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Post by antonybastian on Nov 8, 2006 0:30:56 GMT -6
Antony sighed, relieved, as he finished making his room his own. He looked at it, half of the room decorated in technicolor photographs and scenery-shots, random indie band posters pinned up here and there, and a messy dresser with random objects cluttering it up.
It was Antony's dorm. It was perfect. He walked over to the dresser, lifting up a lighter, which he wasn't supposed to have, and lighting an incense stick. The smoke began to waft through the room, filling it with a delicious aroma that made Antony's senses go wild. He shook his head, walking to the window and opening it slightly, the breeze swirling the incense smoke through the room and out of the open door. The white linen curtains billowed in the breeze, a shadow being cast across Antony and his half of the room. As he walked towards his bed, his signature blue Pumas made no sound, and his jeans gracefully brushed the ground. He fell to his knees, rummaging under his bed for the composition notebook he used as a journal.
As he retrieved it, he jumped atop his bed, classy egyptian cotton bedding fluttering as he did so. He drew his legs up onto the bed, sitting in his usual indian-style position as he opened the journal, one hand reaching into the chest-pocket of his navy blue polo to retrieve his charcoal pencil. He always used it to write in his journal.
Ah, this was his room, and he loved it, even if he did have to share it with someone else.
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Post by kylieanderson on Nov 10, 2006 22:57:14 GMT -6
Since Antony had previously had no problems getting into Kylie's dorm room, Kylie figured that she would have no problems getting into his. Surprisingly when she walked in there was no one there to tell her that she couldn't go in. Some security system, huh? She made sure to quickly make her way to her boyfriend's room so that she had a smaller chance of getting caught.
"Dorm fourty-two," the female whispered to herself as she rushed towards a hallway, after seeing a sign with an arrow.
Once she reached that hall, she began to walk slowly, so that she wouldn't pass the door that she was looking for. Apparently the guy's dorm wing was older than the girl's since the floor sqeaked under her feet. She stopped walking, and looked down at the floor board. She then looked around to see if anyone was around or coming. Nope, no one. She continued on her way.
Soon enough, Kylie was standing in front of the door that belonged to the dorm of Antony Bastian and Oscar Lyon. After knocking, Ky leaned on the frame of the door. She held a picture in her hands.
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Post by antonybastian on Nov 11, 2006 0:37:23 GMT -6
As Antony wrote in his journal, he reached under his pillow and grabbed a remote, starting up his stereo.
He wrote away, losing himself and beginning to sing along with the music that was floating around the room,
"Oh My God, this hurts like Hell
I had that dream again
Where I was lost for good in outer space.
So tell me Doctor, how to shake
A waking nightmare that is only worse
When I'm sleeping..."
His voice blended with the music, matching note-for-note with the song pouring from the speakers. It was Jack's Mannequin's acoustic version of Kill The Messenger. One of his favorite songs.
As he lost himself in the music, and his writing, he felt completely at home in the world, until his peace was interrupted by a knock. He quickly tossed his journal down, kicking it under Oscar's bed in a panic, and walked over to the door.
He peeked at who it was, then grinned, forgetting all about his journal. "Kylie," He whispered, blushing when he realized she must have heard him singing, "Uhh...I guess you've discovered that I sing." He said, laughing lightly and kissing her, feeling the softness of her lips.
"It's been too long." He whispered, barely moving away from her.
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Post by kylieanderson on Nov 11, 2006 13:38:02 GMT -6
She nodded some, glancing at the groud as she did so. She was trying to hide her red cheeks from him. It had been so long since they had seen each other, so it felt like they were starting their relationship all over again.
When her face had returned to its natural color, Kylie finally looked Antony in the face. "Yeah, it has been too long. That's my fault, I'm sorry, Antony. I have so much going on." She looked away once again as she could feel her face heating up. Her cheeks were red again. Ky felt bad for not having as much time for Antony as she thought she would have.
Kylie bit her lip softly. "I saw your sister at work today." She glanced down at the light blue scrubs that she wore on her tiny body. "It took me a while to beat some information about you out of her," she said with a small smile.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Are you busy? The rest of the day is free for me."
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Post by antonybastian on Nov 11, 2006 15:07:41 GMT -6
"Yeah, I am busy," He said, smiling, "Because I'm going to spend the rest of the day with you."
He invited her in, turning the music down, and walked over to the mini-fridge that was inside of the closet.
"Want a snack?" He offered, pulling a snowcone out of the freezer compartment for himself, "I've got tons of good stuff." He grinned, unable to hide his joy.
"I'm glad you're here. I was about to go to your dorm, in about half an hour, to see if you were there." He said, then he noticed the picture she held, "What's that?" He asked, nodding his head to the music that was barely audible.
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Post by kylieanderson on Nov 11, 2006 15:18:19 GMT -6
She shook her head when he offered her a snack. "Nah, I'm fine. I probably have to go to my parent's house for dinner later, and the cooks are going to try and fatten me up like always." She walked into the room, and closed the dorm behind herself. "Don't worry. I'm not going over there until ten so that I know my parent's are asleep. We'll have all day together."
