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Post by aidonsious on Jun 27, 2008 8:55:32 GMT -5
She only smirked when he said she was not the type. "There is a lot you need to learn about me to say that." She said but when he recapped and said he guessed it fits, her smile grew wider. "Tell me something Wes. I know nothing about you other than how much you remind me of a plant. I am not stupid, I know that plants die but I also know they are reborn the next season." She said but gently touched his lips with her finger. "I do not want to know if I am right or not, it is not my place. All I want is your friendship...so I can have someone to talk to and a lab partner I know I can trust. Can I get that from you?" She asked and took her finger away.
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Post by Tempest on Jun 27, 2008 13:02:34 GMT -5
Wes was unbelievably worried. She was so close to the truth that it wound its way into his stomach and tied knots in the muscle. He paled and felt a little ill. Even if she didn't appear to judge what he was... or what she supected he might be.
What made it worse was the touch of her finger on his lips, making his pallid features flush a bright crimson and his heart thud a wild tattoo in his chest.
He stuttered, his tongue only getting in the way of clear speech, "Y-yeah... I-I g-g-gue-guess-" With that, he fainted.
If he had been able to see himself at that moment, he would have been incredibly angry- how could he get any more like a sissy? Or weak, for that matter.
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Post by aidonsious on Jul 2, 2008 8:31:04 GMT -5
The paleness that came across him made her worry. Yes he was pale to begin with but it seemed, something was wrong and after he replied, he fainted.
Not having the reaction time she hoped, Layette could not ease the crash to the floor. The room grew silent as all eyes fell on them. From the looks of what happened, people started to whisper that Layette had put a curse on poor Wes. But, at the moment, she ignored them.
Quickly grabbing a bottle of water, a handful of ice and a wash cloth, she ran back over to him. Putting the ice on the wash cloth and gently applying it to his head, he brought the water to his lips. Seeing and hoping, she did not have to drench him.
"Wes! Wes!" She called to him. "Come on Wes."
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Post by Tempest on Jul 2, 2008 18:18:55 GMT -5
Wes drifted slowly back to consciousness, feeling coolness on his head and hearing his voice being said. "Mmm..." he said, opening his lead-heavy eyelids.
Boy, did he feel dizzy... wait a minute... what was he doing on the floor?!? Did he- oh, he better not have...
He groaned as he realized that he'd fainted. In front of EVERYBODY. How mortifying!
He closed his eyes again and sighed, his cheeks burning. In another moment, he struggled to sit up. His hair shaded his eyes enough for the people around them not to see the disorientation and dizziness in their semi-crossed-ness.
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Post by aidonsious on Jul 2, 2008 19:07:35 GMT -5
Looking to the people, Layette glared and they looked away. Around this school, people do not question what others do.
Seeing that he was awake and was trying to sit up, she put a hand to his back and supported him. "Drink some water." She said and handed him the bottle of water.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 2, 2008 19:15:59 GMT -5
Obediently, Wes took the water and drank it slowly. Too much and he could make himself sick- a sad fact he'd learned at a river on his own.
Still, it was hard to stop once he started. It went down the wrong pipe and he started coughing. As he tried to regain his breath, his trembling fingers put the bottle down and he tried to stand up. "I *cough-hack* I'm *gasp* fine!" Black spots in his field of vision said otherwise, but he was already mortified enough for one day. Acting like he was some sort of invalid would only serve to make things worse.
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Post by aidonsious on Jul 3, 2008 8:36:30 GMT -5
"I know." She said and stayed at his side.
Her hand was still on his back, knowing he was determined to stand on his own, she took her hand off his back but not away from the area, just in case he would lose his balance. She did not think any less of him for fainting but was worried about what he needs right now. Not knowing who he fully is, she was afraid of doing something wrong.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 3, 2008 21:10:51 GMT -5
Wes was almost grateful for the help she was offering, but in that infuriating way that teenage boys get, he was a little more annoyed that she thought he needed help.
He was somewhat brusque in manner when he said, "Let's get out of here." That was his only warning before he began stumbling towards the door.
Naturally, he reeled about at times and it often looked like he was going to fall again.... There was color in his face again, but it was the splotchiness of anger and embarrassment and that contrasted sharply with the pallid turn he'd taken earlier.
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Post by aidonsious on Jul 4, 2008 15:56:39 GMT -5
She nodded and followed him. Staying by his side she looked from him and than to the others who parted as they left the dining hall.
"You look mad." She said in a soft tone, as if not knowing what she did offended him.
Who was he? Every moment she spent near Wes he became more of a mystery to her. Now, she hoped that he would stick around long enough to at least get his last name.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 4, 2008 18:16:56 GMT -5
"I'm not mad," he snapped, a little too loudly and forcefully in tone. Wes leaned against a wall and sighed, repeating in a more controlled tone, "I'm not mad."
He moved away from the wall heading towards the nearest window instead. Sunlight.
"I just don't like being treated like I'm weak. I don't like feeling weak. I think surviving by myself for five months in the forest proves my ability to take care of myself." He said all of this in a very huffy, distant tone. Naturally he was mad at himself all the more for making that argument.
Once he hit the sunlight, he let his shoulders droop and his eyes close. It felt that good. If he wasn't with somebody, he could easily attempt a nap right then and there.
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Post by aidonsious on Jul 4, 2008 22:17:27 GMT -5
She just looked at him. For the first time in her life, Layette did not know what to do. There are no books to be read on people's emotions. No classes to take on how to make friends. Maybe Wes needed to be left alone.
Hearing that he was not mad made her feel better but she knew, by the look in his eyes there was something that she is doing that is bothering him in some way. Maybe it is her just being there.
"I never have seen you as weak Wes. I still don't. From time to time, we rely on each other to be helped in certain situations. Like in class with lab partners. Sometimes it takes 2 rather than one." She said and leaned against the wall and just looked at him, expecting him to ask her to leave.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 4, 2008 22:52:39 GMT -5
Wes was about to argue that life was nothing like lab- he even opened his mouth to say so.
Instead, he turned inwards just long enough to tell himself to get a grip.
He would not pick fights with people. Especially since they couldn't possibly know the entire truth. Since he wasn't going to tell them that either, it would be unfair to lash out at the innocents.
Besides, he honestly didn't want this sort of drama right now. It would get hard enough when Autumn rolled around all too soon.
Finally, he said, "I need sleep..." And he sighed because that meant he would have to go outside. There was no way he could sleep in his own room- he'd already established that fact. Of course, he felt tired just thinking about Fall. No way he would make it outside. And definitely no way he was going to ask for help. Undignified, he thought in his cranky, sleep-deprived head. Definitely not....
So he melted onto the floor right there. It was as good a spot as any. He didn't lie down... he just sort of sat there, drooping, his chin on his chest and his hands on his knees.
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Post by aidonsious on Jul 5, 2008 8:21:44 GMT -5
"Um...Wes?" Layette said as she knelt down beside him.
In his condition, she figured out that he hated asking people for help. So instead of helping, she found another method. "I vote a walk. It is a beautiful sunny day and I need an escort. Care to join me?" She asked.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 6, 2008 3:47:34 GMT -5
Wes looked up, his eyes a sort of stagnant forest-pool green. He scrutinized her for a moment, as though trying to figure out her motives. Then he nodded, as though his head were on an unoiled hinge.
In this manner, he unfolded himself and rose to his feet. Luckily, he was moving slow enough to avoid the dizziness that comes with getting up too quickly.
He offered her his arm, a strange gesture for a teenager made even stranger by the clumsiness of his movements.
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