Smells Like Teen Spirit

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Game 42
Heart-Shaped Box

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The steady beeping of the heart monitor and the constant plip-plop of the IV drip sounded hollow to Wufei’s ears as he sat on the single, hard chair in the tiny hospital room. His head was heavy on his shoulders, and his glittering onyx eyes were barely half-open, rimmed in dark shadow. In front of him was a little bed with a steel frame, draped in sterile, blue sheets. Lying on the bed, still unconscious, was Meilan, wrapped in rolls and rolls of gauze and bandaging.

“You better wake up soon, woman,” Wufei told her sleeping form for the twenty-third time since he had been alone with her. He followed it up with the same empty, threat that he’d let trail off into silence eleven out of those twenty-three times: “Because if you don’t, I swear, I’ll....”

A laugh from the doorway made Wufei freeze. He snapped around, cheeks red with embarrassment that he’d been caught talking to a comatose person. Walking into the room was Sally, Meilan’s cousin, carrying a tray of hospital food, which she set down on the table beside Wufei’s chair. She was dressed in the standard hospital scrubs that volunteers and part-time workers wore.

“She can’t eat if she’s sleeping,” Wufei hissed at the blonde as she took a seat at the foot of Meilan’s bed. Wufei would never admit to himself that he was in denial, but the fact that he constantly referred to Meilan’s state of unconsciousness as ‘sleeping’ was proof enough to any idiot that he wasn’t quite accepting of the fact.

“That’s not for her,” Sally said, gesturing towards Meilan with a nod of her head. “It’s for you, Mr. Watchdog.”

Wufei glared, though the reason for it was hidden under the pretense that he didn’t like the nickname. In reality, Wufei was ashamed that someone had picked up on how weak he was being, not even remembering to eat, and all for the sake of a silly girl he didn’t even choose to marry. Whenever he considered that concept, however, he realized how much he didn’t really mean that: his displeasure about eventually marrying Meilan, that is.

“Don’t think your angry faces work on me, Chang,” Sally said with a chuckle. With a flourish of her hand, she said, “Now eat the damn soup, before I have to pour it down your throat myself.”

With a small grunt, Wufei snatched the bowl of soup, almost spilling the hot liquid on his lap as he moodily dug into it with the plastic spoon he’d found lying next to the carton of milk on the tray.

Meanwhile, Sally turned her attention to Meilan, who had yet to even bat an eyelash. Sally, who was majoring in medicine, was volunteering at the hospital during her break from school, and had been working the late-shift when the ambulance had arrived. She knew that it had gone out to answer some late-night distress call, but the last thing she’d expected was to see her little cousin being rushed back in it, with a dead body flying into the morgue right after her. She’d managed to pump Trowa for the basic story, and she couldn’t say she was particularly consoled by it.

And then there was that blond boy Trowa had gotten so fond of. Last time she’d checked, Sally had been pretty sure they were joined at the hip, and naturally, she would have assumed they would have been together during the prom and the events that followed it up. But if that was the case, then where had he been when Trowa and Wufei had rushed into the ER with Meilan?

“Wufei--”

“Sally--”

They blinked strangely at each other as their mouths opened to speak at the same time. Letting the awkward moment pass, Wufei shook his head, a silent permit for Sally to go first.

“It’s nothing really,” she said, curling one of her twists of golden hair around one finger. “I just wanted to know what happened to your other friends last night. What about Heero? And that longhaired guy... and his blond friend, too....”

“What about them?” Wufei sounded a little wary. Sally still had a strange effect on the young Chinese sometimes.

Sally looked about ready to tug her one twisty-braid right out of her head. “Where are they?”

“They have lives outside of Meilan and me, Sally,” Wufei said a little crossly. Whether it was just genuine anger, frustration, a defense mechanism, or perhaps a mix of all three, wasn’t obvious to anyone, not even Wufei himself.

Sally bristled at Wufei’s tense attitude, though part of her realized that he was probably beyond edgy, and for good reason too. Part of her medical training dealt with interacting with relations of critically injured patients, and Sally could see a good number of the things discussed in that particular course embodied in Wufei right then. She decided it would probably be best to leave him alone for a while. Standing up, she walked towards the doorway, lingering there long enough to say, “Well, I’ll be around if you need me, okay?” Then she was gone.

