Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 29, 2005 16:43:23 GMT -5
New Story! WOOT!!
Part 1
My extremely loud and annoying alarm clock woke me up at 5:30 on a Monday morning. I hated Monday mornings.
“Shut up!!” I growled and threw the clock straight across the room. It broke in half and shut up.
Grumpily, I got up and examined my alarm clock. No, it wasn’t broken (unfortunately). It suffered this same fate every morning. I shuffled into the bathroom, where I washed my face and took a quick shower. After throwing on some jeans with a ton of zippers of them and an AFI t-shirt, I grabbed my backpack and headed outside to the bus stop.
Oh, how I hated to ride the bus. But that’s what MP3 players are for. I put a random CD in the player and turned it up some. After realizing that it was System of a Down, I turned it up full blast. That should wake me up.
When the 25 minute bus ride was over, I hopped down and looked around. “Come on, Brandon, where are you?” I mumbled, not really wanting to be alone at the moment. Sighing, I sat down on a bench in the shade and enjoyed the music, all while keeping an eye out for Brandon.
After a few minutes, I felt someone tug on my shirt from behind. Whirling around, I saw Brandon.
“My goodness, Bri, do you realize how long I have been trying to get your attention??” he demanded. I smiled.
“No clue.”
Brandon rolled his icy blue eyes and shook his dirty blonde hair out of his eyes. “You’re gonna go deaf. And when you do, I’ll laugh.” He pulled at one of my braids. “Does that hurt?”
I gave him a weird look. “No, it doesn’t.”
“I wish I could get braids,” he proclaimed.
“Well, you could try, but with your hair texture, it probably wouldn’t work so well. You should be glad. You’re blessed.” I told him.
“We’re all blessed, Bri. We are all blessed.”
I blinked. “Thanks, Rev.” The warning bell rang. “Come on, homeroom is about to start.”
He frowned. “So? Since when do you care when homeroom starts?”
“I can’t afford another Saturday detention. Just let’s go.”
He shrugged. “Lead the way.”
As we walked to class, I accidentally slammed shoulders with a guy with bleach blonde hair (Obviously dyed) and sky blue eyes, about 2 shades darker than Brandon’s.
Damn, he was fine.
“Oh, sorry,” he apologized.
“No problem, no problem. It was my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” I blabbed.
He smiled and nodded. Then continued on his way.
“Jesus Lord Almighty, who was that??” I asked Brandon.
“Um…I think he’s either a junior or a senior. His name is Mike…or Matt…something along those lines.” Brandon shrugged.
“How come I’ve never noticed him? School started six months ago!” I exclaimed.
“Well, Bri, it is a big school…”
“And how do you know him?” I demanded. We paused in front of my homeroom.
Brandon smirked. “Well, Brielle, little freshman such as yourself do not need to be involved in sophomore affairs. And besides, I don’t know HIM, I’ve just heard stuff about him and his friends.”
I sighed. “Oh.”
“Well, since you’ve obviously been hit by the arrow of cupid, I’ll check with the Faucet and see what he’s got. Okay?”
I smiled sweetly. “Thankee, Brandon. You’re such a good friend.”
Brandon hmphed. “Don’t even try it.” And he went on to his homeroom.
I was smiling as I walked in and sat next to my friend Manuel. He began rambling about something, but I wasn’t really paying attention.
But, come on, I didn’t really like him. Mike, or Matt, or whatever his name was. I just met him! Well, okay, I didn’t meet him, but…still.
Let’s just say I was greatly awaiting the Faucet’s report.
Part 2
That day at lunch, I made my way slowly down the hall with my hands in my pockets. I always waited until most people were already outside before I headed to lunch. I liked to avoid being pummeled as much as possible.
I reached the bench under the tree soon enough and plopped down, waiting for Brandon to show. Not too long after that, Brandon and Jake, a.k.a. The Faucet showed up.
“So, Brielle, Brandon tells me that you need some information…” Jake began. Jake was a junior, and earned the name “The Faucet” during his freshman year for his strange and slightly annoying talent to know everything about everybody and leak it to first person that asked.
“Yeah…”
“Okie day, his name’s Mike. He’s a senior, pretty nice guy. He mostly hangs out with his two friends, Billie Joe and Tre. They like to smoke behind the school during lunch and sometimes during class. Anything else you need to know?” Jake smiled.
I shook my head. “I would have settled for his name and grade, but thanks anyway, James.” I smiled back.
He gasped. “How do you know that?”
“I have my sources.”
“Hmph. Heathens…” Jake muttered before walking off.
“Think of it this way, Bri. Now, you know enough to start stalking him,” Brandon informed.
I threw a chip at him.
“What? And now, I also don’t have to hear about how hott Davey Havok is!”
I threw another chip at him.
MIKE’S POINT OF VIEW
“So, Mike, what can I do for you today?” Jake asked as he walked up to me, Billie, and Tre.
“That girl you were just talking to. Who is that?” I had run into her this morning, and I was just curious…that’s all…
“Oh, her name’s Brielle. She’s a freshman, and she usually hangs out with her best friend Brandon, who’s a sophomore. Doesn’t talk much if you don’t know her, but once you do get to know her, she’s a lot of fun.”
“I would have just settled for her name and grade, but thanks anyway, Jake,” I informed.
He smiled. “No prob.” And he was gone, probably to provide services elsewhere.
“Pinning after a freshman, Mike?” Billie Joe asked.
“Who’s pinning after anybody? I just saw her this morning and thought she was cute. That’s all. Can’t a guy be curious?”
“Sprung,” Tre tried to cover it in a cough, but I caught it.
“I am not sprung!” I protested, punching Tre on the shoulder, a little too hard to be considered playful.
“Ow!”
