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Post by Oli Racer on Aug 16, 2007 19:34:00 GMT -5
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The bag was currently locked inside one of the lockers the Fun Plaza supplied all of it's customers with. All he had on him was his clothing, which fit him like a second skin as usual. He didn't get very many stares. Only from tween girls who ogled. He hated the ogling tweenies. Not only were most of them ugly, they were like, what, eleven? Seriously. Something must be wrong with the heads of the little girls. It was unjust for them to look at him in such a manner.
Bored out of his mind, Oli plopped down onto a metal bench. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing, but it was the only type of seat they had outdoors. The boy needed company, fast. He pulled out his sidekick, checking for new texts. Damn. None. Apparently all of his friends were losers who failed to respond to his text messages.
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Post by bambi evans on Aug 16, 2007 20:48:17 GMT -5
yet again, it was ANOTHER depressing, dreary, rainy, piece of shit day at Bentley. Bambi hated these sorts of days. she felt trapped inside her own dorm, and that was never a good thing. she had to get out of the house, but where too? she couldnt go to the lounge. too many people. she couldnt go to the lake. it was raining for gods sakes. so, what was she going to go? the answer was quite obvious. the fun plaza. duh.
as she got ready, she glanced at her cell phone, hoping for some sort of text, or contact with her friends. but, of course, she got nothing. "piece of shit..." she mumbled as she brushed her hair, referring both to her phone and her friends. I mean seriously. she felt like she had NO friends. and that was never a good feeling. she finished getting ready, grabbing her phone off of her bed, and leaving her dorm. she didnt bother to lock it though. it wasnt like she had too much that everyone else didnt have already.
she had just got her license, and just in time. it would of seriously sucked if she would of had to walk all the way to the fun house. getting soaked was something NOT on her to-do list for the day. she finally got there, after a few extra minutes stuck at traffic lights. she walked towards the enterance. greatfully, it wasnt raining. yet. she shot a nervous look at the clouds, looking around. obviously, most people werent this brave. the place was next to deserted. she sighed, looking around. then, a smirk crossed her lips. she spotted Oli sitting on a bench not too far away. she rushed towards him, jumping onto his lap. "OLI!" she cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.
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Post by Oli Racer on Aug 16, 2007 21:00:55 GMT -5
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He was seriously about to go knock on some dorm doors, or go to the mall, or something, and find those 'friends' of his. The least they could do is say, hey, yeah, I'm not free today. Not just completely blow him off. It pissed him off a considerable amount. He watched the rain, not getting wet because of the awning above his head. It ran along the side of the arcade building, providing perfect shelter.
He looked back down at his sidekick, about to send another text to the few friends he knew would answer. He didn't really feel like putting up with half of them, but he needed something to do. As he scrolled through his menu, he cursed. No wonder no one had said anything to him; all of his messages were in his outbox instead of sent messages. That's why no one replied to him. It made more sense now. And it made him feel a helluva lot better.
Just as he was about to send the messages again, a girl was in his lap, and lips were on his cheek. "WHAT THE FUCK," he yelled, before realising who it was. BAMBI! His face automatically lit up, his cute little smile sliding into place as he squeezed her tightly into a hug. "Bammbam!" he exclaimed, just to piss her off. He suspected she didn't like that particular petname from the mighty pinches she gave him when he called her that. He found it rather adorable himself.
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Post by bambi evans on Aug 16, 2007 21:14:59 GMT -5
Bambi laughed at his reaction. if it had been any other person, she would of been afraid that he was going to hit her. but this wasnt any other person. this was oli. the one and only. she felt his arms wrap around her in a hug, and she smirked. Then, he called her by the nickname that he knew she hated, yet continued to use it on her constantly. she glared at him, breathing in sharply. "Now now Oliver. didnt I tell you not to call me that?" she asked, the glare turning to a smirk. she knew he hated to be called Olliver. pay backs a bitch.
she stayed on his lap, but looked around. she had never seen the place so empty. "whoa. where did everyone go?" she asked, leaning over and looking under the bench, as if everyone was hiding under there. she sat back up, biting her lip. she looked at oli again, then back at her surroundings. she spotted a vending machine, and gasping dramatically, she jumped up, and rushed over there, her eyes scanning over the different items. YES! they had them. she grabbed a dollar from her jeans, shoving it in, and hit A3. The red bag fell down, and she jumped around, clapping her hands. she reached in, pulling out the skittles, and ripping the top off, popped a few in her mouth. YUM.
