Answers To Ap Bio Lab 8

Baby Loves to Dance in the Dark.

Ave! (which, btw, was how Ancient Romans used to greet Ceasar xD)

Sooo, it's been a while since I posted something in that marvelous and international language that is english, but I've been busy writing a story (original, yay!) in italian ('cause I'm really not good enough to write awesome stories in english, YET ).
Anyway, my life is BORING. Really. It doesn't happen anything interesting at all!
Last interesting thing I did was coming out to one of my best friend. (oh, maybe I haven't mentioned it here before, but, I think I'm kinda gay, or bisexual, whatever xDxDxD ), so you see...nothing much, really *shakes head*

I passed the first ECDL exam (Form 2) with 100% *yay* me! Ok it was extremely easy, so? I don't care xD

Lately, fanfic_italia has been posting interesting challenges, for example, write a story of 4 words only.
I, of course, did it, because it looked like it was soooo much fun and indeed I totally found myself hooked.
An example?

New Slippers
I lost you already

Buffy: Buffy/Faith
I love hating you.

So here are my little frankestain(s). They're in italian.

Pantofola nuova
I've already lost.

Mixed salad topped
Sound of Music.


lamp lights up when I arrive.

Among puffers \u0026lt;
Pallino mine, I love you.

Heroes: Hiro.

Travel spacetime
"I think I'm"

Heroes: Claire / Gretchen

Flirt
"You have other useful skills?"

Harry Potter: Ginny / Harry-postDH


Day with Dad "You can survive i bambini!"

Buffy tVS: Buffy/Faith

Break Up
"Mi impaletti il cuore"

Sequel:
Make up
"Ti passo a salvare?"

And, those awesome people at that awesome community made a banner for the users that joined the challenge *-*
So, YEAH! I got my first made-of-win banner *-* Let's yay for the cat! :D
Here it is:
Me is ridiculously happy xD

Anyway, my new Glee OTP is Brittana!! Brittany/Santana! *-* They're just CANON guys! (And I have never EVER seen a character more adorably dumb than Brittany! cause the square root of 4 is OF COURSE Rainbows!XD )

PS: I am in love with Lady Gaga (Just stop giving her shit, people. She's an awesome talented bitch. Period.)
And Bad Romance, Monster and Dance in the Dark are my new addictions. <3
I mean, just LOOK. And be in AWE. *O*

Harley Davidson Saying

Fic: Conversations Toilet V

Titolo: Toilet Conversations
Fandom: Originale
Parte: 5/5
Rating: PG-13
Conteggio Parole: 2772
Riassunto: "Forse dovremmo davvero pensare all’eventualità che a qualcuno venga il bisogno di venire in the bathroom, you know? "
Warnings: Femslash , language.
Notes: Any reference to things, events or real persons is purely coincidental .(*-*) is all from my little brain.
And here finally the last chapter. I must say that I really enjoyed writing it. I'm pretty happy with how it came this story. Thanks to everyone who commented and encouraged me. I hope that that chapter does not disappoint you (:
Once again thank you very much mystofthestars for betato chapter: Thank you very much! \u0026lt;3
Enjoy.

