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Chapter 5: Break Your Little Heart
Kali’s P.O.V.
I ran from the room singing “Sugar, We’re Going Down” at the top of my lungs. When I made it downstairs and into the kitchen, I grabbed a couple of Dews and some chips and ran back to my room. Will was standing at the window, looking at something. I set the food and drinks down on my nightstand and jumped on Will’s back. He was looking at our neighbors’ kids play hide and go seek. That’s sweet.
He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. “Do you remember when we used to do that?”
I thought about it for a second before I smiled back. “Yup! I would always beat you because you didn’t know about my super secret hiding place.”
“You had a secret hiding place? No wonder i couldn’t find you... Where is it?”
“Nope! I won’t tell you. Not now, maybe later. If you behave.”
“Awwww... Ok.” He sat down on my bed and grabbed a Dew.
“So. What time are we leaving tonight? I need to know so I’ll be ready in time. You know girls take longer to get ready.” I flopped backwards off his back and grabbed the other can and the chips.
“Well I figured we’d eat at like 7? So we should leave by 6:30. And its-”he glanced at my retro wall clock. “5. So you have an hour and a half. Is that enough time?”
“Yea, that’s fine. I guess I should get ready. Do you have everything you need to get ready?” I got up and headed towards my bathroom.
“No, I’m just gonna run home and bring my clothes and stuff back over here.”
I nodded yes and he walked out the door, shutting it afterward. As soon as I heard the front door shut, I ran over to my iHome and changed it to Cage the Elephants. “In One Ear” came on.
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They say that we ain't got the style,
We ain't got the class,
We ain't go the tunes that's gonna put us on the map,
And I'm a phoney in disguise, trying to make the radio,
I'm an anti-social anarchist, I sound like so and so,
They say I'm just a stupid kid, another crazy radical,
Rock and roll is dead, I probably should a stayed at school,
Another generation X that somehow slipped out through the cracks,
Oh they'd love to see me fall, but I’m already on my back,
So it goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, but you know I never bother,
It goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, but they can kiss the back of my hand
Now I know I'm not a saint, I've been a sinner all my life
I'm not tryin' to hide my flaws, I'd rather keep them in the light
They wanna criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone
Burn me at the stake, and sit and watch it from the throne
They say the devil is my pal,
I do a lot of drugs
The crowd will only like me if they're really f**king drunk
They think they know my thoughts, but they don't know the least,
If they'd listened to the words they'd find the message that's beneath
But it goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, even though they never bother,
It goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, but they can kiss the back of my hand
You hear that?
You hear what's coming?
Oh you better run for the hills
Cause we're coming to your town
And we're gonna burn that motherf**ker down
[screams]
Here's the moral to the story,
We don't do it for the glory
We don't do it for the money,
We don't do it for the fame
So all the critics who despise us, go ahead and criticize us,
It's your tyranny that drives us, adds the fire to our flames,
And it goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, but you know I never bother,
It goes in one ear, and right out the other
I'm only playing music, cause you know I f**king love it,
It goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, but you know I never bother,
It goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, but they can kiss the back of my hand
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After grabbing my dress out of my closet, I went into the bathroom and did my hair. I left it down and curled it slightly so it was kind of wavy. It looked awesome with my new highlights. Before I could start on my make-up, I heard my bedroom door close once more. I opened the door slightly and peeked out of the bathroom to see Will carrying a garment bag and some dress shoes.
“You can change in there if you want. I still have to do my make-up.” He mumbled something that sounded like an ok and I went back to the oversized mirror. I grabbed my make-up bag off of the counter and rummaged around in it until I found my favourite eyeliner. I heard Will mumbling again and then the music changed to Panic! at the Disco, “Camisado”.
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The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
And it's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse
Again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant. And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
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Will’s P.O.V.
What the heck is she listening to? I changed the music to Panic! and started to get dressed. Wow, that took all of 5 minutes. Now what am I gonna do? I guess I might as well go fix my hair. If I can get anywhere near the mirror.
Before I had moved two inches, Kali came out of the bathroom fully dressed and ready to go. My jaw dropped six feet. She looked so beautiful. She had on this floor length dark purple . It was split up the leg to about mid thigh and was a v-neck that dropped just low enough to be sexy, but not low enough to be slutty. And the shoes. She had on the sexiest pair of shoes I've ever seen. They were 4 inch black stilettos that wrapped around her foot and up her ankle. I just stared at her for what seemed like forever, until I realized that she was speaking.
“What? Sorry, I kinda zoned out there for a minute.” She laughed and shook her head.
“I said that you could have the bathroom now. Honestly, I think you spend more time in the clouds than on solid ground.”
I smiled slightly, and stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. I leaned against the counter and just thought about the girl, no, woman in the next room. I’m beginning to think I’m in over my head...
