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Post by Aleksandra Krum on May 31, 2007 0:13:18 GMT -5
"Its ok, Jake. I'm fine. It doesn't bother me... much." She smiled. He was trying to make her feel better. She could tell he felt bad for not being there, but there was nothing he could have done."It's ok, Jake. Just, promise me that you will be there for the next practice." She said and looked over at Tanner. It always seemed they acted differently when the other was around. It was a little weird. She didn't know what else to say to make Jake feel better.
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Post by Tanner Boot on May 31, 2007 18:43:40 GMT -5
d**n Jake. Always had to make everything a big deal. In truth, this made Tanner extremely jealous. Why did Jake has such charisma? Why did Jake get most of the girls? Maybe he wasn't as beautiful as he was made out to be, and was really very ugly. The thought made him wince slightly as he turned to the side to face the two, his so-called best friend as well as the princess of which had made her way in to his heart. Tanner's chest was closing up with jealousy; it was just the person he was. It didn't seem anything big now that Jakey had burst in. He felt that Jakey was better than him, and you have no idea how badly he wanted to turn the tables on that boy with the camera. But he contained than in and just nodded to the nurse to fix Aleksandra's wounded wrist.
And the nurse did just that. As the potion began to kick in, Aleksandra's bone started to snap back in to its place. The nurse did a tad of magic to close the wound and make sure the wrist was clean and straight as it had been before the fall during Quidditch Practice. "Quidditch has always been a dangerous game. I have no idea why you kids still play it these days," the nurse sighed, then went to tend to another student.
Tanner felt bad for feeling this way about Aleksandra, and thinking so badly of Jake. But he couldn't help it.
What he wanted most was to go out to the Herebology Greenhouses and water his plants. And he wanted Aleksandra, but he'd have to work for her.
Hum.
He ran a hand over his lovely olive sick, flexing his thin, toned abs for a moment in thought. He ran a hand through his thin bunch of light brown hair and allowed his warm brown eyes to zone off a bit, only to snap back to attention; looking towards Aleksandra and Jake.
Gorgeous boy, Tanner was.
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on May 31, 2007 19:19:42 GMT -5
Aleksandra winced at the noises the bones made as the were popping back into place. It didn't hurt, but the noise bothered her. She then inspected her arm to make sure it looked ok. She moved her feet to the floor and looked at her arm. "Hmm what do you think, Jake?" She asked. She looked up at Tanner and smiled. "What about you, Tanner?" She asked. She put her arm between the two and let them look over it.
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Post by Jake Creevey on May 31, 2007 22:09:27 GMT -5
Jake turned to Tanner, having now completely forgotten about his sper odd anger inside of him for the male, and was now full of relief and a smile played on his lips.
"Well thank god you are alright, and you're arm is better, and..." He trailed off a moment. Creevey, Jake, had spotted Tanners jealous and almost- was it... Sad, gaze? Oh me, oh my. What ever would Jake do to make Tanner better? It seemed Jake was clueless at this point, having been filled with much joy and such, but now he was just confused. Why was Tanner acting so... Odd?
Straiting up, and turning away from Tanner with a soft, 'I-dunno-what's-wrong-but-I-would-do-anything-to-make-it-better' sort of smile, Jake began speech again. But, he really shouldn't have smiled like that to Tanner; maybe he would get some ideas...
"B.. But I wasn't able to get a picture! Now how are you supposed to remember it?"
Silly Jake. He thinks that Camera's are the only source of memory; but deep down he knows otherwise, and is just a Camera-stalking, obsessed freaky little boy. Sigh, yes? Yes. Anyways, Jake turned away from Aleksandra for a short while, and smirked at Tanner.
"Why so quiet, bud?", He asked in a very Slytherin tone, winking playfully at Tanner. Oh, how he hoped that his best friend, Booty-Tan face Tanner (YEY), was okay.