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Trowa opted not to go with Heero and Duo to the hospital, and had instead stayed back at the house to catch up his missed night of sleep, so it left Heero and Duo with some much-wanted time alone, though perhaps not quite in the fashion either had been hoping for. Easily, the ten minute drive to the hospital was one of the longest ten minutes in their young lives, and that had nothing to do with the eerie silence that hung between conversations.

As Heero cut the engine of his Cooper in the parking lot of the hospital, Duo fearfully opened his mouth to ask the most repeated question on the way over, which came out whenever the aforementioned eerie silence crept up.

He’d hardly breathed the first word of the question, when Heero cut him off with the answer: “No, Duo. She’s not dead.”

Standing on the passenger side of the red vehicle, Duo watched Heero’s stiff movements as he went through the motions of locking the car. Jamming his hands into the khaki cargo shorts he’d borrowed from Heero, Duo regarded the Japanese boy carefully and said timidly, “Sorry.”

Heero’s head snapped up. “Sorry? What for?”

“For being pessimistic... and annoying,” Duo answered, tucking his head between his shoulders and regarding the toe of his foot as he kicked a few loose pebbles around the tires of the Mini.

Had Duo not been so intent on his feet, he would have seen the way Heero’s stern expression practically melted at the quiet admission. It wasn’t until Duo heard the crunch of gravel and felt Heero’s arms slide around his waist that he was even aware that Heero had moved. “You’re not being annoying,” Heero whispered into Duo’s ear, tucking a few errant strands of chestnut hair behind it as he rested his chin on the back of Duo’s shoulder.

“Yeah, right,” Duo rolled his eyes as his hands unconsciously fell on top of Heero’s and pressed them firmly against his abdomen. “I piss everybody off. Why should you be an exception?”

There was an almost insulted scoff from behind him. “Why do you think?” Heero replied evenly. “Unlike many people, who perhaps find your quirks unseemly, I’m rather charmed by them.”

“Touché,” Duo said with a little smile, reveling in the feeling of Heero against his back.

“I suppose,” Heero went on, gently pulling away and turning Duo about to face him, “that it’s because those same people can’t quite keep up with that mouth of yours.” His lips curled slyly, and his eyes narrowed into glistening, catlike slits. “It’s too bad, really. They miss out on the interesting things you spout out.”

Shrugging, Duo answered, “I guess my mind just moves too fast for the average shlemiel.”

Hands gently reaching forward to cradle Duo’s elfish face, Heero leaned up and murmured, “It’s a good thing that I can keep up with you then, isn’t it?” Then his plush, rosy lips found Duo’s and before long, were massaging them open into a lazy and much-needed kiss.

“You so owed me one of those,” Duo whispered against Heero’s mouth as they drew apart. “I was beginning to think I’d have to go all day waiting.”

Heero found himself thinking something positively dirty, and was actually tempted to share it with Duo, but opted not to, given the reality of why they were at the hospital. Instead, he grabbed Duo’s hand and squeezed it firmly, then started leading him across the parking lot to the low, one-story facility.

Just inside the sliding glass doors was the receptionist area. It was a bluish-green lighted place, with two back-to-back rows of plastic chairs and between two branching hallways, a long, tall desk, behind which two young nurses sat. Heero and Duo entered warily, their hands still caught up in one another’s for support, not quite sure what to expect.

Heero tugged Duo over towards the desk and went about asking one of the pretty, young nurses about seeing Meilan, while Duo surveyed the room in greater detail. There were only a few other people in the room, scattered about the chairs. One woman with wispy, shoulder-length brown hair, Duo recognized as none other than Principal Une! It had taken him a bit longer to place her without her hair tied up in her customary Princess Leia buns. He vaguely wondered what she was doing there.

She seemed to have noticed him as he stood there, fidgeting with his long braid and debating whether or not to say anything. With a smile that Duo had never seen on her usually-grim face before, she made a small wave at him.

Glancing sheepishly around, Duo noted that Heero was still talking to the receptionist, though by the looks of it, Heero Yuy’s definition of ‘talking’ had turned more into what was generally accepted as yelling. Leaving Heero to persuade the nurse in his own fashion, Duo crept over towards Une, a nervous expression flitting across his cherubic features. “Hi, Lady,” he greeted her with his usual irreverence.

