Post by orinocoflow on Nov 22, 2010 23:42:43 GMT -5
hope you guys like this!
i have absolutely NO idea where this came from, lol
Damien looked at himself in the small mirror above the sink, leaning close to inspect his chin, making sure that he was not seeing things. Satisfied that he was not, he left the tiny bathroom, grinning from ear to ear and whistling a happy tune.
George looked up from making coffee and frowned at the whistling teenager. It was very early, barely past seven in the morning, and he had yet to see a day when Damien was happy to be up and around at that time.
“You all right?” he asked cautiously, not sure what to expect.
Damien turned to him and grinned, raising his chin ever so slightly. When George just raised an eyebrow at him, he took a step closer, still doing the same thing. By now, George had a concerned expression on his face.
“Damien, are you sure you’re okay? Are you feeling all right?”
Damien pouted. “What, can't you see it?” he exclaimed, his spirits lowering. George raised the other eyebrow now and gently put a hand on the kid’s shoulder, steering him back towards his bunk.
“Why don’t you lie down a little longer, okay? I think you woke up a little too early.”
Damien snorted when George sat him down and slumped against the wall near his bunk, looking around at the rest of the guys. They were all snoring, save for Paul, who seemed like he was about to wake up, a book open on his chest after he had fallen asleep reading it late the night before; rather, early that morning. Glancing to make sure that George was not anywhere nearby, he slid over to his friend and prodded him awake.
Paul grumbled but opened his eyes, blinking sleepily, his eyes bloodshot from only a few hours of rest. When he saw Damien looming over him, he gave a theatrical double-take and then sat up, smiling at the teenager half-heartedly before yawning. Then he looked at Damien with a new expression, as though analyzing him with a small, concentrated frown.
Just then George walked inside with a cup of coffee in his hand. At that moment, Paul seemed to wake up immediately and grinned.
“Congrats, Damo; it’s about time!” he said, laughing. Rolling his eyes, Damien punched him in the shoulder, smiling broadly. George looked at one and then the other, trying to figure out what he had missed.
Ryan and Keith woke up from all the commotion but caught on quickly.
“What happened?” Keith asked, yawning and stretching before hanging his head down to see the two guys sitting on the bunk underneath his. When Damien looked up at him with sparkling eyes, he took a moment to understand before smiling sleepily at the teenager.
“As Paul said: ‘It’s about time!’” he commented, reaching down to punch the skinny shoulder. George just raised his eyebrows again, trying to figure it out.
Ryan slipped out of his bunk and stumbled over, looking closer at the teenager before smiling in turn and returning to climb under the covers again.
“I was wondering when that would happen,” he said, yawning. “Just don’t go using my razor,” he added with a sly grin. “Use Paul’s—his is no doubt much better, given how much experience it has had.” He laughed as Paul chugged a pillow at him, his aim surprisingly precise given the early hour.
Understanding dawned on George and he laughed. “So that’s what you were trying to tell me!” he exclaimed, shaking his head. “Use words next time, lad.”
Damien gave him a lopsided grin. “Well, they got it.”
George shrugged. “They still remember it; I’ve had more important things to worry about in life,” he teased, winking at the other guys.
THE END
i have absolutely NO idea where this came from, lol
Damien looked at himself in the small mirror above the sink, leaning close to inspect his chin, making sure that he was not seeing things. Satisfied that he was not, he left the tiny bathroom, grinning from ear to ear and whistling a happy tune.
George looked up from making coffee and frowned at the whistling teenager. It was very early, barely past seven in the morning, and he had yet to see a day when Damien was happy to be up and around at that time.
“You all right?” he asked cautiously, not sure what to expect.
Damien turned to him and grinned, raising his chin ever so slightly. When George just raised an eyebrow at him, he took a step closer, still doing the same thing. By now, George had a concerned expression on his face.
“Damien, are you sure you’re okay? Are you feeling all right?”
Damien pouted. “What, can't you see it?” he exclaimed, his spirits lowering. George raised the other eyebrow now and gently put a hand on the kid’s shoulder, steering him back towards his bunk.
“Why don’t you lie down a little longer, okay? I think you woke up a little too early.”
Damien snorted when George sat him down and slumped against the wall near his bunk, looking around at the rest of the guys. They were all snoring, save for Paul, who seemed like he was about to wake up, a book open on his chest after he had fallen asleep reading it late the night before; rather, early that morning. Glancing to make sure that George was not anywhere nearby, he slid over to his friend and prodded him awake.
Paul grumbled but opened his eyes, blinking sleepily, his eyes bloodshot from only a few hours of rest. When he saw Damien looming over him, he gave a theatrical double-take and then sat up, smiling at the teenager half-heartedly before yawning. Then he looked at Damien with a new expression, as though analyzing him with a small, concentrated frown.
Just then George walked inside with a cup of coffee in his hand. At that moment, Paul seemed to wake up immediately and grinned.
“Congrats, Damo; it’s about time!” he said, laughing. Rolling his eyes, Damien punched him in the shoulder, smiling broadly. George looked at one and then the other, trying to figure out what he had missed.
Ryan and Keith woke up from all the commotion but caught on quickly.
“What happened?” Keith asked, yawning and stretching before hanging his head down to see the two guys sitting on the bunk underneath his. When Damien looked up at him with sparkling eyes, he took a moment to understand before smiling sleepily at the teenager.
“As Paul said: ‘It’s about time!’” he commented, reaching down to punch the skinny shoulder. George just raised his eyebrows again, trying to figure it out.
Ryan slipped out of his bunk and stumbled over, looking closer at the teenager before smiling in turn and returning to climb under the covers again.
“I was wondering when that would happen,” he said, yawning. “Just don’t go using my razor,” he added with a sly grin. “Use Paul’s—his is no doubt much better, given how much experience it has had.” He laughed as Paul chugged a pillow at him, his aim surprisingly precise given the early hour.
Understanding dawned on George and he laughed. “So that’s what you were trying to tell me!” he exclaimed, shaking his head. “Use words next time, lad.”
Damien gave him a lopsided grin. “Well, they got it.”
George shrugged. “They still remember it; I’ve had more important things to worry about in life,” he teased, winking at the other guys.
THE END