i.light.the.fire. (drizzle)

[lexfrancishall]

search for the answers i knew all along
i lost m y s e l f, we all fall down

Lex was in the gym. Again. He didn't know what else to do. The fact that he was looking at guys...almost as much as he was looking at girls was really starting to freak him out. He didn’t know how long he could hide it from everyone. Especially his teammates. They were starting to wonder if he was feeling okay. And he definitely didn’t want to open that door.

He wiped his hands on his shorts and bounced the basketball again. He was standing on the free throw line, and the lines of sunshine were streaming farther and farther into the room. It was later in the day than he would let himself believe. He knew that he should’ve been out of there long before, but he didn’t dare let himself look at his phone, his watch.

The little bumps under his calloused fingers felt right. He felt calm for the first time in weeks. This was where he belonged. The stress of the court, the stress of ‘battle.’ It made him feel at home. But the way his teammates looked at him…and then he was back to worrying again. Lex cursed quietly and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. He smelled of sweat and cotton. He knew that the exhaustion of this four hour long solo practice would wipe him out. Part of him, the part that he was trying even more desperately to ignore than his sexuality, was whispering that it wasn’t the best thing to be doing, playing while he was so sick.

Snorting slightly against the thought, he raised his arms and tossed the ball. It hit the edge of the hoop and bounced out.

“Shit,” he muttered and hobbled over to pick up the bouncing ball. His body was screaming at him to stop, but his will power wasn’t having it. That was the fifth shot out of twenty that he had missed. This wasn’t good. He could feel the worry seep deeper, thicker through his body. This worry was different than the worry that his sexuality would be found out. It was a dread, a horror.

When he leaned down to grab the orange sphere that was causing him such grief, a perfectly circular drop of crimson hit the floor right next to it. And another. He watched three more hit the ground in a daze before he realized that he should grab his nose and stop it. Pinching his nose and leaning his head back onto his shoulders, he grabbed the ball and tossed it onto his jacket so it wouldn’t roll away. Then he grabbed his towel and mopped up the drops of blood. He could feel his limbs shaking, and he sat down heavily on the ground.

“Dah, dambid,” he sighed through the blood.

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[Drizzle Janice Benetto]

WISH I'D NEVER GROWN UP
I wish I'd never grown up



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What happened when your Spanish teacher got sick and took a day to recover?

You got bored.

Drizzle really had nothing to do. Today had been one of the most boring days ever; and she hated it. There was usually something random to do here, at Riverdale High, but today… well, there wasn’t. It was disappointing, really. So Drizzle skipped around the halls happily, or as much as she could while being so bored. She was never one to conform to the current situations. Not now… nor before, when she was known as Janis Joplin. No. Just sticking to what was currently happening around her just… wasn’t like Drizzle… like Janis. She wanted some excitement in her life, but she wouldn’t seek it the way she had in the past, by harming herself and surrendering into the effects of a substance that in the end, had killed her. No. She wasn’t going to do that anymore. She wanted to live. To live the life she hadn’t gotten the chance to have.

Blonde bangs hanging over her eye, with a small tiara on her head, and a pink dress that might be a little too revealing, the reincarnated blues singer made her way into the gymnasium, and stood before the door uncertainly. Drizzle usually didn’t exercise… granted, she was fit enough to chase a soccer ball around a field for three hours without any interruption, and to run and tackle people to the ground. But really, she’d never stepped into the gym, unless it was for class. The last time she’d really been to the gym had been only yesterday; when she went into an advertising fit and hung flyers for the event she had planned to raise funds for Japan. She looked at the colorful posters with pride and a childlike smile; but was unsure. She didn’t quite know what to do. Maybe she could grab a punching bag and kick and hit it randomly. Oh! But she wasn’t dressed for the occasion. Wait, nevermind. She wanted to entertain herself. Who cared in she ended up ripping this dress by accident? She looked down at herself. The pink and beige dress had gold accents and a white sash. Nah… she’d better not ruin it. It was one of her favorites; one she had made out of an old curtain her mother had hated. Drizzle had asked for permission to use the curtains as fabric, and her mother had agreed. She had to admit, those curtains made an awesome outfit, really.

