Hey-o, it's Halloween! And my birthday the day after tomorrow whaaaaaaat. I'm not 20 the calendar is LYING.
I'm in a train. Isn't that fun. ...no, not really. I'm kinda nauseous, I think it's the computer.... also the wifi is shiiiiiiiitttttyyyyyyyyyyyy. ughhhhhh. I'm tired.
I'm stuck in the kids' car and there's these two boys (~6-8yrs) who keep running up and down the aisle and it's starting to get really annoying. HNNNGGGGGGG.
I have a few things about your last post. But I forget what they are. If you want to get our brother to read, you need to find him something to read that he finds interesting. Although I have to say you might not be too successful. And I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing. I mean TV series and movies and videos have the exact same purpose as books: to tell a story. They tell it differently, sure, but they do tell it nonetheless. And I think it's fairly obvious that Aatu is a visual learner. Sure, reading is visual also, but it's different. For example, he doesn't print out sheet music, he watches video tutorials and other people playing and copies it. In the same way he's not interested in reading words that tell him stories, he wants to watch pictures that tell him stories. And personally, I think that's just as good.
Also, please don't use the word grammarnazi, it's kinda insensitive.... It's also offensive to the people who are called that, because at least I would never want to be compared to nazis in ant sense. But anyway.
If you want to write, just WRITE. That's all there is to it. Well, reading helps, but you're already doing plenty of that, so... But write! It doesn't even matter what, as long as you put words on a paper. Just little snippets once a day and it'll get better. I mean you have a lot of great ideas, USE THEM. Jeez. You can't rewrite your old stuff if you have nothing else. Here, I'm gonna write you a snippet right now.
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The bus is late. That is a problem. I check the clock on my phone for the umpteenth time and fiddle with the end of my scarf. It's a wind day and the forecast said a lot of rain in the evening, so I'd rather not take my bike. I tap my feet, check my phone, adjust my scarf and exhale loudly as the bus finally arrives.
I'm not the only one in costume, thankfully. There is a group of girls at the back of the bus, dressed in costumes with varying degrees of fabric. It's amazing they don't freeze outside with their bare legs, it is only 5 degrees. I ignore them and sit down, staring out the window as the bus jerks forward. I've never been that into Halloween, but here I am, going to a costume party like the cool kids, or whatever. Stupid boyfriend with his stupid university party. I'd much rather stay home and pull a horror-movie all-nighter. But a promise is a promise, and it is kinda interesting to see what uni parties are like, I suppose.
The bus reaches downtown faster than I assumed and I hop out with everyone else. The directions Mike gave me are somewhat cryptic, but finally I find my way to the right place. I shoot him a quick text and soon his head pops through the door, a loud bass accompanying him from inside.
"You're here!" he shouts with a huge smile, and rushes to me. As soon as he's fully emerged from the doorway I slap a hand on my mouth, trying to hold in the laughter. He pauses and tugs at the hem of his tunic (or rather, bedsheet) with a lopsided grin. "You like my costume?" he asks.
"Well, um..." I walk to him and take his hands in mine. They're starting to get cold. "I mean, what are you even?"
"An angel!" He twirls around and indeed he has small fluffy wings on his back. I suppress another giggle. "You always call me angel, so..." This time I really laugh out.
"I call you Angel, because you call yourself Angel!" He shrugs and I huff.
"What are you then?" he asks and starts pulling me inside.
"I'm a pirate. I have another coat and some props in my bag," I say and take off my winter coat, handing it to the girl at the cloakroom. Ang- Michael peers over my shoulder as I dig my bag and produce a hat, coat, a toy gun and a stuffed parrot I attach to the coat with a few safety pins. He looks amused as I stand up and give my bag to the girl as well.
"Captain," he says and bows. I snort as he grins and takes my hand, leading me to the dance floor. We dance and dance and it's surprisingly fun. I also meet some of Mike's uni friends and they seem nice enough. I was afraid they'd look down on me for being in high school. A senior in high school, but still...
Someone bumps me accidentally, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look around and notice Mike is gone. I try to move to a more open area in the quite packed hall, but the song that starts to play is apparently a very popular one, since a wave of new dancers rush to the middle, effectively trapping me in their midst.
"Mike!" I yell as more bodies press against mine. I can't breathe properly... I just... I need to get out. The mass of dancing people is suffocating me from all sides. I try to pry my way through again, but get pushed back. I look around frantically, trying to spot Mike, but he is nowhere to be found.
"Mike!" I try again, but I can hardly hear myself over the loud music. I try to breathe, but it's getting harder and harder. Like all the air in the room was suddenly gone and no one else notices. I'm starting to hyperventilate, but I can't help it. I can't breathe. Too many writhing bodies all around me. Too close. Too much. My breath is coming in sharp bursts, my vision fuzzing around the edge. I think I see a familiar mess of blond hair, a pair of fluffy wings, and I reach towards them, but I can't move, I can't breathe.
"Angel!"
The last thing I see is Angel's head spinning around and his blue eyes looking right at me. Then everything goes black.
~x~
There's muttering all around me. The music hasn't stopped, but it's somewhere far, far away and I can finally breathe. And I breathe, a shaky breath at first and then a deep inhale. There's shushing from somewhere and I pry my eyes open. I'm on a sofa in what appears to be a back room of sorts, a few people looking worriedly at me. Blinking a few times I push myself to a sitting position. There is a soft touch on my arm.
"Are you okay?" Angel's eyes are concerned and confused and he's sitting slightly further away than normally, as if unsure if he's allowed to touch or not. I put my hand behind his neck and pull him closer, pressing our foreheads together.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say and give him a weak smile. "But if you don't mind, I think I'd like to go home now."
"Of course, baby, anything," he says and gives me a chaste kiss as he stands up and then pulls me up as well. I sway a bit and he wraps his arm around my shoulders. I lean into him gratefully and wrap my own arm around his waist. We stop at the cloakroom and retrieve our coats and my bag and then we're out of the building and in the cool autumn air. The sun has set long ago and the street lamps cast their yellow lights on us as we walk to the bus stop. Angel doesn't let go for a minute until we're back at my home and I have to dig my keys from the bag.
There is a plate with Halloween themed cookies on the table, with a not from mom saying she'll be back tomorrow afternoon and remember to behave. I stick a pumpkin between my teeth and offer one to Angel, who takes three. We end up cuddled on the couch with a two blankets and three pillows, marathoning a bunch of classic horror movies. How Angel hadn't seen The Shining before is beyond me.
"I'm sorry I dragged you to the party," Angel suddenly says. I smile at him and cuddle closer. "I know you don't really like crowds, but I thought..."
"It's okay," I say. "I had fun." He looks at me in surprise.
"Really? That's good." He sounds relieved and I lean over, pressing a kiss on his cheek.
"Yes. Although I have to admit, this is how I rather spend my Halloween," I say and Angel chuckles.
"Yeah, this is good," he says and kisses me.
We watch movies until we both wall asleep on the couch
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That's it! Did you like? We're in Helsinki now, so I have to hurry. Bye~
Pie out
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