what have we gotten ourselves into?// (Myssi)

[Sync]

we only want to sing you to sleep
(with your bedroom speakers oh oh )
I WE NEED UMBRELLAS ON THE INSIDE GIVE ME THIS NIGHT

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Her frame froze as she stared at the test. No, it wasn't a math test, nor an English one. This test held her future in it's results, and the result wasn't what she wanted at all. Two blue lines glared at her from the pregnancy test, tears rolling down her ghostly white cheeks. Her free hand went instantly to her stomach, caressing it gently. Inside it was a baby, or the beginnings of one anyway. Her head ripped up from the test when she thought of the father. How was she going to tell Jack? Her silent tears turned to soft sobs, she tucked the test into her pocket and vacated her bathroom. Her oracles darted around her room nervously, glad to see no sign of her room mate. Her eyes fell on the pair of sleeping Basset hounds curled up on their dog bed at the foot of her bed. She walked over to them, scooping up the female she had named Eden, and tucking her under her arm. The male didn't stir, and she knew he wouldn't at all. The pair had been very good puppies to look after. But a baby won't be...

Her feet tapped against the carpeted hallway of the dorms, making her way toward the recreation room which catered for members of each house. She was hoping to run into Wes, Jack's brother. Wes had become a close friend to her, someone she felt she could confide him. But, how would he react to knowing what she and his brother had done. She shuddered, shutting down her mind to keep herself from thinking about it. Unconsciously, her hand rest against her stomach. She already felt protective of her non-existent bump. She let herself into the room, her hand pressing back against her flat stomach, and made a beeline for the sofa. Her knees pulled up to her chest, she placed Eden beside her and the female canine fell asleep instantly. Scar's oracles widened as she realized something. She wouldn't be able to ride until she had the baby. A shudder ran down her spine as she thought about giving birth, her mother had always described the immense pain of having children, Much to Scar's dismay. The girl began to cry once again, her forehead pressing against her knees. She knew some women rode in the early stages of pregnancy, but she wouldn't want to chance it. Nine months without riding, at a riding academy? People would obviously start talking when the bump started to form, but just as she was getting somewhere with both Dakota and Paddy, her hard work was to be ripped from her grasp.

Her fists clenched, suddenly angry at Jack. But, more so at herself. What would her mother say? Why hadn't they used protection? She didn't know that answer herself, but it was probably the heat of the moment sort of thing. Her hands both placed on her hidden stomach, tracing circles soothingly over it. There was one thing she was positive of though, the fact that she would be keeping it. Whether Jack liked it or not. I'll never leave you, sweetheart. she cooed quietly to her stomach. Anyone around her would think she was talking to Eden, that wasn't so bad. If they knew the truth though, judgmental thoughts would emerge immediately. Shame would be brought to her at an instant. She wondered how long she could keep it from the academy, she doubted it would be long. Nothing ever stayed a secret for long at this place.

(T A G ? !) Myssi
( W O R D S ? !) five hundred and ninety one
( S T A T U S ? !) complete
( O U T F I T ? !) click?!
( N O T E S ? !) awh, poor Scar )':
( C R E D I T ? !) this lovely code was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by fall out boy

[lorilie]

Wes frowned at his Geometry book, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the sight of the many shapes and numbers filling the page. Math had never been the fifteen-year-old's niche... that was animals. Biology was okay, English a breeze, and History was fine, but when it came down to numbers, math and Chemistry were way out of his rather small comfort zone.

Of course, he'd heard about how people who liked English and hated math were better at Geometry, and liked it better. Geometry used the same side of the brain that English used; the creative side. Math used the more logical side. It was only proper to assume that Geometry should be easier for him, but he was wondering when the creative part of his brain would decide to kick in.

Perhaps he'd ask Scar. The sixteen year old girl, and his brother's girlfriend at that, was much better at subjects he had difficulty in, and she was better at explaining things to him. Wes sighed and dropped his head to the desk softly, closed his eyes for a blissful minute of no math. Sui, his kangaroo rat, squirmed slightly in his shirt's chest pocket before settling again.

Jack was off working with Skyrian and Gemma in the arena, trying to work with the horse on pinning. Gemma would play cow, and Sky would be the cowhorse, as usual, because he wouldn't be a good cow horse if he thought that he was the cow.

Playing "cow" was something Wes had taught Gemma. The younger of the Irwin brothers had a knack for understanding animals in ways no one really understood. His soft nature and quick, observant eye captured and retained details that gave clues to the animal's behaviour, clues no one else thought to look for. This clever eye and mind had earned him the reputation of an animal training prodigy back home, but Wes had never been one to flaunt things. He'd yet to show the teachers of BRRA his skills.

