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People Got A Lotta Nerve
Back In Your Head; Tegan & Sara
I honestly couldn't believe this kid. Honestly, who in their right mind can act so calm and collected just minutes after being walked in on?! And honestly, why isn't this kid completely freaked out by me right now? I mean, I was just hiding under the bed he was trying to get lucky on.
Somehow, in the course of 10 minutes, this boy, who I had learned was named Oliver, had removed his shoes, taken off his jacket (which was now thrown onto my computer chair), and was half asleep on my bed, his breath keeping time to my heart beats. I was trying to be as calm as possible, my fingers grabbing the 'calming pressure point' fiercely with the grip of a vice. Ridiculous thoughts kept on racing through my mind at warp speed- were my shorts too short? Was my hair starting to poof? Who is this guy? Is my make-up smeared?! Where are my shoes? I honestly just wanted to find the off switch, I desperately wanted peace. With a defeated sigh, I slumped down, my back sliding down against my bed, as my toes barely grazed my dresser on the other side of my room.
"You too, yeah?" He chuckled, his eyes still closed. "Long night, love?"
"Have you ever felt like something can be much too short but much too long at the same time?" I didn't realize how philosophical I had sounded until the words left my mouth. I probably sounded like a complete nutcase. In fact, for a split second I considered mentioning Plato or something, purely for dramatic effect. I mean, hey, if I was going to be a labeled insane, might as well go balls to the wall, right?
"Mmm..." I could hear his tongue click across his teeth, eliciting tiny sucking noises from his mouth. "'f I wasn't so pissed I might....sorry love.'
I sighed a breah of relief, at least he was too out of it to realize my craziness. "So, Oliver, what brings you to my lovely room? Where ya from?"
"Eh, Bring Me The Horizon, m'band, love. Im from Sheffield though.."
"Your band..?" Oh right, the show. "You played a few days ago at Soma?"
He nodded, stretching his arms over his head, reminding me of Emma did the same thing when she was telling me about Jamie, 'the fox'. I also couldn't help but glance at his stomach, as pale and as creamy as split milk...if split milk could turn bright colors, thanks to his tattoos. I glanced up at his hands, the words 'drop dead' on his knuckles, and instantly felt a burning sensation on the back of my neck.
"Mhm, good crowd here too..."
Then it hit me.....oh...my...god.
"TRIPPER BOY!" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet. It was all so clear now! The jacket he had thrown on my chair matched the jacket tripper boy was wearing, bright pink, with the teeth of the zipper reaching all the way up the hood.
Im sure I scared Oliver, because as soon as I shot up to my feet, his eyes fluttered open, and he shot up as well, now just sitting on my bed, his arms propping up his torso.
"...tripper boy?" He contorted his face into a questioning look, until his eyes gleamed at mine. "You're the lass I tripped, arent ya?!"
I didn't respond, I wouldn't have known what to say anyways. The only semi logical thing to do at this point was to calm down. I leaned against my dresser, and closed my eyes.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...10, 9, 8-"
"...Is a bomb 'bout to go off in here?"
Oliver broke my concentration. I squeezed my pressure point again, trying to ignore him.
"Hush! Its calming!"
I began counting again, this time softer, the anxiety that was digging into my chest now complacent and dormant once again. I opened my eyes, to see Oliver sitting on my bed, his feet over his edge. His shoes were on again, and his big hazel eyes were staring up at me through his fringe. I couldn't help but notice the amused smile across his lips.
"Calm, love?" He chuckled a bit as my cheeks turned red.
"Anxiety issues....Its..." I trailed off. Like hell I was going to explain myself to this random rock star with a strange accent..I probably was never going to see him again!
He laughed again, before standing up fully. Yes, he was tripper boy; tall and incredibly skinny.
"'Well, thanks for getting me back on m'feet. Youre...interesting, love."
He smiled at me, and with a swagger I hadn't seen in anyone else's walk in my life, he confidently strode out of my room.
I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he left the room. My chest felt as though it was about to explode, and my face was as red as an apple. I slid back down onto the floor, my pumps just mere feet away from me. I sat there for a good few minutes until I could feel my heart go back to its natural rhythm.
Well, now you have 2 options, go back to the party, or hide here for the rest of the night...
Good Christian seemed content musing this dilemma through my head. I, on the other hand, was more than happy just sitting here on my floor, hiding from the potential embarrassments on the other side of the door, and hiding from...Oliver.
