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Chapter 8
Gerard’s POV
“Night Skye.” I whispered smoothly, and disappeared into the darkness. I light up a cigarette, and I instantly felt calmer, and ready to go back in the house.
“Dude, what happened!?” Frank questioned immediately, ready for the gossip.
“We sorted shit out.” I stated, and sat back to where I was before.
“Well, guys, since I don’t think Skyler will be sleeping in this house tonight, I CALL HER ROOM!” She shouted, and raced Dana, or Danny, to get it. A few moments later, Danny came back down, looking defeated.
“Damn Danny and her lightning speed. Anyways, you guys can sleep in the basement, there’s blankets down there, wrestle for them. I’m going to bed. Skye’s in the barn, where she keeps her OTHER gun, so I wouldn’t rape her. Alright, goodnight.” She explained in a dull tone, still upset she didn’t get Skyler’s room.
We looked at each other for a moment, then in a blink of any eye, the four of us where racing down to the basement to get a blanket.
We each got one, and claimed a area in the basement, as well as one of the dozen pillows down there.
“I wanna sleep near Gerard!” Frank declared, and rolled over across the room to where I was sleeping. I was too tired to bother, so I slept with Frank curled up to me on the floor.
THE NEXT DAY AND STUFF
Skyler’s POV
I woke up in the tiny mattress over the stalls. The horses weren’t in the barn, since I brought them outside inside their pastures to sleep and rome in the morning. I checked my dirty, scratched watch, and it was 8-am. A little late in my opinion, but to be far I had gotten to sleep sometime after one anyways.
I stretched my arms, and put on the riding pants and plaid shirt. Today I met with Speed and the ex-olympian who was there to train me (with speed of course) about earning a sponsorship, and all the training and exercise and stuff that was bound to make me have a headache. I was nervous, to say the least, so I thought I deserved a little alcohol to start my morning. I opened the cooler, climbed carefully down from the loft over the barn, and began the daily chores, trying not to think of the man who had stolen my heart once again.
I mucked the stalls, and began getting the horses ready for another day of training.
Ari’s POV
It was eleven when I woke up to a sweaty Skyler rolling me out of bed once again.
“Get up, I’m fucking nervous and I need a pep talk and all that shit.” Skyler commanded, and I saw her drinking, a habit she had when nervous.
“In the morning?” I groaned, and she nodded, downing the rest.
“Well, let’s get this shit started. It’s just sweet old speed and some lady who you will turn into in 30 years, except you’re gonna have more cats and die sooner. Peppy enough?”
“But what if no one wants to sponsor me!” She cried, and collapsed on the bed due to her nerves.
“Then I’ll become a prostitute to gain money for you, okay?”
“Okay.. Just don’t give me your aids.” She stated, and gave her a hand up.
“So... How’d things go with you and Gerald?” I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, and she hit me on the shoulder.
“Gerard and.. Well, we kissed. And that’s all.” She told me quickly, speed walking back to the kitchen before I could react. I smiled to myself, and dressed quickly, and went to the basement to wake the boys up.
“Strange, I didn’t think you liked boys!” I said to a sleeping Gerard, who now woke up at the question.
“What? No, I have a girlfriend.” He shrugged em off sleepily, rolling away form the man who was sleeping romantically beside him.
“Skyler?” I teased.
“No, Nicola. Now fuck off Mom, five more minutes.” My breath caught in my throat, and i backed away and almost tripped over Mikey.
“Get your friends up, we have work to do.” I commanded, and he nodded sleepily, and stretched his lanky arms, as I began to run up the stairs, traumatized.
Then I realized, Skye didn’t know, and she was stressed already... After the meeting.
Skyler’s POV
“I have NOTHING to wear!” I shouted to the air, and kicked the clothes around me. It was a formal meeting, the kind with the fancy restaurant a couple miles away, and also the kind that if you wore sneakers.. You would get rich people with their noses so high you could see their boogers giving you a dollar for coffee like you were homeless.
Certainly not a place for me.