I. Looks
II.Attraction
III.Lists
IV.What 're you thinking about?

Toilet Conversations

V. Names

The fifth time I spoke to him in that bathroom ... Well, actually it was not just a talk to me, but more of a turn to the lips here.
I was leaning with his back to the sink, writing a message, "Yes, I own a mobile phone-a friend of mine about how beautiful rainy afternoons when you had a free house. Really not bad I can assure you. If you understand what I mean.
I looked up when I heard the bathroom door creak on its hinges.
A mischievous smile was painted on my face at the sight of which she closed the door leaning with his back, a smile to my face equal.
not waste any time.
She had never been the type to get lost in conversation, anyway. My
"Hey" was quickly smothered her lips as she pushed me back, the edge of the sink that I pressed against the lower back.
He had been very demanding, Miss, when it comes to make-out sessions .
not seem to mind the fact that someone could have entered every minute and catch us red-handed. Or somewhere else.
Far be it from me from complaining. Only a fool would complain about something like that.
My only concern was that then do not ask how the hell he took a picture of us end up compromising on Facebook. Of course, had not yet happened, but I was absolutely convinced that if we continue like this, it was just a matter of time.
I have to admit that a compromising picture of us I would put myself on Facebook, only to see the kind of feedback that people would do.
To my bad luck, Gossip-Girl-mania had infected me.
smiled against his lips, and I slightly moved away from her.
-You know, I think, to be new to this sort of thing, you're definitely a talented student and above all very enthusiastic. Oh and I forgot, enterprising. I always forget Enterprising .
But you know, I get the feeling that you could never, ever do the secret agent lovely Alice.
She laughed and, taking me by the hand, dragged me down the toilet in the corner between the wall of the cubicle and the wooden wall with the window that looked out on the hill.
-I know, I know, anyone could enter, bla bla bla. But this can not wait, you know, this morning is that I want give you a lesson for the shot that I've played on Saturday. Do not make those pictures to treason.
Needless to say, our meeting went fine.
course, was initially a bit 'weird, and I did my usual fool, like playing on the intercom wrong, or stumble over again. But the best part was when he started to rain. We had a ride to my house, but we get wet the same. Just then I had a photo taken by surprise, and I had absolutely refused to delete it.
I shook my head, pretending resignation, while her back against the wall, drew me towards him taking me from the edge of my jeans apart.
-So you're always beautiful, and you know it.
She smiled mischievously, a few inches from my lips.
-Hmmm, I know. But I like to hear that.
I kissed her, putting even more effort than usual in it leave you breathless.
Indeed, in making us breathless. She cheerfully seconded
, making his hands wander through my hair.
knew that I was crazy when he did. The
my hands, so far against the wall, resting on her hips, and found the hem of her shirt, slipped slightly below us, skimming her skin clear.
I heard her jump a bit, 'and scostai me a second, uncertain.
She smiled and pulled back a tuft from his forehead, reassuring me. You
-cold hands.
I laughed, sighed deeply with relief. I did not know if I had gone too far.
After all, we were still in school. And we were together only a few days.
-Come here.
I kissed her lips, and replaced my hands on her hips, just below the shirt.
Our silent struggle shooting, but had lost the impetus of instinct, and acquired a sweetness that slowed movements and stretching the times. I could not decide if I preferred the first or second mode. Both were trying to my stomach the strange sensation of a lack of gravity.
I categorically refuse to call them butterflies. I do not understand where this romance is all butterflies in the stomach. I mean, you think it's really a nice thing to have real butterflies in your stomach? Thank God I never had the pleasure of trying, but I'm sure that it is not just a great feeling.
-Maybe we should think about the possibility that someone may need to be in the bathroom, you know?
I managed to mutter between a kiss and another.
not really bother me quite a hoot to be discovered to kiss a girl in that dilapidated bathroom, and as a result of being outed the rest of the school. Because I would have to import the rest? I never made much of people's opinions. And then, a few years time and I would be out of that dismal place. What worried me was how he would take her. I did not know how far she was willing to go. I did not know if it was sure what he was doing or not. Better to do things quietly, and it first to get used to the idea of having a girl . What
that was managed pretty well to what I was experiencing.
-Hmmm, no.
I chuckled against her lips, stroking her cheek.
-E bases its claim on that assumption?
She looked up to heaven.
-The assumption that I'm kissing you, and if someone breaks I will be really furious. Including you, Miss-I-not-use-word-plus-short-of-ten characters.
chuckled louder but did not say anything, while she drew on her lips pulling for the purple scarf - subtext color anyone? - I was wearing that day.
Imagine the scene. Are We There Yet, in a narrow corner of the bathroom, to join a breathtaking kiss, my hands under his shirt, its one of my hair. Scene perfect, and definitely unequivocal.
understand well, it was too good to be true.
That idyllic scene was in fact broken by the exclamation unfortunately and cruelly suppressed most original in the world.
-Oh My God!
That stifled exclamation had the power to take us almost a heart attack.
jolted both instantly and parted from each other.
It was there that the lips of my girl-I can not really get tired of repeating it, came the cry-lamiaragazzalamiaragazzalamiaragazzalamiaragazza most cliché of all the world of cinema, an exclamation that for my part, I have always adored.
-not what it seems!
Try to understand me, a passionate film and television as I grew up with bread and Buffy, with a sprinkling of Friends and several other comedies, and with the secret ambition to one day say things like: Soon taxi, follow that car !, could not have done otherwise.
laughed loudly.
Really? It is not as it seems?
She looked at me annoyed. He raised his eyes to heaven, but I saw a half-smile on their lips.
finally I moved my gaze on the reason of the interruption of our idyllic time, and recognized her as one of friends of my girlfriend. He had a stunned look on
face and frantically moved their eyes from me, the adorable girl next to me pouting.
I continued to laugh, almost doubled.
I could not stop. The absurdity of the whole situation I was overwhelmed.
I think the reason why the abdominals belly hurt after laughing so much, it is because they are working a lot. Once I worked out the theory that if I could laugh at a certain number of minutes a day maybe I could do without going to the gym. Too bad that when I proposed the theory to my mother, she did nothing but burst out laughing in my face.
-Ok-she sighed - It 's exactly as it sounds. But I can explain, Sere, really.
Her friend leaned heavily on the radiator, proven by the vision of a few minutes before.
-Sky, Claudia, you really have a good reason to be here with you even doing .. well, what were you doing? I
reappears, clearing my throat. I threw a look at Claudia.
showed no signs of nervousness or fear, it seemed only slightly annoyed that her friend was taking so melodramatically.
there it was my girlfriend. I knew there was some other reason I liked it, in addition to being smokin 'hot . I'm not that shallow, I do.
-You are right, there's not much to explain. She's my girl. All clear now? If you have something in hand, you can go, but please, please refrain from making other such comments.
I felt his hand firmly grasping mine. I shook it.
not think it would surprise me more than he already did. Yet there was success.
I was left completely speechless. I would not have said it better known.
His voice firm had the power to stir something in her friend, who had the decency to blush and stammer a few words of apology.
-You're right, I'm sorry, I've only slightly taken aback. EMH, was that she wanted to leave Luke?
Only the fact that the former boy called Luca-no, I never heard his name before, made me want to laugh again. Why come on, Luke was not gay?
Luckily I managed to restrain myself. In my mind flashed a giant neon purple LOL, next smilies as XDXDXD . Not for nothing that I boasted of being a nerd.
her expression softened and her lips broke into a smile.
-Si, is crazy right? And it all happened here, you know? In this bathroom!
Indeed, our history is one of those to be told to posterity. Still hard to believe.
-But then, you're ...?
-Lesbian? I do not know. I know you love me and I want to be with. You can call me anything you like. While I am his girlfriend, all names are fine. The rest are just names. How important? And then, you know that I enjoy to hear people speak ill of me ...
I put my arm around her waist and she snapped a kiss on the cheek. I saw Serena
smile, a bit 'embarrassed and look away.
"Well, then I leave you. Do not worry, your secret is safe with me.
I raised my eyebrows.
Who said it was a secret?
-Who said it was a secret? You do not understand what I said before? I do not care what people think. Why should it be a secret? I love it when
anticipates my thoughts.
laughed and kissed her lightly on the lips, unable to contain his enthusiasm.
Serena looked at us a bit 'surprised, but all in all, happy. I was really surprised how well things had gone. I say, not well, beautifully.
-Oh My God!
Did you know that would happen right?
Claudia and I do not even took the trouble to jump this time. We shall limit ourselves to break away slightly and looking up to heaven.
The newcomer was a classmate of mine this time.
-Sam, what are you doing??!
I sighed. As we had to make the situation more obvious than it already was?
-What do you think is doing?
Claudia, amused, kissed me again to scandalize CompagnadiClasse # 1.
It was then that I remembered something important.
My classmates never went out alone.
-Oh My God -
Did you hear that noise? That was my point of endurance which was hit by a train.
If I heard another banal "Oh My God" I would probably burst. I did not know whether to laugh or cry, forces a mixture, but I could not really anymore. In short, I thought, a little 'fantasy of damned if you must not cry?
My girlfriend had to notice, because he turned quickly to her friend.
-you can make the explanations, Sere?
The friend shrugged and nodded, while CompagnadiClasse # 1 and # 2 looked at us, even without words. I just could not understand what there was to remain so speechless. There had mica caught having sex in the broom closet. That I could understand it.
"But where are you going?
Claudia took me by the arm and dragged me away dall'angoletto towards the bathroom door, as quickly as possible. I liked when he took command. It was even more beautiful than usual. I felt vaguely
Serena talking to my classmates:
"Then, perhaps before you sit down, shall we? It seems to me that the posts are not lacking here ...
When we looked out of the bathroom.
The laughing was just the next logical step.
I had just witnessed a scene from American comedy. No, more, I had just lived a scene from American comedy. My life could not have gone better.
In less than ten minutes I had coming out of three people, and also I had brought my new girlfriend. I could easily calculate that for recreation, he would not talk about something else for school. In that moment, however, the corridor was empty, and it was just me and Lei
I looked intently into his eyes, enjoying his smile.
-You look fantastic, you know?
She tilted her head, and then gave me a kiss on the nose.
-You too.
was all so surreal. I, you, the school, our companions. Only his touch was real. It was everything that my senses could perceive as true.
This was the effect that she did. In addition to me spontaneously sprout a smile every time I could see even a wisp of her hair as she turned the corner.
My Lips surfaced a mocking smile as I leaned against the wall behind me, giggling, and thinking back to the expression of our unexpected visitors.
-But did you see their expression?
laughed. He took my hand and pulled me behind her as she began to walk toward the class. In the school hallway that used to call the course, because was always full of people coming and going, caretakers who chatted with students and professors, and in general, students who fled from crowding of their classes to find a bit 'of inner calm in the walk along the corridor. Do not deceive you, there was no miracle happened because the passage was free. Apparently it was an ongoing strike by the staff that day.
Can I visit you in class sometime?
As for me, she could move in too. But maybe that would take away all the fun in our meetings to the bathroom.
-Every time you want. Although, I must say that the bathroom will always be my favorite place.
-E I can fuck the Kinder Delice?
-Oh no, I'm sorry but the Kinder Delice is mine. No way.
-It 's true that chivalry is dead, eh!
The conversation became more stupid by the second, but this was nice, being together without any complications, making speeches totally stupid and pointless.
I always thought that fairy tales were nonsense. I mean, who believes more in the elusive Prince Charming? If I first had some doubts, certainly I had stopped believing in the moment Xena had seen on television. I remember thinking that Prince Charming was not even remotely "strong" as Xena, the Warrior Princess.
As you see, ten years, I had already learned all of life. No, the tales do not exist, but it's nice when life makes you think that perhaps something can go as in fairy tales. That might not be forever, but who needs forever, after all? None of us will live forever. We just need to believe in forever. But all that is required of us is now, today, the present.
My girlfriend wanted to titled this story Toilet Smoochies , because from that moment, that bath was for the most part our basis for that purpose.
But I told her straight out that I had a dignity to maintain, and Toilet Conversations that would definitely be a better name. It's a little 'funny, but it's the perfect name for a modern fairy tale and surreal as this, a story that is not a fairy tale, who may not even have a fairytale beginning, maybe that has neither princesses nor principles, or shimmering witches and even castles. This tale has only a dilapidated bathroom, no toilet tissue, moreover, a moody character and nerdy, the other brash and narcissistic, but perhaps unable to enter the happy end to end.
That's not a forever, but it's a lived happily ever after.
And I do not spit on mica.

The End

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Converse All Star Price: € 75.90
Etnies Price: 85.00 €
Tokidoki Latte T Price: 109.00 €
Rome Tokio Hotel Concert Tickets: 82.00 €
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Belt High: 16.00 €
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In less than a week. I'm ashamed of me, especially because I'm not like that. Never spent so much on clothes '-' I feel like I want to look for someone who does not have power, especially at school, with the result of spending a lot of money on clothes that do not deserve it such expenditure. But the sweatshirt absurdly beautiful, let's face \u0026lt;3 and also the converse. And etnies, aw * _ * other things I have not found it anywhere so I can not show, but oh well

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Fic: Conversations IV


Title: Toilet
Conversations Fandom: Original
Party: 4 / 5
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2244
Summary: "Are you thinking you want to kiss me"
Warnings: Femslash , language.
Note: Any reference to things, events or real persons is purely coincidental .(*-*) is all from my little brain.
This chapter contains an impressive amount of fluff. Attention xD I hope you enjoy (: Thank you very much
mystofthestars for betato chapter: Thank you very much! \u0026lt;3
Enjoy.

I. Looks
II. Attraction
III.Lists


Toilet Conversations
IV. What're you thinking about?

