the kids dont stand a chance (mike-lorelai)

[mike chang]

ninety-nine red balloons ,
FLOATING IN THE SUMMER SKY
panic bells it's red alert !

The bowling alley was busy. Really, really busy. Every lane was full, and there was even a long line for the snack bar that sold only the greasiest of food. Mike ate it every day. As a group cleared out from lane four, a haggled looking lady came in, followed by a group of a dozen or so girls. The woman came up to the counter, quickly did a head count, and said to Mike, "Lane four, reserved for Smith. I need twelve pairs of bowling shoes and bumpers." She slid the appropriate amount of money across the counter, and the senior gave her the change, slipping in an extra five dollar bill in the bunch. Once he had dished out shoes and switched the colors around until all the girls were happy, he watched them walk away.

Digging around in his pocket, Mike stuck five bucks into the register. His boss was very money aware, and wouldn’t stand to lose even the smallest amount of money. Looking around the bowling alley, Mike’s eyes caught a couple. The boy was helping his date (a girl from the Cheerios) learn to bowl, and she was smiling up at him. He wondered who the guy was- Mike didn’t recognize him from McKinley. The couple seemed to be having fun, while Mike was stuck behind this counter spraying used shoes with air freshener, which really did nothing.

Turning back to the shoes that the party at lane four had returned, he started to systematically spray them. Mike didn’t need this job- actually, when he had told his parents he was going to apply, they offered to just raise his allowance- ten dollars a week if he did his chores to twenty. He refused, telling them he wanted to work and save up for a car. The next week a shiny new Audi A8 was sitting in the driveway, it’s black coat gleaming in the sun. He still insisted on getting the job- he wanted to, he told them.

Why? Well, Mike and a few friends had come bowling over the summer. They had played a good game, Mike had lost, but he didn’t care. It was fun! He was never one for bowling, but he loved to hang out wherever it was. After they had bowled their hearts out, they had been gnawing on the rubbery cheese pizza, Mike’s eye had caught the pretty girl behind the counter. He looked over at her, and had blushed and turned away when she looked back. After asking around, he had learned that she was a senior, too, and would be attending McKinley in the fall. When they had left, Mike had noticed a small hiring sign on the door, and made the rash decision to pick up an application.

So now, here he was, spraying used shoes and helping little girls tie their shoes. He sighed, and checked to see who would join him to work in a couple minutes. He scanned the list until he found the date. ‘Lorelai Anchors’ was listed next to his name. A grin spread across his face, and he began to spray the shoes with a bit more energy.

WORDS ,, 530
TAGGED ,, ashley and the lovely lorelai
OUTFIT ,, click !
NOTES ,, this was rant. Sorry for the shitty post!
CODES ,, you are thinking !
" you are speaking ! "
" someone else is speaking ! "
CREDIT ,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION[/size]

[lorelai anchors]

○ ○ THE SUN HAS SET, I CLOSE MY EYES ○ ○

[/color]
-- I PRETEND EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT --



○ ○ DROWNING IN ANGER FROM ALL THESE LIES ○ ○
-- I CAN’T PRETEND EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT --[/font][/center]

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Never before had I been late for work. Not once. I wasn’t necessarily a stickler for punctuality, but I was extremely concerned about getting yelled at or losing my job. I really couldn’t handle either of those things, especially when I went out of my way to make sure they didn’t happen. But four blocks away from the bowling alley, my car stopped. I shouldn’t have been surprised; it was the cheapest car I could find, and I never really paid attention to the quality, because as long as it ran I was fine. Fear shot through me as I sat in the driver’s seat, hands clinging to the steering wheel and my eyes glued to the clock. Ten minutes until my shift began.

I called my dad and he told me to leave it on the side of the road for him to take care of if I intended to walk (or run) the rest of the way to work. I took the keys out and tossed them in my bag, deciding it didn’t matter if I left the doors unlocked. The chances that someone in Lima, Ohio would come steal my shit of a car before my dad had a chance to come get it was slim to none, anyways. I did, however, grab Louis (my banjo -- I nicknamed it for fun when I was twelve) out of the back seat, because I was concerned about that.

I half walked, half jogged my way to the bowling alley, but it wasn’t as quick as it probably should have been. I wasn’t really in shape, considering I was never sportive and I was never going to be healthy, no matter what I did. Plus, most people stayed in shape to keep thin, but the HIV was doing that for me. So there really wasn’t any point. I caught my breath by the time I hit the parking lot and sprinted the rest of the way in, glancing up at the clock -- five minutes late. Shit.

