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My Boyfriend Is A Girl!? ((Memster101&Firetail606))

((My favourite thing is making people guess between a group of two different types of stone, which is sodalite and which is lapis lazuli x3))


I shake my head, shuddering a bit at the thought of actually adding more spice or hotness to the pizza. "I never thought that my first decent roommate would be suicidal." I let out a false sigh and shake my head again. "Rest in peace, dude..." I reach to my bedside table and pull out a lighter, flicking it on and holding it up before dropping my head as if I were at some silent vigil. Obviously I was just teasing through all this, but still... I couldn't even imagine how painful it'd be to eat what he'd suggested.
 
((Lapis lazuli has gold, not white streaks :3 ))


I pretended to put some hot sauce on it and took a bite, making a gun shot sound around it. A few guteral sounds later, I fell back against the bed, tongue sticking out comically. I managed to hold this for a few moments before laughing. "Oh my god," I mused, shaking my head after sitting up. "That was great theatrics, dude."
 
((Yii! ^-^ It's hilarious watching people freak out when they just see several handfuls of the two stones mixed together x3))


I bust out laughing about the same time as Ash, a bright grin on my face. "Same to you, my friend! Same to you." I take another bite of my own pizza and carelessly throw the lighter back at the table, groaning in frustration as it bounces off my lamp and falls onto the floor. "It'll be hell trying to find that." I saw after swallowing, then let out a small sigh alongside a shrug. "I'll get it later..."
 
((I bet!! I need to get some lapis!))


I grinned happily at the compliment, smoothing a hand through my hair. I watched the lighter bounce and cocked my head to the side some. "If you don't mind me asking, why the lighter? Candles or?" I couldn't imagine him smoking considering the fact he was on the basketball team and while I wasn't sure,I knew to play on my high school team you had to pass a drug test. Of course, I wouldn't jugde if Elijah was into that sort of stuff. It wasn't like I hadn't done pot before.
 
((You do! And if you don't have any, you should also get amethyst. It does well to help you stay calm, and actually can help with panic attacks. Obviously it's not a one-stop cure, but over time, it really can help!'


\\I don't know if you believe in the energy side of crystals and stones, but that's part of the amethyst one ;w; ))


I stiffen a bit, but soon enough relax as I realize I don't actually have to tell him the full reasoning. "Yeah, if the power ever goes out they're in there." I gesture to the cabinet space under my nightstand. I never lock the doors on it even though there's a key slot, just because there's times I've got to get inside it and I can't fumble with keys.. All that's in there are different sorts of candles and backup lighters/matches anyway, so it's not that big of a deal. "They're all unscented, though.. So they won't help with anything like that."
 
((I have loads of amethyst, it's my birth stone :) And I actually do believe in the energy side. I've noticed that it's helped with my depression and such a lot but whether it's a placebo affect or not I've yet to decide >>))


I nodded and made a mental note of this, knowing if he didn't mind I'd be lighting candles a lot. As embarrassing as it was, I was still sort of scared of the dark and god forbid if a lightening or thunder storms came. "This is going to sound really weird but if you want to get some scented ones I'm totally down. As long as they're basic things like fresh cotton or whatever they're called. I'd like to have the place smelling nice, even if it is just for us bachelors." I smiled sheepishly at this, running a hand through my hair as I waited for some sort of ridicule.
 
((Oh, cool! x3 I suck with remembering birthstones..


And, hey.. Whether its a non-consumable sugar pill or the actual thing, at least it works, right? x3))


I chuckle a bit and nod, "Yeah, that's totally fine." I then reach up to scratch the back of my head, knowing I actually would have to tell him... Thinking about it, I should've known I'd have to. He's my roommate, and he'll actually be around for awhile. I just won't go into the backstory... That's at least something. "We'll have to keep the scented candles away from the unscented ones, though.. Sometimes I get these.. I guess they're like panic attacks. They're not as bad as some people get them, but yeah, I guess they're that." I shrug, trying to keep it nonchalant. "If I start having one, things can get really bad really fast. A long time ago I learned that if I light a candle and watch the flame, I start to calm down. But if any sort of foreign scent is added, it makes it worse. So.. They'll just have to be kept in different places, if that's cool with you? That way I don't accidentally grab a scented one when I'm in the middle of an attack."
 