“Hello, Duo,” she said, that disconcerting smile still on her lips. Even her voice sounded softer and kinder than usual, and it made Duo wonder what the hell was wrong. “I almost didn’t recognize you in those clothes,” she went on, her eyes skimming across the borrowed cargo shorts and striped polo shirt, “but who else in this town has a braid that hangs down to the backs of his legs?”

A nervous chuckle from Duo as he rubbed the back of his head in wonder; “Heh, not many, I guess.” He paused for a moment, waiting for Une to say something, but when she didn’t he started rambling on again, as was his way. “So, what brings you to the hospital on this fine morning, Lady?”

Une’s smile dropped into a frown, though it wasn’t the frown of disapproval Duo was used to seeing her cast in his general direction. “Mr. Kushrenada is here on a visit, I’m afraid,” she said sadly. “It seems that a student is in for injuries.”

Duo scratched his temple, saying in a low voice, “Hey, Lady, don’t look so down. Heero says Meilan will be okay!” He grinned as wide as he could, but unlike the little one Une had been wearing on her face moments before, Duo’s smile was pretty forced.

Une offered a sympathetic expression to Duo, obviously guessing what he was doing there.

Duo was about to say something else, when Heero walked over to Duo’s side, and without any preamble, wrapped his arms around Duo’s waist and pulled him close. “They said we’re allowed to go in for ten minutes or so,” he whispered, not even noticing Une or the five-thousand degree blush burning on Duo’s cheeks, until Une coughed discreetly. Heero glared at her for a few moments before it even dawned upon him just whom he was giving the evil eye. When he did, his eyes grew wide for about half a second, but was quickly covered up with a less intense stare with a slowly-dimming wattage.

Frightened about what Une might possibly be thinking about their little display, Duo was quick to wrestle out of Heero’s embrace and pull him towards one of the twin hallways leading into the belly of the hospital, though Heero had to stop him and redirect him to the other hall.

Now safely away from Une and her discomfiting, out-of-school look, Duo let out a heavy sigh and toned down the flighty nervousness. “Man, ‘Ro,” he said, holding onto Heero’s hand tightly, “I still say, no matter how you look at it, that woman is a scary devil.”

Heero chuckled wryly, though most of his attention was honed on the hand that Duo had in his possession. “Maybe if you’re on her permanent detention list, she is,” he said. A moment later, he stopped in front of a closed door with the numbers ‘05’ emblazoned on it in white lettering. “This is the one,” he announced to Duo, his free hand creeping out to grasp the doorknob.

Just as he was about to open the door, however, it was pulled open from the other side, revealing a very haunted, empty-looking Wufei. The Chinese boy stood there, staring blankly at the two visitors as if he’d never seen either of them before as he tried to figure out what was going on. When the brain-waves finally clicked, the only thing that Wufei was able to say was, “Where’s Sally?”

“Sally?” Duo arched an eyebrow, but figured that it would be a bad time to make a joke about Wufei’s old crush on Sally, especially considering who was lying in the room behind him and what her condition was.

Wufei blinked at Duo. “Sally Po,” he said firmly, as if he were addressing someone who didn’t know her. “I need to find her. Have you seen her?”

“Whoa, ‘Fei. Hold it together, there.” Duo raised a hand and tentatively reached out to steady the swaying Wufei.

“Perhaps you should sit down,” Heero put into the conversation, also offering a hand to keep Wufei on his feet. Together, both he and Duo helped the sleep-deprived Wufei back into the room and guided him to the chair he’d been occupying for the whole night.

As he was being pressed back into the plastic seat, Wufei’s eyes grew large, and he protested loudly. “What!? I can’t be sitting down again!” he shouted, arms flailing in a fit of hysteria. “I’ve been here all night, and now I’ve got to find Sally! Sally!” The state of near-tears was very frightening to both Heero and Duo, and they shared a private, worried look, both of them silently thinking that perhaps Sally should be found as quickly as possible.

“Wufei, calm it,” Duo ordered, unsure of how else to handle the situation as he fought to hold Wufei down in the chair. “Stop your damn squirming, and I promise we’ll go hunt Sally down and drag her down here for you!”

Heero, on the other hand, opted to smack Wufei hard across the cheek, a method which actually ended up being more effective in settling the restless Chinese boy.

While Wufei sat nursing his smarting cheek, Heero and Duo turned to focus on the little, metal bed. Duo let out a barely-stifled gasp at the sight of Meilan and all the cuts and contusions littering her too-pale skin, while Heero somehow managed to keep his features perfectly schooled.