I whizzed past the other worker who was spraying shoes, poking my head in the back to look around. The boss wasn’t here, so that much was comforting. I stashed my banjo in the corner and wrote in my entry time in on the paper, then stepped back to tuck a curl behind my ear. I frowned as I saw how busy it was, then shot an apologetic look to the other worker. He looked familiar; quickly, I placed him as someone I went to school with. I couldn’t really remember his name, because he wasn’t one of the guys who walked around throwing beverages in everyone’s face, like Puck used to. A football player, if I wasn’t mistaken, and a member of the Glee Club. I was starting to meet a lot of them, really. But I supposed that, if I did make it into New Directions, I’d be seeing all of them a lot more often. I figured he wouldn’t know me, though. I stayed in the shadows. I was always nervous around new people, frightened beyond belief that they would hate me or respond badly, but I couldn’t be rude and not introduce myself, especially after being five minutes late. I was going to be working with him, after all.

“R-really sorry,” I began, biting my lip nervously, “My car broke down so I had to walk the rest of the way here and I-I didn’t know it would be this busy. It’s never usually this busy.” I winced, then shook my head. “I-I’m Lorelai, by the way. Bad first impression, I suppose, but hopefully I can redeem that.” I smiled softly, then, hoping I would get some sort of positive response.

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|| WORD COUNT || 644
|| TAGS || mr. mike chang!
|| NOTES || i hope this is okay!
|| LYRICS || Shadows by Red
|| CREDITS || Made by JAKKATAKK at Caution 2.0!

[mike chang]

ninety-nine red balloons ,
FLOATING IN THE SUMMER SKY
panic bells it's red alert !

She was late. Lucky for her, the boss had just left to pick up his daughter from work, or detention or…well, he hadn’t been specific. Mike sighed. The suspense was killing him! As usual, his wild imagination took hold of him…and off it went. What if she was in a car crash? That would suck. No, that’s not likely. Most of Lima drives ten miles under the speed limit anyways. So sick? That would suck, for me. I don’t want to work this alone. A man came up to the counter.

"Our lane is jammed," he told him, raising one eyebrow as if he highly doubted Mike could do anything about it. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Mike turned around a sign that told anyone who read it that the counter was going to be temporarily closed. The last worker had gone home early to take care of his sick sister, and now Lorelai was late. And Mike was working double shifts. That just sucked for him, he thought. As he entered the back of the lanes, he looked over. A candy wrapper was jamming the gears. Rolling his eyes where no one could see him, he tugged it out and the machine clanked to life. "Thanks!" he heard, and nodded.

"They can’t see you, stupid," he muttered to himself, then louder yelled, "No problem!" and dusted his hands off on his jeans.

As he slid back behind the counter, he noticed the couple he had noticed earlier waiting for him. The boy looked a bit impatient, as if he wanted to get back home already and get into…other business. Mike rolled his eyes, then came up to flip the sign back around. "Sorry to keep you waiting, how may I help you?" he asked with what the boss would call ‘a winning smile.’ They paid for their lane, and departed. Checking the reservations, Mike saw that the lane they left wouldn’t be filled for another half an hour.

Free to do as he pleased and almost finished with all the shoes, his mind wandered back to his co-worker. Well, people always run late. It’s perfectly normal. What if she’s a total jerk and just didn’t show? No, no she wouldn’t do that. At least he hoped. Another little voice in the back of his head scolded him, You don’t even know her! He shooed that voice out just as the bell on the door rang. Looking up hopefully, he saw it was indeed her. She looked tired, and it was obvious she had been running.

He watched her check for the boss, then pause for a moment before speaking. She was biting her lip in a really cute way, and looked really nervous. Crap, he remembered he was nervous too. Suddenly, he wasn’t feeling so confident.

"R-really sorry," she said. "My car broke down so I had to walk the rest of the way here and I-I didn’t know it would be this busy. It’s never usually this busy. I-I’m Lorelai, by the way. Bad first impression, I suppose, but hopefully I can redeem that." She smiled at him, and he regained a little bit of his previous confidence.

”Don’t worry, " he assured her, ”I’m not going to turn you in to The Boss. I’m late sometimes too. And your car broke down? That really blows. If you need a ride home, I’d be…happy to give you one, you know, if you don’t already have one." He shifted from foot to foot. Awkward! She probably has a ride already, genius. "I’m Mike. You tried out for New Directions, right?" Good, something to talk about. He smiled at her, then noticed the banjo she clutched.