The fourth time I spoke to him, he had the legendary damn cell phone in hand.
I went into the bathroom and she was already there, leaning against the radiator in his pocket, the other to hold the object of my previous insults. The curly hair was longer than usual, perhaps due to humidity. Indeed, that day the school seemed a most suitable environment for the penguins to us poor students. In addition to boredom and heart attack by now there was another question that was threatening risk our lives freezing. I was wondering if that was more often a school or a concentration camp. She looked not
I just felt inside. He picked up the phone to me with annoyed look.
-We believe that before he left me?
's face had an expression so highly indignant that made me want to laugh. Fortunately I managed to restrain myself. I had the feeling that not much would have liked to be mocked.
I went to her smiling, and leaned his hands on the radiator to the sides of his body, so find me in front of her, leaning slightly forward, neither too close nor too far away.
-Oh yeah?
-Yeah! I was going to send him a message asking him to leave so I could see us and suddenly I get a message from him saying that he met another and it's over.
You realize, what he dared to do?
seemed really annoyed to have been dumped. Or give up the joke about the weather, though.
I'm not complaining. I had just received excellent news. I never thought would happen so soon. I nodded, feigning outrage in a way that I could have called almost a caricature.
-Yes, as has dared to give it up first!?
She tilted her head and eyes thinned.
-are you kidding me or something?
I pretended to think about something for a second.
No, why? She pulled a
slap on the arm, but there was a smile on his lips.
-Come on, do you really think that I was thinking of your thank-god-a-ex-boyfriend?
Really.
That guy I had passed the second of the same mind in which she said had left her.
I had only made the kid a favor.
She put down the phone in his pocket and started playing with my keffiyeh.
That day he wore a yellow and black. At home I had something like six or seven, all different colors. At school I was known for my kefie me. Everyone was asking me where I could find them.
I told them whenever gliel'avessi said after I was supposed to kill them. Who knows
as it sounded much better than a sensible answer, address and name of the store.
He gave me a mischievous look.
-What were you thinking then?
-I bet you can not guess.
I squeezed the eye and she raised an eyebrow.
-But I'll bet it was.
Normally a person was not particularly fond of betting. I'd rather avoid, even when I was sure to win, because at the very moment in which I bet I was not sure of anything. At least I had the assurance that I would never gamble.
But this time was different. It was impossible to guess what I was thinking. Even
I knew exactly what went through my head that crazy. It was as if I were thinking about so many things at once that I could not understand a single one.
-Let's do this, if you pick, I give you a kiss. If you do not guess, it's you to kiss me.
She laughed.
-But it makes no sense. In both cases we win, right?
shrugged and indirizzai a mischievous smile.
-What was the purpose.
laughed again.
-Ok. I'm there. In my opinion, you're thinking how charming I am today.
He ran a hand through his hair, moving from the neck and over his left shoulder air of a diva.
-You just dipped in the ocean with a pedalo orange and blue.
She frowned.
-What would you suggest, I'm sorry?
I pretended not to know what he was talking about.
A girl has to get revenge somehow.
He made a grimace, his eyes narrowing.
-you're taking revenge for what I said last time, right? I cacciai
the language.
She laughed and pulled me a punch on the shoulder.
I was wondering when he would stop hitting me or if it would become a habit.
not give me so uncomfortable. Indeed, to be honest, I liked it.
I had always been the type to be playful punches and slaps. It had taken time to understand that hug and kiss people worked much better than to punch, but playful.
But the important thing was to have succeeded, no?
-Ok, I grant you for this time. So you're thinking ... What do you ask me out. Faeces
a wink.
-shotfirer.
She tilted her head to one side and looked at me mischievously.
last session was free from all those false inhibits shy girl.
She was anything but shy.
-Are you thinking you want to kiss me.
My smile became softer and raised a hand and placed a lock of hair behind her ear.
-What I think forever. A slight
blush rose to her cheeks, but his eyes remained stationary. Fixed on mine, for a full minute.
blink his eyes and went back to roam on my figure, without stopping on a fixed point in particular. His fingers were playing with the threads of my scarf instead. He smiled.
-Okay, I give up. But before submitting to a penalty which, alas - I really miss-but not because I bet is a bet-I want to know what you're thinking.
My eye moves on the window behind her, staring absently bright blue sky and fluffy white clouds. Watching the sky has always been one of my favorite pastimes. Raise your eyes and see a quilt so blue I always check a smile. I always ask myself: How can I be sad if the sky is blue so fantastically?
-I'm thinking three years ago I was decidedly unpleasant.
She wrinkled her nose.
-Why?
-Well, you were more clever, more beautiful and infinitely more popular than me. And even more arrogant. And now we're here, so peaceful and we are having a conversation with a logical sense. I must I admit that it is almost like living another life.
I smiled smugly and nodded.
But I was not finished yet. In fact, I had not even begun.
-I'm thinking that I have not succeeded so many important things in a stupid dingy bathroom without toilet paper. It will probably be the only bathroom I'll remember all my life.
And I'm thinking that I want to kiss you on the nose, to bring you to a concert, to know you better to know the name you gave to your barbie when I was four years old, hold your hand, to beat me at bowling even though I hate losing , to share popcorn at the cinema, to engage playlists and write the message, good night. I mean to do all those stupid things I've always made fun of. And I have no idea when all this happened. I can not understand is when did this change because I would not be realized. And the most absurd thing in all this is that I do not care. When, how and why this happened I do not care the slightest, because I feel good hour in here in this stupid bathe with you.
And that's all that matters at this time.
I had never given voice to so many of my thoughts. Yet now they were there, sounds flickering in the air, and thoughts that do not overlap in my head.
It was almost liberating.
blushed and finally moved his eyes on her.
There was a look of surprise in his eyes.
Then a broad smile.
-Come here.
His hands were getting into in my hair, ruffling the hair short, and drew me to her. The brushed up my nose, and then were his lips to touch mine.
I moved to my hands on her hips and drew her to me, as she deals extensively with the kiss.
no point trying to describe a kiss. I tried many times but each time they always go back a flood of sentimental cliche or descriptions, as used many times that makes you sick.
I firmly believe that we can not describe a kiss, because in any case would not be enough justice. In this case, was even more impossible to describe. Because I could not think. My brain stopped. It was on strike. Do not connect more. Simply, the thoughts they had stopped jumping up and down, there was nothing. Everything that I felt that my senses were felt. Her body under my hands, his lips on mine, her hair tickling my cheeks.
And I did not need another. For the first time I I was in the moment. I did not do anything but be in the moment. Maybe that's what some musty old Latin had meant by Carpe diem . No, not fish today. Seize the day.
Her hands came down on my hips, while my going up to her face.
I heard her smile against my lips.
I moved away slightly from her, leaning my forehead to hers.
-Why are you laughing?
She pulled a pen from the pocket of my jeans with a chuckle.
-you really bring something to write eh.
hid her face in the hollow between his shoulder and his neck, laughing.
Yes, any problems?
I ruffled his hair even more and kissed my cheek.
-Hey! You tickle it! And anyway, no, certainly not! In fact, you gave me a better idea.
I left just enough to look at her face and looked at her curiously.
-What did you think?
made me a wink, and approached them at the wooden wall of the cubicle closest he wrote something with the black marker. When he stepped back and I could see what he had written, I burst out laughing.

We found that in this bathroom is always missing the toilet paper.
E 'has been proven that this lack improves relations interpersonal.
So long live the non-existent toilet paper!

embraced her from behind while she was still laughing looking at the writing. Finally
in that bathroom someone had written a memorable sentence.
They should have put it in some book of aphorisms.
I was sure that several hundred girls and boys would be approved.
Well, I thought, look at that level of improvement has led us, the lack of toilet paper. Okay, maybe that was the reason behind virtually everything, but it was certainly necessary to give that initial nudge.
Maybe I should stop trying to make work properly with the brain her around.
was a totally lost cause.
He turned in my arms and smiled at me.
-You know, nobody has ever said anything so nice. Well, to tell the truth, not so strange, but it is precisely for this reason that I like. Can you always amaze me.
-Well, I would not brag, but ... modestly.
I liked this atmosphere, playful, always on the cutting "O beat you or kiss you."
blew the lock of hair that stood in front of his eyes so unnerving.
I laughed. It was so cute. The
moved the offending clump behind the ear and kissed her again.
At that exact moment I heard the bell ringing, the sound muffled by the closed door.
She drew back and saw a slight frown graced her beautiful lips.
Have you ever heard the joke about "Saved by the bell?
Believe me, they are more numerous times when the bell ruin the fun, the times when someone saves. Or maybe it's just my proverbial bad luck to get in half each time.
-Should I go ... I put
a grudge, too, as she gently freed from my grasp.
took her hands and drew her to me again.
I kissed her, playing with his fingers. She freed her hands and pulled me down to her taking me by the shirt collar, making the kiss deeper and more turned on than I had imagined.
About a minute later, or perhaps several light years, broke the kiss, but gave no sign of wanting to move from my arms. Her eyes were closed and a satisfied smile graces those lips that I never get tired of kissing.
I had shortness of breath, a little 'to the amazing kiss just experienced a little' to the vision that I had before.
-Exit with me tonight.
She opened her eyes and looked at me intently.
-Ok. But now let me go, otherwise I can not get out of here. The liberal
making them do a turnaround. He laughed, shaking his head, and left the bathroom.
I leaned against the doorway and looked back in the classroom.
He gave me a mischievous look for a moment before closing the door.
did not know what I was doing. Alice was not only environmental good and fast, had become the Queen of Wonderland, depriving any other queen who could be the first. And the Mad Hatter was completely bewitched by her.
I ran a hand through his disheveled blond tufts and walked towards my class, for a very boring and absolutely incomprehensible, hours of Physics.
sank his hands into his pocket and clung to whistle the catchy tune of Love is in the Air .
Another day of school in which I could not think of anything else.