((Yeah! Worse comes to worse I have a bunch of pretty stones xD Its really interesting to me though: 3 ))


I blinked as he started to inform me about his episodes, but kept my face gentle. Depression and all of that had never really been an issue for me. Aside from the slight dysmorphia I'd always suffered from with my gender identity, I considered myself pretty ordinary in the mental department. But it didn't mean I was insensitive to it. "If that ever happens while I'm around or I walk in on it, what should I do to help?" I asked, chewing at my lip some.
 
((Very true x3 And yeah, that's pretty much how I look at it!))


To say I was shocked by Ash asking how he could help would be an understatement... I was flabbergasted.((Because I've always wanted to use that word in an RP??)) "Oh, um.. Just.. I guess if I'm bad enough by the time I realize, I'm not usually able to actually get the candle by myself, since I end up accidentally hurting myself one way or the other.. So I guess if you could just get it out and light it for me? And.. Don't touch me or try to talk to me until I'm able to breathe properly. Other than that.. I think I've pretty much got it all, myself." I smile faintly, but then blush deeply as I remember something.


"Actually.. Wait until I've actually blown the candle out before you come near me, because I'm usually really emotional once I start calming down.. My last boyfriend actually loved it because I'd just sorta cling to him and he'd let me cry against him, then that'd usually end a couple hours later with us in bed..." I shake my head, "Which was probably incredibly inappropriate to tell you... Anyway, I don't put the candle away until I'm emotionally stable again. Somehow watching the flame mellows me out enough that it gets me through the panic, and any or all other feelings I've got until I get back to normal."
 
((Yeah! I think I might be doing comicon this year >>))


I nodded some as he spoke, also adding to my growing mental files. I'd have to do a lot of memorizing now that I was living with someone else. I blushed some at the extra information and rubbed some at the back of my neck. "Well I'll be sure to keep that in mind, " I mused some, giving a nervous chuckle. I was glad there was at least something I could do to help. If there was anything I hated more it was feeling useless.
 
(( O: Really?! Are you going to cosplay, or??))


I smile genuinely. At first I was going to try and make some joke to make it all seem less serious, but.. It almost didn't seem fair. Here Ash is, being understanding and kind, there's no way I could just brush that off. "Thank you." I say softly, tilting my head to the side a bit as I then let out a breath I hadn't quite noticed I'd been holding. "Anyway.. It doesn't happen often, just random shit triggers the attacks." I speak more lightheartedly now, then glance at the time and smirk to Ash ,"I think it's about time we head toward math.. Ready to meet Professor Harkin?"
 
((Yeah! My friends are going as the Seven Deadly Sins and they said I could go as the Devil :3))


I smiled when I saw the gratitude in his eyes and rubbed some at my neck again. I wasn't good at heart to hearts and I knew that it wasn't something a lot of guys felt at home with either, so I felt fairly relieved when the moment was over. I had completely forgotten about the up coming class and laughed some , mostly to myself. "Right. We should probably head out, huh?"


I stood up and pulled out the non class items from one of the bags I'd broughten, slinging it over my shoulder once I'd done so. "Alright, ready when you are."
 
(( That's awesome! :3 Have fun!!!))


While I watch Ash getting his bag together, I stand and grab my own, then grab my cell phone off the table next to my bed. I'd debated getting the lighter off the floor now, but... I'm really too lazy. So I turn when Ash says he's ready and smile, nodding. I head toward the door, my dorm key stuffed in a pocket in my backpack so I didn't have to worry about losing it. "You ready for this? Harkin can be a bit of a hard ass... And the girls in class are obsessed with him. He's that stereotypical young teacher. The only reason most girls take his class is because he's attractive." I can't help but roll my eyes. I don't get why girls would do that.. Unless they're really looking forward to getting in trouble, and the Professor getting fired, why would they even try?"
 
