My Guardian Sister (CP & Allison)
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				Title: <strong>My Guardian Sister (CP &amp; Allison)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 04:36:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.palzoo.net/file/pic/user/JoshHartnett.jpg)</div>Tony Daniels was nearing the end of his rope. He sighed a bit and pulled the hood of his hoodie up and over his head, tugging on the drawstrings to tighten it around his face, to shield himself from the cold autumn Chicago wind. His freshman year at Northwestern, and he was one step away from giving up, and he'd barely been at the school two months. It wasn't as though Tony was a bad student - far from it, as he was getting straight A's in all of his classes. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that he really didn't know anyone. He glanced across the quad, the autumn leaves blowing across it, as the wind from the lake blew through the campus. He shivered, huddling up a little bit in his hoodie. He had to head off campus to go see his sister, who'd been on campus three years longer than he had. She'd managed to find time to get both a social life and her school work together, so maybe she'd have some advice for him. He glanced back at the ten-story dorm building he'd just walked out of, and could see a couple of students partying up on the second floor. His dorm was coed, alternating floors, so it wasn't uncommon to see boys and girls mingling in any given window. It looked like they had beers in their hands, too, which wasn't supposed to happen on campus, but hell, it's not like anyone ever really called campus police. He'd tried once, a few weeks into the semester, and the campus police had told him they'd 'get right on that.' He'd never seen them, of course.<br><br>He had a dorm room to himself, not by request, but attendance was down a little this year, so some of the rooms just had one student in, so there wouldn't be empty rooms on any of the floors. The housing administration also got to charge those single tennants more to keep their income up. It was a bullshit scheme, that they tried to soften by telling him that he didn't have to worry about roommates bringing home girls in the middle of the night and waking him up. He still got that from the neighbors, considering the walls weren't all that thick, and it meant he really didn't have anyone to talk to regularly. And it wasn't like he was bringing people home. He'd tried making friends in a few of his classes, but he was terrible at approaching people, and half the time he talked himself out of even saying hello. Most of his human interaction this semester had been restricted to talking briefly with his Residence Administrator (who came by, like, once a month, to make sure he wasn't dead), a couple of students he'd been given group projects to work on with (who mostly just met up, did the work and then took off) and his sister. He'd tried asking the pretty asian girl who worked at the desk on the ground floor of his building out, and she'd sized him up quick and said she was seeing someone, although his gut told him she was lying. He'd also tried asking the redheaded exchange student from Ireland who lived a few floors down to a movie, and she had, believe it or not, given him the 'washing my hair' excuse. He was starting to feel like the campus leper.<br><br>He turned away from the building in time to see the cheerleading team jog by in their sweatpants and sweatshirts, every color and flavor of girl bouncing by as they jogged past him, nearly knocking him down as they raced right past him, never giving him a second glance. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, hispanics, asians, blacks, even a native american girl. It was like a parade of temptation that he wasn't allowed to so much as say hi to. He was going to go out of his mind at this point. "Hey, nerd," a gruff voice from behind him said, "stop staring before they have me come kick your ass." A junior in a letter jacket gave Tony a shove as he pushed past him, almost knocking him down. "Dweeb." It was just like the worst parts of high school all over again, except that in high school, the freaks and geeks found a way to bond together, because it was easy to identify each other. Here in college, though, they all mostly kept their heads down and didn't interact with each other. It was as if they just wanted to get through it. So they didn't really mix with him.<br><br>Ten minutes later, he was at his sister's loft apartment off campus, banging on her door with his fist, trying not to break down and cry. "C'mon sis, open up," he sighed, "it's Tony. I called and told you I was going to come over, so open the fucking door." He tugged down his hoodie, letting his shaggy brown hair out from under it, unzipping his leather jacket. He leaned against the door for a minute or so until he felt the heavy steel start to shift as the bolt lock behind it was undone, opening up for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Guardian Sister (CP &amp; Allison)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 22:23:36</strong>