" Um, what’s with the banjo?" he asked.

WORDS ,, 624
TAGGED ,, ashley and the lovely lorelai
OUTFIT ,, click !
NOTES ,, this was better but stil…
CODES ,, you are thinking !
" you are speaking ! "
" someone else is speaking ! "
CREDIT ,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION[/size]

[lorelai anchors]

○ ○ THE SUN HAS SET, I CLOSE MY EYES ○ ○

[/color]
-- I PRETEND EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT --



○ ○ DROWNING IN ANGER FROM ALL THESE LIES ○ ○
-- I CAN’T PRETEND EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT --[/font][/center]

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I always tired easily; the disease did that. I slumped back against the counter after straightening out my dress, determined to get the next rush of customers to make up for the fact that he had to deal with them those five minutes I was late for. I smiled softly at him as he promised not to turn me in, and I gave him a thankful nod. “I’ll just work a half an hour or so over, maybe, to make up for it. I’ve never been late before, so I don’t think it would’ve been that much of a problem, but I feel really bad for leaving you hanging. It looks like we had a rush. I’ll get the next few customers, though, to make up for it,” I promised, pushing my bangs out of my eyes. He seemed nice. I supposed I didn’t have a reason to be as afraid of him as I was everyone else on the football team, but his popularity still intimidated me and I half hoped he didn’t hear anything about me at school. None of that would be good; rumors seemed to be stretched where I was concerned.

As he offered me a ride home, I smiled. I didn’t know if he was just doing that to be nice or if he really didn’t mind doing it; if he was just being nice, I didn’t want to accept. I didn’t want him to have to go out of his way to take me home, especially when he didn’t know me. But if it was genuine, well, I certainly would need a ride. I didn’t know how pleased my parents would be with having to come and get me, because my dad was already angry that the car broke down, but they were certainly my last resort. It was sweet of the kid to offer, nevertheless. “I might, yeah. I haven’t really made arrangements yet.” I glanced around the bowling alley for a second, then continued, “Thanks for the offer, though. If it happens to be on your way home, I may take you up on it, but I don’t want you to have to go out of the way or anything. I’d feel bad.”

When he introduced himself, tacking on the question, I lowered my gaze. Right, he would’ve seen me there. “I, uhm, y-yes,” I managed out, inwardly scolding myself for growing sheepish, “Rachel s-sort of persuaded me to do it, a-and she doesn’t… She doesn’t really t-take ‘no’ for an answer.” I bit my lip again, hoping he wouldn’t judge me on my no doubt bad audition (I wasn’t a good judge for my own performances, but I had no confidence in it either way). Still nervous, I offered him a nod and let my smile grow a bit wider. “It’s nice to meet you, Mike. I promise I won’t be late next time.” Right, there, I figured I’d apologized for that.

When he asked about Louis, I looked down and blushed. “Oh, crap. Silly me,” I murmured when I realized I was still holding it, disappearing into the back room long enough to lean it up against the wall. When I emerged, I fumbled with the hem of my dress, a nervous habit I had developed when I was younger. “I, uhm. I had to leave my car on the side of the road, and I didn’t want to leave it in the back. I didn’t want to risk it getting stolen.” I cleared my throat and continued, “I guess it’s sort of, uhm, lame, but I’ve been playing the banjo since I was six. Just a hobby, I guess.” After a moment, I finished, “Is this your first shift, or have you worked here before?”

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|| WORD COUNT || 656
|| LYRICS || Shadows by Red
|| CREDITS || Made by JAKKATAKK at Caution 2.0!

[mike chang]

ninety-nine red balloons ,
FLOATING IN THE SUMMER SKY
panic bells it's red alert !

"Oh, I’ve been working here for a while, actually. The Boss cut me a break, actually, when my mom and I were having a hard time." He ducked his head, and quickly changed the subject to her taking over.
Mike grinned, and although he didn’t want to do it, he allowed her to take over for a little bit while he sat in the back and sipped at a soda. His thoughts carried him off, and he was soon snoring lightly; the soda had dropped from his hand and spilled across the floor. He was dreaming the oddest of dreams- he and Lorelai were walking across a beach, hand in hand. With a jolt, he sat straight up in his chair. "Well, that was weird," he muttered to himself, and noticed the brown mess on the ground. He groaned, and set about to cleaning it up.