“Weakling…” I muttered.
Part 1
My extremely loud and annoying alarm clock woke me up at 5:30 on a Monday morning. I hated Monday mornings.
“Shut up!!” I growled and threw the clock straight across the room. It broke in half and shut up.
Grumpily, I got up and examined my alarm clock. No, it wasn’t broken (unfortunately). It suffered this same fate every morning. I shuffled into the bathroom, where I washed my face and took a quick shower. After throwing on some jeans with a ton of zippers of them and an AFI t-shirt, I grabbed my backpack and headed outside to the bus stop.
Oh, how I hated to ride the bus. But that’s what MP3 players are for. I put a random CD in the player and turned it up some. After realizing that it was System of a Down, I turned it up full blast. That should wake me up.
When the 25 minute bus ride was over, I hopped down and looked around. “Come on, Brandon, where are you?” I mumbled, not really wanting to be alone at the moment. Sighing, I sat down on a bench in the shade and enjoyed the music, all while keeping an eye out for Brandon.
After a few minutes, I felt someone tug on my shirt from behind. Whirling around, I saw Brandon.
“My goodness, Bri, do you realize how long I have been trying to get your attention??” he demanded. I smiled.
“No clue.”
Brandon rolled his icy blue eyes and shook his dirty blonde hair out of his eyes. “You’re gonna go deaf. And when you do, I’ll laugh.” He pulled at one of my braids. “Does that hurt?”
I gave him a weird look. “No, it doesn’t.”
“I wish I could get braids,” he proclaimed.
“Well, you could try, but with your hair texture, it probably wouldn’t work so well. You should be glad. You’re blessed.” I told him.
“We’re all blessed, Bri. We are all blessed.”
I blinked. “Thanks, Rev.” The warning bell rang. “Come on, homeroom is about to start.”
He frowned. “So? Since when do you care when homeroom starts?”
“I can’t afford another Saturday detention. Just let’s go.”
He shrugged. “Lead the way.”
As we walked to class, I accidentally slammed shoulders with a guy with bleach blonde hair (Obviously dyed) and sky blue eyes, about 2 shades darker than Brandon’s.
Damn, he was fine.
“Oh, sorry,” he apologized.
“No problem, no problem. It was my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” I blabbed.
He smiled and nodded. Then continued on his way.
“Jesus Lord Almighty, who was that??” I asked Brandon.
“Um…I think he’s either a junior or a senior. His name is Mike…or Matt…something along those lines.” Brandon shrugged.
“How come I’ve never noticed him? School started six months ago!” I exclaimed.
“Well, Bri, it is a big school…”
“And how do you know him?” I demanded. We paused in front of my homeroom.
Brandon smirked. “Well, Brielle, little freshman such as yourself do not need to be involved in sophomore affairs. And besides, I don’t know HIM, I’ve just heard stuff about him and his friends.”
I sighed. “Oh.”
“Well, since you’ve obviously been hit by the arrow of cupid, I’ll check with the Faucet and see what he’s got. Okay?”
I smiled sweetly. “Thankee, Brandon. You’re such a good friend.”
Brandon hmphed. “Don’t even try it.” And he went on to his homeroom.
I was smiling as I walked in and sat next to my friend Manuel. He began rambling about something, but I wasn’t really paying attention.
But, come on, I didn’t really like him. Mike, or Matt, or whatever his name was. I just met him! Well, okay, I didn’t meet him, but…still.
Let’s just say I was greatly awaiting the Faucet’s report.
Part 2
That day at lunch, I made my way slowly down the hall with my hands in my pockets. I always waited until most people were already outside before I headed to lunch. I liked to avoid being pummeled as much as possible.
I reached the bench under the tree soon enough and plopped down, waiting for Brandon to show. Not too long after that, Brandon and Jake, a.k.a. The Faucet showed up.
“So, Brielle, Brandon tells me that you need some information…” Jake began. Jake was a junior, and earned the name “The Faucet” during his freshman year for his strange and slightly annoying talent to know everything about everybody and leak it to first person that asked.
“Yeah…”
“Okie day, his name’s Mike. He’s a senior, pretty nice guy. He mostly hangs out with his two friends, Billie Joe and Tre. They like to smoke behind the school during lunch and sometimes during class. Anything else you need to know?” Jake smiled.
I shook my head. “I would have settled for his name and grade, but thanks anyway, James.” I smiled back.
He gasped. “How do you know that?”
“I have my sources.”
“Hmph. Heathens…” Jake muttered before walking off.
“Think of it this way, Bri. Now, you know enough to start stalking him,” Brandon informed.
I threw a chip at him.
“What? And now, I also don’t have to hear about how hott Davey Havok is!”
I threw another chip at him.
MIKE’S POINT OF VIEW
“So, Mike, what can I do for you today?” Jake asked as he walked up to me, Billie, and Tre.
“That girl you were just talking to. Who is that?” I had run into her this morning, and I was just curious…that’s all…
“Oh, her name’s Brielle. She’s a freshman, and she usually hangs out with her best friend Brandon, who’s a sophomore. Doesn’t talk much if you don’t know her, but once you do get to know her, she’s a lot of fun.”
“I would have just settled for her name and grade, but thanks anyway, Jake,” I informed.
He smiled. “No prob.” And he was gone, probably to provide services elsewhere.
“Pinning after a freshman, Mike?” Billie Joe asked.
“Who’s pinning after anybody? I just saw her this morning and thought she was cute. That’s all. Can’t a guy be curious?”
“Sprung,” Tre tried to cover it in a cough, but I caught it.
“I am not sprung!” I protested, punching Tre on the shoulder, a little too hard to be considered playful.
“Ow!”
“Weakling…” I muttered.