“Good thing your fairy god Frankie is here to help!” Frank told me from the door. Secretly, I was relieved.. He did know rich style.
“Thank god... What do rich people, the kind that only drink water from a fancy bottle and not tap, wear?” I asked uncertainly.
Frank gave a stank face, picking up clean superhero boxers from the floor where I had tossed them.
“Certainly not this! C’mon loser we’re going shopping!” Frank told me, referencing Mean Girls. I laughed, I missed this guy a lot.
“Ari, we’re going shopping! Wanna come?” I asked her, and something was off. Her face was pale, and she looked troubled.
“No, I’ll lay back and do some.. Chores.” She told me.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, have fun though!” She said cheerfully, and I knew something was wrong, but right now, I had to focus.
I grabbed the keys to the pick up truck, and we were off to the city where there was an actual clothing store.
“What stores is all this fancy shit at?” I asked him, and he looked at me funny.
“You can’t say stuff like that around professionals, no one will sponsor you! You’re a team Canada member, and I will teach you how to be a lady!” He told me briskly, folding his hands on his lap and straightening his perfect posture.
“I know how to be a lady!” I argued, and just then, my body decided to let out a huge belch.
“Skyler Jade Gray! Get your act together! There is no belching, EVER.” He warned, and I snorted.
“How do you know my middle name?”
“Gerard wrote, Skyler Jade Gray+Gerard way=Heart all the time on his notebooks, and we used to tease him all the time.” He shrugged, and I couldn’t help but blush.
“Anyways, what store are we going to?”
“Well, my girlfriend, Mazy Smith, dragged me down a bunch of stores when we were there a couple days ago, so i really think this store called Morilee will be good, and then we can get you decent shoes at Aldo, and get your hair styled at the Rain Salon- Oh! And then we can get our nails done!” Frank’s inner Girl was coming out, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he really did have a penis.
“Uh, Frank, two questions. Do you have a penis, and how do you expect me to pay for this on a Vet’s budget?”
“One, last time I checked, this morning, I did. And two, you’re not paying on a Vet’s budget, I’M paying on a rock-stars budget.”
“Frank! I can’t let you do that!” I hated people paying for my shit, it bothered me.
“Too bad! I need to make up for the years I missed of shopping with my Bestie!” He told me, and i sighed, it would be nice, but I wasn’t letting him do it no matter what.
We pulled up outside of the shop, my rusting pick up truck didn’t fit in at all, and instantly I wished I had worn clean boots and less tight pants.
We went into the shop, the scent of perfume filling my brain. I looked around at all the fancy ass dresses, and all I could see was sparkles and silk, definitely not my style.
“Oh my god, it’s prefect!” Frank said, motioning to the first dress he saw. I shook my head, it was going to be a long day.
AN HOUR LATER
“Okay, go try on this one!” Frank said, giving me a simple white dress, and I felt uneasy after all the other dresses he had given me. i pulled it on, and immediately fell in love. I walked out, and I swear to god I thought Frank was going to get us kicked out he got so excited.
“Oh my god, Skye Pie, it’s perfect! AND it doesn’t make your boobs look smaller!” He said, after the previous discussion on how these dresses made my boobs look small, and boy did I have no room for any shrinkage, since I had no boobs to begin with.
“Excuse me, we’re buying this!” Frank said walking up to the till. I hadn’t bothered to change. She brought the scanner to my waist and scanned the tag, ripping it off after and giving me the bill once Frank had scanned his loaded card.
“Huh, only twenty dollars. Looks like I’m gonna have to spoil you with some more stuff!” Frank told me, and we went to the stoor to buy fashionista boots. By the time we did that and got our nails done, (Frank and I got matching flower patterns) it was time to meet for supper.
“Take the truck home, I’m taking a cab back.” I told Frank, hesitating before handing my precious keys over.
“I couldn’t break that thing if I wanted too!” He told me, and we hugged, (as friends of course), and I went to the most stressful dinner of my life.
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Chapter 8
Gerard’s POV
“Night Skye.” I whispered smoothly, and disappeared into the darkness. I light up a cigarette, and I instantly felt calmer, and ready to go back in the house.
