Post by [...whatsername3...] on Dec 6, 2005 19:32:57 GMT -5
lol, thanks. =) I was just in a really depressive mood, and I had to go to popeyes, and that place literally makes me want to shoot myself. But heres the update:::
Part 18: in which Navy learns of the suspension, and tells Billie to shut up (more than once)[/b]
“I hate this class,”I mumbled to myself. I was in seventh hour English, and was dying of boredom.
“What was that, Ms. Rynovich?” Mr. Barnum asked me.
“Oh nothing.. I’m just.. uhm, confused about these tricksy prepositional phrases...” I lied quickly.
“Oh, well, its all very simple...” He began, and then I tuned him out. I absentmindedly looked out of the classroom door, and saw Mike come up to the outside of it and beckon me out. I nodded, and then raised my hand.
“Mr. Barnum? Can I, uhm.. Can I go to the restroom?”
“Oh...well, sure..” And with that, I was free.
“Whats up?” I asked Mike as I got outside.
“I’m suspended. Two days.”
“No!” I said with a laugh. “For what?”
“Fighting. Billie and Tre are out too. Man.. my mom is gonna kill me....” He said, and I laughed again. The air between us got awkwardly silent, and I nervously coughed.
“Well.. I better get back, or Barnum with go berserk...” I told him.
“Yeah, I should go too,” he replied. We said our good-byes, and then went out separate ways.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Billie’s POV
“Come on Mike!! You keep messing that last chord up! Its not really that hard!” I told the bassist.
“Really, Billie.. it sounds fine to me..” He replied, and Tre coughed something that sounded like “slavedriver”.
“Fine, fine, whatever. Practice concluded. I’ve got to head over to Navy’s anyhow.”
~
I pulled out of the driveway in my car, began to drive, and let my mind wander.
I got in a fight... over Tabby. I don’t even know what it was that I got so mad about... Just seeing her with that.. that MORON. I don’t... still have.. feelings for Tabby, do I? I thought. No, of course not.. I dismissed quickly.
I pulled into the driveway of Navy’s house (A/N: not really Navy’s house..), and hopped out of the car. I swiftly walked up to the door, rang the bell, and waited until a so-obviously-bleached blonde-haired woman opened it.
“Hi, I’m Billie, I was hoping Navy was home.”
“Navy?” she questioned.
“Yes... Navy Rynovich...”
“Oh, I’m sorry, hun. There’s no Navy Rynovich living here.”
“Oh.. okay, okay.. Uhm.. thanks for your help..”
~~~~~~~~~~~
Navy’s POV
A blast of cold September air hit me as I walked out of the doors of Pinole. I soon realized I would have to ride the bus home, seeing as all my rides were suspended. I climbed onto the bus, promptly tripped, and soon realized what a “fun” trip this was really going to be.
~
I hopped off the bus, moving as fast as I possibly could to get away from that hell. I walked down the street, no cars in sight. Except...one. At the Martins’. As I walked closer, I soon realized it looked an awful lot like---
“Billie,” I gasped out. I tried to formulate a thought in my head, but wasn’t able to. All I could feel was my feet stop walking underneath me, and start running.
“Ahh, Navy, how nice of you to join me,” Billie said coldly when I finally got to him. “I’ve got a funny story for you... okay, so, I go to this person’s house, thinking it was there’s, only to find out they’ve been lying to me and leading me along the whole time! And, guess what? I have zero trust for you now! Is that what you wanted? ”
“Stop! Stop... acting like you’re enjoying this..” I said.
“Oh yeah, you caught me,” he said so sarcastically it hurt. “Its all an act. In fact----”
“How easy do you think it is, anyways?” I spat out venomously. “Telling someone you live in an abandoned church?”
“Its a lot better than lying.”
“Like you would even know! You’re just an insensitive,---”
“STOP!” he yelled. “STOP playing the victim card, okay? You lied to me! There’s no other way around it! I just can’t believe---”
“Shut up,” I interrupted.
“You would---”
“Shut UP.”
“Lie to me---”
“Shut UP!”
“About THIS!”
