PART 2 Y'ALL
The third day of detention
Gods I feel like absolute shit. Why did I do that with him? @
Vincent Goodspeed isn’t talking to me, unless he has to. Not to mention this constant headache I have now. We have gone through the past two days doing nothing. Just annoying each other and kicking the door nonstop. The door still won’t budge. The reality abroad isnt due to be back for a couple of weeks. Vincent’s nicotine and snow fern scent is fading from my blankets. I try to remember the scent of it, engraving it in my memory. Tonight I wait for everyone to settle in. I duck into Vincent’s area. He is reading a book with candlelight.
“What do you want from me Sophu? We do that, then you avoid me and refuse to look at me.” I sit down next to him and take off my shoes as I talk. Gods I still hate shoes.
“Me avoiding you!” I’m shocked. “You’ve been keeping me away with those dagger eyes since two days ago.” I cloak his part of the room in darkness. We look at each other for a moment. A long moment that passed in half an instant.
We get closer and his hand grips around my fingers. I grip him back. “You thought I was trying to drive you away? I’ve just wanted to talk to you, you know…. About…. This…. Us for a while now.” I take my other hand and trace along the lines of his face with my fingertips. The smell of fern, snow and nicotine is stronger now. I realize that it is just his natural scent. From him. He takes my hand away from his face and kisses it. I blush as I continue. “Are we like… a couple or are we just…. Doing this for the sake of doing this??”
He grabs my arms and pins them behind me as he answers my question.
“Well what do you want us to be?” He whispers in my ear. Quietly. I feel his breath wrap around the curves of my elven ear. I think about this for an instant. I brush my lips against his as I reply.
“I want us to be… us… forever… this bond…. It's real…. I couldn’t live without you Vincent.” I slowly kiss him. He kisses me back. And again. And again. We entangle ourselves together in between the blankets and our stripped off clothes. Our love is in unison. Like everything that has ever happened has led up to this long moment of ecstasy running through our veins. Together. Intertwining us. After a while, we pull apart and just lay next to each other. Breathing. I barely notice that the entire are is covered in sparkles
He says something that I barely catch.
¨I love you.¨ I look at him as the breath catches in my throat. He pulls me closer to him. ¨I love you, you beautiful lovely idiotic genius.¨
My breath hitches in my throat as I comprehend what he is telling me.
“I love you too.” I whisper the words as I climb back on top of him. Sparkles are flying from us, and Vincent sweeps them away as he swings me underneath him. Soon we pull ourselves apart. We just hold each other for a while. Then we are all over each other. Over and over. Me on top of him. Him on top of me. Then our little moments of ecstasy are broken up by a voice outside.
“Could you shut the hell up? I do not want to hear my brother getting F***ed at 3 in the morning.” Another voice chimes in with the first.
“Some of us want to sleep you know”
“Yeah if I wanted to hear that shit I would’ve brought my phone.” I poke my head and find that this was Good Franz. Wailey comes to the common area of the room.
“Who wants to punch Franz” she yells as she cracks her knuckles. Bailey and Kailey join her. Bailey tells everyone to go to bed already.
“What in the worlds is going on out here?” Sweetie emerges from bed, sleepy eyed in her cute pajamas. We all look at her.
“You slept through all that?” Kailey asks in shock. Sweetie brings out a pack of earplugs and hands them out to everyone but me and Vincent. I soundproof Vincent’s area and we climb on top of each other again. He looks at me before saying something unexpected.
“Since that just happened I’m not in the mood anymore.” We looked at each other for a moment before I burst out laughing.
“Ah come on just one more time?” I ask as I wrap my arms around him. Just then something strikes me.
“Vincent?”
“Yes?”
“Did you at all use protection?”
“I thought you did.” Then in unison:
“Damn it” We pull apart and face each other.
“It's alright, I'll find some runes for it.”
“Runes? You seriously can’t afford any Plan B?”
“I’m a goddamn high school girl. Of course I don’t have any money.”
“Now we really aren’t in the mood.” With this we both chuckle. We talk quietly for a while before we drift off to sleep.
