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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