Starcraft Fishmaster 190 Specifications

my business. Question

So. Here they are. The infamous date.
Padova Rome Turin Milan. All of distant from the hole where I live. I was prepared to argue and accuse and blackmail, and I did not need to do anything.
I was already armed for battle. "A March to April are in Italy." I say to my mother.
She said, "It was time. It's been over a year since we went to Modena, no? "
Me:" o.o''and I thought he wanted to change the subject. So I tell you the dates and are ready to challenge whatever it says.
But there's no need.
"You okay Rome? This year it is impossible to make two, Milan and Rome a day after another is impossible. Your father does not leave us. "
And I always like this ---> O___O. There I stayed until my mother turned on the PC and you are not putting a check Online shop closer to home, and photos of Palalottomatica to see what people buy to get closer.
What can I say. FINRA does not ever surprise me. But basically this is my mother, a constant surprise.
I love so well.

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Just Feel Better u_u


fanfiction for those who follow the info below the cut u_u

In practice, many (well, not many '-' only carly, I think XD) know that I had problems with the PC. In fact it was broken. Nothing did, though, as I had all important files to another PC, much older and no internet, only that I used to write. But when he broke the most new pc I downloaded the internet on the old one, and well, maybe there was to be expected. Patapum. Could not stand the (was there to understand it, poor thing, went back at least to the '15-'18) and something like the hard drive is gone. Inside were not only twenty chapters of Just Feel Better, but all the stories I wrote from my eleven years on, and you have not saved anything. I'm still mourning, mind you. There were horrible things, but I was fond of her. Just imagine the situation, immedesimatevi in me and think that maybe you would take my own decision. Do not rewrite anything that is lost, because I write. Do not rewrite anything twice. I had enjoyed those five chapters, they were also beautiful, long and right now I have no strength to get back down to redo. I will not ever, I prefer to dedicate myself to something new - and quite frankly, better, then why was not anything that JFB. My only regret is 2:00 to 3:00 for those that followed, here. First tobi_kaulitz carly and who have not lost even one chapter. I thank them and all the others, princess_izzie, she_can_see_you, kleiner_teufel, all short, and sorry if I forgot someone. You made me get on with your comments. But enough is enough with these melensaggini, it 'XD I do not know if anyone will read this message, it seemed right to give notice u_u thanks for reading. And mo 'enough' I said solemnly, that it is not dead XD anyone see you next u___u
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Snowboard Rail Diameter

Fic Toilet: Toilet Conversations III

Title: Toilet
Conversations Fandom: Original
Party: 3 /?
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2498
Summary: "Oh no? And what would be your type? "
Warnings: Femslash , language.
Notes: Any reference to things, events or people real is purely coincidental .(*-*) is all from my little brain.
This chapter was difficult to write. On the other hand, I came out much longer than the other two. Although I'm not particularly sure, to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Phew, I need a betareader. Does anyone have any advice for me?
Enjoy.

I. Looks
II.Attraction

Toilet Conversations
III. Lists

The third time I spoke to him, was a bit ' like being in an alternate dimension, where everything was possible. I was leaving the bathroom in peace, when I saw her coming towards me at a quick pace. I did not even have time to greet her, she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the bathroom again. He closed the door behind her - I still find absurd that our bathrooms have a lock and no toilet paper - and then turned to me.
-We need to talk.
I offered her a crooked smile.
-I did not think we were already at the stage of our relationship where you drag me into the bathroom to "talk"
She ignored my line and I pointed a finger at.
He could at least have the decency to blush. It was not much fun otherwise.
-I'm not attracted to you.
I looked at her, feigning surprise a quite false.
-Ok, honestly, I did not expect that you wanted to really talk.
I pulled a punch on the arm.
Since it was so in confidence by starting a fight? It was only the third time I spoke to her after years. Ah, these kids today.
admit though that that I'd just gone to look for.
-You could be serious for half a second?
I took his hand behind his neck and scompigliai my short hair. I loved it since I had them cut. I enjoy getting to pass her fingers through irregular clumps without the slightest care not to mess up.
-Ok.
-I am not attracted to you. And I do not care if you think otherwise.
Oh no?
-No. And I also have a list of reasons why I can not possibly be.
He took from his pocket a crumpled sheet of notebook paper into rectangles and folded into two parts.
My eyebrows snapped up.
This was new.
For some strange reason I think this is incredibly cute. And, even though it was against my interests, I still consider it a lovely thing.
A-list eh? I struggled for
suppress a smile, but apparently did not work much, because she gave me an irritated look. Actually I was not going to take it around. Not then, anyway.
I smiled because I loved lists. I used to list all the time.
Lists of books, lists of series, lists of stories, lists of friends, to-do lists, lists of things to do, lists of objectives, lists of pros and cons. A lot of lists. Ironically, the only list that I never had a shopping list.
He cleared his throat.
Then I looked sideways and began to read.
-list of reasons why they could not possibly be attracted to dot dot dot.
bursts out laughing.
I wanted to frame it that list. And I had never even read.
-dot dot dot?
She blushed.
-Well, not I could write your name right? If someone had read
... I shook my head, chuckling.
dot dot dot. That girl was always more fantastic.
She snorted in a perfect expression to the " whatever."
-One. You're a girl.
I looked up to heaven.
This was really trivial.
really really trivial.
E anche un colpo basso.
-Oh andiamo, non ti sembra un po’ troppo ovvio? Che cosa pensavi che fossi, un elefante?
-Ma è vero. Sei una ragazza. Ed io non sono attratta dalle ragazze.
Le agitai un dito davanti agli occhi e le feci un occhiolino.
-C’è sempre una prima volta.
Lei incollò gli occhi al foglio, cercando di non far salire il rossore alle guance.
-Due. Non sei abbastanza bella.
Che stronza.
Questo era peggiore di un colpo basso, era un dito in un occhio.
Assunsi un’espressione risentita e incrociai le braccia al petto.
Non ero vanitosa- almeno, non poi tanto- ma non sopportavo quando la gente judged by appearances. It was something I hated.
-Hey, look a bit ', because they are not as beautiful as you, does not mean it is not good enough. Each of us has a different beauty. It is called charm, thanks a lot. Which has nothing to do with the attraction of an emeritus cabbage.
She looked at me a second to see if I'd actually taken.
Then he pulled back a lock of hair from before his eyes.
-Maybe you're right. However, you would not be my type.
Oh no? And what would be your type?
-Short hair, medium height, it makes me laugh, who has character, which is sweet, that fascinates me ...
I smiled at her triumph, making the victory sign with his fingers, that is, two fingers raised to form a V, for the uninitiated that a lack of knowledge so fundamental.
The sign of victory. I did not think there was something more nerd in the world. Apart from perhaps the greeting of the Vulcans from Star Trek. But there I was fond of her. Most of my photos from my little sign of victory was immortalized forever as a memento of my set for the Pokemon. I just made the victory sign a philosophy of life.
Well, perhaps philosophy is a big word.
Basically, I was just twelve years. She blushed
furiously, and hasten to explain.
-And it's a boy. Obviously. Anyway: Three. You dress too country.
No, this, I really did not deserve it.
-I do not dress country! Just because I have a thing for the checked shirts and striped country does not mean that I dress. I dress American. T-shirt over his shirt. Or long-sleeved top with a t-shirt. Jeans. Ubiquitous keffiyeh and colored Converse.
that she will inform each other.
But still. My style was more than cool.
was shiny. Probably not according to the canons of haute couture, but I do not think she dressed high fashion.
Come on, Miss liked wrestling !
She laughed at my expression of indignation.
Despite the injuries to my pride, it was nice to see her laugh.
I love making people laugh. Bring that little 'daily serving of laughter to survive the day. E 'edifying. Forward a bit 'of my enthusiasm. Be useful.
her smile was a goal. It meant that he felt comfortable with me.
I pretended sulking for a few seconds. Then emerged a wry smile to my lips.
-E, however, even the clothing counts as a factor of attraction.
She snorted.
-Four. I have a boyfriend.
-This does not change anything. Did you know that man is polygamous by nature?
-Five. I'm not a lesbian.
-It seems to me just like you're scrambling. She
incinerated with his eyes. But
-Holy God do not like it at all!
-Any excuse you give for denying the evidence does not suit me. Give me that. The
tore the sheet of hand, departing from its scope.
I had never seen her writing. It was ... nice.
Ok, no, actually it was quite incomprehensible - not that it was my then-best ... but found it almost soft.
Maybe I was sick. It was not normal what I was thinking.
Where was all the cynicism of the mysterious past two days?
What was that stupid idiots avalanche of adjectives as cute, adorable, and the worst of all, soft? Damn. I hoped it was not what I thought it was.
I concentrated on the piece of paper crumpled in my hand and I found an interesting surprise at the end of the paper scribbled, crossed several lines, but still legible.