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on May 31, 2007 22:14:43 GMT -5
Aleksandra sighed and laid down at the foot of the bed. She yawned. She had a long day and was tired. Thankfully she still had her quidditch robes on and she was able to use them as a blanket. She looked at Tanner and frowned. She hated seeing him or Jake sad. They were her best friends. She hoped he didn't blame himself for what happened to her arm. It wasn't his fault. He had actually saved her. She waited for him to answear her and Jake's questions.
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Post by Tanner Boot on May 31, 2007 22:22:06 GMT -5
"Nothing, mate," Tanner said with a smile that he forced out of myself, making sure it looked absolutely natural and lovely, as usual, "Zoned off admiring the lovely work of healing the nurse had done of Sandra's wrist, here," he finished off as he smiled at the nurse, running a hand over his hair, then leaning over and softly batting at Jake's arm, "S'wrong, mate?" he asked, having noticed that look that was given to him. He knew that look, and of course sacrastically commented, "Yes, rub my feet and trim my nails, Jakey, dear," He chuckled a tad and shook his head softly, leaning back on his pillow with a sigh, "Sandra, I'm sorry about the fall," he said, eyebrows moving in to a concerned expression, "We'll rematch later with no injuries. I'm sorry, though,"
Once again he thought of Jake. Why was Jake a step up from him when it came to Aleksandra? d**n Jake. Why'd he have to be so perfectly loud and interesting. He furrowed his eyebrows, but then softened them. Jake was his best friend. Aleksandra was his crush. No need to get heated over it.
But Tanner was a person to hold grudges. He knew he wouldn't be loving on Jake like he normally did.
He turned on his side and closed his eyes.
Tanner; drama queen at times.
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Post by Jake Creevey on May 31, 2007 22:33:55 GMT -5
"Wrong? With me? Oh, there is nothing wrong with me, darling Booty, only the fact that:, He playfully pushed Tanner from his bed, smirking once more with a loud laugh. "Psh. If there is nothing wrong with you, why do you want me to pamper you, dear? Huh? Only PMSing, weak little females need their every demand attended too. Gee, you female." Jake let out another loud laugh, extending a hand to the now floored Tanner to help the boy up. Tee hee, indeed.
He shook a few strands of hair from his eyes, looking at Aleksandra from over his shoulder. "That shouldn't offend you, now should it? You are not weak or little, darling. And me and Tanner love ye' for it." He smiled his biggest, brightest smile and, somewhere above the Love God must have been beaming at the three. Except Tanner. Who was being lame inside his mind. God d**n that Tanny.
Turning again to Tanner, he wiggled his fingers a moment, then used his free hand to run it threw his still slightly wind blown hair. That wind had been going on for days... And Jake despised it. Ho hum, how bothersome.
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on May 31, 2007 22:38:09 GMT -5
Aleksandra frowned," Yea it does offend me." She said laughing. She 'kicked' Jake off the bed and onto the floor. " How do you like being on the floor?" She asked laughing. She looked at Tanner. She knew something was bothering him. She got up and helped Jake up off the floor and then sat next to Tanner." Hey there boy!" She said smiling," What's wrong? Tell Princess Hufflepuff what is wrong." She said laughing. She then narrowed her eyes and said," No one calls me that and no ones knows I called myself that, got it?" She said to Jake and Tanner.
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Post by Marco Krum on May 31, 2007 22:58:28 GMT -5
Tanner let out an 'ooph' as he landed on the cold floor, the chill running up his body. He immediately was awarded with goosebumps and let his eyes narrow in to a glare at Jake. He hated when Jake got like this. Tanner wanted to stand up and scream at him for being a meanie-face, but he didn't. That would make him look like a pansy. And then Jakey had to go and talking about how he was some PMSing weak little female, and that got him angry. He allowed the steam to build up on the inside and just let out a sigh, waving his hand. He didn't have anything against females, no, he loved them; but when he was called a femmie when he had more muscle and strength than Jake just bugged him. Now Jake was letting himself get a big head. Allow Tanner to pop that for him with the next insult. {STRIPEY, THAT'S YOUR QUE}
He chuckled at the Hufflepuff Princess and shook his head, running a hand over his hair again, "I'm perfectly fine, perfectly fine," he said, with a reassuring smile to the beautiful girl.
