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Post by Kill on Jun 15, 2005 21:02:15 GMT -5
HERE I AM! haha
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 21:04:16 GMT -5
Haha...that was good.
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Post by Kill on Jun 15, 2005 21:06:04 GMT -5
Did you get inspiration?
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 21:06:26 GMT -5
No...not quite.
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Post by Kill on Jun 15, 2005 21:40:06 GMT -5
How about this.
DREAM. "CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!" I DASHED AWAY FROM TRE FILLING THE BLOOMING VALLEY WITH LAUGHTER. WHEN I TURNED AROUND THOUGH, NOBODY WAS THERE. I ONLY SAW TRE'S SILOETTE WALKING AWAY FROM ME. "TRE!" I CALLED, BUT NO SOUND CAME FROM MY MOUTH. THE LAND BEHIND ME WAS BLACK AND BARREN. DEAD. BY RUNNING I WAS KILLING TRE I SUDDENLY REALIZED. GASPING FOR BREATH I SAT UP IN BED NEXT TO PAUL. I'D HAVE TO DO IT AGAIN. RUNAWAY AGAIN. BUT NOT FROM TRE. NO MORE OF THAT.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 21:41:54 GMT -5
That's really good. Hmmm....maybe.....
Would you mind if I totally stole that from you and put it in another part of my story? Maybe not word-for-word, but you know, still the same general thing?
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Post by Kill on Jun 15, 2005 21:43:43 GMT -5
Don't care. *shrug*
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 21:44:45 GMT -5
Yay! Thank you.
Time to write.
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Post by Kill on Jun 15, 2005 21:45:16 GMT -5
YAY! lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 22:13:51 GMT -5
Part 19
This was going to be just like before. I could feel it. I was going to head off, trying not to think about Tre and drowning my sorrows in some other guy that seemed perfect. Paul wasn’t the first guy I had dated since leaving Tre that seemed like he was sculpted to be flawless. There was Karl and Alex, as well, both of whom had cheated on me. But Paul was nicer than they had been. It seemed like he really was perfect. Tre decided not to press charges or anything, so I bailed Paul out. I drove him home in my new car, which had set me back a bit, but I wasn’t in the poorhouse or anything, so it didn’t bother me too much. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s okay, Paul,” I murmured. “But I feel really bad.” “Don’t,” I said. “I mean, it made things kind of awkward, having to explain to him that I had run away from him such a long time ago, then I some lady from some gossip magazine called to interview me, but it’s over now. Don’t worry about it.” “Interview you? Why would some lady call to interview you?” he asked. “Because he’s Tre Cool.” “So?” Paul questioned, blinking at me. “You don’t know who Tre Cool is?” I sighed. “Should I?” “Ever hear of Green Day?” I asked, looking at him for a split second before turning back to the road. I was a little shaky since the accident. “Oh my God. Is he the guy that sings?” “No. That’s Billie. Tre’s the drummer,” I mumbled. I couldn’t believe this. Years ago, I wouldn’t have given the time of day to a guy who didn’t know who Tre Cool was. But then again, that was back when Tre was my celebrity crush and marrying him had just been an unrealistic dream. “Oh. I can’t believe that. And why didn’t you tell me you almost married a rock star?” he asked, sounding annoyed. “It’s not important,” I said. “I never actually married him, so it doesn’t matter.” “It is important,” Paul said, but then grew quite. Nothing else was said the entire ride home. I fell asleep that night in Paul’s arms, cuddled up in a mass of sheets and body parts. It didn’t take long for me to drift out of reality and into a dream. I was running through a meadow, Tre following close behind. “Catch me if you can!” I laughed, kicking at the daisies at my feet. I heard no response, so I slowed down and turned. Tre wasn’t standing there anymore. I just saw his silhouette retreating. “Tre!” I called, my voice slowly engulfed by tears. The daisies began to disappear as the land became barren and dead. I heard Tre’s voice whispering my name as the daisies disappeared. Eventually they were all gone and Tre’s voice no longer sounded. I realized then that this wasn’t just another pointless dream. It was telling me something. By running away I was killing him. And I couldn’t do that anymore. I sat bolt upright in bed. Paul lay beside me. He stirred slightly at my sudden movement, but then rolled over and continued snoring. I placed my hand against my chest, feeling my heart racing. It occurred to me. It was time to run away again, but not from Tre. “Sorry,” I whispered as I looked at Paul and slipped out of the bed.