As he dusted his hands off and put the rag in the dirty pile, he stood up and looked outside. Lorelai was still behind the counter. His eyes widened, and he yanked his phone out of one pocket. It was almost nine- closing time! He’d left here out there for a whole hour. She must think he was a huge idiot. Trying not to look too desperate and keeping himself at a walk, he went back out to the counter.

"Why didn’t you wake me up? You must have had your hands way full! I wasn’t at the counter alone for more than twenty minutes. You should have woken me up," he said, and a yawn spread across his face. He couldn’t help but yawn, and then blushed. Determined to cover this up, he turned and opened the cash register. They’d made quite a bit.

When he looked up again, the last party was coming over to return the shoes and pay. "I got this one, since you’ve already done enough," he offered, putting on a working smile and blinking the sleep out of his face. After taking all the shoes and insisting on spraying them himself, he looked up, wiping down the counters and everything. As he looked around the empty bowling alley, and an idea popped into his head.

"Hey," he said slowly. "Since I’m your ride home, do you want to play a quick game before we leave? You know, just for the heck of it. We can say that we’re ‘making sure that everything works,’ if you want."

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes!

WORDS ,, 417
TAGGED ,, ashley and the lovely lorelai
OUTFIT ,, click !
NOTES ,, sorry it’s so short. I was so pumped about posting this and them bowling. xD chancors ftw!
CODES ,, you are thinking !
" you are speaking ! "
" someone else is speaking ! "
CREDIT ,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION[/size]

[lorelai anchors]

○ ○ THE SUN HAS SET, I CLOSE MY EYES ○ ○

[/color]
-- I PRETEND EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT --



○ ○ DROWNING IN ANGER FROM ALL THESE LIES ○ ○
-- I CAN’T PRETEND EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT --[/font][/center]

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When he disappeared into the back, I took over the counter. It honestly wasn’t that bad. There were a few rushes, sure, but over the past few months I had learned to work quickly so it wasn’t that big of a deal. During a lull in business, I poked my head in the back room to see what Mike was up to, and noticed he had fallen asleep; I wasn’t about to wake him up. I noted that he was sort of cute when he slept, anyways, so I didn’t want to ruin that. I could handle things. By the time the last rush of the night had subsided, leaving two lone bowlers wandering up to the counter, I heard a voice behind me and I jumped to see that he had emerged from his slumber. I offered him a soft smile and shrugged.

“Sh, don’t worry about it,” I assured him, reaching out to place a hand momentarily on his arm to calm him down, “It’s not that big of a deal. I usually work the counter by myself while some of the others go out and have a smoke, anyways. I didn’t get overwhelmed, promise. Think of it as… A thank you for the ride home.” I busied myself with wiping things down and straightening out the shoes. As soon as the last of the customers left, I made my way to the door and locked it to make sure no one got the funny idea that they could come in and keep us here past closing.

When Mike brought up the prospect of bowling, I cocked my head in thought, looking around at the darkened alleyways. I hadn’t been bowling in years, despite the fact that I worked in a bowling alley, but it sounded like a fun idea. I didn’t want to go home anyways; it was rather boring there, not to mention full of tension. My parents had been fighting even more lately and my mistake was almost always a big topic of conversation. I hated it.

“Sure,” I answered finally, grinning, “As long as you don’t tell Barry that I plan to keep my flats on.” With a chuckle, I held up my foot to emphasize this then continued, “And you’re not allowed to laugh if I’m terrible. I can’t even remember when I was bowling last, so I’m sure I’m not any good.” I moved over to the computer and set up a lane in the middle, biting my lip while I readied a game for the two of us. Once I did that, I sauntered over to the bowling ball racks and ended up picking up the second to lightest ball; I had always been pretty weak, but the events of the past year just worsened it. As I took a seat next to the alley, I glanced up at him. “You can go first, if you want.”

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|| WORD COUNT || 501
|| LYRICS || Shadows by Red
|| CREDITS || Made by JAKKATAKK at Caution 2.0!

[mike chang]

ninety-nine red balloons ,
FLOATING IN THE SUMMER SKY
panic bells it's red alert !

Even though she continued to reassure me, I felt horrible about leaving her behind the counter to deal with the eight o'clock rush and was determined to make it up for her during the bowling game by making sure she had a good time. I'd even have her home at a decent hour!

"Well, I won't promise not to make fun of you," I informed her with a wry grin. "But I am pretty good at bowling. When my mom list her job and Barry let me work here, I used to do this all the time. We couldn't afford any entertainment then, so I found it here." I shrugged, and picked up a heavy green ball.