The door opened again, and the two teens turned to see Treize walk in with Sally not far behind. Both adults looked a little surprised to see Heero and Duo there, particularly together and holding hands, but neither said a word about it and simply entered the room.

Concerned, Treize glanced down at Wufei, who was muttering to himself and rubbing his stinging face, and hoped that Sally’s arrival would help calm the distraught youth. “Nice outfit, Duo,” he said, keeping in as good cheer as he could. Duo didn’t have the heart to glare at him for the comment.

Sally smiled warmly at them, and said, “I wish I could tell you it looked worse than it is, but....”

“Are you saying it’s that bad?” Duo said fearfully, his hand clamping down on Heero’s with a white-knuckled grip.

“Well, it’s not that good,” Sally said honestly, though it was pretty plain she wasn’t pleased with this sudden turn of events. “She’s been holding out through the night okay, but part of her skull got cracked on impact, and she’s lost an obscene amount of blood with all those cuts, especially since she wasn’t brought in right away. I’ll spare you the grisly details.”

“Is that everything?” Heero asked sternly. “You’re not hiding anything, are you?” Heero had always been the sort of person who hated not knowing everything about a subject. It was a trait that could be attributed to his overly-thorough, if not obsessive, nature.

Sally nodded solemnly, which was enough to prove to both Heero and Duo that what she had said was the honest truth. Duo returned his attention to Meilan’s comatose form, while Heero brooded quietly to himself.

Duo found himself lost in a slight trance as he stared at Meilan, the IV drip and heart monitor having an almost hypnotic effect on him. Poor Meilan didn’t deserve this, but there it was. Gritting his teeth, he found himself muttering darkly under his breath without even really thinking about it. “Fucking Solo. I’m glad Q fucking put him in his motherfucking place.”

Five fingers curling tightly around his bicep, the pain yanking Duo out of his morbid frame of mind and dropping him at the feet of his blue-eyed lover. Searching that disciplined face, Duo couldn’t help but be in awe of how much of a pillar of support Heero was to his shaky, erratic mood swings and tempers. Somehow, Heero had always known how to deal with Duo, no matter what the day or the attitude. It was perfect, like Yin and Yang.

From behind them, Treize let out a small laugh. “Well, well, isn’t this an interesting little development in the chronicles of Maxwell and Yuy,” he smirked. “Not quite something that’s plastered on the front page of The Peacemillion, is it?”

Duo’s face caught fire, and instinct had him trying to pull free of Heero’s tight grip on his arm, though the Japanese boy opted to keep his hand firmly in place. Getting over his immediate reaction to run and hide, Duo became less jittery and stop trying to squirm away. He sighed and shrugged, offering Treize a wide grin. “Cat’s outta the bag now, huh?”

“You’re a weird kid, Duo Maxwell,” Treize said, cocking his head slightly. “Don’t be afraid to let Yuy rub off on you. He’s a better influence than you think.”

Indigo eyes darting over in Heero’s direction, Duo murmured softly, “I think I’ve figured that out already.”

A knowing expression riddled Treize’s chiseled features, but he said no more about it. Internally, he was wildly trying to figure out when this--he glanced at Heero’s and Duo’s joined hands again--had happened. Between the mad training for the lacrosse finals, and then the sudden upshot of prom, he felt like he hadn’t really sat down with either Duo or Heero for a chat in forever. Shows what happens when you get lazy with student relations, he mused to himself with a mental laugh. This blossoming relationship between Heero and Duo was totally unpredicted, yet he was somehow certain he’d been expecting it the entire time.

Meanwhile, Wufei sat in his chair, staring blankly forward, completely oblivious to everyone else in the room. His focus was still solely on Meilan. Now that Sally had been brought, he’d make her find some way to make Meilan open her eyes again. This concept in itself was the primary thing on Wufei’s mind: getting Meilan to wake up again. He wasn’t paying attention to the way Heero and Duo holding hands, or the conversation Sally was carrying on with them. He didn’t notice the goodbye Trieze sent his way when Une knocked on the door frame a few minutes later, or even when Sally left and returned with a new carton of milk for him. All those people and things zoomed around Wufei without him even looking in their general direction; the only thing he saw was Meilan.