She was broken from her thoughts as she heard a random cursing inside. Wha… who could get as mad at a sport as to swear? Granted; she’d heard her father; cousin and uncle yell random curses at the TV while watching football. Maybe it was just in men’s nature to get mad at everything. Still, curiosity took the best of her, and she pushed the door open.

A guy was sitting on the floor. Drizzle had seen him once or twice; he was in the RSOR as well. It wasn’t that what struck her though, it was the blood.

Wait, blood?

”Oh my God, are you okay?!” she rushed toward him, and pulled a handkerchief out of the little purse she was carrying. She offered the handkerchief to him and started looking for a water bottle. Yeah, water… that could clean up all the dried blood.

”Here, take my handkerchief… keep it if you want, I don’t mind… just clean yourself up… oh God…”



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Word Count: 584
Muse: Let it be-the Beatles
Notes: Woot!
Template by Anicat. Lyrics by Taylor Swift. DON'T STEAL!!

[lexfrancishall]

search for the answers i knew all along
i lost m y s e l f, we all fall down

Lex heard the little peep of the voice of the girl. He looked down from the ceiling and his eyes met a rainbow fish. Well, a cute rainbow fish. She was a tiny thing, but her legs were nice, and he had a great view of them from his seat on the floor. She fluttered about like a pretty bird, handing him a handkerchief and chattering about his face.
”Here, take my handkerchief,” she tittered, and he looked at the dainty piece of fabric in his hands. It was intricately decorated and he regretted the fact that it would be bloody soon enough. He pinched his nose with the thing and held out his bloody hand away from his new shirt.
“Danks babe,” he snorted past the fabric. Through all the iron it smelled very feminine and flowery. It was very pleasant and his heart beat slowed to a calm pace. No point in pushing blood to his nose faster. Better to slow down and let it stop. He took another look at the girl. He knew her from RSOR. She was a jazz singer or something. He never really paid attention enough to tell who. He tossed out his hand for a shake, but then realized it was his bloody one and quickly switched them.
“Lex da Gread, ad your service,” he winked. His attempt to sound suave ended up sounding dumb. But his ego couldn’t help telling him that it didn’t matter if he sounded dumb or drunk. The girl was lucky for an introduction at all. Especially with the mood he was in. “Dice tiara.”
He checked his nose and saw that the blood was already coagulating. The sight of his own blood, turning to a solid, reminded him of chemo and vomiting and radiation and losing his hair, and he had to fight the urge to throw up. Lex shut his eyes tight and breathed in through his mouth. His fingers once again clamped around his nose with vice-like strength. It wouldn’t do to faint like a girl in front of this pretty little thing. Vulnerability turned him angry, and he stood up.
A wave of dizziness swept over him like a fountain and he stood still for a second. He looked around and grabbed his water canteen. Careful of the pretty handkerchief, now coated in crimson, he guzzled a bit, and put a few drops on his hand to try and clean it off. All that resulted was a mess. Working with one hand wasn’t the best thing for him right now.
He looked at the girl with what he hoped was a winning smile and asked her, “Could you give a man a hand, babe?”

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status;; done!
notes;; nosebleeds=messy
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lyrics;; "Without You" by Breaking Benjamin
credit;; i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0

[Drizzle Janice Benetto]

WISH I'D NEVER GROWN UP
I wish I'd never grown up



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Drizzle couldn’t find the water bottle she knew she had in her purse. She knew it must be there, it just had to. ”Wait, give me one second… I have…. I... ah, Dio Mio! Non posso credere questo! Non succede! “she wailed, quickly switching to her Italian side; the part of her heritage that came from her father. She shook her head, quickly switching to English again. A slight sigh escaped her lips when she found the silly missing bottle. ”Here… have some w- water, please,” she begged; the sight of the blood was starting to make her slightly dizzy; and she didn’t wish to faint. She quickly looked away.

Then, the guy called her ‘babe’. She blushed at that… not only out of embarrassment, but of slight anger. Never, in her entire life, had anyone talked to her that way. No one should ever speak to you in such a way, Driz, sweetie, her mother had told her when she was growing up. She remembered the day that speech had been delivered perfectly; one bright day that she’d come home with a white daisy, claiming that a boy at school had asked her out on a date and had called her ‘babe’. It’s a very offensive manner of addressing a girl; especially if the guy has never said a word to you. It’s sexist. Don’t let anyone speak to you that way, ever. The words had struck her hard; she’d never forgotten them. And of course, being who she was, she couldn’t accept being talked to like that. She didn’t say anything just yet, though. The poor guy had just hit his nose with a basketball; she’d be nice… unless he called her that again. If so, she’d have to make his nose bleed further.

