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Nickelbackgirl.001: Hey! It's the nest chapter! I hope that all my fans like this one. I tried really hard to get this chapter finished and I'm still not satisfied with it.
Larry the Llama: Blah, blah, blaaah, blaaaaaaah, blah!
Nickelbackgirl.001: Translated that means that I do not and never will own CotT as long as I live. I'm so happy too. Competitiveswimmerchick on ficwad rated my story hot and so I dedicate this chapter to her. If that doesn't make me confident I don't know what will. Sadly, not very many people reviewed so Larry didn't get the operation so I will be at least until chapter five till he can speak again.
Chapter 2: Realizing your Feelings
Neil fell back onto his neatly made bed, not caring for once that he had just messed up his golden locks. He was too angry to care about anything right now all he cared about was jay and Theresa. He gave an angry sigh and with a grimace that looked out of place on him, sat up. Neil looked around his bedroom and laid his eyes on everything. Everything from his emperor-sized bed to the pictures of him on the wall, but the last thing he gazed at was his mirror.
His huge, full-length size mirror was one that even Archie and Atlanta raised their eyebrows on impressively. Its glass always managed to stay streak free and always sparkled. It was rimmed with a thick layer of solid gold and was laid with intricate designs. Neil had realized that the designs were of the Greek heroes fighting and stood on a gold stand to match. It was a real beauty. It could have easily sold for thousands of dollars but Neil had actually bought it for only a measly ten bucks at a flea market, thanks to his luck. He treasured that mirror with his life. It was his pride and joy. It had always been able to make him feel better but now all it did was make him feel worse.
As Neil's reflection was caught in the mirror, he realized what he had just done to his precious hair. He immediately jumped off the bed and grabbed the first comb that he saw. He stood in front of his brilliant mirror and began to vigorously comb his hair back into place. But before he had come even close to finishing, he paused and let his smooth, perfectly manicured nails slide over his skin.
"What does she see in him?" Neil mumbled silently to himself. "I'm so much better than he is. I most certainly have better fashion sense, I obviously have better hair, my hands are so much softer than his icky, callused hands, and my body does not have an once of fat on it. So why does she date him?"
Neil was right though. He did look a lot better than Jay (A/N: But Jay is sure a lot more awesomer!) but he had inherited that from his ancestor. In fact, everyone in this dorm had inherited some sort of talent or power from his or her ancestor. Jay had Jason's leadership, Theresa had Theseus' fighting skill, Atlanta had Atlanta's skill with anything that was used for hunting (excluding the gun) and her speed as well, Odie had Odysseus' intellect, Herry had Hercules strength, Archie had Achilles fighting skill and was a faster runner than most people (although not as fast as Atlanta), and then there was Neil. Blonde, blue-eyed Neil, who had nothing but good looks, luck, and lots of both from his ancestor Narcissus. But for once in his life his amazing amount of good looks and luck had failed him. Uncool, unstylish, unpopular Jay had fashionable, super cool, popular, and not to mention unbelievably hot, Theresa. Not Neil.
The sky blue eyed youth made a face of complete and utmost anger as he raised his fist to punch his mirror. He stopped his hand inches away from the shiny surface of the glass though, no one in their right mind, much less Neil who absolutely adored mirrors, would break the reflecting glass of such an amazing one. Anyways, he'd have to explain why his hand was all cut up and why there were pieces of glass littered all over the floor. So instead he decided to do his favorite nighttime sport, Jay darting.
He walked over to the other side of his organized room to open his closet door. Neil jerked it open and it made a definite bang as it stopped. He paused suddenly and listened for the sign of approaching footsteps to see what had happened. Lucky, he heard nothing.
"Great. Now my lucks finally kicking in," Neil mumbled sarcastically to himself. "The one time where it doesn't really matter if I have it or not and it pops up. Stupid luck."
Neil shook his head shocked at what he was talking about. He loved his luck. He probably wouldn't be here complaining if it weren't for that. Cronus probably would have killed him by now. And it had gotten him seven best friends, well, six best friends actually (cough Jay cough), and he always aced his tests, even the brainteasers, without trying! He loved all of his friends, one more than the others, like siblings; Archie, Atlanta, Odie, Herry, Theresa, and Jay. No. Not Jay. He was a traitor. Neil wasn't sure why though, he just was.
As the thought of Jay crossed his mind his anger began to kindle from a spark into a humongous bonfire. He began to do what he had started to do. His baby smooth hands separated his many clothes in half and stared at the wall. He had let no one, not even the goddess Aphrodite herself, go into his closet in fear that they would find it.
Now normally, the back wall of a closet should be empty, bare, naked. Only showing the drab color of the wall that the clothes are made to hide. Instead it had a dartboard. It was a normal dartboard, black and white circular stripes and the many holes that were etched in permanently, the usual. But this particular dartboard had one very special feature. In the middle of the board was a picture of Jay and Theresa, Theresa with tape stuck on to where Neil had accidentally poked some holes in and Jay with holes covering some parts of his body. Beside the board was a little container of darts.