“He’s really shaken up,” Sally murmured to Heero, who was standing at the foot of Meilan’s bed. She had given up trying to get Wufei to drink the milk she’d brought. “The best anyone can do is to keep talking to him, keep his mind thinking, even if only subconsciously.”

Heero nodded, half listening to Sally, half watching Duo as he sat down on the edge of Meilan’s bed and stroked her forehead forlornly. “Duo’s very upset too. He won’t outright say it, but he’s extremely bothered by this sudden turn of events,” he announced to Sally, watching Duo’s slow, careful movements with the eye of a hawk. Mumbling, he added, “I think he’s almost more upset about being in this darkness of not knowing.”

Sally studied Heero pointedly for a moment before replying. She had known Heero through Meilan and Wufei for a couple years now, and she decided she would have had to have been blind, foolish or both to not notice the changes that he had undergone lately. Though a kind boy by nature, Heero had always come off as abrupt and sullen, especially concerning other people. There was something about Duo that had drawn Heero to him, Sally could tell, even when she had only glimpsed them together.

Keeping the rare conversation going, she said, “Well, I guess that explains my question about where you and Duo were when they came in last night.”

There was something about the deep, torrid blush splashed across Heero’s face that explained more than anything Heero could have ever said.

However telling that blush was, though, Sally kept it to herself, leaning on the metal crossbar of the bed frame’s foot as she eyed Duo’s interaction with Meilan. “To be honest, I’m not sure what else we can do for Meilan besides wait and hope,” she said darkly, her voice loud enough for only Heero to hear. Greenish-blue eyes flicking in Wufei’s direction, and then back to the bed, settling on Duo, she went on. “It’s probably more important to worry about the ones still up and around. Meilan is at least at peace, but people like those two....” Her eyes followed the same path again, this time focusing on Wufei instead of Duo. “Well, to put it simply, they just don’ty really need the stress or the drama, you know?”

Again, Heero nodded, though behind his blank expression, he felt slightly wounded that Sally automatically assumed that he would have to be the one who would have to be strong. People seemed to automatically take his stoic exterior for that of the brave hero that always came through at the end. Sometimes Heero felt like screaming out loud how he really felt about that and everything else under the sun, just so that everyone wouldn’t be so quick to jump to conclusions about him.

Raising his stormy eyes up from the white-knuckled grip he had on the bed, he found his brooding expression softening as it fell upon Duo, who was still quietly tending to Meilan. There was someone who was used to making quick decisions and relying on first impressions, and in turn, being dealt with in a similar fashion, a characteristic that probably served him well on the streets, but had almost cost Heero a chance at becoming closer to him. Despite that, unlike so many other people, even those who had known Heero longer, Duo had somehow managed to worm his way into the deepest hollow of Heero’s heart.

Beside Meilan, Duo stroked her sharp, onyx bangs out of her quiet face yet again, her soft, black hair a harsh contrast to the rough bandages wound around her head. He tried smiling, hoping that perhaps this one would be the one that would strike something in Meilan’s subconscious, but there was still no change in Meilan’s face from before. A tiny prickle on the back of his neck drew Duo’s attention away from Meilan, and he turned towards the foot of the bed to find Heero watching him with one of those secret smiles of his. A warmth bubbled inside Duo’s chest as he returned the shy smile to Heero, thinking at the same time: He’s like my guardian angel. Never thought anyone would ever care enough to go out of their way for me and yet, there he is....

Perhaps it had to do with being there, Heero reasoned as he watched Duo’s lips spread apart in that signature grin of his, the one that never failed to make him feel lighthearted. He and Duo may not have been coming from the exact same ballpark, but at least they were playing the same game, and Heero always found it easier when he was playing with someone who knew the rules.

Turning to try and explain this to Sally, he found her distracted by Wufei, who had yet to move since they’d last checked up on him. Heero vaguely wondered if the Chinese boy was even breathing, and was tempted to go over and check his pulse to make sure he was still alive. Yes, Heero concluded, eyes narrowing at Wufei, it’s definitely about being there. He was ‘there’ when Meilan was hurt--no wonder it’s hit him harder than anyone else, especially given their relationship....

