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Post by Kill on Jun 14, 2005 22:31:32 GMT -5
Haha. We are the only people online right now. Woot for us.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 14, 2005 22:33:05 GMT -5
w00t for us indeed. We rock.
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Post by Kill on Jun 14, 2005 22:35:25 GMT -5
Well, we knew THAT. lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 14, 2005 22:39:02 GMT -5
Of course. I'm working on the next part of my story (yay for me).
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Post by Kill on Jun 14, 2005 22:40:11 GMT -5
Well, check out mine and comment so I can write more, lol.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 14, 2005 22:42:55 GMT -5
Okay.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 14, 2005 22:54:13 GMT -5
Part 15 (maybe)
TRE’S POINT OF VIEW Just to think, the last time I was in this hospital, I was there because Vicky was having a miscarriage. This thought occurred to me as I sat in the waiting room of the hospital, watching those big white doors and waiting for them to come out and tell me that everything was fine. I wanted for everything to be fine. Even if this was the first time I had seen Vicky since we had been engaged, I didn’t want for things to end like they did. She would have to make it. She would have to be fine. She had to be. At that moment, the front doors of the emergency room flew open. In popped a guy whom I would’ve guessed to be about 28. He was tall and tan, with a T-shirt that said “Bikini Hut, since 1965” and a pair of khaki shorts. He was your stereotypical pretty boy. I didn’t know who he was, but already I didn’t like him. “My girlfriend was in a car accident,” he said as he sprinted to the front desk. “Her name’s Victoria.” “She’s in the back,” I called to him. His girlfriend? Vicky had a boyfriend? If I had guessed that, I probably would’ve expected someone more, I don’t know, rebellious looking. This guy looked like he could model for Abercrombie and Fitch. “Who are you?” he asked. “I’m Tre. I’m the guy that hit her.” “You bastard,” the guy snapped, grabbing me by the shirt collar and pulling me to my feet. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” “I didn’t do it on purpose,” I said. “I’m probably more broken up about it than you are.” “I fucking doubt that,” he snapped. “I mean, you didn’t know her.” “That’s where you’re wrong. I almost married her.” “What?” Obviously Vicky hadn’t spoken of me. “We were engaged for a while. She was even pregnant with my kid, but had a miscarriage.” “You lying bastard. Vicky’s never been pregnant, or engaged. I don’t give a flying fuck if you know her or not. You’re going to fucking pay for doing this to her,” he snapped. Not again, I thought. All Vicky’s boyfriends ever wanted to do was make me pay. It was as I thought this that he punched me, quite hard, right in the head. And everything went black.
VICKY’S POINT OF VIEW “Ow,” I moaned as I sat up in the uncomfortable hospital bed. Everything hurt, still. I wondered where Tre was, what had happened, and if Tre was okay. I looked around the room in search of another life form, but saw nothing. Instead, I found a large button that read “PAGE NURSE”. I pressed the button and waited a moment before a very stressed looking nurse entered the room. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Oh, you’re up,” she said. “Can you hold on a second? We’re trying to break up a fight in the waiting room. Are you feeling dizzy or anything?” I shook my head, then she was off. I sat there for about ten minutes before I saw them pushing a stretcher down the hallway, Tre laying on top of it. “Oh my God,” I whispered, pressing my hand against my mouth. “What was it you needed?” the nurse asked, stepping in and painting on a fake smile. “What’s going on? And why did Tre just go by on a stretcher?” The nurse took a deep breath, grabbed a clipboard and began writing as she told me the whole story, from Tre and I colliding to how Paul had just been arrested for assaulting Tre. I couldn’t believe it. In fact, all I could say was “Holy fuck.”
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Post by Kill on Jun 15, 2005 0:13:02 GMT -5
Cool.