“SHUT UP?! Okay?? Just SHUT UP! I.....I hate you for being mad at me about this! Just.. just get out of my life!” I yelled. He gave me a last look, got into his car, and drove away. All I saw was his headlights retreating before I fell back into the grass, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe. [/font][/size]
------------------------------------
I want to say THANKS AGAIN to Tabby, for she gave me part of this idea for this part as well. **attacks Tabby with monster huggle**
Part 18: in which Navy learns of the suspension, and tells Billie to shut up (more than once)[/b]
“I hate this class,”I mumbled to myself. I was in seventh hour English, and was dying of boredom.
“What was that, Ms. Rynovich?” Mr. Barnum asked me.
“Oh nothing.. I’m just.. uhm, confused about these tricksy prepositional phrases...” I lied quickly.
“Oh, well, its all very simple...” He began, and then I tuned him out. I absentmindedly looked out of the classroom door, and saw Mike come up to the outside of it and beckon me out. I nodded, and then raised my hand.
“Mr. Barnum? Can I, uhm.. Can I go to the restroom?”
“Oh...well, sure..” And with that, I was free.
“Whats up?” I asked Mike as I got outside.
“I’m suspended. Two days.”
“No!” I said with a laugh. “For what?”
“Fighting. Billie and Tre are out too. Man.. my mom is gonna kill me....” He said, and I laughed again. The air between us got awkwardly silent, and I nervously coughed.
“Well.. I better get back, or Barnum with go berserk...” I told him.
“Yeah, I should go too,” he replied. We said our good-byes, and then went out separate ways.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Billie’s POV
“Come on Mike!! You keep messing that last chord up! Its not really that hard!” I told the bassist.
“Really, Billie.. it sounds fine to me..” He replied, and Tre coughed something that sounded like “slavedriver”.
“Fine, fine, whatever. Practice concluded. I’ve got to head over to Navy’s anyhow.”
~
I pulled out of the driveway in my car, began to drive, and let my mind wander.
I got in a fight... over Tabby. I don’t even know what it was that I got so mad about... Just seeing her with that.. that MORON. I don’t... still have.. feelings for Tabby, do I? I thought. No, of course not.. I dismissed quickly.
I pulled into the driveway of Navy’s house (A/N: not really Navy’s house..), and hopped out of the car. I swiftly walked up to the door, rang the bell, and waited until a so-obviously-bleached blonde-haired woman opened it.
“Hi, I’m Billie, I was hoping Navy was home.”
“Navy?” she questioned.
“Yes... Navy Rynovich...”
“Oh, I’m sorry, hun. There’s no Navy Rynovich living here.”
“Oh.. okay, okay.. Uhm.. thanks for your help..”
~~~~~~~~~~~
Navy’s POV
A blast of cold September air hit me as I walked out of the doors of Pinole. I soon realized I would have to ride the bus home, seeing as all my rides were suspended. I climbed onto the bus, promptly tripped, and soon realized what a “fun” trip this was really going to be.
~
I hopped off the bus, moving as fast as I possibly could to get away from that hell. I walked down the street, no cars in sight. Except...one. At the Martins’. As I walked closer, I soon realized it looked an awful lot like---
“Billie,” I gasped out. I tried to formulate a thought in my head, but wasn’t able to. All I could feel was my feet stop walking underneath me, and start running.
“Ahh, Navy, how nice of you to join me,” Billie said coldly when I finally got to him. “I’ve got a funny story for you... okay, so, I go to this person’s house, thinking it was there’s, only to find out they’ve been lying to me and leading me along the whole time! And, guess what? I have zero trust for you now! Is that what you wanted? ”
“Stop! Stop... acting like you’re enjoying this..” I said.
“Oh yeah, you caught me,” he said so sarcastically it hurt. “Its all an act. In fact----”
“How easy do you think it is, anyways?” I spat out venomously. “Telling someone you live in an abandoned church?”
“Its a lot better than lying.”
“Like you would even know! You’re just an insensitive,---”
“STOP!” he yelled. “STOP playing the victim card, okay? You lied to me! There’s no other way around it! I just can’t believe---”
“Shut up,” I interrupted.
“You would---”
“Shut UP.”
“Lie to me---”
“Shut UP!”
“About THIS!”
“SHUT UP?! Okay?? Just SHUT UP! I.....I hate you for being mad at me about this! Just.. just get out of my life!” I yelled. He gave me a last look, got into his car, and drove away. All I saw was his headlights retreating before I fell back into the grass, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe. [/font][/size]
------------------------------------
I want to say THANKS AGAIN to Tabby, for she gave me part of this idea for this part as well. **attacks Tabby with monster huggle**