list of reasons why there may be a very remote chance I is attracted to dot dot dot.

I turned toward her with a mischievous smile.
He tried to recover the package, her cheeks flushed. I moved in the left hand, holding it away from her.
-I had mentioned this other list, which is much more interesting.
She blushed even more.
-Why does not make sense, since there is not even the very remote chance that I'm attracted to you.
I shook my head, with the expression of disapproval of the teacher who listens to the students shoot nonsense questions.
was time to prove my skills in terms of lists.
a second I stared into her eyes and took a wink.
-Let's see little 'to do this too. It is not only the right to write against. Even the pros deserve a chance.
I pulled a pen from the back pocket of your jeans - I can not help but bring a pen behind wherever he goes. Who knows what might happen-and, leaning against the sheet on the wall, I added some points quickly to the new list.
She left me to do, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying not look at me. An operation was not succeeding particularly well, if I may add.
Not that I were not complaining. It was more a gloating inside. A few minutes later the
returned the sheet. She
air taken cautiously, as if it were a time bomb ready to explode.
raised my eyebrows, and I signaled with his hand to read it.
-One. Dot dot dot is a girl.
smiled at his confused expression.
-This is the first reason why you're attracted to me. Think about it. If I were a guy, I do not look twice.
-This is not at all-
Sbuffai and put my hand on his arm.
-Go ahead, please.
I looked indecisive, then rested his eyes again on the sheet.
-Two. E 'smart.
Some things had to be such clear and round. There was no time for modesty. Three-
. It 'exactly my type as well as a large-
He looked up and looked at me in disbelief of what I had written.
I did not think it could be blush so much for such a simple thing.
I approached her, taking her hands from the sheet and put in your pocket. The
scostai a cowlick from his face in a gentle caress.
His eyes were fixed on me. Do not stir. He did not do anything.
I felt I was holding my breath.
I tried not to get distracted from his eyes, but it was hard to look away. She is completely in my power, the arms hanging at your sides.
may seem ridiculous to say now, but I happen very often such moments.
Especially not in a school bathroom with the girl so, it was already obvious, I had taken a terrible crush. Not that it had been intensional. Indeed. I had not planned any way. I did not think would ever deign to compare myself about my long looks of appreciation. I did not think we'd get to this point, at this moment, on the heels of each other. A distance which continued to decrease and I could not stop, too absorbed in his eyes that said one thing, closer, closer. My mind was completely
emptied. There was only one solitary thought that ran like one of those bales of hay in the abandoned cities of the old western movies.
she was not to be in my power. I had to be completely at his mercy.
And the thing I did not mind not nearly as much as it should.
-...
kisser ... "she whispered, a warm breath on my lips.
I saw her close her eyes, while my left hand rested on his side.
was so close. So close.
A sudden sound of his knuckles against the wood of the door made us jump and move away from each other.
-Want to open this door? There is only you in this school, whoever you are!
I knew something would go wrong. Something always goes wrong when everything is going beautifully for several minutes. Never be that lady luck stops knocking - or to prevent someone from knocking at my door-case.
If there was one thing I hated was to be interrupted at the climax.
She ran a hand through his hair, releasing a big sigh.
I looked intently into his eyes.
-Si, a moment, now open! Despite
when he said, showed no sign of wanting to move. His voice
was a little 'hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time.
He cleared his throat slightly, and finally lowered her eyes.
-Well, I should go ... I will be wondering where my friends are over.
My companions probably had not even noticed my prolonged absence. Or if they had noticed, have thought that I had fallen into the cup, or something like that.
I have this tendency to the ground. And they are not exactly the most loving companions of the world. I nodded
plan, showing to understand his need for space.
smiled. Just a smile. Genuine. True. Warm.
She replied to my smile a smaller but equally bright.
He bowed his head and turned toward the door, starting to walk.
I leaned against the wall, do not take my eyes off her.
There was something fascinating to see people leave. Fascinating, and a bit 'sad.
fascinating because I always hoped that the person I was looking at my eyes and perceived it was running with a smile. Sad because it never happened.
would be really something fairytale now if she was running and I smile, I thought.
But this was real life. And things like that never happens.
In fact, she turned and smiled at me. It was not so banal.
He stopped with his hand on the handle, unsure what to do.
Then he turned and he did something that I would never, ever expected.
And beat my mental film was something he really deserved an Oscar.
in two steps was again so close I could count the freckles on his nose very clear.
I kissed his lips quickly. He kissed me. You, miss- They are not attracted to you - I kissed her. It was not anything special, just a slight touch of the lips, a chaste kiss to die. A promise. I knew it was a promise.
And I knew from the look that gave me a second before turning and leaving.
A look uncertain, a bit 'confused, but which contained a promise of something more. A confirmation that what had happened in the past three days, three days more absurd in my life, would not be forgotten in a drawer or thrown in a wastepaper basket.
He turned the key in the lock and opened the door, slipped out.
I leaned with one hand at a rickety door of one of the cubicles, and I let myself go a long sigh. I touched her lips with two fingers, still incredulous.
My life, so long remained under my control, I had missed hand.
But the thing that scared me more was that I liked. I liked not being in control of anything. It was intoxicating.
-Are you okay?
I looked up to the application made to me by one of my classmates, just entered the bathroom.
I nodded slowly. Then he chuckled, shaking his head.
-Si'm fine. No. I'm just fine. I'm fine.
The girl raised her eyebrows, uncertain.
-Are you sure?
I walked towards the bathroom door, still chuckling to myself.
-course. I just had the strangest conversation of my life.
Apparently Alice was learning quickly the rules of the game. It was only then that I
noticed that the wrinkled sheet with two lists was no longer in my pocket.

Car Subwoofer And Amp Packages

Fic: Conversations II Toilet

Title: Toilet
Conversations Fandom: Original
Party: 2 /?
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1684
Summary: "I wished that people had a little 'fantasy nell'imbrattare the bathrooms."
Warnings: Femslash , language.
Notes: Any reference to things, events or real persons is purely coincidental .(*-*) is all from my little brain.
Yes, do not ask how did I update so fast xD * O * Stick to comment
Enjoy.
I. Looks