Duo seemed to have noticed the heavy air that had settled in the tiny room and glanced back at the foot of the bed, quirking an eyebrow at Sally and Heero, who both looked very distracted by something off to the side. Following their twin stares, Duo found himself almost eye-to-eye with Wufei. Yet, even though it seemed like their eyes were level, Duo had a chilling feeling that Wufei didn’t even see him. Being seen without really being seen had to be one of the creepiest sensations Duo had ever endured. “Guys, I think someone should do something about old Fei-cakes,” he said to Sally and Heero, quickly turning his face away from Wufei, before he scared himself anymore.

In tandem, Sally and Heero snapped back in Duo’s direction. Speaking in the monotone he usually reserved for delicate situations like these, Heero asked, “What do you suggest?”

Duo merely shrugged, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Maybe someone should bring him home, or at least somewhere where he can lay down proper and get some rest.” With a quick, daring glance at Wufei, he added, “Somewhere that’s not here.”

“Yes, that’s a good idea. Being constantly reminded of Meilan’s condition is probably not the best thing for him right now,” Sally was nodding in agreement, already walking in small steps towards Wufei. She tentatively reached out and touched Wufei’s shoulder, which didn’t get her any response until she clamped down almost viscously on it.

Wufei yelped and snapped out of his daze, hastily glancing around the room like he wasn’t quite sure where he was. Before he could help it, he let out a long, sleepy yawn and drooped with considerable fatigue. His eyes automatically wandered to the clock, where he noted that it was just passing the sixth hour since he had arrived. He didn’t even want to think about all the sleep he’d been missing out on, though he had the distinct feeling that he had just been dozing.

Sally immediatly was by his side, guiding him to his feet as she said, “Look, Wufei, maybe you should lie down a little. I could find you an extra room no one is using and set you all up in there....”

Wufei seemed ready to jump on the offer, when he found himself staring at Meilan again. Then, as if it was just dawning on him, he jerked away from Sally and declared firmly, “No! I can’t go and leave Meilan all by herself! What if she wakes up and no one is here?”

“Wufei....” Sally wound her arms around the quivering Chinese and held him steady, praying that he wouldn’t hyperventilate or pass out. “Just calm down and take a breath, please.”

Sucking in deep gasps of air, Wufei seemed to be trying to calm down, though the looming presence of Meilan was getting in his way of being completely at ease. Seeing this, Duo called attention to himself. “Yo, ‘Fei, don’t sweat it,” he said. “Me and Heero can hold down the fort long enough for you to take a nap.” He winked and jerked his thumb in Heero’s direction.

“But...!” Wufei tried to protest, desperate to stay in the room.

“But nothing, pal. The last thing we need is for you to purposely make yourself sick because you aren’t taking care of yourself,” Sally cut him off, already hauling him towards the door with a forcefulness that no one knew she possessed. “You need sleep to stay healthy, so get to it.”

“Yeah, come on, ‘Fei-cakes,” Duo said cheekily, moving towards Heero, by the foot of the bed. Sidling up beside Heero and looping an arm around his waist, Duo grinned, “We’ll hold down the fort, promise.”

Wufei opened his mouth to say something, but a slight jerk from Sally and the sight of his two friends standing beside Meilan’s bed made him swallow whatever it was. Bowing his head as if he’d just lost a fight, he allowed Sally to escort him out of the room and down the hall to a place where he could catch up on his lost rest.

Duo was waving like a fool as Sally and Wufei left. When they were gone, he turned and slid his other arm around Heero’s waist and pulled him extremely close. “Now that we’re by ourselves, Heero,” he said with a positively mischevious twinkle gleaming in his violet eyes, “where were we this morning? Oh yes....” With that, he bent down and gave Heero a very long and thorough kiss that expressed all the feelings and emotions he was too afraid to put into words.

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a/n: Hmm, well, no musical birthdays this week, but I did manage to scrounge up another for this week’s blurb. Happy birthday to... Smells Like Teen Spirit, which was first posted a year ago, today, October 23. Wow, who’da thought it’d take a year to post that first half of the story? Wonder how long it’ll take until the end? Only time will tell! Not even I know the answer to that one, kiddies!

I was in New York this weekend, and I so have exciting news! I passed both portfolio reviews I had this weekend, one at Pratt and the other at SVA. I actually feel like I might be able to do something with my life! Wow! OMG, and on a musical note, I finally got to see Movin’ Out, which is just totally awesome. If you love Billy Joel, you must see this musical! Or at least invest in the soundtrack!

Oh, and the chappy title is a Nirvana song... one of their absolute, absolute best. I mean, awesome song! >_> I’m finished....

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