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BUMPSIES~

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((Sorry D;  Often Sometimes I procrastinate on replying to my Rps.))

A pair of previously magenta eyes observed the horizon, watching intently as the sun lazily made room for the crescent moon.  The orange sky over the untouched snow created a postcard worthy scene.  Sidney, of course, was ahead of that, already having taken numerous snapshots through the bus door.

And now, darkness overcoming the landscape, it was time to do some baking.  He'd his mother's ginger snap recipe memorized, but it didn't hurt to read over the aged note card that she herself had hand written for the boy.  He couldn't help but indulge in the raw cookie dough, though he denied his fellow band members a taste.

The miniature oven opened one last time to reveal the final batch of snaps, mitted hands retrieving the baking tray.  Thirty minutes to cool, and the thin and crispy treats were ready to be enjoyed.  But that'd have to wait until the next day.  Well, maybe just one...

-At the Local Mall-

The singer had already artfully packaged an approximate dozen of his special cookies in a transparent wrap, tied shut with a candy-cane striped bow.  They'd be a part of his gift to a certain special friend.  But he needed something more, which was how he'd ended up at the conviently- open mall, swarmed with last minute shoppers.

Of course, he came disguised with stone grey contacts, cloaking himself in a matching colored trench coat.  He even went to the extent of wearing a wig that made him appear a natural brunnete.  No chances could be taken at a place like this, not that it wasn't fun to play dress- up.

But no matter how many stores he checked, and no matter how many kiosks he browsed, he couldn't find that perfect present.  What kind of things did she like, anyway?  All girls liked jewelry, right?  But that may seem a bit extreme for someone he'd only met a few days back.  Wait!  He spotted when he caught sight of the perfect something in a store window.

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Back at the bus Storm examined the trinket he'd chosen, the other band members off wrapping their presents to eachother, the prepared singer having done so days ago.  From a thin silver chain dangled a miniature pocket- watch, elegant etchings inscribed on it depicting what looked to be a blooming rose.  A curious finger reached to touch it, and it opened with a click.  He set the correct time, delighted to see the hands pointed so strikingly at the roman numerals.  He then returned the necklace to its golden gift box, complete with matching golden bow.

Both his presents now rested in an somewhat small white- glittered gift bag, a thin la
yer of red tissue paper going over top.  A tag attatched to the handle read 'From your friend Sidney- Promise not to forget me'  Now it was time for delivery.

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Standing at her doorstep, he gently placed the present down, somewaht to the side so it wouldn't be stepped on.  As he walked back in the direction of the bus, his vision blurred with tears.  But still, he held a broad grin, shaking it all off.  Crying could dislodge his contacts, anyway, and he certainly didn't want that.

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Dodger's snoring rang through the ears of Storm, who was the last to remain awake.  He couldn't stop the thoughts that ran through his mind.  They'd leave tomorrow, no matter what.  But what could he do about it?

Pushing everything aside, he finally drifted into a slumber, looking forward to the taste of ginger snaps and candy canes in the morning.

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I do that ALL the time :)

So, it's pretty much a necklace, with a watch on it? :D

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awh! <345354

So, right now it's Christmas? Or its Christmas Eve at night? D: omg, sorry for the questions D:

BUMP? D:

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BUMP D:

((Sorreh.  *Slow replier*  I don't reply until I have the motivation.  And yeah, Res was out for a bit.

And what are those things called?  I'm no phone expert myself, so I suppose it never came to me that it even had a name.))

"Th- Thump!"  Storm was rattled awake, amber eyes shifting about, as if anything would have changed from the previous night.  It was early, as could be told by the orange illumination that gave the room a warm glow.  Were they...  Moving?

Walking into the main room of the bus confirmed that they were indeed in motion.  A pang of dread wove into his chest, seeping deep into his being.  He'd not likely see his friend again, though he felt almost as if they'd cross paths again, by some miracle.  Of course, she was probably off and happy on her way to Australia by now.  Those irresistable surfers guys couldn't steal away Nikki's attention, right?  She wouldn't lose her memory of him in the great outback.  Right?  Sid was getting ahead of himself.

Shaking it off, he joined the others beside a stack of presents which had been set out over the course of the night.  The manager had impatiently claimed his prizes at the crack of dawn, eager to start on the road to their next concert site.  With his incredible speeding record, they'd get there with time to spare, even despite the fact that they left a day late.  Unusually enough, Flare wasn't busy ridiculing him and enforcing the highway laws.  Must've been that Christmas cheer getting to him.

At the end of the gift exchange, a certain satisfied singer had recieved some new jewelry- his favorite piece a mood bracelet- as well as a pair of exquisite jackets.  He was already wearing the pair of rainbow contacts he'd been given.  The other members were equally excited, everyone nibbling on thin and crispy ginger snaps.

Time passed all too quickly that day, not unlike any other Christmas.  But the singer couldn't help but feel as though there was a gap in his heart.  He didn't like her that way, did he?  Even he himself couldn't put an answer to that.  And now, he found himself miles away from the one he wanted to see most, sitting on a couch in the back of a cruising tour bus.