“Dude, what happened!?” Frank questioned immediately, ready for the gossip.
“We sorted shit out.” I stated, and sat back to where I was before.
“Well, guys, since I don’t think Skyler will be sleeping in this house tonight, I CALL HER ROOM!” She shouted, and raced Dana, or Danny, to get it. A few moments later, Danny came back down, looking defeated.
“Damn Danny and her lightning speed. Anyways, you guys can sleep in the basement, there’s blankets down there, wrestle for them. I’m going to bed. Skye’s in the barn, where she keeps her OTHER gun, so I wouldn’t rape her. Alright, goodnight.” She explained in a dull tone, still upset she didn’t get Skyler’s room.
We looked at each other for a moment, then in a blink of any eye, the four of us where racing down to the basement to get a blanket.
We each got one, and claimed a area in the basement, as well as one of the dozen pillows down there.
“I wanna sleep near Gerard!” Frank declared, and rolled over across the room to where I was sleeping. I was too tired to bother, so I slept with Frank curled up to me on the floor.
THE NEXT DAY AND STUFF
Skyler’s POV
I woke up in the tiny mattress over the stalls. The horses weren’t in the barn, since I brought them outside inside their pastures to sleep and rome in the morning. I checked my dirty, scratched watch, and it was 8-am. A little late in my opinion, but to be far I had gotten to sleep sometime after one anyways.
I stretched my arms, and put on the riding pants and plaid shirt. Today I met with Speed and the ex-olympian who was there to train me (with speed of course) about earning a sponsorship, and all the training and exercise and stuff that was bound to make me have a headache. I was nervous, to say the least, so I thought I deserved a little alcohol to start my morning. I opened the cooler, climbed carefully down from the loft over the barn, and began the daily chores, trying not to think of the man who had stolen my heart once again.
I mucked the stalls, and began getting the horses ready for another day of training.
Ari’s POV
It was eleven when I woke up to a sweaty Skyler rolling me out of bed once again.
“Get up, I’m fucking nervous and I need a pep talk and all that shit.” Skyler commanded, and I saw her drinking, a habit she had when nervous.
“In the morning?” I groaned, and she nodded, downing the rest.
“Well, let’s get this shit started. It’s just sweet old speed and some lady who you will turn into in 30 years, except you’re gonna have more cats and die sooner. Peppy enough?”
“But what if no one wants to sponsor me!” She cried, and collapsed on the bed due to her nerves.
“Then I’ll become a prostitute to gain money for you, okay?”
“Okay.. Just don’t give me your aids.” She stated, and gave her a hand up.
“So... How’d things go with you and Gerald?” I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, and she hit me on the shoulder.
“Gerard and.. Well, we kissed. And that’s all.” She told me quickly, speed walking back to the kitchen before I could react. I smiled to myself, and dressed quickly, and went to the basement to wake the boys up.
“Strange, I didn’t think you liked boys!” I said to a sleeping Gerard, who now woke up at the question.
“What? No, I have a girlfriend.” He shrugged em off sleepily, rolling away form the man who was sleeping romantically beside him.
“Skyler?” I teased.
“No, Nicola. Now fuck off Mom, five more minutes.” My breath caught in my throat, and i backed away and almost tripped over Mikey.
“Get your friends up, we have work to do.” I commanded, and he nodded sleepily, and stretched his lanky arms, as I began to run up the stairs, traumatized.
Then I realized, Skye didn’t know, and she was stressed already... After the meeting.
Skyler’s POV
“I have NOTHING to wear!” I shouted to the air, and kicked the clothes around me. It was a formal meeting, the kind with the fancy restaurant a couple miles away, and also the kind that if you wore sneakers.. You would get rich people with their noses so high you could see their boogers giving you a dollar for coffee like you were homeless.
Certainly not a place for me.
“Good thing your fairy god Frankie is here to help!” Frank told me from the door. Secretly, I was relieved.. He did know rich style.
“Thank god... What do rich people, the kind that only drink water from a fancy bottle and not tap, wear?” I asked uncertainly.