Neil picked up one of the darts and stared at the picture in front of him as though the man in the picture was Cronus. He threw the dart in his had and it whizzed silently to the board across from him piercing Jay's arm. Silently, Neil grabbed the rest of the darts and began to mumble heatedly to himself as he threw them.
"Stupid Cronus, stupid life."
Two darts sped to the board.
"Stupid tacky polo shirt."
Three darts.
"Stupid smile."
Three more whizzed to the red and black board in front of him. Only one more dart was left.
"And most importantly of all, stupid Jay!" he almost yelled.
The last dart flew across the room with such accuracy and speed that it not only struck the center of Jay's head, but went through the wall as well. Once again, for the second time that night, Neil froze. Although this time he didn't want to be found. Imagine the explanation he was going to have to give to the others as he tried explain why there was a picture on Jay on a dartboard with holes in it. That was one conversation he'd rather like to miss. But he wouldn't mind being caught by Jay. Then he could rip out his little heart and tear him to pieces. Instead, Neil took out his anger on the darts sticking stiffly out of the wall by taking them out hard. The blonde was pulling at the darts so vigorously that he was almost, not quite but almost, nervous that he was going to rip out the dry wall as well. Luckily, that didn't happen.
Neil dropped the darts back into the tin soup can that held them and closed the sliding door, softly though this time, after all, he didn't want to break on of his oh-so precious mirrors.
Neil turned off the bedroom light and the room was suddenly enveloped in darkness. The blue-eyed model walked to his warm bed and threw back the cashmere covers. He had laid on his bed for only about five minutes when he felt himself slipping off to dreamland, courteous of Morpheus (A/N: for those of you who don't know who he is, he's the Greek god of sleep and dreams). Just before he left into wonderful dreams of Theresa kissing him and Jay painfully with tears in his eyes, he had one more thought. He was going to get Theresa from Jay's arms if it was the last thing he did!
Nickelbackgirl.001: Hope you all enjoyed the new chapter. And let me tell you, that was one difficult chapter to write. Since I usually write about Jay and Theresa and go off to another chapter of just references of them... man. Since no one reached the limit, Larry will not be getting his speech back until the fifth chapter, give or take a chapter or two, I am going to have to do it myself. Remember to r&r before you leave! Oh, and thanks to all of you who rated my story. It really made my day!
Larry the Llama: Blah, blah, blaaah, blaaaaaaah, blah!
Nickelbackgirl.001: Translated that means that I do not and never will own CotT as long as I live. I'm so happy too. Competitiveswimmerchick on ficwad rated my story hot and so I dedicate this chapter to her. If that doesn't make me confident I don't know what will. Sadly, not very many people reviewed so Larry didn't get the operation so I will be at least until chapter five till he can speak again.
Chapter 2: Realizing your Feelings
Neil fell back onto his neatly made bed, not caring for once that he had just messed up his golden locks. He was too angry to care about anything right now all he cared about was jay and Theresa. He gave an angry sigh and with a grimace that looked out of place on him, sat up. Neil looked around his bedroom and laid his eyes on everything. Everything from his emperor-sized bed to the pictures of him on the wall, but the last thing he gazed at was his mirror.
His huge, full-length size mirror was one that even Archie and Atlanta raised their eyebrows on impressively. Its glass always managed to stay streak free and always sparkled. It was rimmed with a thick layer of solid gold and was laid with intricate designs. Neil had realized that the designs were of the Greek heroes fighting and stood on a gold stand to match. It was a real beauty. It could have easily sold for thousands of dollars but Neil had actually bought it for only a measly ten bucks at a flea market, thanks to his luck. He treasured that mirror with his life. It was his pride and joy. It had always been able to make him feel better but now all it did was make him feel worse.
As Neil's reflection was caught in the mirror, he realized what he had just done to his precious hair. He immediately jumped off the bed and grabbed the first comb that he saw. He stood in front of his brilliant mirror and began to vigorously comb his hair back into place. But before he had come even close to finishing, he paused and let his smooth, perfectly manicured nails slide over his skin.
"What does she see in him?" Neil mumbled silently to himself. "I'm so much better than he is. I most certainly have better fashion sense, I obviously have better hair, my hands are so much softer than his icky, callused hands, and my body does not have an once of fat on it. So why does she date him?"
