#djdoubleh

[not-holt-hyde]

I read your tags JJ - 'unfairly attractive face' huh? What, you got a thing for your other you? Heh, I don't blame ya ;)

I was talking about the centaur guy Frankie liked, Holt, not you. You know I can’t use commas in those tags so I have to commit unspeakable punctuation crimes.

I fully expect you to read my tags, anyway. I mean, you read my half of our journal all the time so I just go ahead and assume you can’t get enough of my personal notes.

[not-holt-hyde]

Stop complainin' about V-day already, you got custom chocolates last year diin't ya? Oh and speakin' of last year's presents, I've put our little Crossfade plush somewhere... special again. See if you can find him ;P

Oh my gosh, Holt, can you not do that again?! Please?! I was almost horribly injured the last time I turned around to find that thing hanging up in the shower.

I SCREAMED AND MOM BROKE DOWN THE BATHROOM DOOR IN FULL HYDE MODE, HOLT, I KNOW THAT’S NOT A BIG DEAL TO YOU BUT TO ME IT’S TERRIFYING.

And yeah, Frankie did give us both chocolate last year, which was nice. I don’t know, though, she was looking really interested in that centaur guy between classes the other week…

We might need to make a joint effort here.

[not-holt-hyde]

Since WHEN is there an 'unspoken rule' that I can't ask you questions!?

Are you implying it wouldn’t be beneath you to ask me things, though? I always assumed you wouldn’t be caught dead admitting you needed anything from me.

[not-holt-hyde]

Jackson rushed to the changing rooms in record time, fumbling in his locker for his casketball uniform so he could switch outfits for the rally. Most of the rest of the team were there and ready to go, but there was still fifteen minutes or so before they'd have to head out.

Hiking his sweater vest over his head and unbuttoning his shirt as the adrenaline of cannonballing from the science to the sports block wore off, Jackson began to become aware of a dull ache - like a headache, localised to the right side of his skull. Once he'd gotten his shirt off he frowned and brushed cool pale fingers over his temple, trying to soothe away the pain.

He didn't recall hitting his head, but maybe the stress of the day was getting to him. Jackson shrugged and decided to shake it off until after the rally, accepting a gulp from Deuce's water bottle when it was offered on the grounds of "Dude, you don't look so good."

The team was ready to go when the bell buzzed for the event to get started and they filed out, Manny Taur letting Jackson take less than ten steps before grabbing the back of his uniform shirt and hauling him up onto his shoulder. Jackson didn't even complain, the pain in his temple was getting more and more irritating with every step they took away from the main school and it was hard to concentrate.