I'm having a field day with the whole Sophu x Vincent ship. Do y'all like it or no?
also did anyone bother to read my super long thing that i took several days to write?? i worked really hard on it
PFFFFTTTT SWEATLE oh my gods whyyyy that's the most bestest name i have ever seen
Spin off story time!! Main idea: our quirky characters are in detention with no idea as to why, attempting to solve the mystery of who got them in trouble and what happened. This happened just before the Alice in Wonderland Adventure during a short period of time when we actually bothered to go to classes.
I sit on the chair, feet propped up on the table. I take off my shoes and chuck them across the room. Gods I hate shoes. My elven feet are not designed for shoes. They hit @
Franz Fiendlich in the head. Straight on. @
Sweetie starts yelling touchdown and other adorable sports nonsense. Gods I hate human sports.
"Hey watch it you hollow-brained elf!" Franz turns around and stares death at me. He takes his foot and begins tapping it on the desk. My hand instinctively rubs the back of my neck as I look to the floor. Somehow one of my biggest fears is now Franz’s feet with those painful sneakers that have actual spikes on the bottom. @Franz Fruendlich steps in.
“Calm down brother before I tell Mother what you did to her. Remember her #1 rule?”
“Never choke a woman half to death with your foot without explicit consent.” Evil Franz looks like he wishes to die again.
“Very good.” Good Franz settles down again. @
Vincent Goodspeed and @
Hailey and Wailey begin laughing hysterically. Hailey tries to speak between bouts of giggles.
“Never choke” another bout of laughter “without explicit consent” She doubles over unable to stop laughing. Wailey stops chuckling long enough to add in.
“Don’t forget it has to be a woman!” She throws her head back as she can’t control herself any longer. I turn to @
Sweetie.
“Was it really necessary to put a terminal laughing hex on them?” She looks me in the eyes.
“Absolutely.” Sweetie smirks as she pulls out her party spell book. Vincent looks in our general direction. He is now crying of laughter.
“You put a” He stops to let out his laughter. “Laughing hex” he grips the desk “On us?” I know trouble is brewing. I immediately reverse the hex, and the three siblings collapse to the floor trying to get their breath back from laughing so much. I look around and say the question everyone forgot to ask.
“Does anyone at all remember why we are in detention?” We all look at each other. The following conversation among the ten of us: @
Meanie, Good Franz, Evil Franz, Me, Sweetie, Vincent, Hailey, Wailey, Kailey and Bailey, goes like this:
“No.” This was Sweetie.
“No idea” This was Kailey. She is pacing the room back and forth.
“It was Evil Franz.” Says Hailey. She is looking around for any kind of note the teacher might have left for us.
“Yeah why are we here.” adds Bailey
“Let's not point fingers at anybody yet” This was Vincent
“But he burned me alive” whines Hailey.
“But that doesn’t mean he put us in detention” Wailey points out, but nobody agrees with her.
“I have no idea. All I know is that I need to kill Sweetie.” This was Meanie, clacking her sharp fingernails on the table.
“Meanie now is not the time for your polar opposite tantrums so shut the hell up unless you plan on being useful.” The words spill out of my mouth as I throw a knife in her general direction. It hits the wall right next to her head. I stand up and try the door. It doesn’t even budge. “Well we are stuck apparently.”
Kailey walks over and tries it with me. The door will not move at all. We are truly stuck. Vincent breaks the silence of our weird little group.
“So does anyone remember what we did to get in here?” He gets a pad and paper. Prepared to start coming to a logical and efficient answer. His hair is covering his eyes slightly. My gods he is so damn cute with his hair like that. Bailey stands up and finds chalk for the chalkboard. She writes our names down, along with the words “Memory loss”, “detention”, and “Why did whoever put us in here let Sophu keep her damned knives?”
“What connection do we all have that caused us to be in here together?” She asks the group. We give our best answers.
“We try to kill each other at least once a week.”
“We have all died at least twice.”
“We are all connected to the Goodspeeds”
“We all kiss each other regularly”
“Sophu that’s just you and Vincent.” I blush and look at the floor. The rest of the group laughs, except for Vincent, who is gripping the table and looking right at me. We all think for a moment. Then Wailey speaks up.
“We are the only ones that didn’t go on the reality abroad trip.” Everyone turns to look at her.
“Can you repeat that?’
“We are the ONLY ones who didn’t go on the Reality Abroad trip.”
“You’re right.”