Neil was right though. He did look a lot better than Jay (A/N: But Jay is sure a lot more awesomer!) but he had inherited that from his ancestor. In fact, everyone in this dorm had inherited some sort of talent or power from his or her ancestor. Jay had Jason's leadership, Theresa had Theseus' fighting skill, Atlanta had Atlanta's skill with anything that was used for hunting (excluding the gun) and her speed as well, Odie had Odysseus' intellect, Herry had Hercules strength, Archie had Achilles fighting skill and was a faster runner than most people (although not as fast as Atlanta), and then there was Neil. Blonde, blue-eyed Neil, who had nothing but good looks, luck, and lots of both from his ancestor Narcissus. But for once in his life his amazing amount of good looks and luck had failed him. Uncool, unstylish, unpopular Jay had fashionable, super cool, popular, and not to mention unbelievably hot, Theresa. Not Neil.
The sky blue eyed youth made a face of complete and utmost anger as he raised his fist to punch his mirror. He stopped his hand inches away from the shiny surface of the glass though, no one in their right mind, much less Neil who absolutely adored mirrors, would break the reflecting glass of such an amazing one. Anyways, he'd have to explain why his hand was all cut up and why there were pieces of glass littered all over the floor. So instead he decided to do his favorite nighttime sport, Jay darting.
He walked over to the other side of his organized room to open his closet door. Neil jerked it open and it made a definite bang as it stopped. He paused suddenly and listened for the sign of approaching footsteps to see what had happened. Lucky, he heard nothing.
"Great. Now my lucks finally kicking in," Neil mumbled sarcastically to himself. "The one time where it doesn't really matter if I have it or not and it pops up. Stupid luck."
Neil shook his head shocked at what he was talking about. He loved his luck. He probably wouldn't be here complaining if it weren't for that. Cronus probably would have killed him by now. And it had gotten him seven best friends, well, six best friends actually (cough Jay cough), and he always aced his tests, even the brainteasers, without trying! He loved all of his friends, one more than the others, like siblings; Archie, Atlanta, Odie, Herry, Theresa, and Jay. No. Not Jay. He was a traitor. Neil wasn't sure why though, he just was.
As the thought of Jay crossed his mind his anger began to kindle from a spark into a humongous bonfire. He began to do what he had started to do. His baby smooth hands separated his many clothes in half and stared at the wall. He had let no one, not even the goddess Aphrodite herself, go into his closet in fear that they would find it.
Now normally, the back wall of a closet should be empty, bare, naked. Only showing the drab color of the wall that the clothes are made to hide. Instead it had a dartboard. It was a normal dartboard, black and white circular stripes and the many holes that were etched in permanently, the usual. But this particular dartboard had one very special feature. In the middle of the board was a picture of Jay and Theresa, Theresa with tape stuck on to where Neil had accidentally poked some holes in and Jay with holes covering some parts of his body. Beside the board was a little container of darts.
Neil picked up one of the darts and stared at the picture in front of him as though the man in the picture was Cronus. He threw the dart in his had and it whizzed silently to the board across from him piercing Jay's arm. Silently, Neil grabbed the rest of the darts and began to mumble heatedly to himself as he threw them.
"Stupid Cronus, stupid life."
Two darts sped to the board.
"Stupid tacky polo shirt."
Three darts.
"Stupid smile."
Three more whizzed to the red and black board in front of him. Only one more dart was left.
"And most importantly of all, stupid Jay!" he almost yelled.
The last dart flew across the room with such accuracy and speed that it not only struck the center of Jay's head, but went through the wall as well. Once again, for the second time that night, Neil froze. Although this time he didn't want to be found. Imagine the explanation he was going to have to give to the others as he tried explain why there was a picture on Jay on a dartboard with holes in it. That was one conversation he'd rather like to miss. But he wouldn't mind being caught by Jay. Then he could rip out his little heart and tear him to pieces. Instead, Neil took out his anger on the darts sticking stiffly out of the wall by taking them out hard. The blonde was pulling at the darts so vigorously that he was almost, not quite but almost, nervous that he was going to rip out the dry wall as well. Luckily, that didn't happen.
Neil dropped the darts back into the tin soup can that held them and closed the sliding door, softly though this time, after all, he didn't want to break on of his oh-so precious mirrors.
Neil turned off the bedroom light and the room was suddenly enveloped in darkness. The blue-eyed model walked to his warm bed and threw back the cashmere covers. He had laid on his bed for only about five minutes when he felt himself slipping off to dreamland, courteous of Morpheus (A/N: for those of you who don't know who he is, he's the Greek god of sleep and dreams). Just before he left into wonderful dreams of Theresa kissing him and Jay painfully with tears in his eyes, he had one more thought. He was going to get Theresa from Jay's arms if it was the last thing he did!
Nickelbackgirl.001: Hope you all enjoyed the new chapter. And let me tell you, that was one difficult chapter to write. Since I usually write about Jay and Theresa and go off to another chapter of just references of them... man. Since no one reached the limit, Larry will not be getting his speech back until the fifth chapter, give or take a chapter or two, I am going to have to do it myself. Remember to r&r before you leave! Oh, and thanks to all of you who rated my story. It really made my day!
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