Lightcms Installation [Chapter 2] The Wall and The Springboard

Title: The Wall and The Trampoline [2 / 9 + Extras]
Fandom: Latin Hetalia.
Characters / Pairs: IN THIS CHAPTER: Miguel> Manuel, Pedro> Alfred, Mary, Catherine, Itzel, Francisco.
Rating:
pg15 Warnings: Alternate Universe , college life, subtle references to bad jokes, adult themes, and above all DORAMAS comedy fail.
Comments: And here is the second installment, woohoo. I warn you is ... long, 6000 + words and stuff. We worked hard on this chapter! And hope you have fun even more than the previous. Again, both CHT MLXC kororo_minamoto and I want to thank you for all the comments you left us. M-I was inspired to write more quickie, 3,



If there is one thing that Michael is sure, after months of studying and attending various classes, is that English II is as useless as English I.

Worse, just take a look at the class to know that they must be in complete agreement: swapped most papers, talking to whispers or just does nothing. In fact, left for Miguel, Manuel sleeps with open eyes
.
(That's a gift!)

Any teacher would give a class as well as lost or treataria to impose order, at least. But the white guy who teaches the class is an exception to every rule and gives a sovereign horseradish if the room explodes or not because you are too busy talking about the wonderful teacher he is.

really nobody cares much.

With the exception of Peter, of course.

Pedro is the only soul attentive in class, no, it
more than that listens and provides the teacher with a fascination bordering on the obsessive. At first, it seemed funny to see Miguel Pedro looked dumbfounded as to Mr. Jones, without uttering a word and sighing occasionally. Was staring at the man who bored every Tuesday morning and sat back at her older sistertrying to break pencils of pure rage (say, Itzel was not exactly a fan of Mr. Jones). Each class sitting next to Peter and his love was like a juicy soup of laughter.
Until it was his turn to play the role of slimy
, of course. ( not look left, do not look to the left. )
Miguel has to admit that compassion to Peter, which looks like a good guy with bad aim and technical horrible time to hide his affections. Well, they say that love is blind and deaf Miguel expected also because, despite how nice that is done, Mister Jones talks up a storm and things not necessarily relevant.

- How can you stand it, Peter? "She whispers, as she pegto elbow to wake him from his reverie.

- Supporting what?

"You know, this class. You are silent throughout the hour. , And Miguel is that really likes Mr. Jones as a person but as a teacher is a zero and do not even bother to listen to the entire hour. The beauty of English II is how useful it is to exchange gossip and not lost the last loco to pay attention to rumors a couple of verbs in another language.

- But you have not see
? "Peter sighs," It is charming as his eyes twinkle when he talks about himself?
-Erh. Sure. -You get to feel disturbed
. True love is deaf!
"Hey, apes.to torture. "Mary rolled her eyes as she begins to filing her nails. Catalina's friend Mary, only devotes a smile between embarrassed and a little tired.

- Did you sleep badly, Coco? "Michael frowned. You look tired.

"Nothing, I just lay awake in something important. Catalina, just makes that comment, the group begins to complain about the absurd amount of outstanding obligations in their respective careers. English As part of General Education courses, this particular class brings together students from various human race.

- need a break! "Michael is neglected and raises his voice than normal. Do not worry about it until I heard a slight cough and turn right behind younthat and tension is so thick that it is enough to awaken from his trance Manuel rare.

- ... and shit what happened here?
(Swallow me earth.)





-

"Do not worry, Michael. You can not spend the rest of your life being depressed. Catherine's voice seems somewhat dubious, as if neither she believed it. He was serving his second cup of coffee from his thermos staff, to stave off cold and accompany lunch.
"If you say so ...

" That is, he wants your head skewered on a stick. "Really, Mary can be

adorable when he wants. Miguel pretends not heard the last comment and is dedicatedto ignorant to think of any place that might be useful. Manuel is coming forward.

- How's the bar?

"Not even getting paid. That place is full of obnoxious drunks as geese and noise would not let me concentrate! -Miguel suspicion that a single study session there would be ready to condemn the trade. "Besides, no computers there, stupid.
-Me vale, you suggest something. -From the tone of voice it is obvious that Manuel is mosqueadísimo. After several minutes of looking faces and sticking elbows, Michael is turning the bulb and suggests something that should have proposed a principle. - What about my house?

Manuel looks as if he had a monkey on his shoulder. CHTMcan it be? Once I dated a guy who collected nail clippings and Mary rolled her eyes. - Can you believe that?

"Now that is ... disgusting, actually. Miguel says, then turns to where he is sitting Coco. - Already better? Have you taken less coffee? (Tachycardia Beware!) "It's almost what I have done, Michael. "She says Coco, nibbling the tip of his pen.