Kali’s P.O.V.
I ran from the room singing “Sugar, We’re Going Down” at the top of my lungs. When I made it downstairs and into the kitchen, I grabbed a couple of Dews and some chips and ran back to my room. Will was standing at the window, looking at something. I set the food and drinks down on my nightstand and jumped on Will’s back. He was looking at our neighbors’ kids play hide and go seek. That’s sweet.
He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. “Do you remember when we used to do that?”
I thought about it for a second before I smiled back. “Yup! I would always beat you because you didn’t know about my super secret hiding place.”
“You had a secret hiding place? No wonder i couldn’t find you... Where is it?”
“Nope! I won’t tell you. Not now, maybe later. If you behave.”
“Awwww... Ok.” He sat down on my bed and grabbed a Dew.
“So. What time are we leaving tonight? I need to know so I’ll be ready in time. You know girls take longer to get ready.” I flopped backwards off his back and grabbed the other can and the chips.
“Well I figured we’d eat at like 7? So we should leave by 6:30. And its-”he glanced at my retro wall clock. “5. So you have an hour and a half. Is that enough time?”
“Yea, that’s fine. I guess I should get ready. Do you have everything you need to get ready?” I got up and headed towards my bathroom.
“No, I’m just gonna run home and bring my clothes and stuff back over here.”
I nodded yes and he walked out the door, shutting it afterward. As soon as I heard the front door shut, I ran over to my iHome and changed it to Cage the Elephants. “In One Ear” came on.
\+/
They say that we ain't got the style,
We ain't got the class,
We ain't go the tunes that's gonna put us on the map,
And I'm a phoney in disguise, trying to make the radio,
I'm an anti-social anarchist, I sound like so and so,
They say I'm just a stupid kid, another crazy radical,
Rock and roll is dead, I probably should a stayed at school,
Another generation X that somehow slipped out through the cracks,
Oh they'd love to see me fall, but I’m already on my back,
So it goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, but you know I never bother,
It goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, but they can kiss the back of my hand
Now I know I'm not a saint, I've been a sinner all my life
I'm not tryin' to hide my flaws, I'd rather keep them in the light
They wanna criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone
Burn me at the stake, and sit and watch it from the throne
They say the devil is my pal,
I do a lot of drugs
The crowd will only like me if they're really f**king drunk
They think they know my thoughts, but they don't know the least,
If they'd listened to the words they'd find the message that's beneath
But it goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, even though they never bother,
It goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, but they can kiss the back of my hand
You hear that?
You hear what's coming?
Oh you better run for the hills
Cause we're coming to your town
And we're gonna burn that motherf**ker down
[screams]
Here's the moral to the story,
We don't do it for the glory
We don't do it for the money,
We don't do it for the fame
So all the critics who despise us, go ahead and criticize us,
It's your tyranny that drives us, adds the fire to our flames,
And it goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, but you know I never bother,
It goes in one ear, and right out the other
I'm only playing music, cause you know I f**king love it,
It goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, but you know I never bother,
It goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talking sh*t, but they can kiss the back of my hand
\+/
After grabbing my dress out of my closet, I went into the bathroom and did my hair. I left it down and curled it slightly so it was kind of wavy. It looked awesome with my new highlights. Before I could start on my make-up, I heard my bedroom door close once more. I opened the door slightly and peeked out of the bathroom to see Will carrying a garment bag and some dress shoes.
“You can change in there if you want. I still have to do my make-up.” He mumbled something that sounded like an ok and I went back to the oversized mirror. I grabbed my make-up bag off of the counter and rummaged around in it until I found my favourite eyeliner. I heard Will mumbling again and then the music changed to Panic! at the Disco, “Camisado”.
\+/
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
And it's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse
Again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant. And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
\+/
Will’s P.O.V.
What the heck is she listening to? I changed the music to Panic! and started to get dressed. Wow, that took all of 5 minutes. Now what am I gonna do? I guess I might as well go fix my hair. If I can get anywhere near the mirror.
Before I had moved two inches, Kali came out of the bathroom fully dressed and ready to go. My jaw dropped six feet. She looked so beautiful. She had on this floor length dark purple . It was split up the leg to about mid thigh and was a v-neck that dropped just low enough to be sexy, but not low enough to be slutty. And the shoes. She had on the sexiest pair of shoes I've ever seen. They were 4 inch black stilettos that wrapped around her foot and up her ankle. I just stared at her for what seemed like forever, until I realized that she was speaking.
“What? Sorry, I kinda zoned out there for a minute.” She laughed and shook her head.
“I said that you could have the bathroom now. Honestly, I think you spend more time in the clouds than on solid ground.”
I smiled slightly, and stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. I leaned against the counter and just thought about the girl, no, woman in the next room. I’m beginning to think I’m in over my head...
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