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Untitled Tim

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There comes a time, either: during an amazing concert, or while having fun at a friends, or going on a ride at a carnival; that you get this bloated feeling in your stomach. It feels like bubbles inside your intestines, mixed with some adrenaline and sweet and sour sauce. For Tim, he was getting this nauseating feeling from Kim. Oh, and the hat that delt the awful fate of being flushed with someones feces.

He was currently in third period, and there was a half an hour before the bell for lunch rung to set him free. Tim was currently writing answers, with a kid wearing Ambercrombie and Zumiez next to him copying everything he put down on his worksheet. The paper was about communist leaders and their effects on neighboring countries. Tim heard a snort beside him, the boy cheating off his paper scrunching up his nose to push up his sunglasses.

He pointed to Timmys paper. "What the hell is this? Inveterate? It sounds like something gross from a health text book."

"It means..." Tim thought for a moment, "er, of long standing. Stalin had used inveterate ways to control his people using totalitarianism."

The kid tilted his head like a dog watching something it didn't understand. He then rolled his eyes and wrote it down on his worksheet. "Dude, your lucky your hella smart and let me copy your answers. Or else I'd probably smack you for using words like that."

Tim stared at the kid, before rubbing the eraser shavings off of his almost finished paper. One more sentence...and...done. He got up, walked over to the teachers desk, and turned in the assignment. He could feel the eyes behind those stunner shades burning into his skull. The kid turned up his I-pod and started mouthing to rap, obviously annoyed he couldn't finish copying Timmys paper.

Thirteen more minutes till the bell rang.

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'Shit...shit. Why can't I remember the square roots of these numbers?!' Kim scratched the side of her head, then pressed her nose to the paper. She groaned silently and eyeballed the problems. 'I copied everything except for the square roots. Damn!'

Kim looked around, to make sure no one was watching, and then she peaked inside of her shirt. She wore a white sports bra, with many numerical equations and problems written all over it. Her eyes scanned for a number 37, the horrible problem she was stuck on. She hoped to God she wrote that one down. It was two in the morning last night when she went to bed, and twenty minutes before that she remembered a huge trig test.

Kim didn't always cheat. She just so happand to have the study guide with all the answers.

How could she help it? This huge hundred pointer slipped her mind during the first couple hours of their mini vacaton, she had no choice. Usually she studied, somewhat, and managed to pass with a C. But still, she didn't trust her 2 AM in the morning self to write down reliable answers.

Suddenly, she spotted the number 37. Right there, right--upside down...

NO WAY. The test was over in six minutes!!! There was no time to go to the bathroom, take off her bra, flip it around and find out the answer before the end of six minutes! She sighed even louder, the teacher overhearing, and lowering his glasses. His raised eyebrow seemed to scrunch in confusion at Kims nozzle being lost in her button up blouse. Kim felt someones eyes on her. She looked up, flashed a smile, and casually returned to her paper.

There was a giggle coming from the left side of the room, near the glass windows. Bastion saw the whole thing, and he was laughing at her expense. She looked away, but still saw the poking middle finger he gave her from below the desk. Kim returned the gesture, then shuddered at the possible revenge he was plotting against her. No one could miss the soaking, originally gray, and now brown smudged hat drying out on the window sill.

Another noise. It sounded like a smack, coming from the right side of the room, just one row over. Nick was right there, glaring at her as well, his fist connecting to his palm. Kim snorted.

"Oh yeah?" Two parted fingers made their way to her mouth, and she licked between. "Your mom!!"

Nick smirked, and scooted down into his desk a little. Kim burst out in laughter when he started to hump the desk, holding on to the front with his hands. He threw his head back, "Kims mom is So good!"

Bastion began laughing too. All three stopped in union though, since the teacher stood up from his desk and began walking down the isle. Nick sat up, Bastion bubbled in a random answer, and Kim erased a line on her test. The old man watched them from behind, lingering in the back of the teacher coughed, circled around the two isles once more, and headed back to his desk.

When the teacher passed Bastions desk though, Bastion pretended to smack the old mans behind as he walked by. Kim gasped. That old man, Mr. Guy, was one of the nicest teachers she knew, if not really cranky when he didn't have his starbucks in the morning. Kim ripped a peice off her scratch paper, and wadded it. She put it in her mouth and chewed it a bit, before taking it out and throwing the wet wad at Bastions head. 'Take that mofo!'

The wad just barely missed his face, but managed to smack his nose then land on the window beside him. The wad slumped and landed on the top of his hat. A sharp intake of breath, and a curse word came from the blonde.

"Pass in your tests everyone, and pack up. Lunch bell rings in a little over a minute." Announced Mr. Guy. Kim saw both boys begin to wad up paper and put it in their mouths to chew. Kim shoved her paper in the face of the student in front of her, and shoved her things in her backpack. Ten more seconds.

