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Better in Person (Standalone)

Pulling the glasses off her face, Tasha gently placed them on the desk beside the laptop. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. Every square inch of her body was exhausted, but this paper wasn’t going to finish itself. She yawned again, her eyes blurring as they filled with water. Blinking a few times to clear it, she risked a glance at her word count.

She had a thousand words to go and twelve hours until the due date —if she didn’t sleep at all. She sighed. In her current sleep-deprived state, she could anticipate the kind of review and editing this paper would have to undergo. She tried, failing miserably, to calculate just how much time each step would take, successfully dashing her secret hope that she’d manage to get a few hours of sleep in before sunrise. Tasha sighed again. She just had to push through.

“You can do this,” she whispered to herself as her hands hovered over her keyboard.

She stifled another yawn as her head started to droop. She could do this, but a little nap wouldn’t hurt.

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Sunrise (Standalone)

Lizzie pulled her feet up onto the seat and wrapped her arms around her shins. Resting her head on her knees, she took in the view before her. It was quiet, as if the whole world were holding its breath, waiting for something. What exactly, was what Lizzie was waiting to find out. The light blue tapestry that hung over everything painted them in these seemingly lifeless colours and Lizzie waited.

As if on cue, the birds began to tune their instruments in preparation for the overture. Lizzie was so caught up in the magic of it all that she hadn’t noticed that she had company. That is, until the wood of her seat dipped beside her, adding a creaking sound to the morning symphony.

“What are you doing up at this hour?” Tyler asked, his question punctuated with a wide yawn.

“Couldn’t sleep. Plus, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

“The fuss?”

She turned to him. He was bareback. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine at the sight of him. She pulled her cardigan closer around her before answering him.

“I will never understand how you can traipse around the house with no clothes on at this time of year and not catch anything.”

Tyler shrugged as if he couldn’t explain it himself and Lizzie continued as her eyes returned to the view.

“Yeah, the fuss about sunrises. Aren’t they just sunsets in reverse? What’s the big de--”

The rest of her question fell off into silence as pastel hues of peach and orange burst upwards from the horizon. A dog barked a few houses away, the sound intermingling with the birds and Lizzie just watched. A fluffy cloud, now tinted pink, crawled across the horizon and seemed to leave a glowing ember behind. As more clouds drifted away, the ember brightened, catching the sky on fire.

The two sat together and watched. Words were unnecessary at a time like this. Words were inadequate at a time like this.

Almost five minutes later, Tyler stood. Stretching his arms up as high as they could go and rolling forward onto his tip toes, he let out a groan. His arms went out on either side of him for another stretch as he yawned again. They dropped to his sides and startled Lizzie. He walked to the doorway and glancing her way, he spoke with a slight smile.

“I guess you got your answer.”

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Bad Day - Standalone

Some days were just like that, terrible. Lauren had stained her favourite shirt; she was pretty sure she had flunked that pop quiz; her entire water bottle had spilled all over her stuff --that was another ten bucks she had to spend on printing those completed papers and there was no way she would get much when she tried to sell her now water-logged textbook at the end of the semester. Who was she kidding? She wouldn’t be able to sell it, because at the rate that this semester was going she would need it when she repeated the class over the summer semester.

She groaned, stepping to the side quickly to narrowly avoid bumping into a girl grinning stupidly at her phone. Ugghh! Why did everybody else have to be so...so happy all the time? She knew she was being ridiculous. She couldn’t be mad at people just because they were happy and she wasn’t.

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Dave: Lament your solitude. ==>

Lament? Hell no. You embrace the fuck out of that solitude, you love it like it's your own brother. Still...

Your name is Dave Strider, and fuck sometimes you miss the dumbass that is your best bro.

You still see him, of course; though it's mostly in passing. You'll be in the same room when you're eating, you both blog in the lab every few nights. Lately, though, he's been spending more and more time behind the closed door of his room, well out of your reach.

You could knock on the door, you suppose. But you won't. He's always respected your privacy, and now, you'll respect his, because you know that sometimes, you're just a little much for people. Sometimes, people need a break from you. It sucks, but it's life. You're Dave Strider and you've long since learned how to handle it when people shut you out, when they decide they need to take a step back. And, hey, let's face it, Karkat fucking Vantas isn't exactly the king of letting people in. Hell, you're lucky you've made the progress you have with him in the past year or so.

