BIG HARD PROJECT!!! MUST FINIIISSHHHH!!

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Eek. So I tried to post this morning but it seems as though my school has blocked yet ANOTHER thing that I use >_>

Oh well, I can still use LJ, I just can't post to it, no biggie. As long as I can read fickies. That makes me happy.

So last night I decided to make a Christmas Mix CD for Arlette and I so I downloaded a crap-load of new Christmas stuff. My favorites are:

Winter Bells - Kuraki Mai
Baby It's Cold Outisde - Zooey Deschanel
All I Want for Christmas is You - My Chemical Romance

They really make me happeh.

But you know what else makes me happy? This fecking ice cream. It's DELISH. Vanilla Caramel Fudge by Ben && Jerry. Happiness CAN be in a carton, guys!!

Also, Talladega Nights, because that shit's FUNNY.

Hee hee. I'm real tired, but I'm going to start (and hopefully finish) one or two Alter!RoyEd stories. I have three in mind currently, though one of them is on a computer at school, so I'll probably gank it off tomorrow when I'm helping out with Speech.

Okie Dokie, time to get to work.

See ya later ♥

Disclaimer: Uhm. Roy is not a tennis playing high school student with a large band of women (and men) followers, is he? Ok… maybe that second part is true, but he’s not a tennis player, fo’ sho. Fullmetal Alchemist? Not mine.

Chapter Eight – Drunk Confessions

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“Some people, huh?” Ales commented, pointing straight across the yard as she and Roy walked hand-in-hand across it. “Freshman love, so cute! Two boys, too, hmm.”
Roy perked up at this last sentence. He looked at the brunette and raised a brow. “What are you talking about?”
“Those two blondes over there,” she said, pointing once again towards a tree, “they’re definitely kissing.”
Roy rolled his eyes and looked over in the direction of Ales’ finger. “What are you talking about, I don’t see any—“ he stopped.
And looked.
He looked right at Edward Elric locking lips with some kid he didn’t even know. He looked real content with himself. In his stare, Roy didn’t even notice dropping his soda on the ground, until Ales squealed and jumped back.
“Hey dumbass! I just bought these jeans!” She bent over and rubbed them with her hands over and over until she felt content, and then stood back up. “Nice one, Roy, nice one.”
“Uh, sorry,” he could only glance at Ales before his eyes were sucked back like magnets to the two boys across the lawn.
“Hello?” she snapped her fingers in front of his face, “What’s your deal? Two boys together aren’t that big of deal is it?” She tapped her foot, “Hello? Roy? What the fuck?”
He shook his head, “Yeah, whatever.” He bent over and picked up his soda and tossed it towards a nearby can.
“What’s been your deal lately? You haven’t been paying any attention to me.” She crossed her arms across her chest, “You’re always staring out into space and whenever we’re doing anything you’re always talking about some stupid freshie you’re interested in for tennis.” She stepped towards him, “It’s been like this for all this week, the first two weeks you were all about me, and you’ve slowly been fading away. It’s like there’s… there’s someone on the side.”
Roy snapped up, (he had been staring across the lawn. Edward was such a little fucker!), “Come on, let’s not start with that.” He smiled and moved towards her on the lawn, putting a hand around her thin waist. “You know you’re special and I care about you.”
“It sounds like all you care about is that stupid freshman,” She said, whipping her head away from him as he tried to kiss her. “All you do is talk about him.”
“I’m sorry,” he smiled, resting his head on her shoulder, “You’re right.”
Ales smiled at him, “Roy, you just need to get your priorities in order is all.”
Roy let out one laugh, “And that’s why I like you so much, you aren’t afraid to be full of yourself, just like—“
Ales lifted her head, “What? What was that?”
Roy smiled nervously, “Nothing, honey…?”
“Like who, Roy? Like who? Like that girl you’ve got on the side?” Ales had pushed away from Roy by now and was now clenching her fists, trying to keep herself calm.
“I haven’t got a girl on the side, Ales, honey!” He was losing this battle fast. How could he make such a stupid mistake?
“Don’t ‘Ales, honey’ me! I been thinking that you were cheating on me all week, and now I’ve confirmed it! Who is it, Roy?” She had her teeth together and was grinding them angrily in between sentences.
“NO ONE.” Roy growled.
“DON’T YOU SHOUT AT ME! THAT’S IT,” she screamed, pushing him away, “WE’RE THROUGH.” She stomped away, and, as Roy watched her, she pushed anyone in her way clear across the lawn.
Roy didn’t bother following her at first, still taking in the shock of actually being dumped, and by Ales of all people. He glanced at the two blondes bitterly and then finally spun around angrily and raced away, not quite sure where he was going, whether it was after his now ex-girlfriend or just away from that boy. Just as long as he was getting away.

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He wanted to go further. He really did. He wanted to make the boy pant and moan and make him call his name.
But he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything more than kiss Alfons, because just doing that reminded him of Roy. He could feel the fire in his heart, but it didn’t burn for Alfons at all. It was burning so painfully, telling him no, this isn’t the right one. Try the one you had before. So, as mentally painful as it was, he had pull away from Alfons.

I've decided that this is my new journal. Since no one reads this ANYWAY and it's the only accessable blog from school, I can write in it in Keyboarding because I don't have anything to do for what must be thirty minutes... it's rediculous.

Band is in five minutes :D. JARED ISN'T OUR SECTION LEADER ANYMORE.

...unless you're a trumpet, you can't know how happy that makes me...

Jerel is so much nicer... we got so much done last night! I was so proud of our section. Sept, I was sick so I had to sit out one set of Chopstix... I was all coughcough.

Ew.

I love the new RoyEd doujin I got last night :D IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. I really should have gone to bed earlier than I did... but it was so good, put me in such a great mood. (Not like this icky class). I should have some Naruto waiting for me when I get home (ha... some? more like ONE HUNDRED EPISODES) unless my ickyface brother logged me off again. It said it only had 3 hours left... it's been well over three hours.

I'm supposed to hang out with Arlette... but we haven't talked as of late so I don't know WHAT we're doing... I'll stay here until four and if she doesn't call or show up, I'll go home and log on to YIM and see if she's on, and we'll go from there.

Ok... so I better go... this was looong : D

yaaaayjournal

Love,
Maria

Bored.
As.
hell.

Today I finished a new fic and I've started my own drabbles. The first one is called The Love and Hate game, and I guess it's pretty good. I did some major updating and shit on there and now it's all informed. I put warnings on my earlier stuff and it basically said that if It's before november, it's bad. I got rid of one of my least popular stories. I always kind of hated it, but... oh well.

I'm not quite sure why I have an LJ. Probably because of Kara and Satch. Damn Satch, you CRAZE.

Right now I'm working on a drabble called Music, where Roy and Ed argue over what's better, new rock or classic rock.

Roy will win.

I suppose.

Okbai.

ALES <3

Hah! Led you on, didn't I? No, I'm not here to write a new chapter, but just to say that I FINISHED a new chapter last night. ^^ It was adorable. GO READ MY FIC: Every Fan Gets a Prize! It's on fanfiction. Read it. People like it, you might too.

I'm hoping to finish my fifth chapter before Sunday when I leave for band camp, because after that I will not be able to write for about a week. Then I will have Saturday Night/Sunday Morning (in which I will be cleaning my clothes) so I won't get to write most likely. I hope I can finish a chapter by then!

When I return from band camp I will have an entire month to write, so I will work on Waiting Game then. I have no inspiration for where after Edward names his girl. He's like just sitting there after Winry hands him Sol.

Oh well.

I'll work on it, I promise. GO ME

I <3 Hope.

Ales