Frank gave a stank face, picking up clean superhero boxers from the floor where I had tossed them.
“Certainly not this! C’mon loser we’re going shopping!” Frank told me, referencing Mean Girls. I laughed, I missed this guy a lot.
“Ari, we’re going shopping! Wanna come?” I asked her, and something was off. Her face was pale, and she looked troubled.
“No, I’ll lay back and do some.. Chores.” She told me.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, have fun though!” She said cheerfully, and I knew something was wrong, but right now, I had to focus.
I grabbed the keys to the pick up truck, and we were off to the city where there was an actual clothing store.
“What stores is all this fancy shit at?” I asked him, and he looked at me funny.
“You can’t say stuff like that around professionals, no one will sponsor you! You’re a team Canada member, and I will teach you how to be a lady!” He told me briskly, folding his hands on his lap and straightening his perfect posture.
“I know how to be a lady!” I argued, and just then, my body decided to let out a huge belch.
“Skyler Jade Gray! Get your act together! There is no belching, EVER.” He warned, and I snorted.
“How do you know my middle name?”
“Gerard wrote, Skyler Jade Gray+Gerard way=Heart all the time on his notebooks, and we used to tease him all the time.” He shrugged, and I couldn’t help but blush.
“Anyways, what store are we going to?”
“Well, my girlfriend, Mazy Smith, dragged me down a bunch of stores when we were there a couple days ago, so i really think this store called Morilee will be good, and then we can get you decent shoes at Aldo, and get your hair styled at the Rain Salon- Oh! And then we can get our nails done!” Frank’s inner Girl was coming out, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he really did have a penis.
“Uh, Frank, two questions. Do you have a penis, and how do you expect me to pay for this on a Vet’s budget?”
“One, last time I checked, this morning, I did. And two, you’re not paying on a Vet’s budget, I’M paying on a rock-stars budget.”
“Frank! I can’t let you do that!” I hated people paying for my shit, it bothered me.
“Too bad! I need to make up for the years I missed of shopping with my Bestie!” He told me, and i sighed, it would be nice, but I wasn’t letting him do it no matter what.
We pulled up outside of the shop, my rusting pick up truck didn’t fit in at all, and instantly I wished I had worn clean boots and less tight pants.
We went into the shop, the scent of perfume filling my brain. I looked around at all the fancy ass dresses, and all I could see was sparkles and silk, definitely not my style.
“Oh my god, it’s prefect!” Frank said, motioning to the first dress he saw. I shook my head, it was going to be a long day.
AN HOUR LATER
“Okay, go try on this one!” Frank said, giving me a simple white dress, and I felt uneasy after all the other dresses he had given me. i pulled it on, and immediately fell in love. I walked out, and I swear to god I thought Frank was going to get us kicked out he got so excited.
“Oh my god, Skye Pie, it’s perfect! AND it doesn’t make your boobs look smaller!” He said, after the previous discussion on how these dresses made my boobs look small, and boy did I have no room for any shrinkage, since I had no boobs to begin with.
“Excuse me, we’re buying this!” Frank said walking up to the till. I hadn’t bothered to change. She brought the scanner to my waist and scanned the tag, ripping it off after and giving me the bill once Frank had scanned his loaded card.
“Huh, only twenty dollars. Looks like I’m gonna have to spoil you with some more stuff!” Frank told me, and we went to the stoor to buy fashionista boots. By the time we did that and got our nails done, (Frank and I got matching flower patterns) it was time to meet for supper.
“Take the truck home, I’m taking a cab back.” I told Frank, hesitating before handing my precious keys over.
“I couldn’t break that thing if I wanted too!” He told me, and we hugged, (as friends of course), and I went to the most stressful dinner of my life.
Ooh suspense ! Anyways here's my vision for shit and stuff :
Dress/ outfit: http://images1.chictopia.com/photos/my_name_is_zoe/2176177594/white-vintage-dress-brown-faded-glory-belt-brown-boots-brown-dooney-and-bo_400.jpg
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