“Write that down Bailey.” Someone says. I don’t remember who. We toss ideas back and forth for a while. We don’t get anywhere. After a while, it is decided that we are here because of the Reality Abroad trip. It has something to do with @
Ms. Hazeltine. Then the lights go off.
“What the hell is this” I exclaim, my voice echoing in the dark. I hear a crash behind me. I hear something ‘thud’ against the floor. I walk to the noise, practically tripping over a chair. Just then I hear something entering the air, like a gas or fume. My ears tingle at the tips. I hear mummering from the group. At least two more thuds. As I listen, I can tell that it is a person. Someone collapsing. I hear one of the girls crying. My head spins. My eyes grow out of focus. My knees wobble. I can’t breath. I can’t move. I collapse to the ground. My world goes dark.
I wake up to pain in every cell of my body. My throat feels dead. I try to sit up, but find that I still can’t move. I see the others. Some waking up, some still out cold. Somebody wants us in here, and not to leave at all costs. But they want us alive. I know that much. I sniff the air. I know I shouldn’t but I have to identify it. Wood sprite dandruff. Hard to detect. Normally non-toxic, but sadly, I am deathly allergic to it. I begin to panic and hyperventilate. I sense the others waking up. I start coughing. I can’t stop. My hands become soaked in blood as I cough more and more. One of the boys is talking, checking on the others. I can’t see or hear. I black out once more.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
I wake up in the corner. My eyes creak open. Slowly. I find that I can breath again, although my throat hurts like all hell broke loose. I feel my head propped up on my jacket, and a cold cloth on my forehead. I look around slightly. I see a stack of textbooks open and strewn across the floor. I see Sweetie’s cute little bottles of potion ingredients, along with various mixing tools. I see Evil Franz on the other side of the room, laying down in the corner. He looks similar to me. Like he got the shit beat out of him by magical dandruff. The other girls are talking quietly together. The room is near silent. Good Franz and Vincent are currently attacking the door. To no avail. We are stuck. I try to ask what happened. Everything feels like a blur. But I can’t. My throat feels like it is folded into itself. The pain spikes through my neck. I close my eyes. Every movement hurts. Like little thorns in each of my nerves. I breathe deeply. The pain eases. I realize that the poison is still in the air. Lingering. Some of the others are trying to use magic to fan the poison out. I let myself sink into blackness. I slip in and out of sleep for a while. I feel someone replacing the cloth on my head. I feel them putting something on my neck. Right on top of my throat. It feels ice cold. Minty. It sends a chill through my abdomen as I open my eyes. I see the textbooks cleaned up, and Evil Franz up and talking with Meanie. I’m pretty sure they are dating. I find Kailey sweeping the hair out of my face.
“Mornin’ sunshine.” She smiles as she helps me sit up. I try to respond, but she stops me. “The wound on your throat reopened. You won’t be able to talk for a couple hours.” I nod as I tie my hair back in a scrunchie. Vincent walks over and sits by us.
“You took a pretty strong dose of that poison,” he explains. “We all got it rough, but you were the worst. I was really worried for a while.” I start to ask something, but stop myself. He looks at me for a moment. “You’ve been out for almost a day. The closet is full of necessities. We have been able to get by.” Kailey gets up and leaves when Vincent finishes speaking. Me and Vincent sit together. “Evil Franz and Bailey tried to kill each other three times. And Meanie tried to blow us up at least five times.” I try to chuckle at this, but end up coughing. He hands me some water. I suddenly realize how close we are. And that our hands are touching. I blush and accept the water. Hailey walks over to us.
“We have some leads on this whole detention thing.” she says as she helps me into a chair at the table. She grabs one of those weird pointer thingies. She swings it toward the chalkboard.
“Ms.Hazeltine put us in here because we did not want to go on the Reality Abroad trip. But we were brainwashed into refusing the trip by @
Annie Sweet. She wanted us out of the way because she knows some of us” she pauses as she looks around at our little group, “would get in the way of her trying to enjoy a relaxing trip.” She gestures towards Wailey and Meanie, who are tossing paper airplanes back and forth. I tap the table with my fingers.
“Ok, but why in this detention setting? With the memory wiping? And the poison?” The words tumble out on a pad of paper in front of me. I put the pencil down on the table again.
“We don’t know yet. I think Ms. Hazeltine and Annie are just trying to keep us here until they get back.” This was Vincent, the little recorder on his neck making a quiet ticking noise.
