Disclaimer: For the holidays I did not in fact receive Code Lyoko. Bummer.
Dedication: To my cousin Andy, his wife Tammy, and their unborn children.
I think I spent more time on this chapter than any other chapter for this story. I hope the work I've put into it shows cause it's got some of my favorite dialogue so far.
Oh, by the way, Odd, Jeremy, Aelita, and Ulrich are sophomores now. Demi, Serenity, Yumi and Matt are juniors. Yutaro, Pierre and Justin are Seniors. Yes, Justin and Serenity are twins and not in the same grade. Justin's motivated and Serenity's not. I realize this is a giant time jump but they need to be older because I feel like a pedophile making middle schoolers be this dark and sexy. :D Try not to think about why this doesn't work too much, just go with it and it shouldn't be too bad on you.
Light and heat flared up from the match in between my fingers. The flame that seemed to have suddenly come alive danced along, closer to my fingertips as the smoke from it burned my nostrils, making my eyes water slightly. I let it burn dangerously close, the heat from it borderline painful, and then dropped it lightly into the bowl of water beneath. Lather, rinse, and repeat.
At the end of this my fingers would probably be aching blisters but I didnt care. One week from now my brother would be here, all would be right again. The time could not pass more slowly for me.
I lit another match. Fire was of course forbidden in the dorms. No one was brave enough to investigate in my room anymore.
"Plink", went the match into the bowl.
I set the matchbook gently on my desk and took the bowl into the bathroom. I skimmed the dead matches out of the water, dumping them into the trash and pouring the water into the sink.
I filled the bowl with fresh, clear water and plucked the head off one of the stemmed roses that had come from Justin just yesterday.
I floated the flower in the water and set the bowl back onto my desk. I watched it bob gently for a minute before picking up the matchbook and lighting another match.
I carefully lit the very tips of the innermost petals, then licked my fingers and put out the match. I watch the fire slowly eat the rose from the inside out, turning the deep red petals black-brown and crispy, causing them to curl in on themselves and crumble.
I looked up from the rose as thunder crackled outside and lightening flashed, illuminating the room for 3 seconds, blinding me. I blinked my sight back and sat on the top of the desk to look out the window, spilling the water and beaching the blackened, dead rose like a whale carcass.
I ignored it and stared outside into the gloom.
The sound of the sheets of rain pounding the earth was accompanied nicely by the sound of the water dripping off my desk onto the carpe...More Cartoon Sex Stories...
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