The thought surprised her. She was usually a non-violent person.

”Oh! Hi, Mr. Lex. I’m Janis, Janis Joplin. It’s… nice meeting you, officially.”She laughed a little at herself. She felt a little ridiculous; plus Lex was talking kind of funny. Maybe it was the fact that he had hit his nose and was bleeding, but it was worth giggling at it. She managed to control herself, though, and was able to smile at the comment about her tiara. ”Why thank you! I made it… kind of. Just added details and everything…”she mumbled shyly, though she was well aware that Lex probably didn’t give a damn. He seemed a bit self-centered, and Drizzle was sick of self centered people; especially those who believed the world spun around them. She bit her lip a little bit upon seeing him try to clean up her handkerchief; only to end up making more of a mess of water and blood. ”Oh, leave it, I can wash it off later,”she said; smiling meekly, though the smile faded a little too quickly.

Then he asked for help, again calling her ‘babe’. She rolled her eyes at that; and took Lex’s hand and pulled him to his feet easily. True, he was heavy, but she had been put into a gym at a very young age; all thanks to her father. Plus all her random tackling people to the ground made her very strong in a way. Maybe that was why everyone seemed so scared of being tackle/glomped by her… she just hoped that wouldn’t hurt his ‘guy pride’.

”There you go! Now, just one thing, and I’ll state it in the most subtle way I can: Call me babe again, and I’m going to have to hit you with a Fender Stratocaster. I mean it.” she said, sort of trying to glare at him. And failing. Oh well…



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Word Count: 606
Muse: Música Ligera-Soda Stereo
Notes: XD I dunno if I should feel bad for Lex... or for Drizzle's Fender... lol.
Template by Anicat. Lyrics by Taylor Swift. DON'T STEAL!!

[lexfrancishall]

search for the answers i knew all along
i lost m y s e l f, we all fall down

The barrage of Italian caught him buy surprise. His knowledge of that language was surprisingly limited, and try as he might, the pounding in his head was making it too difficult to do anything besides look at her. The tone of her voice made it seem like there was more fretting in her words. He didn’t really want her to freak out any more than she was; the sight of a girl freaking out wasn’t on the top of his list of things to view. She was just too pretty to be upset.

Lex let the girl pull him up by the hand. It was strange, and impressive, he thought. She was so tiny, and she hefted his bulk almost as easily as anyone. Janis Joplin? He raised an eyebrow and made a mental note to look up some things on YouTube. Her voice was very pretty even in speaking, and he wondered if her voice was as mellow and sweet in her first life as in this one.

“Nice,” he praised, surprised both by his admiration and her strength. He stretched out his back muscles that had cramped from sitting so quickly. This pulled his shirt up and gave her a view of his abs. It wasn’t his intention however, and he quickly pulled his shirt back down, smirking slightly. His face fell as she threatened him. He was surprised once again. Usually girls were happy to receive nicknames from him, generic or not. She was obviously not one of those bimbos. The determination in her voice, even though her face failed her, made his ego crouch back, and fold in on itself. He felt strange, and humbled. A feeling he hadn’t felt in a long, long time, and certainly never as Alexander the Great.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered. He mopped up his face with the wet handkerchief, and felt his anxiety creep up at the thought of his skin being marred by blood. He tried to look past it, and instead thought of the vision, this tiny little girlie, swinging a big o’ Fender at his head. He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Damn it, Miss. You’d see me sprinting the other way if you had an axe like that in your hands.”

He dipped his head in what he thought was a humble manner, and his ego shrieked in disapproval. The action felt wrong to his being, but he did it anyways. For some reason, he didn’t want her to be angry. For more reasons than a flying Stratocaster. After looking at the handkerchief and finding it completely crimson, he leaned over and picked up his towel. The lean sent his head spinning, and he hit the ground again with a thud.

Lex groaned and rolled over onto his back. He could feel the last few drops of blood drip down the back of his throat, and swallowed thickly.

“God dang it,” he subsided into muttering curses. There was no way he could ignore it now…the one thing he feared most had returned. Leukemia

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