“So basically we just hang out until they get back?” My handwriting is awful. Everything still hurts like hell.
“Yeah basically. But that will be at least two weeks” Vincent says. “And try not to kill each other.” A panicked voice from across the room interrupts us.
“Wait So We CAN’T Kill Each Other??” I turn around to see Meanie dragging Evil Franz behind her, leaving a huge smear of blood on the ground. Of course. I spend a few hours out cold and people have already killed each other. Good Franz runs towards the pair. The classroom is quite large.
“It's ok, I'll revive him.” he says in between heavy breaths. I chuckle at the scene. I pause as I realize my voice is coming back.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
“Was it really necessary to put up a barricade to make sure they don’t kill each other?” Wailey comments as I push the runes in place.
Meanie is throwing things at the magic barrier whilst yelling at Evil Franz. Sweetie is throwing balls of paper as the barrier.
“Yes it is.” I slide the last rune into place. Vincent is in the corner, reading. Bailey is poking him in the shoulder. Kailey is making paper snowflakes and having them spin across the ceiling. Hailey is sorting the food supplies. Good Franz is pacing the end of the room.
I flip through my spellbook. I quickly cast a room expanding hex. We now have enough room for everyone to sleep comfortably. I check on our deviants in their corner. I can't see either Evil Franz or Meanie. But I see a LOT of sparkles coming from a part of their area that is shrouded from view by several tablecloths and chairs. I know what that means, so I enhance the barrier to be slightly tinted, enough that we cant see anything going on. Just for a little while. We are all getting tired, so we set up our various quarters. The Goodspeeds in one area, slightly separated. Both Good Franz and me are on the other side of the room, separated by several long curtains and a good portion of the walkway. I set up several blankets into a comfy little bed.
Vincent comes into my area. Sits next to me. I blush bright red as I shyly remember that now I am wearing nothing but an extra long night shirt. I barely remember what happened next, but at the same time I was hyper aware. I remember talking. Quietly. We talked for a long time. But at the same time not at all. Like everything was unspoken but known between us. Like we could just...feel what we wanted to say.. We kept getting closer to each other. I remember that the entire room was silent. Except for us.
I remember that one of the girls had fastened my curtains Tightly shut. And then shrouding my entire area. Soundproofing it. But I didn't mind. Right now, it was me and Vincent. Just us. Nothing else. This connection makes glittery bright sparkles spiral from the both of us, flying around before vanishing. Then we are lying next to each other. Just looking at each other. Breathing. My arms are wrapped around his neck. My thumb is rubbing a little circles near his shoulder blade. He is brushing away a strand of hair from in front of my eyes. I can’t resist. I pull him into me and kiss him roughly on the neck. More sparkles fly and fizz as we become entangled in each other. Multiple times. All I remember is the heat of him on top of me. Then under me. We stay like that for a while, together, before he gets back to his own bed. I drift in and out of sleep after that, the pillows cold without him. I smell his scent in my blankets. Snowy ferns and nicotine with hints of poliander shavings.
The following morning we are all eating whatever rations we can call breakfast. We let the deviants out of their area for a while. Meanie keeps falling asleep and Evil Franz refuses to look anybody in the eyes. He still has some sparkles on his shoulder. Vincent starts coughing whenever I look at him. Hailey keeps looking between us. Good Franz is just in the corner, writing in his journal. Wailey keeps on whispering to Kailey in between giggles. Sweetie is just playing with some art supplies, oblivious and childlike as always. Bailey is with her, trying to distract herself from the tension in the room. I make up some paper airplanes, for the hell of it. I aim for everyone’s heads, and get every single shot. A chorus of yelling and swearing follows, along with various arguments and giggles. Soon we are all goofing around and yelling, except for Good Franz. He seems worried about something. I’ll ignore it for now. We stop our fun after Meanie tries to blow us up. We lock the deviants back up for the day.
This is only the first part so yeah more stuff coming soon y’all
Aw thanks y'all this is great. personally the people who run this site could put more effort into picking the spotlight story and student of the month. Lets just not be hating on anyone alright. Sometimes people take this online stuff to heart too much and it hurts their feelings. its happened to me in the past so lets just make sure we are nice to everyone ok.