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Post by Kill on Jun 15, 2005 22:18:50 GMT -5
Omg. THAT WAS SO GOOD!!! yay. lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 22:20:24 GMT -5
Yay!
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Post by Kill on Jun 15, 2005 22:21:00 GMT -5
Lol.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 16, 2005 20:42:18 GMT -5
Part 20
“This is like a fucking soap opera,” I murmured to myself as I drove along the street. It was about 4 in the morning. It had taken me a few minutes to get dressed and brush my teeth and stuff without waking Paul, but I had managed to do it. And this time, as I ran away, I didn’t even leave a message. I hoped I could remember where Tre lived. I should remember it, seeing as how I had lived there for a considerable amount of time. I drove around for a bit before finally coming to a familiar area. “Yes,” I sighed, pulling into the ever familiar driveway of Tre. I rushed up to the front door and debated where or not I should ring the bell. Finally, I decided to. I pressed in the button and heard the melodic chimes echoing throughout the house. It was a few minutes before the porch lights were switched on and the front door flew open. There stood…Claudia. “Can I help you?” she asked, blinking at me angrily. “Is Tre there?” “Who are you?” She ran her fingers through her hair. “And what do you want? It better be important. You just woke up my family.” “I really just need to talk to Tre,” I begged. “Fine. Come in,” she said, still sounding really pissed off. She walked into the bedroom that I knew so well and I listened as she said, “Tre, there’s someone here to see you.” Tre mumbled something. “I don’t know,” Claudia sighed. “Some girl.” Tre exited the bedroom, sporting nothing but his boxers. He looked half asleep. “Vicky?” he asked, opening his eyes slightly. “Yeah,” I said. “Hi Tre.” Claudia looked from me to him. “Vicky? You’re Vicky?” I nodded. “Afraid so,” I said. She groaned loudly, then headed up the stairs to where I assumed her bedroom was. “Why are you here?” Tre asked. “I miss you, too,” I said. “I’m just supposed to take you back now, right?” He stared at me. “As much as I’d like to, I can’t.” “Why not?” I asked. “Look, Vicky. You ran away from me three years ago. And whether or not I remember it, I know it hurts because I experienced it again a couple of days ago. You have no fucking idea how much it hurts to have your heart ripped out by some girl who doesn’t even know why she did it,” he said. “What?” “Why did you leave me? Do you even know?” “I wanted to see if you would follow me. To see if you loved me that much. I guess you didn’t.” I suddenly wished I hadn’t come. Laying next to Paul seemed like a much better idea. “That is the stupidest thing I had ever heard. I figured you didn’t want to be followed. If you left, I thought you had your reasons and I would respect that, Vicky. I was trying to give you the space I thought you wanted. I guess I should’ve fucking followed you. But I have the feeling that if I had, you would’ve said you just needed space and I wouldn’t have gotten you anyway.” He stared at me. “It was stupid. I’m sorry,” I whispered. “It’s okay, but it’s too late now,” Tre sighed. “It’s not too late. Please, Tre, I love you.” “What about Paul?” “What about him?” Tre just stared at me. “You know I love you, but whether or not we can be together again is something totally different,” he said. “Please,” I said, crying now, as I took a few steps toward him. “Please.” “Don’t cry,” he said, but I continued sobbing. He reached forward, placing his hand on my face and wiping away a few tears. The next thing I knew my lips were pressed against his, and I felt like this was how it was supposed to be. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it sooner. “Tre,” I whispered as we separated. “I really do love you.” “I know,” Tre said. “I love you, too. But you can’t leave Paul like you left me. He deserves better than that, even if he did beat me up.” I laughed. “But I don’t love Paul. I love you.” “At least give him the chance to say goodbye. I never got that. And I wanted it a lot.” I nodded. This wasn’t going to be easy, but I would do it. Tre had a point.
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Post by Kill on Jun 16, 2005 21:46:25 GMT -5
Yes! My dream sequence worked! Booyah!
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