9
Sep

A Souvenir

by Bluejuice (青液) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/150183.html)

9
Sep

And Then

by Pullus Dentibus (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/149744.html)

9
Sep

MISSING

by Yuite Dio (神莠射手) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/149910.html)

9
Sep

Little America

The first time Nate met Jase was in ninth grade: the afternoon after his first day of high school, in fact. There was an independent record store near the university campus, on the basement level of another storefront, that he could get to by bus if he needed to, and he definitely needed to after all that cold sweat and tears of boredom. It was his favorite place in town; he’d found it in the yellow pages in a fit of desperation, when all his naive attempts to find The Feelies at the mall or the shopping center had been in vain. It was seedy and mildew-smelling, with only a hand-lettered sign on black posterboard out front to mark it, and all the walls and ceiling inside painted a glossy black — although you could barely see any of the walls because the whole twenty-foot-square space was floor-to-ceiling with racks of cassettes, sometimes at haphazard angles or looking like they were about to fall out onto the floor. The guy who perched at the jackleg counter was a pudgy 20-something with shaggy hair and horn-rim glasses, who wore long flannel shirts and always seemed to be reading books by Immanuel Kant. The one time Nate had made his mom bring him, she’d taken one look at the place and looked about to faint. It wasn’t a mistake he ever planned to make again.

9
Sep

Love to an 80s Soundtrack

All the gift shops said you should say it with flowers. Rich Tabron preferred to say it with ’80s music lyrics.

“Mick, wait up! Hey, Mickey!”

9
Sep

Look at the World from a New Perspective

Alex was avoiding Jesse.

Jesse couldn’t help but think he might be a bit paranoid, but the thing was, despite having breakfast and lunch and dinner with Alex everyday just as he’d always done for the past two years, he was somehow spending less time with Alex. And talking to him less. When he wanted to speak to Alex, Alex would be in the middle of some hugely interesting debate with someone else. When Jesse slung an arm around Alex’s shoulder, Alex would somehow pull off some kind of manoeuvre and – hey, presto – the next thing he knew, Alex was about two feet away from him. He wasn’t quite sure how Alex was doing it, just that he was. And Jesse? Jesse was feeling hurt, yeah, but also kind of pissed off because he knew exactly why Alex was doing it, and while he understood the reasoning behind it, he also knew that Alex was being a complete chicken shit jackass.

9
Sep

Rules of the Game

“Why are you doing this?”

He looked up, startled at the harsh accusation. “Pardon?”

Dennis’ cheeks flushed, “Nothing.” He took the offered books, pressing them against his chest, and turned away, moving as quickly as he could without breaking into a run.

Victor stared after him, watching the yellow-haired boy leave, wondering if he’d done something wrong.

9
Sep

No One Said It Would Be Easy

I hate scavenging apartments–enclosed spaces in general make the back of my neck itch these days–but I’m low on dog food, and the nearest grocery store has zombies in its shattered front windows.

This particular block is in good condition, with most of the doors ajar or at least unlocked. Places like this tend to be zombie-free since their occupants fled before their delicious, meaty smell could attract the undead hordes. On the other hand, they also tend to attract humans, who can be a bit territorial.

Which explains the hunting knife now kissing my carotid artery.

9
Sep

Let It Snow

The jukebox came on suddenly, and Emery saw heads turn to it all over the bar. The faces looked thoughtful, confused, but not annoyed, so he continued to dry the glass in his hand and didn’t move toward the control panel.

It was a smallish crowd tonight — the regulars gathered at the bar, drinking beer and watching back and forth between the two games he had on the TVs, the Islanders game on the left and the LSU game on the right. There were a few people in the booths, one couple at a table, and four more people playing a game of pool.

The door opened with a bang, letting in a swirl of freezing air and provoking cries of protest from all around the bar. The figure who had come in wrestled against the wind until he had it closed again, stomping over to the bar with melting snow dripping from the end of his long scarf, his boots leaving small puddles in their wake.

“Hey,” Emery said, setting his glass aside. “Nasty out, isn’t it?”

9
Sep

Kids

Tuesday night study sessions with Jonathan and Scott were always pretty nondescript. We’d bury the living room of our student house in textbooks, pollute the air with eraser shavings, order some Chinese or pizza, turn on the hockey game, and get no work done whatsoever. It was a repetitive cycle, yeah, but I’m a creature of habit, and as far as I was concerned, eating the same greasy Chinese food or pizza every week was not only good for my sanity, but also good for my soul. (My arteries, not so much.)

9
Sep

Sparkle or Bust

Tuesday night study sessions with Jonathan and Scott were always pretty nondescript. We’d bury the living room of our student house in textbooks, pollute the air with eraser shavings, order some Chinese or pizza, turn on the hockey game, and get no work done whatsoever. It was a repetitive cycle, yeah, but I’m a creature of habit, and as far as I was concerned, eating the same greasy Chinese food or pizza every week was not only good for my sanity, but also good for my soul. (My arteries, not so much.)

9
Sep

New Year’s (お正月)

The seats are almost all full at this point, and Shinsuke shifts his bag on his shoulders, shutting the door behind himself so he won’t interfere with the professor’s lecture, before starting to walk down the rows of seats to look for a place.

There are two seats open on this side of the classroom. One is on the far side of a guy who is clearly asleep, head down on the desk cushioned by his crossed arms, so Shinsuke can’t sit there. The other is a middle seat, between a girl, sitting on the far side of the table, who’s writing an email on her cell phone; and a guy, sitting on Shinsuke’s side of the table, who’s got one of the buds of his earphones in and is tapping his pencil on a mostly-empty sheet of looseleaf instead of listening to the professor’s lecture.

9
Sep

Coping, Patience, and Reward

Micah could cope with random guys spending the night. It wasn’t like he liked it, but it wasn’t like his roommate wanted to date him so he didn’t really have much choice (it was only a small comfort that Trev didn’t seem to want to date, period. He just wanted to fuck).

What he couldn’t cope with was coming home to Trev and some Asian guy making out on the sofa. Trev didn’t even seem fazed by the interruption, he just smiled brightly–a little too brightly, actually–and said, “Micah! Shen brought us some drugs.”

9
Sep

How a Year Can Break a Heart (Or Just Before the End, What Do You See?)

Eli had thought that just before the end it would be like they portray in the movies, like people recall after escaping the precipice of death. In the course of a second, your life flashes before your eyes. The moments you never thought to savor come back to remind you of their existence in the sparks of your brain. Or you encounter the light—its all-knowing, white blindness saving you in its envelopment.

But this was different.

9
Sep

Almonds and Chocolate

The library was my sanctuary. Sure, every now and then I had to deal with the noise from other students’ rendezvous in the stacks a few rows over, as well as with others playing pranks on their friends as they suffered through the silence of the cold, dark stacks, but for me, it was the only place I could safely retreat and gather my thoughts. It wasn’t even that I studied there a lot; I never really studied for tests anyways, but it gave me a place to be, away from the tiny, cramped apartment I inhabited.