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BEWARE the Cigarette with an Afro that gives Umbrellas!
Gee's screwed up. WAY less than Fye. What happends when she tries to give up on something and dig into an other? Funny stuff and a deeper friendship with Ray.
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A week after Gerard came over(the week after the convention, with was FUCKING awesome, might I add), he started acting all weird around me. He'd often just ignore me when I passed him a note, or just wouldn't look at me. I was FRSUTRATED. Because, well, HE was the one to strip-tease in front of me in the first place!
I talked to Mikey one day after school ended... He helped a lot. He said that Gee wasn't used to being around girls, and that having been that close to me might've scared him. Even IF it was his own fault in the first place.
"It's just how he is." He said, taking an other bite out of his sandwich. Why is he eating after school? Fucking jocks got into his locker(GOD KNOWS HOW) and stole a few things. Nottingly a pencil case, an empty glass casing and his LUNCH. So I bought him a sandwich before we got outside.
Well, anyways. I looked back at Mikey, smiling vaguely for the comfort he always seemed ready to give me, while taking a few huffs of my cigarette.
"He'd think you wouldn't want to talk to him, and try to get some distance before you could hurt him. Which I KNOW you wouldn't do, so calm down."
I shrugged and threw my cigarette out in the pouring rain, relishing the delicious sound of the rolling thunder. It reminded me slightly of the way Gee would roll his R's in a few songs. And then I'd think about the R in MCR... About the vest, the sweat, the bodies... bodY.
And then I'd randomly think about pink flamingos. Like usual.
"Thanks, Mikes, I really needed that." I smiled lightly, hugging the younger teen before bidding him farewell.
I walked in the rain with no umbrella. Not like I cared, it's not like rain ever killed. Though, what with the augmentation in pollution, the rain might become acid and eventually burn through our skin... but that would be our own fault, not the rain's.
I walked like that, in the silent, calm streets of Newark, singing I'm Not Okay in the rain. And for once, I actually meant it full-heartily. I hated losing a friend because he thought I'd hurt him. It was, in itself, a painful thought. And what was even more painful was the conception of the idea that he may be more to me than just a-
"You're gonna catch a cold out in the rain like this." came a voice behind me, right after the rain stopped pounding on my head. I smirked, inwardly jumping for joy. LORD, he did NOT know how blissfully happy I was to know he was there again.
TALKING to me.
"...Mikey said you were heading home in the rain without an umbrella... I thought I'd follow. Y'know, just to make sure you'd be o-"
"Shut it, Gee." I laughed, turning around, facing his wet(yet still irresistible) face.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Next day at school was pretty normal. Though, I STILL don't understand how come the freakin' stupid JOCKS keep coming around! They KNOW I'm death in a sexy body(hah, how very modest of me), and yet they come running after their own demise, time after time.
I mean, in two weeks, the 'bully' rate went up from three a days to five! It really wasn't good news for Bob, who'd broken his left leg after having fallen from the second storey of the hospital. God only knows why he fucking DID that! I mean, he NEEDS that leg if he wants to be a drummer! Daaaaaamn.
One day at lunchtime, I sat under a tree instead of the concrete steps where we all usually sat. In fact, I was alone under the tree. The guys must've been wondering where I was at that time... Truth is, I just needed to think.
"Fye, what's up? You usually never miss out on lunch..." Ray asked, sitting on the other side of the tree, as I puffed an other cloud of smoke.
"I'unno... I just feel down these days. And it is NOT because I'm PMSing. So shut your freakin' mouth about that." I snickered, knowing all too well that that was Ray's universal excuse for anything weird I did.
"Heh, well, care to explain a little more?"
"I've been trying to stop smoking..." I sighed, chewing on the end of my cigarette. "But I'm just lowering my daily intake for now..."
"That might be the best solution." He sighed too, looking at the rolling clouds. "But not for everything... Sometimes you have to dig in deeper than before to see just what you're getting yourself into."
Well, that just bluntly told me that the 'fro knew more to the story than he let on. That sonofabitch! He could at least come straight out and confront me about it..! But then again, here I am calling it IT. Meaning I'm denying the very thing that's upsetting me. YAY psychology 101.
The problem IS, you ask?
Well, the problem IS that I might want to be more than friends with our lovely comic artist. And that he MIGHT not want to go that far. Because he MIGHT think that a certain girl named Olivia is more interesting. And I wouldn't blame him for thinking that! The girl's beautiful..!
Slim, hourglass waist, long black hair, beautiful, clear blue eyes, and flawless skin. As opposed to ME. I'm built square, made to fight, vivid crimson hair and rusty eyes that aren't that interesting.
"AND!" Ray exclaimed, jumping up onto his feet. And nearly falling and hitting hi head on the tree. HA. "Never underestimate yourself. You've already got the jocks to do that FOR you."