The only ones who really knew about his curious ways with animals were Jack and Scar. Jack had told Scar everything about Wes, with his brother's permission of course. Knowing his brother was too shy to talk about himself for himself, the elder of the two had always taken it upon himself to introduce and explain Wes, not that he was an easy person to understand. He was a complicated, twisting mind, one that did not function in the ways that a normal teenager's could possibly comprehend or understand.

But, in one way, Wes was very understandable.

He hated math.

[Sync]

we only want to sing you to sleep
(with your bedroom speakers oh oh )
I WE NEED UMBRELLAS ON THE INSIDE GIVE ME THIS NIGHT

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Her chin pressed into her knees, her oracles staring blankly ahead of her. Eden had moved so that she tucked in the triangle formed by her legs, still snoozing happily. She had been sat like this for about half an hour, and finally zoned back into the present time. She looked around, seeing the room was now empty except one person and herself. Wes was sat at a table glaring furiously at a work book. She sighed in relief, her frame picking up from the sofa. She scooped up the sleeping canine and held her to her chest. Her feet carried her straight to Wes, tears already forming in her eyes. She took the seat opposite him, still holding Eden close to her chest. Hey Wes, having some trouble? she asked the male, who's head was resting against the desk. Her voice was as steady as she could get it, and she offered him a sad smile.

It was obvious the female was upset, her face didn't hold the open friendly expression it usually did. She may be shy, but she liked to meet new people and learn about them. Her eyes were locked on Wes absentmindedly, wondering how she could venture into telling him what she had just learnt herself. Yet, she chose to say silent, her fingers running up and down the short fur of Eden. Her eyes cast downwards suddenly, studying the wooden desk. Her palms grew sweaty, a sure sign she was undoubtedly nervous. She also knew that Wes would probably pick up on it, he was good at things like that. She also knew that speaking to Wes would make things a little easier. The fact that someone else knowing would take a little weight of her shoulders was suddenly all that she wanted. Wes, I have something to tell you.. she started hesitantly, still staring at the table. I'm- I'm Pregnant. she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. Other people had entered the room again, and now she had to keep her voice to the absolute lowest she could. Her eyes never left the desk, but a shimmer of relief sparked inside her. Now all she had to do is tell Jack.

(T A G ? !) Myssi
( W O R D S ? !) three hundred and seventy
( S T A T U S ? !) complete
( O U T F I T ? !) click?!
( N O T E S ? !) this was wubbish "/
( C R E D I T ? !) this lovely code was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by fall out boy

[lorilie]

With his eyes closed and his head resting comfortably, Wes was on the verge of falling asleep. Of course, the logical, less dominate side of him argued against peaceful rest. This was not, at all, a good position to fall asleep in. his back and neck were at an unnatural angle. Staying like this would mean that in approximently four hours, he would wake from discomfort.

But, the other side of him put up a respectable fight as well. This side was the lazy, tired side, and the more dominate. He could sleep in this position if he really wanted to, it said. After all, a sore neck wasn't so bad. It's not like his muscles wouldn't sort themselves out later, and he was so tired. Maybe a quick snooze wouldn't hurt?

The logical part took a deep breath, as though readying it's explanation, but was cut off by the sound of a voice. Scarlett's vocals drifted to him, and he raised his head, his eyes bleary. "When I'm murdered by math, please, lead the investigation and put this demon spawn behind bars."

The fifteen year old shook his hair out of his eyes, successfully waking himself. He looked at Scar, and took in her state of sadness, the red eyes, the tears, the pale skin. Instantly he frowned, his eyes getting worried and fiercely protective all at once. "What the hell did he do, where is he, and do you think it should be death by spork or by whiplashing?" He asked her, voice low. If anyone else would have heard this, they would have believed Wes to be completely serious about killing his brother. Wes couldn't ever do that, of course, but he knew how to wring the older boy's neck.

His jaw did not drop when she revealed it to him. He did not make any thoughts of accustion or judgement. After all, who was he to judge? he was a fifteen year old gay boy. Judging others was wrong. But, as he stood and walked over to her to envelop her in his arms and hold her close, one question rose to his lips. His hackles, had he been a dog, would have been slightly raised at this question. "He didn't force you to have sex, did he?" His voice was gentle as one arm snaked around her back and the other patted Eden's head gently.