"Not again, I thought." ^^I was thinking that exactly. I was like, Aw man! Not again. Haha^^
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 13:19:57 GMT -5
Part 16
I was getting ready to leave the hospital later that night. Cory was going to come pick me up, since my car was totaled. I hadn’t broken any bones, and according to the doctor, I was perfectly fine except for a small cut on my forehead. Paul was spending the night in jail for beating up Tre, who had been rendered unconscious, but the doctor said he should be fine. I was still worried, though. I sat on a bench in front of the hospital, waiting for her to show up, when a nurse stepped outside. “Vicky?” she said. “Yes?” I asked, looking up. “Are you and Mr. Wright in a relationship?” I stared at her. This was a strange question. “Not anymore,” I sighed. “Oh my,” she whispered. “What?” “Mr. Wright seems to believe that you two are engaged.” “What?!” I screamed, jumping off the bench and blinking at her. “Why would he think that?” “He seems to have amnesia,” she said. “He doesn’t remember anything that’s happened in the past couple of years. He doesn’t remember releasing Green Day’s last album or anything. He says they’re still recording. Were you two together while he was recording?” I nodded. “Yeah,” I whispered. “He keeps asking for you, telling people to call you and tell you that he’s fine.” “Oh my God,” I sighed, looking at her. I could feel myself crying. “Did you tell him that we’re not engaged?” “We tried, but he doesn’t believe us. We told him that you have a boyfriend, and he claims that you would never cheat on him.” “God,” I whispered, unsure of what to do now. “Would you like to see him?” she asked. “Not now,” I said. “Will he be here tomorrow?” “Probably,” she said. “We’re keeping him overnight for observation.” “I’ll see him tomorrow then,” I decided as Cory’s car pulled up. The nurse just nodded. I climbed into Cory’s car. “Why are you crying? What’s up?” she asked. “Tre has amnesia,” I said. “He thinks we’re still getting married.” “Good God,” Cory said, looking at me. “What are you going to do?” “I don’t know,” I said. “I really don’t.”
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 13:20:18 GMT -5
IT'S LIKE A SOAP OPERA!
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Post by Kill on Jun 15, 2005 14:40:25 GMT -5
Hahaha. This is kinda weird that our stories are turning out in similar ways. But mine is SLIGHTLY different. GOOD! WRITE MORE! lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 14:44:27 GMT -5
I shall. In fact, that's what I'm doing right now!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 15:00:15 GMT -5
Part 17
“Hello?” I lay in bed, half asleep. My cell phone ringing was what had woken me that morning. I was pretty tired, considering that I hadn’t fallen asleep until about 3 AM, since I had been pretty busy thinking about the whole Tre thing. “Hey, babe.” Oh shit. It was Tre. “Tre? Where are you?” I asked, the nerves in my stomach already tensing. “At the hospital. They said I should be able to go home by this afternoon, but I don’t have a ride. Do you think you could come get me?” he asked. “I don’t have a car. Mine was totaled. Remember?” “Oh, right. Sorry about that. I feel really bad. How’d you get home?” “Cory drove me.” “Oh, right, Cory. Could you do me a big favor?” “Depends. What is it?” I questioned, sitting up and walking over toward my bedroom window. “Could you go into the bedroom and see if there’s a briefcase under the bed?” “Tre, I’m not at your house,” I said. “Where are you?” he asked. “At my apartment.” “What?” He was so confused. “Tre, you have amnesia.” “So the doctors said,” he sighed. “So what’s going on that I don’t remember?” “A lot,” I groaned, running my fingers through my hair. “How about this, you call a cab, come get me from the hospital and we go out to lunch so you can tell me all about it?” he suggested. “Um, okay. What time should I come get you?” I asked, scratching nervously at my leg. “Is 3 o’clock good for you?” he asked. “Sure,” I said. “I’ll pick you up in front of the emergency room.” “Okay,” he laughed. “Love you.” “Love you, too,” I said. I would’ve felt bad if I hadn’t said it. Besides, he believed we were still engaged. I kind of wished I hadn’t agreed to go out to lunch with him, so then I could’ve just told him about it on the phone and gotten it over with.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 15:19:26 GMT -5
Part 18