Multible wads of wet, soggy paper started to be thrown at her from both sides. "You just wait after CLASS Kim!!! You'll regret being BORN!"

Kim covered her head with her arms and jumped when the bell rang. She bolted out from her seat and ran out of the door, her steel toed boots making loud clunks against the tile. If she thought those two were going to be the only ones she had to worry about, then she was very, very, very very wrong. Their friends came from the classes down the hall and on the right, and when they saw Kim dart from the classroom and down the stairs, they ran after her.

"SHE FLUSHED MY HAT IN SHIT! NOW WERE GONNA GET HER AND FLUSH HER HEAD!" Bastion yelled as he threw his backpack over his back, along with Nick, and they all started to chase after her.

Luckily, the first couple minutes after the bell are always the busiest, and Kim was soon gone from their sight, lost in the crowd. Though the other guys lost sight of her, Bastion didn't. He saw her pink head escape into the AB hallway. Nick and the other guys started walking away, but Bastion headed towards the other end of the hall. Nick noticed his buddy wasn't beside him.

"Hey Bastion, where you goin'?" Nick stopped while the rest kept walking.

"I'll meet up with you guys in a bit." Bastion replied. Nick shrugged.

"A'ite, see ya nig."

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Her pink hair bounced as she jumped over the fence. The fence seperated her school from a day care center. Combat boots met wood shavings. They crunched under her feet, making an arrangement of noises which included: steel toed combat boots, clinking chains, thud of backpack, and her own karaoke version of the superman theme song. Hey, she was in a good mood!

She skipped to the swings, which consisted of two small baby seats, and two adult sized seats. Kim kicked her feet back and fourth, waiting for her Timmy. Her stomach growled in hunger, and she knew something was out of place in her hair. Kim dug into her backpack and pulled out a mirror. With a snap it opened, and she checked out her locks. "Ick ick ICK!!!"

'ROOTS! Disgusting roots.' She picked at them, parting her hair in the middle, looking under her layers, and pouting to herself every time she did so. 'When I go home..I'll head to the store. It'll be late, but its worth having my hair bootiful.' Satisfied, she angled the mirror lower to check her make up. There was big blue eyes... bushy eyebrows, and blond hair at the side of her head. Kim shrieked.

"GROSS BASTION, GO LOOK AT YOURSELF IN YOUR OWN MIRROR." Kim shouted and picked wood shavings off the ground, throwing them at the intruder in her personal space. "How'd you know I was here anyway. Were you stalking me poopy!?"

Bastions eyebrows furrowed in annoyance to the nickname. "You always come here. And just because your cotten candy head flushed my hat in a toilet doesn't mean you can call me poopy. Skank."

"Poopy."

"Retard." He threw wood shavings at her. She ran and ducked behind the bright yellow slide.

Her head peaked out. "POOPY!"

She climbed up the slide, her shoes giving great support on the sleek surface. He threw more wood shavings at her, before her body was hidden from view in the plastic hideout on top of the slide. She huddled with her knees to her chest. No way could he make it inside. He was six something. Physically IMPOSSIBLE. Her eyes peaked out from the top of the slide. He wasn't there anymore, and Kim was starting to feel a tad claustrophobic. She didn't like not knowing where he was, or what he was possibly planning to do.

Carefully, she crept out of the tiny space, and put her feet out on the slide. There was a thud behind her, and then hands on her back. Kim turned around just in time to see him behind her, but he pushed her down and her back slid down the slide. Kim screamed as she landed, the wood shavings now hot from the sun lingering over them. Bastion was leaning out with his foot under him, laughing at her dazed expression.

Then through the glare of the sun, she saw his body slip forward, and start sliding head first down the slide. The impact itself was kinda painful, but somehow she found herself putting her arms around him to help cushin the fall. At her own expense. His nose poked the lobe of her ear, and his hair tickled the apples of her cheeks. He was close... really, awfully, WAY too close.

Kim all but threw him off of her, and stood up to brush off the wood chips stuck to her back and head. Bastion laid there staring up at her, shocked.

"You know, your just as lanky and clumsy as you look. Don't your parents feed you?!" Kim picked a shaving off her head, then held out her hand for him to grab. His sprawled out form on the ground reminded her of some twigs snapped off from a tree.

Bastion stood up, quick to retort. "Yeah well, your parents feed you a little TOO much. How about you lend me some of those rolls of yours since I'm so lanky?" He grabbed at the sides of her stomach and she gasped. Kim kicked his shin and crossed her arms. Her face blushed red, a little irritated, but not yet offended. She could hear him hopping on one foot, holding his wounded limb.