Toilet Conversations.
II. Attraction


The second time I spoke to him, I was seriously considering the possibility of possessing psychic powers.
I was leaning against the radiator, the bottom of the bath, not a real need for heat, but more a matter of convenience. If I had to fuck might as well be comfortable.
Apart from the fact that the damn heater was one of those old-fashioned, not those modern dishes, and I was anything but comfortable. It's better to stand like an idiot, though.
had been all morning in the middle of my thoughts. Infiltrates, hopping from one thought to another as if in an old video game Super Mario Bros. Thank God that did not resemble in any way to nano whisker of Super Mario. But it was more or less the same thing. Score points by collecting all the scraps of thoughts and memories I had of her, and kicked every other concept that sought to enter, for example, because it developed before the Industrial Revolution in England than in other countries. Not that I give a damn about the Industrial Revolution. But my brain automatically assimilated now, trained by years of study more or less continuously.
Yet despite all the training, nothing could beat the damn girl bouncing in my head.
With those thoughts, she mostly, I leaned in that radiator, and it was with the same thoughts, still floating in my synapses, I saw her in person-and no, non-hopped into the bath with air quieter the world.
I opened my eyes. This
I did not just see it coming.
Maybe I really started to develop psychic powers. Even though I did not really understand what kind of power was. Mind Control? Premonition?
She looked up at the bottom of the bathroom and met my gaze.
I hastened to take his eyes, pretending to be incredibly interested in, and suddenly some old graffiti probably tens of years on the wall
.
Anna, Mary and Ludovika amike x SMPR
VVUKEUMDIBXS
wished that people had a little 'fantasy nell'imbrattare baths. If you must
soil, I thought, then do it with a decent sentence, not a stupid acronym that even the winner of a national competition to have trouble deciphering acronyms, or even worse, with a stupid song an eternal friendship with people who in a couple of years do not even know of your existence.
I wanted people to grow up sometimes.
And that she was approaching at that moment.
I did not feel ready for the second round. I had just had a quiet day.
This meant that I had to improvise. Perfect. Let the show begin. Or the match. But these were trifles. I
scostai side, making them a bit 'of space.
She leaned her back against the radiator and took his omnipresent cell phone. I began to find it rather unnerving.
I made a sigh and turned his head back, leaning his head to the glass behind me and closing his eyes for a minute. For a few minutes, just because I knew she was looking sideways. Half-closed eyes lazily and looked at her. She hastened to look away, bringing it to your phone.
I struggled not to bring out a smile to his lips. She was curious. That was certainly a good sign. There are countless proverbs on curiosity. Too much curiosity pushes the bird into the net. Curiosity killed the cat. Curiosity is a woman. All have one thing in common: curiosity is dangerous. And in this case it was merrily from my part.
opened my eyes, straightening up, and slipped his hands in his pockets. I hated when my hands were doing nothing. It gave me a strange feeling of emptiness.
-You know, I have a boyfriend.
At that moment, the only thing that came to mind was a huge, incredibly sarcastic duh?! to Cordelia Chase.
what you think, it was a novelty for me? What trasalissi by surprise?
I admit to not understanding the feminine gender, sometimes. And to think that there are also inside. Imagine the boys. I guess they do not even have the faintest idea. Poor devils.
-Oh really? And I thought that that guy you were kissing was in your heart cousin!
She glanced incinerator.
-There was no need to be sarcastic.
shrugged.
-E 'I do not understand where you going.
His gaze shifted to the wall, reading between the graffiti without actually seeing them.
-and ... I thought I understood. And ... - I saw her looking up with a resolute air. - And I'm not that way.
raised my eyebrows. The girl was still a surprise that day.
I wondered how it would end the conversation.
-And how would excuse?
-I'm not ... I mean, you ... not - blushed slightly and looked away, you went to pose for the umpteenth time on graffiti ultracervellotici duty.
Aggrottai the front, waiting for it to continue. Strange. I did not expect for so little embarrassed. He must have lost some 'of his cheek. Too bad. It was one of those sides of her that I hated and found both extremely attractive.
took a deep breath.
-You do not like you.
I did not bat an eyelid.
-Not even you.
And it was true. I did not like. Not in the sense of the word.
I was just extremely attracted to her. Magnetically drawn to her.
He rolls his eyes, turning suddenly all his shapely figure to me. It was not the least fat or big, but it was equipped with all the delicious roundness of the girls I know that many despise and seek to resolve. Think what you want, but both sides are well-turned much better than a size thirty-six. Anyway, his whole body was toned and fit, trained by years of volleyball. Everything you could tell her, but it was not bad or ridiculous. Definitely not.
But his expression at that moment made me an incredible desire to laugh in the face. I would have liked them to have a camera to take a picture and then make fun of her for life. That means it would be fun. What
-!??!! There
-speak for years. Do not you know. Why would you please me? My answer
quiet and calm had the power to collect her jaw off the ground.
But it was still a bit 'confused. The imagined as Alice in Wonderland, which fall in the rabbit hole, looks around wondering where is. Alice
Do not worry, I'll guide you through this wonderful Pese, you do not have to worry about if you stay with the Mad Hatter. Or rather, the Mad Hatter. But then those are interpretations.
-Ma ... So ... Why devil continues to look at me?!
Oh. That was an invitation.
-I like watching you.
watched her blush, with an annoying smirk on his lips.
I knew this would flow into a tailspin.
It 's the kind of thing that sends me on tilt even.
It 's the kind of things that make you melt if one look and said with a sincere smile. Something incredibly romantic.
But it's also the kind of things that irritate and make you blush at the same time so incredible, if such an ambiguous smile and a sly look in his eyes.
was not time you use the first method. Not yet.
When the going gets tough, the tough start to play.
I searched his eyes, but it was elusive. He looked everywhere but at me. His eyes rested for half a second even on old urinal wall dating back to when the boys belonged to the bathroom. This was the level to which it was reached but not to look. Inexplicably, I found it extremely entertaining.
He tried to regain composure. And his stronzaggine. But now the shell was broken.
-What ... What you say makes no sense.
was time. It was time.
A grin surfaced to my lips.
I turned toward her, so we were face to face.
was time to see if she was willing to go into the maze of rabbit hole.
-... I think - I took advantage of his confusion to pull his hands from his pockets and lay them on her hips. A discharge of electricity went up from the tips of my fingers to my brain. The
pushed slightly toward the wall behind her and pushed her while I continued to talk.
- ... Whether you need a quick lesson on the difference between love, if you can call it that, and attraction.
She did not oppose any resistance. The surprise and disbelief to what was happening made her incapable of doing anything. Her eyes were dilated, his mouth ajar.
When he was up against the wall, add all the senses, put my right hand on the wall, right next to where was his head, while the other held her hand on her hip, and accorciai the distance between us, to be a few inches from his face. I heard her breathing speed up slightly.
-Attraction, is that what you are feeling at this time. It 's the heart that increases your heart rate, breathing accelerates, the temperature rises, sweating increases. It 'hard to fight something, impossible to suppress.
walked away a few inches of my face and smiled, winking.
-So, you see, the attraction does not always require love. And 'the love that requires the attraction.
unplugged from the wall to the left hand and gently slid open the side of his neck.
felt a shiver his part at the same time a shiver ran down exactly like me back.
I finally moved away from her, and took a step back.
smiled at her cheeks red and his expression of dismay, and I made a teaser.
-Think next time.
I looked for another second.
However, as a first attempt at seduction of my life had not gone bad at all.
I paid to have the power to read minds at that time. Who knows
if Alice had liked the first impact with the Wonderland.
I turned my heels and left the bathroom without saying another word.
Ghignai myself.
seriously begin to worship the output effect.

Sewing Pattern For Tuxedo Jacket

Fic: Conversations Toilet

Title: Toilet
Conversations Fandom: Original
Party: 1 /?
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1630
Summary: When a bath school becomes something more than just a school bathroom. "Why you looking at me all the time?"
Warnings: Femslash , language.
Notes: Any reference to things, events or real persons is purely coincidental. (I always wanted to say xD) It's all in my tiny brain. Except maybe the bathroom. If I were to imagine a bathroom certainly did not imagine a crappy xD
so I wrote this from one to three in the morning. Apparently, the inspiration has come back to mommy *-*
do not know what will come out, let's see how this goes, while the second part is in production in my tiny brain buggy above.
Enjoy.