It was true. I used to love to see movies before mom lost her job, and after she did, every cent I made went towards her. The only entertainment I ever got was at the alley after hours. Six months of bowling? That makes for a lot of practice. 

With mock indignation, I tsked my tongue and shook my head. "Flats are horrible for the paintwork!" I exclaimed. "It's really all about the vans." I winked and waggled one checker-clad foot at her before stepping up to the machine. Cradling my ball in one arm, i pushed in the correct controls and our names appeared on the screen above us. Mike vs, Lorelai! flashed against a green background before disappearing behind a flash of fireworks.

Stepping up to our lane, I took a deep, theatrical breath and pretend to relax my face. Then, I straightened my arm, swung it...release. I ended with my legs crossed and left them there until I watched the flash of green hit the pins. A spare! Two pins on the left side still stood.

"Don't worry, I got this!" I assured her in my best Brooklyn accent, then grabbed my ball as it shot out of the tube. On the second try, I hit both pins down, and turned to bow in front of Lorelai. "Your turn, ma'am."

WORDS ,, enough! iPod post, sorry.
TAGGED ,, ashley and the lovely lorelai
OUTFIT ,, click !
NOTES ,, I don't know if it's log enough, and sorry for switching to first person. I wanted to try it.
CODES ,, you are thinking !
" you are speaking ! "
" someone else is speaking ! "
CREDIT ,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION[/size]

[lorelai anchors]

○ ○ THE SUN HAS SET, I CLOSE MY EYES ○ ○

[/color]
-- I PRETEND EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT --



○ ○ DROWNING IN ANGER FROM ALL THESE LIES ○ ○
-- I CAN’T PRETEND EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT --[/font][/center]

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I tugged down at the hem of my dress, stretching it over my knees. When he refused to promise not to make fun of me, I grinned and cocked an eyebrow. “Watch it, mister, I’m sensitive,” I joked, poking out my tongue playfully. My demeanor turned somewhat sympathetic when he opened up about playing when his mom lost her job. “This is a good way to occupy time, I’ll admit that. I’m glad you met Barry, then! You know what they say, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Right? I think that’s how the saying goes. But nevertheless, I’m sort of scared now that you say you’re pretty good. A little intimidated, rather. Looks like I’ve got to step up my game.” My chuckles turned into a laugh as he bantered back about our footwear. “Goodness, I should have thought to bring a pair. Oh well. We’ll just tell Barry that the paint was ruined by some unruly teenagers that wouldn’t listen to our desperate pleas for them to follow the rules.”

I already liked Mike. He seemed like a person I’d want to be good friends with. Sure, he was popular and probably wouldn’t feel the urge to speak to me outside of the work place, but he was extremely nice and playful. I always loved that combination. Someone sweet that I could joke around with always seemed to steal my attention. Perhaps we could be friends or something. Someone else I could bond with in Glee. The idea of making it into New Directions seemed more and more appealing by the second.

I was giggling gently through his entire show, biting my lip to try and control it. “Oh man,” I mused as I watched the last two pins down, and my gaze flitted up to the screen where “SPARE” flashed in bright, neon colors set against a dark background. “Nice one.” I was a bit afraid of making a fool out of myself, honestly. Despite the fact that I worked in the bowling alley, it had been ages since I picked up a ball. Heck, if I didn’t spend so much time watching people play the game all day, I probably wouldn’t have remembered how to even play.

I rose to my feet and grabbed my bowling ball, testing the weight of it in my hands. I swung my arm back as I took three steps forward, though at the exact moment of release my shoe slipped slightly and I lost my balance. While I caught myself before making it too noticeable, the ball flew from my hand and rolled into the gutter about halfway down. With a pout, I backed up and grabbed the ball again once it was spit back out, and this time I kept my footing as it bowled.

It was like a frickin’ miracle.

I watched as it slowly made its way to the pins, but sure enough, it hit the first and all of them fell in a domino pattern until only one remained. I beamed, obviously quite proud of myself as I spun around to face Mike. “Aha! Better step up your game,” I teased unnecessarily (because he was still winning and I was sure that it would stay that way), and I brushed some hair out of my face as I sat back down. “Your turn.”

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|| WORD COUNT || 574
|| LYRICS || Shadows by Red
|| CREDITS || Made by JAKKATAKK at Caution 2.0!

[mike chang]

ninety-nine red balloons ,
FLOATING IN THE SUMMER SKY
panic bells it's red alert !