((Yeah!! Are you going to go this year?))


I grinned at this and shook my head in amusement. "Why even bother b taking the class? He's probably in a relationship if not engagrd," I wondered aloud, shifting on my heels as I spoke. "I'm not that nervous though to be honest. I had some pretty awful teachers at my high school. Nothing I can't handle." After a moment or two of debating, I decided to risk my next comment. "Do you think he's cute?" I mused, offering a teasing but nervous grin.
 
((Nah, I've never been to comicon.. Though I'd love to go someday *o* ))


I chuckle and shake my head, "He flirts back. Likes to express how single he is." I nod in agreement with him stating about having awful teachers, but then stall a bit when he asks his question. "Uh.. I mean, physically, yeah." It was weird to talk to another guy about whether or not I find other guys attractive... Really weird. "But he's a huge dick. Like I said, he flirts back at the girls, actually makes some pretty crude comments, sometimes." I shrug, swallowing hard to try pushing away the awkwardness. "And he's a huge homophobe, so.. All that kinda throws a shadow over any physical attractiveness."
 
((I hope you can go some day!!))


I cringed internally when I saw how awkward I had made him feel. Well I guess I knew what not to bring up in the future. I fell silent for a few moments, chewing at my lip as we walked. "Oh...Yeah, I could see how that'd put a damper on things," I murmured, swallowing. "Does he usually leave you alone or?" I was sure if he said at least some of the things Elijah claimed he did, he could get fired. I wondered why no on had tried yet.
 
((Thanks, I do too! x3))


I shrug, "He's a dick... Me and like two others in the class are actually out, and teachers hear the rumors too. Of course he makes comments sometimes, but it's really only if we somehow get his attention. Grades us harsher than the other students, but that really just means we've got to try harder." I smile a bit, hoping not to make Ash feel bad for bringing it up, or pity me or anything.. I hate getting pitied by people... "Aside from having to pay more attention to an asshole, it's not that bad."
 
(( I'm nervous about going over the top e.e))


"That's still not fair though. Have you tried to say anything about it to his Dean?" I asked, chewing some at my lip. He had no right to treat any of his students differently, regardless of their sexual orientation or what have you. "Does he do anything to anyone if a different race?" If he did, that would get him fired faster than I could pass a ball. Maybe even revok his license.
 
((Believe me, go as over the top as you want! Cosplay is all about your expression. And the more in-depth, accurate, and/or your costume is, the better! owo))


I shrug and shake my head, "Nah, it's not that big a deal. The occasional comment and pushing me harder isn't that bad. I hear worse from other students, and at least I know whatever grades I get, I earn. Like.. He won't give me or the other guy any freebies on tests or anything, but he also won't cut us any points. He's fair in that way, but a total jackass otherwise."
 
(( I hope so! I found some really cool horns I like but I'd have to make them and I have no idea how I'd go about that >> ))


I nodded some at this, but was obviously still not pleased with the new information. I had a feeling that I'd be having a very hard time with this teacher, especially if he started to pick on Elijah while I was around. Or anyone else for that matter. Unfortunately, my strong protective nature often got me into trouble and on more accounts than I cared to recall I had been in fights, regardless of gender. A sigh left me but aside from that I fell silent as we headed towards the class. Lost in my own thoughts, I wondered just how hard this was going to be for me. It was already proving to be a struggle and I wasn't even past my first day....


I blinked when we started to slow down, having transverse the campus to the math building. "Is this our class?" I asked, looking over at Elijah.
 
(( o: Do you have a picture of them or a link? A few of my friends have made horns for Homestuck cosplays, and I could ask them for some tips?))