Toilet Conversations .
I. Looks

The first time I turned the word was at the sink in the bathroom of the school.
I had just finished washing my hands and I was trying to dry on a bit 'of toilet paper in the frigate nearest toilet cubicle. She came in and casually, leaning against the wall in front of me, pulled out his cell phone pocket, starting to write some kind of message I wonder which of his many children.
Not that it was easy, or else, simply, was quite popular.
And I could well understand why. The
scoccai a sidelong glance.
More than a glance to tell the truth.
say that I stared in a very little secret for a full minute, the time it took to me to be at least satisfied. She lifted her eyes for a second mobile phone.
caught red.
I laid my eyes on the paper, now reduced to small pieces mushy, with whom I should clean my hands from germs.
Of course, I thought. As if this school there was something that worked.
Sbuffai heavily, trying to clean my hands, now covered with tiny balls of sticky paper on the back of his jeans.
-In this school no wasted even to buy a roll of Scottex stupid eh?
was a bit 'a shock. Hear her speak directly to me.
Not that I had never spoken before. But that was a long time ago. Almost three years ago. When I still thought it was a little girl mounted. When I was not yet illuminated by the splendid vision of kissing Shane McCutcheon Carmen De La Pica Morales in a recording studio.
They say that in life there are times when you feel it take a different turn. Moments when suddenly you realize something, something that had always been there but were never able to fully grasp. They are called Eureka moments. I wish I had one of those moments only to jump out of the bath and go around the house shouting "Eureka!".
In fact I had I had a Eureka moment. Only a little was left 'hanging in limbo, as something artificial, not real, as one of my stories. It 'was the moment, or rather the process by which I understood that I would never have been able to stay with a being of suspicious contraptions hanging in the groin area. I was simply not capable.
-Uh, yeah. What school of cock.
I had not even thought that was the answer I just slipped from my lips. When my brain was put on stand-by and let her do the language, that became quite loose in terms of language. And of course because of other things. But this, as they say in the most unnerving fairy tale is another story.
She stared at me for half a second, almost uncertain, then put the phone in pocket, took a step forward.
-Why?
His voice was strong and determined.
I knew exactly what he alluded to, but I had no intention to make the game easier.
-Because this is a school of cock?
She snorted again and took off a curl of blonde hair from before his eyes. Her hair attracted me incredibly. I think it was the thing that I liked her. Her beautiful blond hair and between the brown, long and curly defined. Above all, I liked the way they moved on one shoulder, exposing one side of the neck. Drove me crazy. Why
- I fixed all the time?
My eyebrows snapped up in a perfect simulation of surprise.
Being in theater group for two years in a row had taught me something after all.
-Who, me? And why should I stare, I'm sorry?
-That 's what I wonder too.
-you will be wrong. I do not drive.
She folded her arms around his chest. Oh. At that moment
programs is to erect an altar and sacrifice some beef (Harry Potter figurine) nerd to some god, for inventing low-cut shirts.
-I'm not stupid, you know. I see it. You look at me all the time. And I want to know why.
-If you notice that I look at you all the time, means that you look at me all the time. Then you turn around the question: why look at me all the time?
She blushed slightly, but did not abandon its militant expression.
It was nice to see her blush. Especially for something said by me. I gave a half smile.
-Do not talk nonsense. I do not look at you all the time. But I feel your eyes on me. It bothers me.
-Oh yeah? I thought you liked being the center of attention
-not without reason. And whatever you do not know me.
-So you admit that you like to be the center of attention.
-So you admit to look all the time.
He looked almost triumphant as he said. I remember when it was crushed and point, and with that same expression on his face was then to fly with our hands held out to her. He was always a good thing to have it in their team, for training. Its powerful were crushed.
I leaned back slightly with the wall behind me, relaxing the tense muscles of the neck and shoulders. Then he smiles mysteriously at the girl before me. Oh no, he would have won.
-Who told you that I look at you?
She was a bit 'crowded out by demand, but recovered almost immediately.
-I just know.
-star I might even watching someone else in your group.
-No, I feel your eyes on me whenever I go out of my damn class. Even when they are alone. Especially when they are alone.
I had no idea how he managed to make it look like a simple look like the most obscene thing I have ever done. And sexy. Foul and sexy. I did
shrugged. Pass?
-I do not understand why do you insist with this story.
-Look, if a person stares at me every time I enter his field of vision, at least I'm interested to know why. Do you speak ill of me? I do not care. Speak well of me? I do not care. I just want to know why. The rest does not matter. The
admired and looked a little 'surprise. The conceited girl with the mania of the command had grown up. But you know, the leopard not change its spots.
Yet the answer once again I escaped his lips before I could think properly.
-I do not speak ill of you. She took a
ghignetto of victory.
-So, you admit to staring at me whenever you can? I picked up my zen
air as fast as I could. This time it was impossible not to respond.
shrugged again.
-what game are you playing?
She frowned.
-In that sense I'm sorry?
-Are you going to disgraced in front of your friends, or worse, in front of the whole school? She took on a
between the astonished and outraged.
-You know I would never do that.
-No, I do not know.
She bit her lips and then gave a shrug of the shoulders, looking at the guilty look of a girl who was caught eating Nutella from the jar with your finger.
-Ok, maybe I would. But not before he knew why.
I looked intently into his eyes. The first round was ending, the gong was going to play, and everyone would be back in your corner drinking a bit 'of water, to lick their wounds and come up with new moves to land the opponent. She had always liked wrestling.
I leaned toward her slightly, not enough because our noses are touching, but enough to touch my hot breath on his ear. I felt her shudder almost imperceptibly. I gave a half smile.
-Power up little brain, beautiful, then there can be many reasons, do not you think?
started walking towards the door, but his hand on his arm stopped me. It was the first time I touched by the hand of those jokes three years ago. I was able to repress a shudder, but the feeling was still strong. I was incredibly aware of his hand on my skin.
His eyes were almost hypnotic. I could not take his eyes.
-A game you're playing? His expression
embarrassed and stops at the same time. It was one of the few people I knew who could look strong and decisive with red cheeks. The stamp of His voice was slightly raised compared to the subdued tone he had adopted for the duration of our conversation. It had never seemed as beautiful as at that time.
smiled cryptically. I love to wrap
aura of mystery that inevitably disappears once known my personality. So, when I can, using a bit 'aura of suspense that remains, given by my blond hair and light brown gaze always a little' directed towards something indefinable in the distance. It 'a deep look, if seen from optics of a person who has never seen them laugh. Once a girl told me that after seeing my eyes it was impossible to watch them laugh again without smile at least for a second. I thought it was one of the nicest compliments I could ever do. But the mysterious air
will always be my ball.
I gently extricated his hand and I scostai a tuft of hair from her face.
-Maybe I'm not playing.
I was not there waiting for his reply or see his expression.
I went out quickly from the bathroom and joined the class in the blink of an eye. I knew he was watching me. I knew that would not end there. I had caught his attention.
as I closed the classroom door and I sat in my place, a smile made its way slowly on my lips.
The game had just begun.
Dopotutto, mi era sempre piaciuto stare al centro dell'attenzione.

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Busy Being Me & Heroes Fic: Cliché'd

So, the new television season has begun and I'm following a good part of the tv-show on air, so, I don't exactly have much time,  but I just HAD to write this one. I mean, I just couldn't wait for the next episode. Actually, I STILL can't wait, but that was the only way I could find to stop thinking about it.  I think Claire and Gretchen are just about adorable. I already loved Claire, but I liked Gretchen from the moment she started speaking. What can I say? I've a soft spot for nerds <3 (Willow *-*).
Anyway, right now I'm following Glee (amazing btw, Kurt is made of awesome!!), Heroes, Dollhouse(Eliza Dushku *-* , Amy Acker, Joss Whedon, Do I even have tell you why?), Bones (David ^___^), Flash Forward, Skins and Chuck (as soon as they begin) and some episodes of Gossip Girl (not that much, though).
It doesn't seem enough to you? Well, I have to study for school, I'm doing the ECLD exams this year, I'm starting to study for the CAE exam, I'm doing Spinning, I have lots of good books to read and, even if I may not look like it, I do have a social life. xD
(And that's not even everything!Just the main things xD)
God I love being busy <3


Title: Cliché'd
Characters/Pairings: Claire/Gretchen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3809
Warnings: femslash. (Yes, I write femslash too, something against it? Well, get over it. xD)
Spoiler alert: S4 general situations and characters,inspired by the 4x05 promo
Summary: "I'm not stalking you!It's just-" This picks up what the 4x05 promo left out. Just a quick scene, nothing much.
(And no, I do not know how to wait. xD)
Disclaimer: Everything about Heroes belongs to the NBC. I own absolutely nothing.
PS: This is unbeta'd, and also, english isn't my native language(I'm italian), so, sorry for my mistakes.

 

Cliché’d.

 

-I’m not stalking you! It’s just…

Gretchen didn’t know an easy way to tell Claire the truth. What she did know was that she was going to lose her if she kept acting like that.

She was on the verge of tears.

-Gretchen? Just what ?

The taller girl fixed her gaze on Claire’s eyes.

This was gonna be bad. Really bad. But she couldn’t keep everything inside anymore.

It was now or never.

She sighed heavily, then she took a step forward.

In the next few moments everything happened so fast, that Claire wasn’t really able to tell how Gretchen’s lips ended up gently kissing hers.

Let’s be clear, It wasn’t that mind-blowing breath-taking legs-melting kind of kiss. It was just a simple kiss, and it lasted no more than two or three second. Yet, it was enough to send a shiver down her spine. Enough to leave her shocked and without a single word to say.

Gretchen’s eyes were a bit teary, but she had a small smile gracing her lips. Lips that a few moments ago were on hers. Claire was practically goggling at her.

The brunette took a step back, but didn’t stop looking into Claire’s eyes.

-I..I kinda have a ginormous crush for you, Claire. I’m so sorry. I just didn’t want to freak you out, and ruin whatever it was we were building.