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Post by Oli Racer on Aug 17, 2007 7:56:50 GMT -5
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He unwrapped his arms from around her, laying them over the back of the bench. "Well, you did. And that's exactly why I continue to do so," he stuck his tongue out at her, crinkling his nose. Then, he said, "I think it's a perfectly cute name. Remember Bambam from the flintstones? He sure is a cutie," eyebrows raised over his eyes, and he smirked. God, he loved teasing this girl.
"WELL. Everyone saw the clouds and fucking bailed out. And look. It's only sprinkling," he gestured to the outside with a tattooed hand. "Like a little rain will hurt anyone. Well. It will make my hair get curly," he made a frowning face, and then poked Bambi in the side, hoping to tickle her. And, yeah, he didn't poke too hard. That, of course, would hurt and he wouldn't achieve his goal.
When she got up and darted towards the vending machine, he followed after her. The short boy had to walk slightly awkwardly because of the tightness of his dark jeans. Small pumas encased his feet, the red and black matching his CRISIS! tee. "Aww, you're gonna share, aren't you, Bambi?" he made his pouty face, waiting for her to turn and look at him. Fucking mooch. She HAD to love him, though, to put up with him. Anyone who spent time with him either loved him, or hated him.
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Post by bambi evans on Aug 17, 2007 18:38:27 GMT -5
she wrinkng her nose at the thought of the misbehaving, wild haired little boy. "Yes. I do remember." she said, shaking her head. her eyes widened a bit, and she gasped. "CRADLE ROBBER!" she shrieked, covering her mouth with her hand.
"No. you probably scared them away." she said, nodding her head, her face perfectly serious. she looked up at the sky, biting her lip. "yeah okay. if i get soaked, your gonna pay." she said, looking back down at him. "Aww. your poor poor hair." she mocked, making a pouty face. she smirked. Want me to call the WAAmbulace?"she asked, laughing. She jumped and pulled to the side when he poked her. he knew she was hella ticklish. "No!' she shrieked, sliding away from him.
She turned to face him when she realized he had followed her. She acted like she had to think about it, before she shook her head. "no. I dont think I will." she said, looking at him. she popped another skittle, a red one, into her mouth, crunching down on it.
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Post by Oli Racer on Aug 17, 2007 21:01:11 GMT -5
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He dropped the pouty face in an instant, letting his jaw fall open at her refusal to give him a few skittles. "OH, MISSY, I do think you will," he told Bambi, a sly grin crossing his face. In one quick motion, he ducked a little, and then swooped her up. His arms were wrapped around her, just below her butt. "Gonna give me some skittles?" Oli asked her, giggling.
He tightened his grip on her legs, and began to spin around and around. After completing about seven rotations, and nearly falling, he stopped and let her down. A sweet closed-lipped smile transformed his face from mischevious to innocent. And we all know Oli is ANYTHING but innocent. But in that moment, he sure looked it.
"Skittles?" he asked, holding his hand out palm-up to her. He really didn't need any candy. He had too much energy as it was. Actually, he hadn't taken any of the milder medication perscribed to him for his ADHD in the past week, so his usual hyperness level had climbed to an extreme point. He was ready to dance on the tops of buildings.
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Post by bambi evans on Aug 17, 2007 22:34:44 GMT -5
she heard him call her missy, and she knew instantly that he meant business. she glared at him, and started to turn to run away."Oh no you don't...OLIVER RACER YOU PUT ME DOWN NOW!" she screamed, looking down at him as he picked her up and spun around in circles. she kicked her feet around a bit, clinging to him.
when he finally let her down, her glare was worse than ever. she straightened her jeans and shirt out, tightening her grip on her skittles. she backed up a few steps, trying to regain her balance. "you..." she started, feeling a bit dizzy. "are horribly horrible." she said, bringing a hand up to her head. when he had the guts to ask for her skittles, her jaw dropped. "NO!" she screamed, shaking her head quickly. she clutched her skittles to her chest, a pout on her face.
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Post by Oli Racer on Aug 17, 2007 23:25:56 GMT -5
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Her reaction was worth all of the pain he was experiencing. His common smirk twisted his lips, the pair of rings on either side of his bottom lip sticking out slightly more than usual. He was just a tiny bit dizzy, himself; his head was spinning in circles. A few more seconds of spinning and he would've been done for.