"I'm not fat..." She pouted. Kim was girlishly curvy all around, but no one in their right mind would dare call her fat. Of course that twig-looking-malnourished-skater-emo-boy would think anyone above 90 pounds was fat. How dare that sad excuse of a guy comment on her lushness!? Great, now Kim was becoming self concious. She tugged at the ends of her shirt, as if she was trying to make sure none of her 'rolls' were visable to the naked eye.

The blond must of noticed this. He laughed under his breath, reaching up an arm to scratch his head. "No, but-- your...really pretty."

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Tim was the good kid. Why did all the bad things always happan to him?? Its not like he WANTED to piss off that kid and have him pour gatorade on his leg. Now it looked like he pissed his pants, but somehow aimed under his thigh...

Aparantly it was the end of the first term, and the kid found out that because he got an F on that paper his grade fell to a 58.7 percent. That was all the encouragement he needed to exact revenge on Timmy.

He crossed the street, wary of the cars flying past him, none of the cars bothering to even stop or slow down. There was only about ten minutes of lunch left, but he needed to find Kim and tell her the reason of his being late. Also, no matter how much time, any amount of time is worth spending with Kim.

While he hopped onto the sidewalk and towards the day care center just in front of him, Tim felt a thump against his thigh. Still walking, he dug into his pocket and took out his gameboy, which had now officially been soaked due to the gatorade. Unconciously he walked through the open fence, and straight into the playground.

He tried turning it on, but to no avail. "Aww!!! What the hell?!"

"Timmy!" Came an embarressed cry.

Tim looked up, the gameboy almost slipping from his grip. Bastions hand slid from its place along Kims cheek when he jumped away from Kim at her sudden outburst. Did he just walk in on Kim having an intimate confrontation with Bastion? He could've SWORN Kims cheeks looked beet red from the encounter.

As his eyes tried to read the look on the supposedly guilty faces, Tim walked towards both Kim and Bastion. Then, as if his day couldn't get any worse, there was a spark from his Gameboy. The little handheld device turned off, the logo 'Gameboy Color' fading from the screen.

"GOD." Tim held his balling fists to his sides, his shoulders scrunched in frustration.

Though, was he really mad at the gameboy right now? A fire was burning within his stomach, and Timmy found himself glaring at Bastion in jealousy. He...had never seen anyone elses hands on Kim except his own. Tim was feeling something still new to him. He hadn't felt this jealous before. It was so easy, he could feel the words inside his mind forming a question. 'Am I not good enough?'

Obviously Bastion couldn't miss out on the opportunity for a witty comeback. He must of honestly thought that Tim was Just angry over the Gameboy. "Yeah," He began, "I'd be mad at pissing on myself too. What the hell do you eat, that your piss is pink?"

"Shut up." He grabbed the Fresca from the side of his backpack and tossed it towards Kim. She caught it one handed. She had told him to grab her some chou for lunch, and she looked even more guilty knowing that he had remembered.

You know, if there was any kind of situation Tim didn't like, it HAD to be awkward ones. Really, all three of them just kind of stood around, Bastion obviously being the odd ball in the bunch here. Tim slung off his backpack, unzipping it and pulling out some of the food he had brought.

Maybe the blond could feel the unwanted vibe, because he kept shifting his weight one leg to another. Bastion ran a hand through his hair, then he started walking towards the fence. He climbed and jumped over it easily, landing on the other side, before he turned to face the pair. "I'll see you chicks later." A short wave, and then Bastion soon ran out of view. Most likely to go meet up with his friends.

Kim settled on going to the swing set. She sat on a swing, and Tim followed her. He sat beside her. Kim was staring at her feet, as she rocked herself quietly.

He held a sandwhich in his hand, two diagonally cut halfs. Tim put one to his mouth, handing the other one to Kim. She looked at him, staring at the food he was offering. He didn't meet her eyes.

She took it, slowly taking a bite. Tim set his own peice on his lap, his fingers making indentations on the sides.

"Kim...do you like him?" The words came so softly.

Her voice showed no hesitation. "No Timmy...I don't."

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Kim was working today. She told him she might stop by later, and if not she would call. Was it werid that he always waited after school to see who drove away with the one person he truely loved? He knew Kim promised that she'd never go into details about the men she was with, but these past couple months he had been curious. He would watch from the bench he usually sat and waited on in the mornings. Kim tried to reassure Tim at the playground, but there was still this painful tugging at his heart. Tim had to laugh at that sentence. He felt like he was turning emo. So much emotional stress. He needed pizza...

And then he saw Kim, her hair making her stick out like a sore thumb. There was a civic waiting at the curb, and she went to it with a drag to her step. When she approached the window, she broke out into a smile, and held her hands infront of her coyly. The door was opened for her, and she slipped inside with ease. The car then pulled out, signaling for a left hand turn. Tim frowned when he failed to see the mans face as they drove away.

When he looked to the side, he saw Bastion, his eyes lingering where Timmy's just left.

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A/N:

It took so long writing this chapter (--) GAH.