So you'll leave him alone. You won't push, you won't pry. Karkat will come to you when he's ready.

You're sure of it.

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Karkat: Accept it. ==>

It was good while it lasted. You should have known better than to think it would go anywhere, that your relationship with your fellow Vantas would grow wings or learn how to manipulate time and space to work. But the rift has only been increasing and you spend more time asleep than awake when you should be focusing on the reality you are now occupying. You miss him terribly, and the dull ache in your chest flares every time you're struck with a memory of him. He's made quite an impression for a guy you couldn't stand in the beginning. You didn't know how wonderful quadrant life could be until all at once you were left devoid and devastated. Gamzee dropped you like a bad habit, and Kankri is nowhere to be seen. What if he came back? What if he messaged you? What then?

You're not sure, but you are sure that you need to stop sleeping so much. If he hasn't shown up yet, it's doubtful knowing his (nonexistent) concept of time that he will anytime soon, and even then it will be as intermittent as he has always been with you. You sit back in your chair, scrub your weepy eyes and peer blearily at Dave's handle. The only guy who's consistently been available even though you chose not to utilize him. Too many doubts, too much fear, and you didn't want to openly admit to the wreckage that is your emotional state as of late. But Dave wrestled it out of you with a few smooth words and a disarming nonchalance. You wish you had the nerve to engage him in a more physical form, but you are still busy licking your wounds. Who's to say you wouldn't do something utterly stupid and glue yourself to him just like you did to Kankri. You're such a desperate fool.

But the knowledge that Dave is only down the hall soothes you in ways you aren't ready to fully accept. Not just yet.

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Dave: Own up. ==>

Fuck, you don't know why you're doing this. He's across the hall, or down the hall, or up in the lab, or --

Point is, he's somewhere close, and you're wasting time hacking away at a computer and a keyboard instead of sitting down and looking your best friend in the eye. He's going through some shit, and you should, y'know, be there for him. You're doing a shit job, though. You're aware that you're doing a shit job. You're aware that the best thing you could do for either of you right this second would be to go find where he's holed up and challenge him to strife. Or drag out his terribad movie collection.

Or.

But you're not going to do that, because the idea of looking Karkat in the eye right now makes you nervous as fuck. All joking aside, he's right, and you're beginning to come to the conclusion that you really are in denial.

You've got it, and you've got it bad.

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Scene from "Wild Thing"

Once, when Jenna and Luke were playing Mario Kart in the living room, I asked Jenna why she had leukemia. At first she ignored me, so I asked her again.

"My white blood cells aren't working," she said. "They're growing too fast."

I didn't know what that meant. "White blood cells?"

She nodded, her eyes glued to the TV. "Mine are sort of--broken."

Jenna is twelve, so she is much smarter than me. But this didn't seem right.

"Your blood's red," I said. "I saw it when you scraped your knee last year."

Luke laughed, and Jenna made a frustrated sound like Mommy made when I lost one of my new ballet shoes down the gutter. I felt like I'd missed something.

"What's so funny?"

"Blood isn't white or red," Luke told me. "It's blue until it hits the air."

Jenna looked at him. "Who told you that?"

"A girl at school."

"Blood is red," Jenna said firmly.

"How do you know? We can't ever see it until it touches the air!"

They were talking too fast--their words mixed together like the robin's egg blue and cottony white of the sky when I squint up at it from underwater. Most times, when I don't know what Luke and Jenna are talking about, it doesn't matter. But this time I knew it did.

"Is that why you need to go to the hospital?" I said. "Your blood is the wrong color?"

Jenna looked angry all of a sudden. "Forget it."

She hit the Nintendo buttons like they'd called her a mean name, or hadn't finished their vegetables. Her hands and wrists were skinny and had blue veins sticking out. I wondered if Luke was right. Jenna's blood looked blue, and her skin was white and sort of shiny--it reminded me of glow-in-the-dark stickers.

Here is what I know about leukemia:

It makes Mommy angry.

It makes Daddy sad.

It might mean that your blood is white, blue, or red.

It makes Jenna's hair fall out.

#i've been thinking about these characters lately....it's interesting to write from a 4-year-old's perspective!#original #standalone scene #writing