Oli rubbed his stomach where her foot had solidly planted itself during her struggle. He made his duck face, [see many of his icons lol] which was sure to get him out of most trouble he came across. "I disagree. I'm just hungry. I wanna TASTE THA RAINBOW, know what I'm sayin'?" The boy tapped on her nose with a tattooed finger.
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Post by bambi evans on Aug 17, 2007 23:37:11 GMT -5
she saw him smirk, and she glared at him again. she hated that smirk sometimes.
she saw him rub his stomach, and she giggled. "Aww. did I hurt poor Oli?" she asked, using a babyish voice. she stuck her bottom lip out, moving closer. she rolled her eyes, moving closer still. "Just shut up." she said finally, opening the bag of skittles, and taking out a yellow one. she hated the yellow ones. she held it out to him, waiting for him to take it. "thats it." she said, nodding her head.
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Post by Oli Racer on Aug 17, 2007 23:47:31 GMT -5
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Her glare made him smile even more. Haaha. Oli just loved provoking her. It made him all happy and content to see her glaring at him so heatedly.
Plus, he won. He snatched the yellow skittle from her hand, his favorite flavor. That just goes to show how different the two could be. In a smooth motion, he tossed the skittle into the air and caught it in his mouth on it's way down. "Thanks, babe," he said in an uncharacteristically deep voice. Quick, so she wouldn't have much time to get away, he made a move to give her a big Oli hug. "You're amazing." And she was lucky she decided to share. Otherwise, he'd be chasing her through the rain. It had picked up a little bit.
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Post by bambi evans on Aug 17, 2007 23:58:01 GMT -5
sometimes, she wondered why her and oli got along so well. they were polar opposites. he was crazy nuts, and for the most part, bambi was layed back, and quiet. oli never hesitated to do something drastic and stupid, where as bambi wouldnt dream of doing half of the shit he came up with.
she rolled her eyes. "mhm." she said, watching as he ate the skittle. then, her eyes widened. he was deffinently in a touchy feely mood. "NO!" she yelled, yet again, attempting to duck out of his reach, but once again, she was too slow. she felt his arms squeeze around her. she nodded. "I know." she said, smirking. when he set her down, she sat back down on the bench. eating another skittle, she looked around. the place was deserted. why were they still sitting there?
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Post by Oli Racer on Aug 18, 2007 0:09:02 GMT -5
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Honestly, Oli would spend any day with Bambi, happily. Just because her personality balanced his out. Like now, if she wasn't here, he'd probably be trying to scam kids out of money for the arcade or something equally as bad. Plus she was cute, and had an adorable name, and could put up with him better than most people.
When she tried to escape his hug, he quickly let her go. "Fine, no more hugs for you..." he lifted his upper lip a little, giving her a nasty look and he rolled his eyes a little. It was about time to get out of here, but he didn't feel like skating back to the dorms in the rain. "Did you drive, Bambi?" he asked her after a few minutes. Maybe she'd take him somewhere to get food. His stomach sounded as if it were going to eat itself.
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Post by bambi evans on Aug 18, 2007 0:17:48 GMT -5
she stuck her bottom lip out, giving him the puppy dog look. "but oliiiii! i love your hugs!" she cried, sticking her bottom lip out even further. she held out the rest of her skittles, raising her eyebrows. "give me a hug and you can have em. all of em." she said, knowing that he was going to jump at that opportunity.
she heard his question, and nodded slowly. "yeah. i did...why?' she asked, raising her eyebrow. she actually knew that he wanted a ride somewhere...probably to get something to eat. bambi was just phsycic like that. she had mad skills yo. but seriously.
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Post by Oli Racer on Aug 18, 2007 0:23:12 GMT -5
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So, she was trying to make it up to him. Tough luck... Maybe. Despite his deepest wishes to stand his ground, and not give in, the temptation of skittles proved to be too great. With fake hesistancy, he wrapped his arms around her. And then they constricted about her tightly for a brief moment. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" he exclaimedd, letting her go after an appropriate amount of time.
"Well, if you're going by the dorms, then I just thought you could give me a ride. Or if you're getting food..." he trailed off, not really caring where she was going. He'd be happy to tag along. Finding food was never a problem for Oli. He ate way too much, which might be why his tummy wasn't perfect like it should be.[/color] [/blockquote] |
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