Code Lyoko Porn Story: 360 Degrees of Separation Chapter 5
It’s finally springtime! But in this fic, it’s not even Valentine’s Day yet… Trust me, spring doesn’t effect this story like I thought it would. The weather gets warmer, but Aelita still has issues. Anyway, no dedication this time. No note. Just enjoy the chapter. :)
Cause I love the way you say good morning. The Way I Am
You arent classically handsome. Or classically cute. Or classically charming. But you have such perfect timing.
Eating breakfast with a friend (She knows everything. She owns me now.), you sit down. I Want You to Want Me immediately starts playing as you place your tray down.
When even music is the enemy, there is a definite problem. Even worse when You Dont Always Get What You Want starts immediately afterwards.
The conversation is nothing significant. Youll forget it ever happened, no doubt. But I cant work right now. Im broken. Im stuck on thoughts of your mouth moving as you actually speak to me. As you look me in the eyes and speak to me.
The orange slice falls out of my mouth in a swooping display of how socially inept I am. My friend laughs, you just cock an eyebrow at me. You ask no questions which is fine, because I can never provide the right answer.
You drink an abnormal amount of milk (Just like I always do! I’m searching for connections), and then you leave without a second glance.
According to my friend with her oh-so-vexing eyes, she could have cut the sexual tension with a knife.
I think things are back to normal. But those songs are forever tainted to me.
I want a snowfall kind of love that lights up the sky from below. Snowfall Kind of Love
The groundskeepers havent been around to clear the sidewalks. The path in front of me has been trampled by countless footsteps, creating sheets of textured silver.
My faith in winter is being reborn. The sky looks as though ink bled from the center, thinning out to the horizons. Large and soft snowflakes descend from the sky, more glitter than fluff.
Flakes land on my face, briefly making contact before melting away and sliding down my cheeks. As I examine my breath as it billows before, you call out my name.
My wide eyes blink rapidly as my brain numbly answers your greeting. It takes all my will power not to stare into your eyes. To check to see if snowflakes stick to your long and lovely eyelashes.
Why do I have to pretend to find ways to be around you? Around You
A hello in the hallway, a shared smile during class. But breakfast is when we talk. And of course, you always are the first to leave. I never am able to leave you.
My face is a neutral mask as you stand up, wrapping that infamous striped scarf around your neck. You announce that you have to leave for the theatre, you have a class there. Conversation continues at the table without you, but my thoughts on still on the empty chair you just vacated.
(If I wrote a musical, you would be the lead. Youd have your own solos and dances. And if I was brave enough, I would write a duet for you and me to sing alone on the stage.)
Then I miss your kiss when the snow comes down. When the Leaves
Im halfway across campus and even at this distance, I can spot you walking away. I continue my path to the dorms, my eyes on you the entire time. Even after your figure turns the corner and erases from my line of vision, I continue to stare at the place where I last saw you.
Im tired of always being this far away and always seeing you leave in the opposite direction.
I will bear three girls all with strawberry curls, Little Ella and Nelly and Faye. While Im combing their hair, I will catch his warm stare. Far Away
Its breakfast, and I want to sit with you and our friends. Im forced with a difficult decision of how to react. Do I sit in the empty seat next to you or across from you?
If I sit next to you, theres a chance our arms might brush and well touch for the first time in weeks. If I sit across from you, I can look at you without craning my neck and being obvious. Im not sure if its a lose-lose situation or a win-win situation.
I settle for sitting across from you and everything seems to be fine. Were sitting with friends (but youre only looking at me). And the conversation is flowing pretty smoothly, and theres hardly any catches in my throat as I talk to you.
Someone else picks up the conversation and you are scarfing down your bagel. You eat bagels so often. In one brief second (in a flash of overdriven imagination), I contemplate what it would be like if you and I were together. If years in the future, the mess between us magically worked out and you and I were together. Id have to have bagels in the kitchen at all times. I dont like them, but you do.
Only this table in the cafeteria is bringing me back to reality. That flash is over and everything in the room is the same. (But I feel like Ive changed.) Im treading on the edge of terrifying thoughts.
Sigh. We’ve all been there. I hope you enjoyed this. I’ll try to get the next chapter posted soon, but finals are next week. So we’ll see. Anyway, please review. Let me know what you think, if you have any suggestions, if you have any complaints, I want to hear them. :)