Kylie glanced around the room. It looked so nice compared to her room. She was surprised that the boy was such a good designer. "You need to come and make my room this amazing," she stated while walking around.
"Oh!" she quickly turned around when he had said something about the picture in her hands. "This is for you." She extended her arm so he could take it. It was a sepia picture of him during the pillow fight that they had in Kylie's dorm. "I hope you like it and find room for it." she smiled at him.
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Post by antonybastian on Nov 11, 2006 15:30:16 GMT -6
Antony grinned as he took the picture from her, his cheeks flushed.
"I have the perfect spot for it." He said, walking towards his dresser. He opened a drawer, pulled a frame out, and slipped the picture in.
"It's a really good picture." He remarked, setting it down dead-center on the dresser. "Thank you."
He moved towards her, smiling, "So, let's catch up." He said, "How've you been lately? Very, very good, I hope.
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Post by kylieanderson on Nov 11, 2006 15:37:30 GMT -6
She nodded. "Yes. Very, very good is a good way to describe it. And how have you been? It's hard to keep in touch with you when your sister steals your phone. I've learned that she can be quite the little brat."
She felt comfortable there, in Antony's dorm. There was something about him that just made her happy. She could be herself around him and she really liked that.
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Post by antonybastian on Nov 12, 2006 2:23:36 GMT -6
Antony laughed, "Brat is an understatement." He said, sighing. "But I've been good." He answered, smiling.
"Do you want my dorm phone number?" He asked, gesturing towards a small red phone that was resting atop a shoebox on the floor. "Nobody really has it, so..." He trailed off, leaving the sentence incomplete. He had suddenly noticed that the corner of his journal was sticking out from under Oscar's bed.
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Post by kylieanderson on Nov 12, 2006 11:40:49 GMT -6
"Well," Kylie began, "you could give it to me, if you want, but I can't promise that I'll ever call you on that number. I'll probably forget that I have it and end up calling your cell phone a million times."
She noticed that his attention had been directed towards something on the floor. She wasn't going to be nosey about it though, so she didn't look over. "We should catch up," she whispered as she took a step towards him, and gave him a light peck on the lips. She had missed him, so now she really wanted to spend some quality time with him.
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Post by antonybastian on Nov 12, 2006 15:05:23 GMT -6
Antony grinned, loving the feeling of her lips on his, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I was promoted to assistant manager at Starbucks," He began, "So, if you ever want to see me, and can't find me, just go there." He said with a smile, and then let go of her quickly, sticking his hand in his back pocket, "And here is a key to my place in the Valks. If you can't find me anywhere, I'll probably be in Los Angeles with my parents, working with the divorce, so just go there and leave a note saying you were looking for me. When I see it, I'll go find you." He handed it to her, smiling, "I'd just give you the number, but I always ignore the messages in that house."
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Post by faith on Nov 12, 2006 15:16:16 GMT -6
Ashley laid in her bed, bored. She flipped open her cell phone and began to type in Antonys number. The phone began to ring. Pateintly she waited for him to pick it up. As she waited her little puppy dog was trying to entertain her. He was trying to walk across her desk, but he was a clumsy little fellow, like she and he was having some trouble.
Afriad that he was going to fall she stood up, and picked him up off of the desk. As she did he began to lick her arm.
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Post by kylieanderson on Nov 12, 2006 15:40:34 GMT -6
Kylie bit her bottom lip softly, trying to hide the smile that was about to appear on her face. "Assistant manager? At Starbucks? That's great, Antony!" She gave him a light kiss on the cheek. Starbucks was a favorite place of hers, so it was surprising that she had never seen him working there.
She listened to the rest of what he had to say to her. She took the key into her hand. It was quite surprising that he had given her a key to his house, in the Valks. She'd probably do the same for him at some point, but as of now there was no reason for her to go home, and her father would probably get pissed if he found some random guy wandering around the house.
"I'll leave you little notes even when I can't find you. I'll do it just to make you think of me," she said happily, a smile still playing on her lips.
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Post by antonybastian on Nov 13, 2006 17:40:03 GMT -6
Antony grinned, blushing, and heard his dorm's phone ring.
"Huh?" He said, stupidly, looking at the phone. He never gave the number out. He walked over to it and, not recognizing the number off the top of his head, clicked the button to ignore the call and send it to the answering machine, shaking his head.
"That's weird." He said, "I never give people this number." He whispered the words to himself, shaking it off. As he made his way back to Kylie, he heard his answering machine's message, which was a recording of a song by Big Japan, and smiled. That band always made him smile.
"Yeah, you should come visit me at work." He said, voice honeysweet, "It would make my day."
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Post by faith on Nov 14, 2006 10:21:01 GMT -6
'Humm, hes probably not home.." Ashley whispered to herself. The answering macinen came on, she decided to leave him a message
"Hey buddy, this is Ashley! I was just wondering when you wanted to get together again, so please call me back, at 555-8282!" ashley said then clicked a button to sennd the message.
She smiled, at least now he would know that she called. Ashley looked at her little puppy and smiled wider, life was good.
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