{{I'm bring in Marco when the fighting starts.}}
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Post by Jake Creevey on May 31, 2007 23:16:05 GMT -5
Jake glared a little, not much wanting Aleksandra so close to Tanner, and hating the way he said that...
"Perfectly fine, perfectly fine," Jake mocked, raising a hand imitating Tanner's lip movements. He could tell this was getting his friend roused and upset, but, hell, he was also rather angry. If Aleksandra went for Tanner... He would.... Well, beat the s**t out of Tanner, for one, then probably apologies repeatedly and like sob to him and Aleksandra and Marco before killing himself, or something. Yep, thats basically it. At the moment... He was just looking to have a little fun, little did he know what would come would tear himself and the Boot child apart.
Jake snarled, "You sound like such a pretty boy, Tanny." He walked around the bed, and back again with deadly soft footsteps that even Madam Pomfry (spelling is BAD.), gave a bit of a shiver, but dared not turn away from her patient.
"God, Tanner, grow a freaking penis or something."
ooc;; OH NOES.
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Post by Marco Krum on May 31, 2007 23:30:01 GMT -5
The nurse of the Hospital Wing had gone inside her office to retrieve something, luckily, before she could heard the last bit of Jake's name-calling. She was safely protected from the boys' fists behind a thick wooden door; of which also drowned out the talking. So, she was gently seraching through antidotes for her patient with the large red hives as two boys were about to go at it.
Tanner allowed his hand to twitch with the wanting to rip Jake's face off. He stopped himself. He wasn't about to let all his steam out on Slytheirn Jake. It's his nature, Tanner kept telling himself, Slytherins act like this. You're used to him.
He looked up at Jake's face right as he said that last bit, and Tanner's arm was tingling with wanting now. He uncurved his fingers, then clenched then again, as Jake was in the middle of his last sentence.
Tanner was quick up from the bed he had been resting in, Aleksandra beside him. He had total control over his body now, the steam rushing through him and in to his fist. He brought his arm up and decked his 'best friend' hard in the side of the face. No words could be said at the moment my Tanner. His punch must have said it all. And, it must have hurt like hell. He still had his Quidditch gloves on from practice, which might have added extra impact.
Tanner was suprised at himself, then, for a moment. Then he felt relieved. He'd never been one for violence, but Jake needed some sense beaten in to him. And since Tanner was the one with the larger muscles and toned body, Tanner was the one for the job. So, he was gonna kick his best friend's ass.
Deal with it.
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on May 31, 2007 23:35:21 GMT -5
Aleksandra had watched this all with a terrified expression on her face. She screamed when Tanner hit Jake. She jumped up from the bed and tried to get away from the fight. She had no idea what was going on. Wy did they alwyas act different when they were both around her? It didn't make since. Gosh, where is Marco when I need him, she thought. She looked around for someone to help break up the fight, but no one was around. All she could do was stand there a foot away and watch her two best friends get into a fist fight.
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Post by Jake Creevey on May 31, 2007 23:43:50 GMT -5
ooc;;
Oh em gee, look out, it swears!
Bic;;
Jake was shocked at his best friends action. s**t, he was just playing around, was he not? As Jake recalled, Tanner was always the nature loving, peaceful boy with a soft heart who would let anything Jake did slide. But, now, with this punch... Jake didn't know why he acted the way he did- so strange- but, when punched, punch back.
Jake staggered back a step, briefly hearing Aleksandra's shriek of fright and dash away from the two. He narrowed his eyes, reaching his hand to his cheek to feel the forming bruise. Ouch. Jake clenched his fist, muscles twitching under the stress and pain, and In a quick motion Jake had thrown his own punch into the face of his best friend. Oddly enough, Jake Creevey was stronger then his looks would have shown. Indeed, he had muscles, but they were never actually visible due too how he hated the look and shape of them. It wasn't much, but enough for his finger nail to scrape the 'so very handsome' cheek of Tanner Boot.