I sat in the back of the cab, jiggling my foot nervously. The cab driver wasn’t exceptionally talkative, something I was thankful for. I just sat there until I saw him, sitting in front of the hospital. My heart practically leapt out of my chest. I missed him so much. I hated to admit it, but sometimes I thought of the decision to leave him as a big mistake. I mean, Paul was great, but he was no Tre. “Hey,” he said, slipping into the cab. He sat down, buckled his seatbelt and smiled at me. I smiled back, and he reached over to grab my hand. Damn, I thought, unsure of what to do now. I just sat there, acting unaware of the fact that he was touching me. “So, are you going to start telling me what I’ve missed now or shall we wait until lunch?” “Let’s wait,” I said, incredibly uncomfortable. Why couldn’t Billie or Mike tell him about what had happened. After all, I hadn’t been involved at all in Tre’s life in the past three years, at least not really. We finally arrived at some restaurant I had never heard of before, but Tre recommended it. I ordered a Sprite and Tre got a cup of coffee. As we sat there, awaiting the arrival of our beverages, Tre sighed. “You want to start now?” “Um, okay,” I said. “What’s the last thing you remember?” “You had a miscarriage,” he said softly. “Right,” I nodded. “Okay, well, I got into this even bigger fight with my mom. And you kind of got in the middle of that and you seemed to side with my mom more than me.” “Really?” he said, sounding as if he didn’t believe all of this. “Yeah,” I said. “I got really pissed at you. And, I kind of ran away the next day.” “You ran away?” he asked, blinking at me. “Why?” “I don’t know,” I said. “It felt like the right thing to do. I left the engagement ring and wrote a note to you saying that I didn’t want to do this anymore.” “So the doctors weren’t lying. We really aren’t together anymore.” Tre’s entire face dropped. He looked kind of like he was going to cry, and I felt so bad, so awful. I felt like I had ruined his entire life. It occurred to me then that I kind of had. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Don’t be,” he said. “What else happened?” “Well, you guys finished recording the CD and released it.” “Did we ever decide on a name?” Tre snorted. “Yeah. It was self-titled.” “Self-titled albums suck,” he said. “And we toured for it?” “You guys toured more for that album than you did for American Idiot. And it didn’t even do as well. The teenies didn’t seem to like it too much.” “Good,” Tre laughed. “Did you go to any of our concerts?” “Yeah,” I said. “But I got really shitty seats. I could hardly see a thing.” “Sorry about that,” Tre said. “Not your fault,” I laughed. “Anyway, I don’t know too much about what happened in your personal life, so I’ll just skip ahead. You and I got into a car accident, my boyfriend beat you up, and now you can’t remember a thing.” “Yeah,” he said as the waiter brought us our drinks. “So, you have a boyfriend?” “Let’s not talk about this,” I sighed. “No, really, I’m interested. I’m not going to be a jackass about it. Just tell me about him.” Tre smiled as he took a sip of his coffee. “Um, his name’s Paul,” I said. “And?” “And what?” I asked. “What does he do for a living?” “He works at Bikini Hut.” Tre kind of snorted at this. “He owns the place,” I said, as if this made it better that my boyfriend worked at a place called Bikini Hut. “Did he come up with the name?” Tre joked. “I thought you said you weren’t going to be a jackass,” I pointed out. “You’re right. Sorry. Is he sexier than me?” Tre asked and winked. “Nobody’s sexier than you,” I laughed, but as soon as I said that, I could feel the awkwardness in the room go up a notch. We stop talking and laughing and more or less sat in silence until the waiter came and took our orders. “I miss you,” he said suddenly. “What?” I asked, looking up at him. “I know that up until about ten minutes ago, I thought we were still getting married, but I miss you anyway.” “I, um, I have to leave,” I said, jumping up from where I sat and rushing outside. “Vicky,” Tre called from the doorway. He was obviously following me. “Leave me alone,” I called, but then I realized why I had left Tre in the first place. I had run away to see if he would follow me. He hadn’t. I needed a man that didn’t mind chasing me. And I guess Tre minded.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 20:35:26 GMT -5
Ugh...writer's block. This sucks. I'm kind of stuck, so I'm going to wait a while and hope for inspiration. Come on inspiration...hurry up.
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