"Thanks for asking.

"You're welcome. Good luck with that!

After a while then says goodbye and march to the Department of Manuel. Feels that he expected an interesting afternoon.


-




-I is killed
loudly to notice.
"That's funny.
Pfft. -Still laughing.

For a moment, it appears that Manuel is torn between shooting Miguel out of his house and tell him about the secret contents of their boxes. Finally, pinch the arched nose, looks everywhere and whispers: "They

poetry books, OK?
- ... "Michael opens his mouth. Then closes. Then open it. Her eyes are so open like a blowfish. - Do you write poetry
?

- What I just told you, deaf cheesy? Growled, taking advantage of the distraction of Michael to take the cash from the hands .- And big mouth shut! N-There is nothing wrong.
Co. - really! Exclaims excitedly. - Especially the on- -On the crest, Miguel,
here
not growled. - Be quiet for once.

- But wait! "Michael is still talking, shaking hands with excitement. - I liked that it says: "It was beautiful as a sky under a dove." was well, right?

-Miguel, seriously. -Manuel starts to sweat cold.

"It's sad, but beautiful, it feels ..." Michael throws out his partner and are urged to see him so anxious. What? Surge

an awkward silence between them.

- ... do not make fun of me. Seriously.

- But I'm notlaughing! "Answered quickly. Michael is starting to seriously wonder how gross

can be Manuel. - So much it costs you believe me?

Manuel does not respond, just pouts. His attitude is already beginning to Fly-Michael.
- Do not believe me if you want! He raises a hand to the face .- I do not even
why you wear me out.

"Well, nobody has asked you to wear to someone like me. "Answered Manuel .- Just do not leave me alone on this issue. Is it too much to ask?

- Well, well! "Replied reluctantly .- Anyway I'm just wasting my time. Your attitude is horrible and hate. "Frankly, I importa shit. -Manuel fits your backpack and walk by the driveway, leaving behind Miguel .- Not a word to anyone! "Screams the last thing before leaving. Miguel

stands in the same place where discussed. Manuel watching move away, he feels strangely

frustrated.


-




Days after the discussion, the English class proves to be useful for the first time in all its years of existence.

"Hey, Pedro. -Miguel hawks to draw the attention of fellow who, for once, her eyes off the teacher and you hear .- Look, I have this friend (we'll call Subject A) that has this friend it despair (the infamous and detestable Subject B) ...

- For God, who sopenco! Mary interrupts from the back .- It's so pathetically obvious. Let me inform you that yes, we know you talk about you and that boyfriend you have, or is that still say friend? Because if so, baby, you're gonna grow old without having touched a single hair.

"Thank you, Mary-Michael grinds his teeth .- That nice of you to want to advise you. "I know, cute, do not have to be so smarmy. "Mary smiles and continues with what he was doing before interrupting Michael. At her side, Catherine sleeps soundly on his notes. -Coco, you, wake up because you're salivating and

disgusting. - What? - Still busy with the contest, Coco? Asks Michael.

"Oh, yes. Today is the deadline and have not really finished. -Catherine sighs and prepares to ignore the rest in favor of continuing to write. And then Michael has a great idea .

"Tell me, Coco, what is the address for sending jobs?


-
Manuel Miguel intercepts the output of the classes in the morning, just before lunch.

"Not now, Michael," he warns the other. - Y is for real.

"You can not be angry forever. -D"Hmpff Humpff umh?"
due to binge that Manuel is taking place. You have to swallow to speak again .- It's good.

(Of course it's okay!)

Miguel plays the sound of scraping the empty fork like the sound of the bell of victory, Are we, then?

"Sure. Manuel outlined half-smile. And lame
fork.


(
Miguel feels a genius.

And of course it is.
why you forget to ask Manuel what his reaction would be suddenly become a famous poet or something.)


-


seemed that it wouldto be a day

normal, but it was just the opposite. And the innocent and ignored English class witnessed it. Just minutes before, Miguel noticed something odd: Manuel was not in place, no, came straight towards him. And not with a good face.

-Miguel, "he says, standing in front of your bank. Has clenched fists. - You need to talk

.

Miguel has a bad feeling when it detects the aura of bloodthirsty zombie surrounding Manuel.

"Well, speaking

. -Not really care much about sound defiant. You have no idea what it is that has upset Manuel, but hate the attitude that has come to speak to him.
"I juLinks must be found with the movement of his fork. With his face resting on his hand, he has no fixed point to look at any ... without taking a morsel to his mouth. Not a single half-hour proven.
His friends covered

horrified.
"Cheer up, Michael," said Catherine, putting a hand on his shoulder. - I know it's been a full month, but it is so long. I'm sure whatever has happened, it resolved as good friends they are. (Or was.)
- Huh? -Shakes his head to alert and it takes a few seconds to realize what your friend says. - Pff, Coco. I'm perfectly fine!