-I…emh…I-

Claire looked a bit overwhelmed.

-It’s okay, it’s not like I expected you to actually return my feelings or anything.

She laughed nervously, fidgeting with her fingers.

The blonde sat down on the bed behind her.

She needed a minute to wrap her mind around the fact that she actually…

-Liked it. I liked it.

She whispered to herself quietly.

-What?

I kissed a girl and I liked it . She half-smiled.

How cliché . She shook her head in amusement.

Gretchen took a step forward and sit and on the very edge of the bed.

-Do you want me to move out?

She kept her voice low.

Claire looked like she was doing some serious meditation. Which was…well, strange. She was smiling most of the time, but now her expression was between serious and amazed.

The brunette could almost hear her brain puffing and panting .

-Claire?

The girl in question closed her eyes for a second.

-Gretchen, I’m…confused right now.

-I can underst-

When she opened her eyes again, she smiled lightly.

-But no, I don’t want you to move out.

Gretchen breathed away the air she couldn’t remember she had been holding.

Claire gently brushed her cheek with her fingers. When did she get that close?

-And now, I want to try something.

She whispered, her breath on Gretchen’s lips.

The girl froze. What’s happening?

She couldn’t think straight. Not with Claire that close to her. To her lips. Well, actually she was never able to think straight when she was with Claire. She was amazing.

And now she was sitting there, less than a breath away from her mouth. She couldn’t take it.

-Claire- The whisper died on the soft lips of the blonde when she kissed her.

It wasn’t like the one from a minute before. It was a soft caressing of lips, a light touching of tongues. Claire’s left hand went up, sliding under Gretchen’s hair, stroking the back of her neck, the right still cupping her cheek, while Gretchen’s hands let themselves fall on Claire’s hips.

It was…incredible.

It wasn’t like Claire had never kissed anyone. Hell, she kissed plenty of boys before. But kissing a girl, kissing Gretchen, was such a different experience. It was like she was in a fairy tale. She would probably be lifting her right foot right now, if she was standing.   Because she was corny like that.

When the kiss ended, the blondie rested her forehead on the crook of the other girl’s neck, hiding a small smile.

Gretchen was amused.

-Superpowers, excellent taste in book and a good kisser. You kinda left out this last part.

-Yeah, didn’t think it was that important anyway. Or that you cared, for all that matters.

Gretchen blushed and was about to reply something when Claire pulled away her head from her neck. Though, she noticed, the girl didn’t break the physical contact between them, only sliding her right hand on the side of her neck.

The brunette was practically beaming. Claire thought she was so cute with that goofy smile of hers.

-So, Supergirl , wanna give it a try?

Claire smirked and then assumed the most innocent face she could manage, though the mischievous look in her eyes was betraying her. She murmured slowly:

-I have never done this before.

Gretchen laughed softly.

-Well, I would hope not.

She breathed in reply before going for Claire’s lips for the second time that evening.

An evening they sure hadn’t planned to go that way.  

But hey, college is about reinventing yourself, right?

And no one was going to complain, anyway.

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Improbable notes an unlikely trip

Saturday was a strange day.

There was confirmation of my cousin and for the first time in a long time met all the family. Or at least all the relatives of mother. And we are many.

However, were all there. Yeah, well ', all except my father, but when did my father is?

In short, there was the mass (God's been ages since I've been to church. Maybe because I'm an atheist, WTF) and then we went to eat. And the strangest thing is that, well, 'I do not regret at all this evening, because I enjoyed it. Although there is no one my age in relatives, except for a cousin - all brats or all old people. It was ... nice.

Me and my uncle - and he, cabbage, is the kid of all, Peter Pan of our day - we had to comment on the level of fennel growing in my brother's. Hell, white jeans - and so far there is nothing wrong - and pink shirt . I am the first to hope that both gay and mate with his best friend, since they are the perfect couple, but at least does not hide his homosexuality truism. However

dinner did nothing but go around in his designer sunglasses from millemila €. You can slag a lot of money in something that, for me, is as useless? Bah. _. fact is that these glasses are gone soon. Me and my cousin we marched them to him literally from under the nose (really, can you be so stupid?) And he has stumped around half an hour before we did find them to him under his napkin. That said, his figure of shit is not no one took it from him. Then

photos, be it ', and an outlet under the table of sweets, but these are must for family reunions. The fun came when they had to go home.

Uncle Peter Pan was so drunk he had to drive his wife. Between her and my mother have been active in an impressive sequence of maneuvers intricate to exit a parking lot that was enough to engage the reverse gear and steering. Office complication simple business. Or a woman at the wheel constant danger. Meanwhile, my brother was lavish in a commentary to describe all operations Guido Meda, and most radio Subasio (the only radio that gets that little box that my mother called machine) went crap music.

Uncle Peter Pan out of the car gesturing like a madman driving tips and threw his wife - and she obviously did not listen to one chip only - and when I finally was able to exit the parking lot has left his uncle on foot. I would have done it myself. So

He climbed into our car and we have fallen into the ranks of the car behind his wife's relatives, who knows all the streets and knew how to get home, but let's face it, driving is a landslide. While we were in a queue at a traffic light uncle Peter Pan fell and got back in his car: he wanted to make sure his precious Mitsubishi arrived home safe and sound.

Then my aunt wanted to steer at a crossroads, but it went along and did not, so his uncle fell out of the car and went up in protest with her grandmother. Needless to say she is tired after like five minutes of his talk and has returned to where he came.

Eventually we went home without damage. Very strange, yeah.

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Which Firefly Character Are You? Paper Towns

You are:  Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic)

You are good at fixing things. You are usually cheerful. You appreciate being treated with delicacy and specialness. Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic) 70% Malcolm Reynolds (Captain) 60% Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic) 50% Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command) 45% Jayne Cobb (Mercenary) 45% Derrial Book (Shepherd) 45% River (Stowaway) 40% Alliance 35% Inara Serra (Companion) 25% Wash (Ship Pilot) 20%

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My favourite character is indeed KAYLEE!!!<3 She's so freaking adorable *-*  And I love Firefly, it's amazing! And, of course, Joss Whedon is God.

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I love John Green. I loved An Abundance of Katherines and I absolutely loved Paper Town s. It was like I'd read this book just when I needed to. And Margo Roth Spiegelman is just about my new hero. So, if you do not know it, just run to the nearest bookshop and buy it!, it's your lucky day since my review of the book is just past the cut. ;)

Paper Towns
by John Green

“ I’m a big beliver in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle .”   Margo Roth Spiegelman.

  Margo Roth Spiegelman is an enigma. A beautiful enigma, if you ask Quentin Jacobsen, but still a big unresolved enigma. Nonetheless, when she shows up at his window in the middle of the night, and takes him in the most exciting night of his life, made of vendettas, breaking and entering’s, he cannot be anything but stunned. But the real quest of the solution of the enigma begins the morning after, when Margo Roth Spiegelman is nowhere to be found, like she has disappeared from the face of the earth.   Following the little clues Margo has left him, willingly or not, he begins to search for her, discovering in the process that Margo Roth Spiegelman is lots of people. Everyone has a different Margo in their mind, like she was not a real girl, but just an idea of a girl, different from person to person. Struggling to find out who Margo Roth Spiegelman, the girl of his dreams, really is, Quentin thinks about life and friendship and love and future and death and somewhere along the way he understands what Margo was talking about when, looking at their small city, she   said it was just a paper town, with paper boys and paper girls, caring about paper things. Quentin understands that paper towns are everywhere, with bi-dimensioned people, thin as paper, and everyone loves just the idea of the other, because all they can see is their paper faces, and everything is so fictitious and that’s the reason she left. Because she was a paper girl too and she didn't want to be anymore.   A modern tale about a girl wanting to find her place in this paper-thin world, where nobody cares about things that really matters, and a boy,   ready to give everything to find her, to understand her, and growing up in the process. But what if Margo doesn't want to be found? What if this time she doesn’t want to come back? Quentin has learnt is lesson this time: not always everything is about getting the girl. Sometimes is just enough to find her.

 

Written amazingly well, with witty dialogs and brilliant characters,   Paper Towns makes a surprisingly real portrayal of teenagers, by describing their uncertainty towards the future,   their want to grow up fast, but most important, their need of freedom, the freedom to think, to talk, to just walk away and leave, and change their life and make everything better, without having to ask permission to anyone, without thinking about the future. Margo says: “ Now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future ”, and what she really implies is “ And the present? What about the present? Isn't it worth living? " If I had a cent for every time I have asked this question to myself I'll probably be rich right now. xD