Post by RYAN WOLFE!™ on Sept 28, 2008 2:20:52 GMT -7
Author's Notes: Dunno. Just felt like it. xD;
This was written to 'Won't Get Fooled Again' by The Who, 'The Seeker', also by The Who, 'Sexy, Naughty, Bishy' by Tata Young and, surprisingly, 'High School Never Ends', by Bowling For Soup. Enjoy?
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Miami (</3), its characters or anything related to it whatsoever. I, however, own the content to be posted here. I am simply borrowing the characters and their personalities.
"What.. the hell?"
Hazel eyes looked around frantically, searching for an explanation--anything that would actually help him understand what he was doing here, and why he was here at all. He swallowed hard, finding himself in a uniform, finding himself in the late stage of puberty, in a hallway filled with lockers and students chatting.
He paused when he spotted a name engraved on a door.
Professor Horatio Caine.
Professor.
Ryan's eyes widened considerably, his breath hitched; his left eye twitching profusely. Was he in High School? More importantly, was this high school filled with those who worked at the lab-- in student forms?
And where were Delko, Calleigh and the others?
Ryan checked his I.D. (where did it come from, anyway?) and found out he was supposedly a freshman. Considering he was a level one CSI, it was understandable. Besides, he was one of the youngest in the lab (did the lab still exist?), which meant that if he were to change Eric and Calleigh's ranks into their corresponding high school years, they would be seniors.
And the senior's wing (if he read the map right) was pretty far away from where he was right now, the freshman wing. Ryan slapped his forehead. Hopefully the two people would feel the same way he did, confused. Unless he was dreaming and they'd treat him like nothing was wrong.
Ryan mustered up all his courage and made his way over to the senior wing; wincing when all the older people stared him down. It was then he realized that he wasn't in his regular body, that he had somehow managed to turn into an adolescent physically. He felt his forehead and winced. Pimples. He had pimples all over again. And those eight years of having them were coming back to him, again.
Great.
He heaved his bag (he had a bag?) higher over his shoulders, looking for the familiar blond curls or the.. familiar haircut. He rubbed his eyes (wow; the only thing he had left that was normal was his keratitis. Thank you!) and looked around again. Hopefully he would find them, hopefully. Then again, life hated him in general, a nail flew into his eye, his hazel hues literally bleeding into this realm. He had once convinced himself it was a horrible nightmare and nothing else, but the throbs had sent him spiraling back to reality, away from dreams-- away from everything he had ever desired.
But he quickly forgot about that and ran around, looking for the two people he believed would be sane enough to tell him what the hell was going on.
Well; that was what he believed, but that didn't mean it was true.
Then he heard the familiar Southern accent. The familiar blond curls came into view, along with the form of a male; one with dark brown locks and tanned skin.
Found 'em.
Ryan ran towards the pair, waving and grinning. "Hey, Delko! Calleigh!" he exclaimed, stopping in front of them. The two people looked at him as if he grew a second head, raising their eyebrows.
"Um, do I know you?" the male first spoke, sending Ryan into confusion. "Oh, Eric, he's a freshman!" the female said, smiling in a friendly way at the younger boy before her. Ryan just noticed that she was taller than her. Then, he remembered his growth spurt happened in his junior year and twitched.
This was going to be a long day.
Ryan had managed to get his schedule from the two seniors (and realized that he was dreaming in a sense that he wasn't dreaming, which honestly confused him more than things usually did); and was currently in his last class-- Science.
Ironically; his teacher was a certain Horatio Caine.
"And what," he started, pausing to take his sunglasses off, "are the components for Carbohydrates?"
Ryan's hand shot up, and a beaming look appeared on his face. He was called, and proudly said, "CO2!" he exclaimed, and his professor nodded in agreement. Wolfe took down some notes, figuring that maybe this school thing wasn't so bad after all.
A few minutes later class had ended and Ryan was bounding down the hallway cheerfully. "Hey, guys!" he exclaimed, looking towards his two colleagues (seniors?) and waving towards them. Again. For the second time today.
The two of them once more looked at him like he grew two heads, as if wondering why a bummed-out freshman like him would be talking to esteemed seniors like them.
"Hey, Ryan," Calleigh said in that normal kind tone of hers, Eric still eyeing him weirdly. Ryan smiled at the girl and stared right back at the older boy. What's going on in that mind of his, I wonder, he thought to himself, and yelped when he saw-- Cooper?-- running around cheerfully with silly string and a goofy hat.
"The dance is on Friday, the dance is on Friday!" he cheered, continuing to dance along the hallways and disappearing through the doors. Ryan raised an eyebrow at that, crossing his arms over his chest.
"That guy must be taking drugs," he muttered under his breath. Calleigh laughed a little, shaking her head from side to side. "Who doesn't, these days?" she said, though turned to face Eric; telling him she'd be leaving. The male nodded, and decided he would be taking her home.
Ryan shook his head.
High School was weird when he took it the first time, and now that he was taking it again; he wasn't really sure what would happen to him.
The dance is on Friday.
A dance.
Ryan's eyes widened.
A dance?!
Author's Notes: Don't ask. xD I was bored.. and this came out. Don't know whether I'll continue it or not.