-
you sure?
"Sure," Michael smiles to areasign your point. - I'm just a little tired, is all. And look at the time, and I have to go! See you later!

With that farewell, Miguel picks up your belongings and quickly exit the cafeteria. Your friends see you leave with some concern and they exchange glances of disapproval among them.
-denial has a name, "says Mary, to break the silence and called Miguel Prado.
Miguel still has many things to think about, other issues to worry about. Like the fact that his career has suddenly become routine. Almost

boring.
has kept the notes, fulfilled all his duties. But there is something you feel is missing
. And while
instant. Are pointing at each other with eyes wide open, trying to say something,

- Do you know? Asks Manuel, who momentarily forgot their anger towards curiosity.

Miguel is the first to open the mouth:

- You're the guy who gave him a beating earlier this year! -Blinks several times. Remember his face clearly! Francisco takes one hand to the face. Meanwhile, Manuel looks at both a face full of wonder. Finally, has the audacity to laugh scoot.

-Pancho, you have to explain this because it is too funny to be true. Miguel

still too surprisedto answer anything directly to Manuel.
only sighs
Francisco.



-



Miguel was really starving. So when he saw the lunch menu in the cafeteria, practically exploded with happiness. There steak!

He made his mouth water just thinking about the meat fine, juicy and delicious. And the texture to chew, ah. A delicacy!

But the joy of eating meat was being interrupted by a strike blocking the line of vegetarian food. What
.


Nobody stands between Miguel Prado and a delicious lunch. I do not think that is una protest idea here, you know? "Michael came to talk to who apparently organized the protest. He was a guy with short hair and gentle face, holding a large sign of protest. - People are hungry at this time.

"Hey, it's a peaceful protest, 'said the striker. - We do not endorse those they serve steak.

"People need protein," replies Michael. He's hungry and is beginning to mosques. "The vegetables can fully replace meat, if we speak of protein-responding. Miguel has to admit that the guy has a point

.

... but does not necessarily agree. "Seriously, can not you take off from there tocan eat once and for all? -Miguel begins to count to ten. His patience

-

not.

-has limit, a limit being exceeded.

"Look, Miguel begins. If you want to live on tofu is your problem, but let those who want to eat, as humans do from there, we eat what we want

.

- And you think that's valid? "Replies the other. - What happens is that you are a stubborn dogmatic. A caveman

.

Miguel feels his stomach growl and something warm to advance to their ears. Press hard fists, making the last effort to hold back.

-
How do I call?


- Caveman

. Imagine Miguel was a volcano. Imagine a volcano that erupts.

Now imagine receiving a direct blow to the face-


"And it took two people to separate us," sighs Michael, when he finished telling the story. Francisco just nods, feeling uncomfortable. It gets to be an embarrassed silence, the three observed in silence. Nobody knows what to say.

Until suddenly, suddenly

, Manuel
long to laugh. And do not laugh either way, no, it makes clean laughter and tears.
rga in the mouth while returns to the table where Peter was waiting.
- How did it go? Asks Peter. - Did they make peace?
-No. And I do not talk about it.
- Maybe just apologize? "Suggests Peter. It's the best thing happens.
- ... how do you know I have not done?

- Have not you done? Exclaimed Peter. - You can not be such a coward!

"Seriously," growls Michael. - Now
other
I do not want to talk about it.


-


Manuel goes home to two feet, not before he accompanied Francisco to hers. Because friends are to ensure that ningPictures of some students and other teachers. It has a huge binder in hand, full of famous vocational tests.

"I studied literature" he says. You can not help thinking that a visit to the counselor's rest. - I write.

"So you want to be a writer. The woman smiles. - What are you writing?

-Poetry.
- Do you have previous experience?
- How? "Asked Manuel.

"You know, have you made something? "Won a contest?
"Not really, says," I never participated in any.
- Have you shown your work ever been criticized?

"No," sighs Manuel, uncertainly. No, I never inten-. Oh god, you won!

And now they are jumping in the hallway like a couple of idiots with drug-
Wait, that is
girls.
"I told you, you idiot," says Michael, when he does catch your breath .- It never hurts to have a little more faith.
Manuel smiles.
smiles truth, for he had long without feeling so happy,
made. He is so excited he could give full circle to a football stadium.
"Hey ..." begins the two together. In the end, Michael is the first to speak.
"I had reason

exclaimed Michel, with a triumphant smile and his arms crossed on the pecond chapter of this strange experiment that we decided to get out. Any criticism, any comments you want to do, do it

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