"Pretty sure that’s the quote," I said, "But there’s only one problem. " Pause for dramatic effect… [color=3b92ceI’m not Jack."

[/color][/b] I grinned, then winked at her again, before going back to the work room to get a soda while she set up to bowl. When I came back, I was sipping at a Pepsi. I love Pepsi- I don’t see why anyone could choose coke over it. It has a sweeter taste, and I think cola is just bitter. Pepsi for the win! Well, anyway.

I sat down in a chair, legs hanging over the edges and wished I had some cheese fries. The fries at the snack bar were delicious! She prepared herself to make a shot, and swung the ball. Her form wasn’t horrible, but she stumbled and the ball rolled into the gutter. With a guffaw, I sat up and laughed. "Sorry," I muttered. "It’s not that you’re bad, really, but…you slipped. I was only halfway kidding about the flats, you know." I laughed again, but winked to let her know that it was only teasing.

She picked up a ball, and then rolled the ball back to the pins. It hit the front, and left all but one onto the ground. I clapped a little golf clap, and grinned when she taunted me. "If you insist, " I agreed, and grabbed my ball when my name flashed on the screen. I took the ball in one hand, and swung. At the last second, I realized I had grabbed too heavy a ball. I stumbled forward, landing with my chin on the ground in time to watch my ball thunk down the lane. I pouted, but then it hit the first pin with surprising force…and they all fell down! I jumped up and threw my hands in the air.

I wagged my tongue at her, then handed her the ball she had chosen. Huh, it was really light. I guess she just wasn’t as strong as some. Well, I shrugged it away and handed it to her, taking my place at the table again as I watched her take her turn. I liked her- she seemed like a good person, good take some teasing, and laughed at my jokes (always a plus). She was laid back, and since she was trying out for glee (and really, when did anyone get turned down from glee?) so he’d be able to see and talk to her then.
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WORDS ,, 408
TAGGED ,, ashley and the lovely lorelai
OUTFIT ,, click !
NOTES ,, sorry, that was really short.
CODES ,, you are thinking !
" you are speaking ! "
" someone else is speaking ! "
CREDIT ,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION[/size]

[lorelai anchors]

○ ○ THE SUN HAS SET, I CLOSE MY EYES ○ ○

[/color]
-- I PRETEND EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT --



○ ○ DROWNING IN ANGER FROM ALL THESE LIES ○ ○
-- I CAN’T PRETEND EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT --[/font][/center]

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I tugged down at the hem of my dress, stretching it over my knees. When he refused to promise not to make fun of me, I grinned and cocked an eyebrow. I really couldn’t remember the last time I had this much fun just hanging out with someone. I really didn’t do a lot of “hanging out”; there was the time I went to Rachel’s for voice lessons, but her finding my AZT had put a damper on that. And then there was the time when Quinn Fabray had started up a conversation with me and then invited me out to grab something to eat, which was fun as well, but I was pretty afraid that she’d end up hating me the entire time. But I found that it was rather easy to relax around Mike. He seemed to like me alright, and was good with being playful. I wasn’t too afraid of making a fool out of myself anymore because it seemed to me that he’d just tease me a bit if I did something dumb. So I relaxed; it seemed like a good thing to do, because I never got the chance to do so.

My eyes widened as he fell to the ground, paying more attention to him than the bowling ball. “Are you alright?” I asked, but he seemed to answer that by his excitement at the strike. I scoffed playfully and stood. “Not fair,” I shot at him with a bit of a whine in my tone, “When I slipped, I got a gutter ball.” With a playful, over dramatic sigh, I murmured a “thank you” as he handed the ball to me. The first ball I threw hit down three pins, and the next one hit down all but two. “Well, I’m doing better than I thought I would be,” I mused aloud, then spun around to face him.

With a grin, I stopped in front of him, my hands on my hips. “If anyone asks, I’m letting you win,” I joked, adding a quiet giggle to the end of it. I reached up to ruffle his hair before I left him to bowl, making my way back to the counter. After seeing that he had gotten himself a soda, I found that I was pretty thirsty. I couldn’t drink a lot of strong beverages, because it upset my stomach easily, but I supposed it didn’t matter if I had a soda every now and again. I got a cup and sprayed some ginger ale from the fountain into it, then returned, sipping at it as I watched him take his turn.

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|| WORD COUNT || 417
|| LYRICS || Shadows by Red
|| CREDITS || Made by JAKKATAKK at Caution 2.0!