Something he did to my heart just made me act like a complete loser, and to be honest, I did not appreciate it one bit.
Somehow, in the course of 10 minutes, this boy, who I had learned was named Oliver, had removed his shoes, taken off his jacket (which was now thrown onto my computer chair), and was half asleep on my bed, his breath keeping time to my heart beats. I was trying to be as calm as possible, my fingers grabbing the 'calming pressure point' fiercely with the grip of a vice. Ridiculous thoughts kept on racing through my mind at warp speed- were my shorts too short? Was my hair starting to poof? Who is this guy? Is my make-up smeared?! Where are my shoes? I honestly just wanted to find the off switch, I desperately wanted peace. With a defeated sigh, I slumped down, my back sliding down against my bed, as my toes barely grazed my dresser on the other side of my room.
"You too, yeah?" He chuckled, his eyes still closed. "Long night, love?"
"Have you ever felt like something can be much too short but much too long at the same time?" I didn't realize how philosophical I had sounded until the words left my mouth. I probably sounded like a complete nutcase. In fact, for a split second I considered mentioning Plato or something, purely for dramatic effect. I mean, hey, if I was going to be a labeled insane, might as well go balls to the wall, right?
"Mmm..." I could hear his tongue click across his teeth, eliciting tiny sucking noises from his mouth. "'f I wasn't so pissed I might....sorry love.'
I sighed a breah of relief, at least he was too out of it to realize my craziness. "So, Oliver, what brings you to my lovely room? Where ya from?"
"Eh, Bring Me The Horizon, m'band, love. Im from Sheffield though.."
"Your band..?" Oh right, the show. "You played a few days ago at Soma?"
He nodded, stretching his arms over his head, reminding me of Emma did the same thing when she was telling me about Jamie, 'the fox'. I also couldn't help but glance at his stomach, as pale and as creamy as split milk...if split milk could turn bright colors, thanks to his tattoos. I glanced up at his hands, the words 'drop dead' on his knuckles, and instantly felt a burning sensation on the back of my neck.
"Mhm, good crowd here too..."
Then it hit me.....oh...my...god.
"TRIPPER BOY!" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet. It was all so clear now! The jacket he had thrown on my chair matched the jacket tripper boy was wearing, bright pink, with the teeth of the zipper reaching all the way up the hood.
Im sure I scared Oliver, because as soon as I shot up to my feet, his eyes fluttered open, and he shot up as well, now just sitting on my bed, his arms propping up his torso.
"...tripper boy?" He contorted his face into a questioning look, until his eyes gleamed at mine. "You're the lass I tripped, arent ya?!"
I didn't respond, I wouldn't have known what to say anyways. The only semi logical thing to do at this point was to calm down. I leaned against my dresser, and closed my eyes.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...10, 9, 8-"
"...Is a bomb 'bout to go off in here?"
Oliver broke my concentration. I squeezed my pressure point again, trying to ignore him.
"Hush! Its calming!"
I began counting again, this time softer, the anxiety that was digging into my chest now complacent and dormant once again. I opened my eyes, to see Oliver sitting on my bed, his feet over his edge. His shoes were on again, and his big hazel eyes were staring up at me through his fringe. I couldn't help but notice the amused smile across his lips.
"Calm, love?" He chuckled a bit as my cheeks turned red.
"Anxiety issues....Its..." I trailed off. Like hell I was going to explain myself to this random rock star with a strange accent..I probably was never going to see him again!
He laughed again, before standing up fully. Yes, he was tripper boy; tall and incredibly skinny.
"'Well, thanks for getting me back on m'feet. Youre...interesting, love."
He smiled at me, and with a swagger I hadn't seen in anyone else's walk in my life, he confidently strode out of my room.
I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he left the room. My chest felt as though it was about to explode, and my face was as red as an apple. I slid back down onto the floor, my pumps just mere feet away from me. I sat there for a good few minutes until I could feel my heart go back to its natural rhythm.
Well, now you have 2 options, go back to the party, or hide here for the rest of the night...
Good Christian seemed content musing this dilemma through my head. I, on the other hand, was more than happy just sitting here on my floor, hiding from the potential embarrassments on the other side of the door, and hiding from...Oliver.
Something he did to my heart just made me act like a complete loser, and to be honest, I did not appreciate it one bit.
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