Much love!
Ryan <3
This was written to 'Won't Get Fooled Again' by The Who, 'The Seeker', also by The Who, 'Sexy, Naughty, Bishy' by Tata Young and, surprisingly, 'High School Never Ends', by Bowling For Soup. Enjoy?
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Miami (</3), its characters or anything related to it whatsoever. I, however, own the content to be posted here. I am simply borrowing the characters and their personalities.
"What.. the hell?"
Hazel eyes looked around frantically, searching for an explanation--anything that would actually help him understand what he was doing here, and why he was here at all. He swallowed hard, finding himself in a uniform, finding himself in the late stage of puberty, in a hallway filled with lockers and students chatting.
He paused when he spotted a name engraved on a door.
Professor Horatio Caine.
Professor.
Ryan's eyes widened considerably, his breath hitched; his left eye twitching profusely. Was he in High School? More importantly, was this high school filled with those who worked at the lab-- in student forms?
And where were Delko, Calleigh and the others?
Ryan checked his I.D. (where did it come from, anyway?) and found out he was supposedly a freshman. Considering he was a level one CSI, it was understandable. Besides, he was one of the youngest in the lab (did the lab still exist?), which meant that if he were to change Eric and Calleigh's ranks into their corresponding high school years, they would be seniors.
And the senior's wing (if he read the map right) was pretty far away from where he was right now, the freshman wing. Ryan slapped his forehead. Hopefully the two people would feel the same way he did, confused. Unless he was dreaming and they'd treat him like nothing was wrong.
Ryan mustered up all his courage and made his way over to the senior wing; wincing when all the older people stared him down. It was then he realized that he wasn't in his regular body, that he had somehow managed to turn into an adolescent physically. He felt his forehead and winced. Pimples. He had pimples all over again. And those eight years of having them were coming back to him, again.
Great.
He heaved his bag (he had a bag?) higher over his shoulders, looking for the familiar blond curls or the.. familiar haircut. He rubbed his eyes (wow; the only thing he had left that was normal was his keratitis. Thank you!) and looked around again. Hopefully he would find them, hopefully. Then again, life hated him in general, a nail flew into his eye, his hazel hues literally bleeding into this realm. He had once convinced himself it was a horrible nightmare and nothing else, but the throbs had sent him spiraling back to reality, away from dreams-- away from everything he had ever desired.
But he quickly forgot about that and ran around, looking for the two people he believed would be sane enough to tell him what the hell was going on.
Well; that was what he believed, but that didn't mean it was true.
Then he heard the familiar Southern accent. The familiar blond curls came into view, along with the form of a male; one with dark brown locks and tanned skin.
Found 'em.
Ryan ran towards the pair, waving and grinning. "Hey, Delko! Calleigh!" he exclaimed, stopping in front of them. The two people looked at him as if he grew a second head, raising their eyebrows.
"Um, do I know you?" the male first spoke, sending Ryan into confusion. "Oh, Eric, he's a freshman!" the female said, smiling in a friendly way at the younger boy before her. Ryan just noticed that she was taller than her. Then, he remembered his growth spurt happened in his junior year and twitched.
This was going to be a long day.
Ryan had managed to get his schedule from the two seniors (and realized that he was dreaming in a sense that he wasn't dreaming, which honestly confused him more than things usually did); and was currently in his last class-- Science.
Ironically; his teacher was a certain Horatio Caine.
"And what," he started, pausing to take his sunglasses off, "are the components for Carbohydrates?"
Ryan's hand shot up, and a beaming look appeared on his face. He was called, and proudly said, "CO2!" he exclaimed, and his professor nodded in agreement. Wolfe took down some notes, figuring that maybe this school thing wasn't so bad after all.
A few minutes later class had ended and Ryan was bounding down the hallway cheerfully. "Hey, guys!" he exclaimed, looking towards his two colleagues (seniors?) and waving towards them. Again. For the second time today.
The two of them once more looked at him like he grew two heads, as if wondering why a bummed-out freshman like him would be talking to esteemed seniors like them.
"Hey, Ryan," Calleigh said in that normal kind tone of hers, Eric still eyeing him weirdly. Ryan smiled at the girl and stared right back at the older boy. What's going on in that mind of his, I wonder, he thought to himself, and yelped when he saw-- Cooper?-- running around cheerfully with silly string and a goofy hat.
"The dance is on Friday, the dance is on Friday!" he cheered, continuing to dance along the hallways and disappearing through the doors. Ryan raised an eyebrow at that, crossing his arms over his chest.
"That guy must be taking drugs," he muttered under his breath. Calleigh laughed a little, shaking her head from side to side. "Who doesn't, these days?" she said, though turned to face Eric; telling him she'd be leaving. The male nodded, and decided he would be taking her home.
Ryan shook his head.
High School was weird when he took it the first time, and now that he was taking it again; he wasn't really sure what would happen to him.
The dance is on Friday.
A dance.
Ryan's eyes widened.
A dance?!
Author's Notes: Don't ask. xD I was bored.. and this came out. Don't know whether I'll continue it or not.
Much love!
Ryan <3