A friendly guitarist joined him, a concerned look reflecting off of emerald eyes.  He knew.  He always knew when it reguarded Sidney, and he was always there.  Uneasiness hid in his rainbow- enhanced eyes, which focused on Skunk in a silent cry for help.

"Love hurts, eh?"  The guitarist finally spoke, wearing a sympathetic smile.  Sid seemed to deny this, shaking his head whilst saying- "It's not love, I just feel as though I'm losing a friend."  Skunk knew love when he saw it, but he wasn't about to fight.

"You two will be reunited."  He assured with a mysterious smirk.  "I'll make that happen."  The singer couldn't help but wonder what he had up his  sleeve.  "How do you plan to do that?"  A shady glare beamed dully from green eyes.  "You'll see.  You didn't happen to leak any personal info to this girl, did you?"  Storm considered, lifting a finger to recall.  "I shared some stories of my past, as well as my real name.  But that's about it."

"Perfect." 

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"Hello?"  A heavenly voice drifted into a silver cellular device.  "You were planning to give out a few pairs of tickets for the next Relapse concert, correct?  A Christmas giveaway?"  Skunk was on the phone with an employee from a vast- ranged radio station.  "Yes, three pairs.  And exclusive limo rides to the concert for the winners, and they'll spend the night before the concert in a fancy hotel.  Why do you ask?

A beat tapped on his foot as he voiced his reply.  "This is Skunk, and I have a request.  You were planning to ask trivia questions, correct?  A right answer wins a pair of tickets?"  The other end of the line was silent, the employee probably nervous after she'd realized just whom she'd been speaking too.

"Y-Yes, that's right."  Finally, an answer.  "So, could I provide a question?"  This time, the response was near sudden.  "Oh, yes, of course.  What would you like to ask?"  A smirk broadened on the guitarist's face.  "Ask them this- 'What is Storm's real name?'"  The voice on the other side was hesitant once again.  "Does anyone really know that?  I mean, outside the band and all?"  Pretty much, no.  Which could help Sid's friend win those tickets.  So long as she tuned into the correct station at the correct time, and had the courage to call in.  "Of course!  Any true fan knows that his name is Sidney.  You knew, didn't you?"  Skunk was such a sly one, he could get pretty much anything he wanted from anyone.  "Why wouldn't I know?  I've always known!"  She didn't know.  Until he'd told her, of course.  Hopefully the singer wouldn't mind if his name was leaked to a few fans.  "So you'll put that question out there?"  He wanted to confirm.  "Certainly, sir.  Merry Christmas!"

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"You didn't happen to get her number, did you?"  Skunk gazed to the singer, not speaking a single detail of the phone call.  If she did win the tickets, it would be a pleasant suprise.  Otherwise, he didn't want to get Sidney's hopes up.  "No, I'm afraid."  Now that he thought about it, he should have asked her on one of his many chances.  Too late now.  "That's alright.  There'll be other girls lining up just to meet you."  He tested, patting his band mate on the shoulder.

"I don't want the others."  The singer resisted a tear.  "You don't understand.  She wasn't just a fan.  Maybe on that first night, I could consider her such.  But after that..."  Sid trailed off as the guitarist embraced him in a comforting hug.  How unlike him?  But it was a good change, and it was very appreciated.

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I usually just call it the ear part, haha. But, I didn't want to sound stupid. D:
And, what was the 'thump' part in the begining? :O

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Omg that made me laugh^^^^^^^^^ THUMP <3
And, sorry I wasn't on yesterday to reply. I have this thing, kind of like arthritis, where my hands are acheing because I'm typing to much. My mom says it's normal, but I need to not type so much now, so I'm only going on the computer after 4 or 5 o clock. Some where around there.

Where is the concert going to be?

((That stinks.  I type all day and my hands seems to be fine *Pinky falls off*

Hm.  Concert's gonna be about four- hundred miles away from the previous one, meaning a seven to eight hour drive including the small stops.  Of course, Nikki would get a limo ride to the location, as well as the night in a hotel free of charge.  Location wise, it will be a larger and fully developed city, nestled in a mountain range, on the flat area between two mountains.))

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Omg o_o Hahahaha
Are you suuuuure they feel fine? That's odd... They say, people that type all day at an office, have to get surgury if they do it ALLLL the time. Maybe your muscle are OH SO strong? Hahahaha omg your buffffff <3

I'm sorry D: I'm doing this to everyone since I'm babysitting. I thought I could reply to the rp now, but after I wrote that ^^ my coffee got done brewing and I have to leave. Could you just post one more time, so that on the forums it says I haven't read it? I don't want to lose this D:

((*Flexes*  Of course I'm buff.  I've got macho fingahs.  I don't literally type all the time, it's just a lot.  Not as much as those office people.  Typing is enjoyable though, pressing the keys is amusing, and it's fun to go for speed.