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				"Sorry, Lanie," Tony said with a sigh. She always looked so well-kept. Her fashion sense had always taken a rather different tact than his. She approached the world to look like a professional, always the smarter of the two of them. He approached the world dressed like an artist, always the more poetic of the two. That had been their split since childhood. Lanie, two years his elder, had always been the smarter of the two of them. She was the top of her class, best and brightest, and excelling at everything she put her mind to -- except expressive creativity. That was where Tony had come in, when they were growing up. Lanie's logic, math, science skills were all exceptional, but when it came time to write her entrance letter to college, she'd turned to Tony to help her say what she wanted to say. That was the kind of thing he'd always been good at. "I'm not suicidal. Jesus." He rolled his eyes at her a little, then offered her a weak smile. "What kind of coward do you think I am? You should know me better than that."<br><br>He could see his sister let out a soft breath of relief. "Hope the science hasn't kept you too busy over here," he joked. "I never see you. Hell, I don't think you've even seen my dorm room. And that's sort of the problem, Lanie." He leaned back into her chair, lifting one of his hands up to rub his temples with his thumb and middle finger. "No one has. Not you, not any other student. I can't make friends. I can't get a girlfriend. I can't even get a fucking date. All I do is go to class, come back to my room, get dinner, watch TV, do homework then fall asleep, and the next day the whole fucking thing starts all over again, and it never fucking changes..." His voice had gotten a little loud, but then he realized that and brought it down a few notches. "I can't make contact with ANYONE. No one wants to talk to the freshman writer creep. Hell, I even sat and played guitar in the lounge for all of Saturday, and eventually a couple people from the floor wandered in... to tell me to knock it the fuck off, and that I should play in my room if I wanted to do that shit." He sat back up, shaking his head. "The cheerleaders jog by TWO times a DAY. The first week I got here, there were girls sunbathing out in the quad. The stupid athletics class I have to take is in the gym at the same time the girl's volleyball team is practicing. There's gorgeous pussy all over this campus, and I can't so much as get a 'Hi, how you doin'?' The jocks have already tried to beat me up twice - I ran once, and campus police wandered by the second time. And you wouldn't believe the sick shit they tape up on my door while I'm in class or asleep. The guy in the room next to mine bangs his girlfriend every Friday, Saturday AND Sunday night, and she's a talker, which I'd normally find a turn on, but since it's not me banging her, it's like living next to a porno showing. You're busy all the time, and that's fair, that's fine, I totally understand that. I just don't understand why I can't make a fucking friend out here."<br><br>"I just don't know, Sis," he said with a frown. "Maybe I'm not cut out for college. Maybe I should just go back home and live the small town life, working in Dad's store." He was sure his sister knew exactly how bad a state he was in after that - they'd both decided they weren't going to live the small town life after they grew up. Both of them wanted to live in big cities, where they could go to concerts, visit museums, eat at all sorts of restaurants, live the big life. If he was talking about giving it all up, he truly was in a dark place, because in his mind, and his sister's too he suspected, going back to where they came from was worse than suicide. That was why they'd both chosen Northwestern - they were in Chicago, Chi-Town, the Windy City, several states away from that podunk town in Wyoming they'd grown up in.<br><br>"What should I do?" He looked up at her, and the desperation was in his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Guardian Sister (CP &amp; Allison)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 23:17:29</strong>
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				Tony took the cup of coffee from her, saying "Thanks" when she handed it to him. She was right - he didn't typically take notice of price tags or cost of things. He'd always sort of assumed his sister had gotten some sort of research grant, and that it was letting her see to her finances as she needed to. He was on a full ride scholarship, so he really didn't think about it much himself. His was creative writing, so he figured that the science "full ride" scholarships were a little more plush, and that was what his sister had gotten in on. He didn't really think much about it past that.<br><br>"Thanks Sis," he said as she offered to talk to the jocks for him. "I'll start leaving my door open while I'm in the dorm room - I've seen that works pretty well for some of the guys. People stop by to see what you're watching or reading and you make new friends that way. We'll see if it does any good. I'm just so shy around new people. Back home, we'd known pretty much everyone since we'd grown up, so it wasn't hard to meet new people, because there weren't really new people, just the same people we'd always grown up with. But you said give it a week, and you are far wiser than me, dear sister, so I'll trust you on it."<br><br>He shifted a little as she tussled his hair, pushing it from one side to the other. It wasn't fashionable, he knew it, but it stayed out of his face and out of his way. He winced a ltitle as she plucked a hair from his head, and he watched her apologize, as if she hadn't meant to do it. "Anyhow, I don't want to keep you up, Lanie. Just needed to really vent to someone." He glanced around the apartment, as if noticing it for the first time. "Really nice place you've got here. I'm surprised you don't have guys lined up outside your door begging to get in. But you're probably too busy working for that." He smiled at her as he stood up and kissed her cheek. "Don't overwork yourself sis. We should get dinner sometime this week. Gimme a call when you've got some free time. And thanks again for listening."<br><br>He gathered up his things, apologizing for not quite finishing the scone or the coffee, and then headed out to head back across campus.
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