up his eyes. “I just moved here last week; I’ve heard a lot about you, though I haven’t had a chance to talk to you.”



His voice is calm and easy going, with a bit of an accent. From where, I’m not sure. Maybe Southern?



“Oh?” I seem interested, trying to get him to continue, as I pick up my glass and take a sip.



“Yeah.” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head a bit, averting his gaze. “I uh, you know. Didn’t think that just walking up and talking to you would cut it…”



“So you waited for speed-dating?” I tilted my head.



He laughed, “No! I just felt a bit awkward. There was no reason for me to talk to you.”



I smiled. “Well, there doesn’t need to be a reason when you just want to talk to someone.”



Jason tilted his head a bit and smiled crookedly, then shook his head and wave a hand. “Nah, you make it sound easy.”



Raising my brows, I leaned forward and tapped my nails on the table. “It is that easy. You just have to have the confidence to do it.”



“Yeah, but you’re just about the most confident person I’ve ever come across. I’ve seen you in the hallways; even the teachers shuffle aside.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Are you the class president?”



I stared. He… thinks that I’m treated special because I’m class president?



“Er… no, I’m not class president.” Some fag from the drama department is. I smiled toothily, feeling as if my fangs had gotten magically longer… “I just invoke fear and submission into anyone that comes across me.”



A small shudder ran through Jason, and it suddenly got a bit darker in the cafeteria, thunder rumbling in the distance.



“What the- it’s a clear day!” Colby exclaimed behind me, but I ignored him while Jason chuckled.



“Ah, well… that’s a talent, I guess.”



“So where did you move from?” I asked, changing the subject, all light returning.



“Er. Florida. Kissimee.”



“Ooooh. I have a cousin down there. Not in Kissimee. But in Florida.” I nodded and took another sip of my water. “Why did you move up here?”



Jason glanced off to the side, “My dad died, so me and my mom came up here to live with my grandparents.”



A brief flash of pity went through me, before I decided to lighten the mood. “Fuck this place, you should have stayed South! Make your grandparents come down there so they can have a vacation or something.” I grinned.



He laughed, and I was relieved. Sometimes my jokes come at bad times. It wasn’t even a good one, but oh well.



“Yeah, they like it up here though. And… I guess I do, too.” He smiled at me, a bit coyly, and I felt something stir in my stomach.



Ahhhh.~



DING.



“Time’s up.”



“FUCK YOU COLBY.”



“I should be getting to class, anyway…” Jason stood up and turned, before looking back at me and holding his hand out again. “It was nice meeting and talking to you. We should… do it again sometime.” He smiled, and I fluttered as I grabbed his hand daintily.



“Oh, yes.~ That would be wonderful.”



“All right. I’ll see you around.” Jason grinned, and then mozied along to his class.



I stayed seated, feeling the hearts floating around my head and swelling my eyes.



“Wow. School girl much?” He popped one of the floating hearts, and I turned around and socked him in the leg.



“Shut up! Did you see how gorgeous he is!?”



“I can’t believe it took over a hundred kids. And you chose the LAST one.”



I shrugged. “No matter how cliché it is, it’s perfect for a comedy-romance drama to save the best for last!” I stood and posed, while Colby drank from a mysterious brown paper bag. “Besides, how can I not love a Florida boy?”



“I’m not sure if he was interested ‘like that’, though.” Colby shrugged and grabbed a seat, flopping down in it, the bag switched with the Evion bottle. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me.



“Well no one would be here with a SPEED DATING sign over my head and not want to date me. That defeats the purpose.”



Colby shrugged. “A lot of people speed-date as a way to meet friends and get to know people in their town. You heard him, he’s new.”



“Yeah, but he’s seen me around.~” I pirouetted and landed on a foot gracefully, stretching my body out. “He’s been wanting to talk to me!”



“… - But didn’t want to talk to you directly because he’s afraid he’ll be viewed as a homosexual, and then realized that our school is generally accepting when they let us do this.”



“… So. How is that a bad thing?” I stopped and stared. “He still came and talked to me.”



Colby glared. “Can I not get anything through to you? He obviously doesn’t know he’s gay. Did you see how he shook your hand? He shook with his elbow, not his wrist.”



I scoffed. “So?”



“So,” my bestie started to get impatient, “straight men shake with their elbows because it’s the naturally macho thing to do. Gay or bi guys use their wrists more – not in an obvious way, because they’ve still got testosterone, but they move their hand more to get a better feel of the hand they’re holding.”



I stared.



Colby rolled his eyes and groaned. “Never mind. Point is, I think he’s either not gay, or he’s in the closet and doesn’t realize it.



I chewed my bottom lip, and contemplated. Hm, what Colby says may or may not be true… what if Jason is straight? I guess we could be friends. But he might not be comfortable with me molesting him… even Colby lets me cling on him and snuggle. He’s straight. (Damn it!)



I raised my finger in the air and made a dedicated face, and Colby glanced up and raised a brow. “Yes?”



“Quick! To the Bat Mobile!”



Colby’s intrigue plummeted, and he stared blankly while I ran around making various car noises, leaping over invisible objects.



“Come Robin! To the Bat Cave where we may fornicate a new plan!”



Colby stood up with a sigh. “I believe it’s ‘formulate’, Jules.”



“Yes! Let us formulate viciously!”



“Now you’re just being stupid.”



I paused, my arms out to my sides – I switched into Bat Plane – and pouted. “You’re not even playing along anymore.”



Colby sighed and loosened his bow tie. “Eh, I’m just tired.”



I leered, “Are you pregnant?”



He sputtered. “Wh-what!?”



"Holy Catfish Batman, it\'s a death-defying poison!"



Silence.



I shrugged. “Eh. Are you coming down with something?”



He chewed his lip, and yet again, I found myself watching the action. God, if only Colby knew how badly I wanted him. My best friend! Well, he knows it. I’m not like, in love with him. I just kinda wish we could go further physically. Like benefriends or something.



Sounds like Benefiber.



Which I put in every one of my meals, for proper fibers and proteins that I don’t get in my daily diet! (insert thumb’s up and award-winning smile here)



“I don’t think so. I guess I’m just ready to graduate.”



I nodded. That’s right. After graduation, Colby’s going off to college, while I get stuck at work doing nothing. How fucking ridiculous. I’m going to be losing my best friend. Not only to the education system, but to the fact that there’s 50 fucking states in this country and he had to pick one that was the farthest away.



“I hear ya.”



We started walking towards our classes, and when it came to the place where he and I split, I turned to him with a soft, dorky smile.



“Hey… thanks for doing what you’re doing.” I said, meaning it. It wasn’t often I thank people – I have a horrible ego complex – but whenever Colby does something like this for me it always means a lot.



He grinned back and wiped his finger down the side of his nose, then gave the peace sign. “What are best buddies for? See you after school.”



I returned the gesture that we’d adopted over the years, then turned to my P.E. class.



I guess today went pretty good. Met a totally hot guy, had a ‘moment’ with my friend…



Yup, a special moment like this doesn’t last long.



THUNK.



I flew backwards, blood spurting from my nose as I hit the ground.



“WHO THE FUCK THREW THAT BASKETBALL!?!?!”







~*~*

A/N: Happy endings can suck my cock.

Hurrah for humor.

+kudos for the kids who understand the subtle secret handshake that Colby and Jules share.



I made brownies from scratch. They’re delicious. I ate the whole pan.

I’m not as cracked out as I should be.

Well maybe I am. It took me 10 minutes to write out this chapter.

Yay fast-typing skills? Hm.



If you really love me you’d add me on MSN and praise me personally.

Because Camui loves to get flattered and told he’s pretty by strangers.







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