I laughed lightly on that, jumped up to my feet as well and threw the cigarette away. I hadn't even finished it completely yet.
"So, what class are you going in next?"
"Ugh, biology." he groaned, and I couldn't HELP but laugh.
Biology classes just brought back funny memories.
I talked to Mikey one day after school ended... He helped a lot. He said that Gee wasn't used to being around girls, and that having been that close to me might've scared him. Even IF it was his own fault in the first place.
"It's just how he is." He said, taking an other bite out of his sandwich. Why is he eating after school? Fucking jocks got into his locker(GOD KNOWS HOW) and stole a few things. Nottingly a pencil case, an empty glass casing and his LUNCH. So I bought him a sandwich before we got outside.
Well, anyways. I looked back at Mikey, smiling vaguely for the comfort he always seemed ready to give me, while taking a few huffs of my cigarette.
"He'd think you wouldn't want to talk to him, and try to get some distance before you could hurt him. Which I KNOW you wouldn't do, so calm down."
I shrugged and threw my cigarette out in the pouring rain, relishing the delicious sound of the rolling thunder. It reminded me slightly of the way Gee would roll his R's in a few songs. And then I'd think about the R in MCR... About the vest, the sweat, the bodies... bodY.
And then I'd randomly think about pink flamingos. Like usual.
"Thanks, Mikes, I really needed that." I smiled lightly, hugging the younger teen before bidding him farewell.
I walked in the rain with no umbrella. Not like I cared, it's not like rain ever killed. Though, what with the augmentation in pollution, the rain might become acid and eventually burn through our skin... but that would be our own fault, not the rain's.
I walked like that, in the silent, calm streets of Newark, singing I'm Not Okay in the rain. And for once, I actually meant it full-heartily. I hated losing a friend because he thought I'd hurt him. It was, in itself, a painful thought. And what was even more painful was the conception of the idea that he may be more to me than just a-
"You're gonna catch a cold out in the rain like this." came a voice behind me, right after the rain stopped pounding on my head. I smirked, inwardly jumping for joy. LORD, he did NOT know how blissfully happy I was to know he was there again.
TALKING to me.
"...Mikey said you were heading home in the rain without an umbrella... I thought I'd follow. Y'know, just to make sure you'd be o-"
"Shut it, Gee." I laughed, turning around, facing his wet(yet still irresistible) face.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Next day at school was pretty normal. Though, I STILL don't understand how come the freakin' stupid JOCKS keep coming around! They KNOW I'm death in a sexy body(hah, how very modest of me), and yet they come running after their own demise, time after time.
I mean, in two weeks, the 'bully' rate went up from three a days to five! It really wasn't good news for Bob, who'd broken his left leg after having fallen from the second storey of the hospital. God only knows why he fucking DID that! I mean, he NEEDS that leg if he wants to be a drummer! Daaaaaamn.
One day at lunchtime, I sat under a tree instead of the concrete steps where we all usually sat. In fact, I was alone under the tree. The guys must've been wondering where I was at that time... Truth is, I just needed to think.
"Fye, what's up? You usually never miss out on lunch..." Ray asked, sitting on the other side of the tree, as I puffed an other cloud of smoke.
"I'unno... I just feel down these days. And it is NOT because I'm PMSing. So shut your freakin' mouth about that." I snickered, knowing all too well that that was Ray's universal excuse for anything weird I did.
"Heh, well, care to explain a little more?"
"I've been trying to stop smoking..." I sighed, chewing on the end of my cigarette. "But I'm just lowering my daily intake for now..."
"That might be the best solution." He sighed too, looking at the rolling clouds. "But not for everything... Sometimes you have to dig in deeper than before to see just what you're getting yourself into."
Well, that just bluntly told me that the 'fro knew more to the story than he let on. That sonofabitch! He could at least come straight out and confront me about it..! But then again, here I am calling it IT. Meaning I'm denying the very thing that's upsetting me. YAY psychology 101.
The problem IS, you ask?
Well, the problem IS that I might want to be more than friends with our lovely comic artist. And that he MIGHT not want to go that far. Because he MIGHT think that a certain girl named Olivia is more interesting. And I wouldn't blame him for thinking that! The girl's beautiful..!
Slim, hourglass waist, long black hair, beautiful, clear blue eyes, and flawless skin. As opposed to ME. I'm built square, made to fight, vivid crimson hair and rusty eyes that aren't that interesting.
"AND!" Ray exclaimed, jumping up onto his feet. And nearly falling and hitting hi head on the tree. HA. "Never underestimate yourself. You've already got the jocks to do that FOR you."
I laughed lightly on that, jumped up to my feet as well and threw the cigarette away. I hadn't even finished it completely yet.
"So, what class are you going in next?"
"Ugh, biology." he groaned, and I couldn't HELP but laugh.
Biology classes just brought back funny memories.
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