I smile and nod, then reach up to ruffle Ash's hair. "It is. But don't really worry about Harkin. He'll be cool to you, just don't try being a hero for anyone.. Alright?" I give him a soft smile, trying not to let any sadness into it before letting out a small breath. "Um.. It'll probably be safe to walk in together since we're roommates and it's your first day, but you'll probably want to find someone else to sit with.. They like doing the whole 'bully by association' thing, here."
 
(( Okay :) ))


My eyes widened slightly in surprise at the affectionate gesture, but I smiled, not wanting him to think I was uncomfortable with it. My smile faltered though at him suggesting we sit in different places and I shook my head. "No. Like I said, I don't care what other people think. I only have to deal with them for the next year or so, after that, I'll probably never see them again. So," I shrugged my shoulders, bumping my shoulder to his in an equally affectionate gesture. It was something I'd seen my brothers do often enough and figured that would be better than full out hugging Elijah. Even if he was a gay guy, that might be too much of a stretch for him. I was, after all, supposedly straight.


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((I'll get that to my friends tomorrow and see what they say! ^-^


Personally I'd say you could probably get some sort of sturdy craft wire, shape it how you want, wrap some thin foam around and duct tape it down, then use more, slightly thicker foam as a second layer to carve out the thorns and other texture, then lastly a sort of aluminum foil to make the outer layer seem more flawless. You can use tape again to keep it together, then spray paint over it, OR you can glue the foil down and leave it as is or spray paint still...


Though, I've never made something like this... That's just my guessing by looking at the picture ;w; ))


I give an appreciative smile, though there's still a bit of fear to it. I really don't want Ash to get bullied.. High school kids can be cruel, sure. But college kids? They feel like they have no limits, most of the time. "Alright, then... Let's get ready to enter hell." I sigh a bit before pushing the door open and walking into the class, holding the door still for Ash. The room holds probably around 100 students, but there's only 30 in this class. By the time Ash and I walk in, at least 20 are already there, and several of them stare at me with dirty looks when I come in. Very openly, might I add. Though no one says anything right off, which I'm appreciative of.
 
(( Damn >> Well there's some ideas xD Thank you though!))


I smiled softly and tried to think of a way to ease Elijah's apprehension, but was left no time before he led me into the large class room. I didn't think I had ever seen a room for teacher so large before...My school had been relatively small, only about 200 for a graduating class. It was a lot to take in. I frowned to myself when I noticed the dirty looks shot at Ash and glared back at them, raising a brow some in a challenging manner as I followed him towards the back of the classroom. Once Elijah found a pair of seats to his liking, I dropped my bag next to me and took one of them, looking around curiously at the other students in the class. Elijah had been right, most of the students in the room consisted of girls, all fairly young and looking for trouble.


I shook my head to myself at this, resisting the urge to roll my eyes before scoping out the minority of my classmates. They varied in age and gender, but most everyone seemed to be at least in their twenties with the occasional out lairs (( that's probably spelled wrong, sorry e.e)) of adults. It surprised me to see people who could have been my father's age sharing a classroom with me, but I supposed it was something you got over fairly soon. Before I got caught staring though, I started to unpack my things, pulling out a notebook and pencil to take notes with.
 
((x'D Of course))


I ignore all the looks as we walk through the classroom, thankfully not many people sat toward the back... I swear, even the 'straight' males in here have something going for Harkin.. I, however, normally just keep my head down. I don't speak in this class unless absolutely necessary, and I do believe that's one thing that helps me to stay safe. Most people don't do anything physically to me since I'm one of the best basketball players on the team, but people who don't follow the sports here... That's a different story.


After a few minutes of me staying silent while looking through my past notes, Professor Harkin walks in. As usual his black hair is styled, gelled back but not to where it looks disgustingly greasy. His always-there stubble graces his upper lip and jawbone, and he looks around with such a conceded smirk. That is, until his eyes land on me. He sees someone next to me and his brown eyes narrows slightly before the smirk returns. He sets up behind his desk then waves his hand at me, "Gay boy, come here a minute."

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