And now, you have not read this.  So don't read it or it will say you haven't not read it yet, and I'll have to post again.  Enjoy your coffee, and the babysitting (If that's possible).  Post whenever you can ^.^))

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Omg Kate's muscles on her fingers are....WOAH, I'm in a trance <3
And, actually I enjoy babysitting since it's just my neices who I watch so much were all like sisters... Yeah, never mind, it's horrible... o_o
IWILLFINALLYPOSTSORRYFORMAKINGYOUWAITSOLONGGAHHHH
I didn't really know what usually happens when you win hings on the radio, so just bare with me. I know some things are wrong at the end...

BIC:

Ironically, the presents Sidney got Nikki only made her feel worse. Knowing that Christmas was tomarrow, and Sidney was leaving, wasn't a good match. Though it seemed slightly odd, a bit immature, and a hint of stalkerish, she couldn't help but sleep with his jacket on - and the necklace of course.
The next morning, she was woken up by Josh, who decided to scream at the top of his lungs unintelligably. Nikki guessed it was something about Christmas. What about it? She may never know with that high pitch scream, or hear again for that matter.
"Alright, Alright!" She exclaimed to make him shut up as he ran out of her room to wake up their parents. As Nikki expected, the joy for Christmas wasn't in her heart yet. She hoped after spending time with her family, presents and hopefully going to Australia, Sidney would be out - and stay out - of her mind the whole day. She didn't want to keep him out of her mind forever, but she couldn't enjoy Christmas and him still be hanging there in her mind, reminding her of the empy void dieing to be filled.
As she groggily got up from her bed, maybe 20 miutes after the obnxious Josh woke her up, she took the jacket off and put it in the corner with all the other things of Sidney's. Sadly, almost all of the scent was leaving the material. Quickly, before going downstairs, she locked her bedroom door and stole a taste at one of those gingersnaps.
And he was right. They were delicious.
 "Oh my gosh..." She said to herself, savoring the taste that filled her mouth. Somehow she'd have to tell him how much she loved just one bite of the snack. When she heard her name be called by her parents, she quickly put the rest of the snack back in the container and left her room after taking the necklace off. She didn't need her mom asking her where she got it.

-Later on in the dayyyy <3-

The day was filled with Christmas presents, laughs and memories. Some of Nikki's parents' friends decided to stop by, and since there was no kids her age, she had the right to leave and go back to her room. By the time everyone left, all the ginger snaps were gone.
Sitting on the ground, with her bedroom door locked - as usual, these days - Nikki chose to clear her head with music. Ironically, (xD) she turned on the radio station that Relapse played on alot. It surprisingly made her feel better, and she couldnt' help but smile as she listened to Sidney's voice flow soothingly from the speakers. Her mind told her to stop thinking about him.
Her heard said that he was singing to her.
Of course, she was being some crazed fan who had a jacket from him. She was just being... In heaven for a moment. Can't she bask in it for a little longer?
As she realized the song was only making her more depressed, she was about to turn it off when the song was ending and a womans voice filled the speakers.
"To all those crazed Relapse fans out there, don't miss your chance to get free tickets with back stage passes, a free night stay at a five star hotel, and a limo ride right to the concert! This is a must hear, Relapse fans..." Nikki's heart leaped with the first words. She couldn't even listen to the rest, for she was too busy thinking about what would happen if she won the tickets. Would Sidney be ecstatic? Or would he think that she was following him, and that she got the wrong idea with the two times they had together? The womans voice took her out of her thoughts, "... all you have to do is answer this trivia question. If you think you know the answer, give us a call at (*random numbers*)..." Nikki, again, stopped listening. Too busy dreaming about how Sidney would react to her being there. Then the womans voice brought her thoughts back. "... The question is...  (*Drummmm rollllll*)... What is Storm's real name?..." As she repeated the question for everyone to hear, Nikki gasped.
"What!?" She exclaimed excitedly. She knew his name by heart! She's been saying his real name for days now!
WHY HAVEN'T I CALLED IN YET?
All worry about how Sidney would react was completely gone. She dialed the number to the station, still wondering how this was possible.
"Hi." She said nervously, all of a sudden feeling the need to vomit. "I know his name. Sidney (_______... Did he say a last name? If he did then lets pretend she remebered because I didn't D;)." She said it knowingly, and if she heard someone deny it, she knew she'd lash out at them. It was definately Sidney.
For a long moment, everything was silent. Then she heard both on the phone, and on the radio a voice saying,
"Congratulations, you answered correctly! What's your name?" Realizing that her voice would be heard on the radio she gulped nervously.
"Uh...Nikki. Nikki Smith." A chill went down her spine as she heard her voice waver over the radio. It was too awkward for words.
"Well, congratulations Nikki! You won a free night stay at a fancy five star hotel, free tickets - and back stage passes - to a Relapse concert in ______ (? D:), and a limo ride to that concert!"
Nikki smiled, and chose not to respond on the phone. Instead, she fought a wave of nausea and when the woman on the radio changed to a different topic, someone else was on the line with her. Asking for information that they couldn't ask while on the radio. She gave it to them freely. Just knowing that she was going to see Sidney again, made her want to dance around and scream. And after she got off the phone with th kind man, she did just that. With his jacket on, necklace on, and gingersnap in hand.