"f**k, tanner. What the hell is wrong with you!?"
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Post by Marco Krum on Jun 1, 2007 0:02:59 GMT -5
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OMG TANNER'S FACE.
BASTARD JAKEY.
OOO<
SWEARSS!
AND AND UNBELIEVEABLY HAWT GUY!
bic|
"What the f**k is wrong with you!?" the gorgeous boy grunted to the other boy, suprised by the impact of his best friend's punch. He'd never expected Jake Creevey to have muscle, but you never did know, did you? His muscled clenched again, needing something to beat the s**t out of. Oh, look. Jake. Tanner allowed another hit in the middle of Jake's face, right on his nose. He worried for a moment, hoping he hadn't broken his friend's nose or made it bloody or anything. But then he remembered why, exactly, he was beating up on Jake Creevey.
"You act like you f**king own her!" he said, throwing another punch.
True, true, Tanner was the boy who loved nature and all that jazz, but right now? No, he was the boy with the stronger punch, the clenched fists, and the stinging cut from Jake's nail. {OO: THAT COULD BE THE SCAR ON HIS CHEEK -points to picture-}
He felt good. He felt adrenaline. He felt like he was finally doing something that needed to be done a long time ago. He didn't take notice to Aleksandra being there anymore, since he was too busy dodging, getting hit by, and throwing punches. Jake needed this. He needed to stop being such an ass and realize he and Aleksandra were over, and that he couldn't talk to Tanner like that. Whore faced slut bag Jakey.
Oh my sweet peanuts.
A beautiful face, of which was currently attached to a beautiful body, was walking up a flight of stairs. His bookbag was in his hands, and he was pressed in school uniform; as most of the other teens on campus. He wore the Hogwarts vest, his long sleeved, thin white button-up's collar peeking out from it. His Gryffindor tye was hung loosely around his neck, and the sleeves of his thin shirt were roled up slightly; not enough to reveal probably his biggest secret. Put, anyway. This boy's look was like he'd just walked out of a Abercrombie photoshoot somewhere in the United States. Yeah, that good. His green eyes were staring at the doors of his destination as he reached the top of the staircase, his curly bunch of blonde hair perfectly messy. Marco Krum, of course. Lots knew him, lots loved him. The end. He patted his hair for a moment, then walked towards the Hospital Wing's doors.
He'd heard the news that his sister had taken a fall during Quidditch Practice. He immediately paniced, but was calmed down by his thoughts. Aleksandra was a tough girl. She could take a fall and an injury, no sweat. So, he had calmly escorted himself up to the Hospital Wing to pay his big sister a visit.
He hoped she was alright, not deformed or anything; then mother would be angry. If she'd lost some Quidditch ability from the fall, father would be angry. Humdeedum. If she was hurt at all from the fall, Marco would be concerned. Good soul, Marco was. Then his arm started burning.
He raised his arm and wrapped his fingers softly on the wood, entering the Hospital Wing. Peaceful place, it was. All the white bed sheets and clean smell. Not today. As he entered, he looked at Aleksandra, the frightened Aleksandra, which concerned green eyes. Then, he turned a blank stare to his best friends, who were currently beating the living s**t out of each other, screaming about his sister. He calmly walked up to the situation, eyeing it. No, not paniced. No, not worried. He was perfectly calm, just standing there.
But he had fists, too.
Idiots, Marco let the thought pass through his mind as he sighed softly, watching the fight.
Calmly.
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 1, 2007 0:08:44 GMT -5
"Marco!" Aleksandra yelled and ran to him. She imediately buried her face in his shirt. It was the first time she was actually scared. She was scared of what was happening and what was gonna happen. " Marco, make them stop!" She pleaded and looked up at him. " They just started fighting and screaming. I don't even know why." She said. She could feel tears in her eyes. She again buried her face in Marco's shirt. She didn't want her little brother seeing her cry, but she thought he knew that she was.
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