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Post by Kill on Jul 8, 2005 0:21:34 GMT -5
MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MWAHAHAHA!!!!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 8, 2005 0:41:17 GMT -5
Part 16 MELISSA’S POINT OF VIEW “Dori doesn’t seem too mad with Morgan,” Jeremy observed. “I noticed. But she doesn’t know what Tre and Morgan are planning. She doesn’t know that Tre feels the way about Morgan that Dori thinks he feels about her,” I said. “Plus, now there’s Mike and Karla. We have to do something about that.” “Maybe we should leave them alone.” “Don’t tell me how to do my job,” I snapped. “We have to do something with Jade. She’s just sitting around and watching a lot. She needs to do something. I say we find her a boyfriend.” “Who?” he asked. “I don’t know, and to be perfectly honest, I don’t care. Just someone. That’s your new job. Find random people and try to set them up with Jade,” I said. “How am I supposed to do that?” “I don’t care about that either,” I said, smirking at him. “Now get to work.”
MORGAN’S POINT OF VIEW “You know what?” “What?” Tre asked, sitting at the table and observing the empty Pixie Stick wrappers that lay across the table. “If you take the ‘m’ out of my name, it spells ‘organ.’ I thought that was pretty cool.” “It is,” Tre said, his foot jittering from the sugar high. Dori sat next to him, watching us with an entertained look. “And if you add an ‘e’ to Tre, it spells ‘Tree.’ But that’s not as cool as the whole organ thing,” I said. I felt like I was on drugs. But then again, sugar was my drug of choice. Dori rolled her eyes and laughed. “Want some?” I asked, holding up a Pixie Stick. “No thanks,” she laughed. “I’m not hungry.” I looked around the kitchen. The condoms still lay on the floor, on the counter, on the table, etc. “Oh my God,” I laughed, jumping up and running over to the stove. A condom had landed on the stove while I was making the waffles, and had melted all over the counter. “That looks like modern art,” Tre said. He looked over at Dori for a second, then looked at the camera. “I’m going to go take a shower,” he said, then smacked me on the ass. I jumped and stared at him. Was he still pretending that he liked me for the cameras? Did Dori know he was pretending? I watched him as he walked out of the kitchen, then signaled for Dori to follow him. She looked a bit confused, then followed him up the stairs.
REGULAR POINT OF VIEW “What?” I asked. “Take a shower with me,” Tre said. “What?!” I looked at him. “Are you serious?” “Yes,” he said. “It’ll save water.” I stared at him in total shock, unsure of what to say. “Come on,” he whispered, leaning into my ear and trying not to be heard by the cameras. “I have something to tell you.” I nodded and followed him up the stairs into the bathroom. I was a little uncomfortable stripping down in front of Tre, but then again, we had almost screwed in the woods the other day. The cameras stayed away from us, but the microphones were attached to the stall walls, which I thought was kind of gross. Like, what if somebody took a really loud crap? They would have that recorded and you use it to your disadvantage. Of course, Tre naked was nothing I hadn’t seen before, considering the whole swimsuit thing. He turned on the water so it poured down as heavily as it would, clapping on the ground and gurgling as it went down the drain. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me before leaning into my ear and whispering, “I’m going to break up with you. They want drama, so we’re going to give it to them. I’m going to supposedly break up with you and date Morgan. But I still love you. I don’t love her like I love you. I never could.” That was the first time Tre had ever told me that he loved me. “I love you, too,” I whispered, feeling the tears welling in my eyes. “Do you have to do this?” “Yeah,” he said. “I’m so sorry. As soon as all this is over, you and I can finally be together without people trying to fuck it up, okay?” “Okay,” I sobbed, trying not to cry, although it was inevitable.
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Post by Kill on Jul 8, 2005 0:47:09 GMT -5
AW. MORE! lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 8, 2005 1:01:19 GMT -5
Part 17 It was later that evening, after work (which had been fairly uneventful), we all sat around the table, eating whatever we could manage to gather. “Dori, could I talk to you?” Tre asked suddenly, and I knew what was coming. I felt like I was going to vomit, but put on the most unknowing face I could. “What’s up?” I asked as we entered the living room. “Um, I don’t think we should be together anymore,” he said, looking at the ground. I hoped the reason he wasn’t looking at me was because it would hurt too bad to watch me cry, which I knew I would. “Why not?” I asked, already getting choked up. “Well, I really like Morgan,” he said. “So you’re leaving me for Morgan?” I questioned, the tears coming forward. They streamed down my cheeks as I resisted throwing a temper tantrum like a little child. “Yeah,” he whispered. “You never loved me, did you?” I asked. “I’m sorry.” “Fuck you!” I screamed, running up the stairs and throwing myself into my bed, sobbing heavily. No matter how I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t real, I felt like it was. Like no matter what happened, nothing would ever be the same between me and Tre. I didn’t want that.
TRE’S POINT OF VIEW I am such a dick. I stood there, staring at the collective tear drops on the carpet where Dori had been. Whether or not she was a good actress, she couldn’t pull that off. She was hurt. I was too. I could hardly stand to “break up” with her, even if it was fake. “Morgan,” I said softly. “Yeah?” she asked, walking into the living room. “I broke up with Dori,” I said. “Oh.” She looked as excited about it as I felt, and I wasn’t at all excited. “Does this mean we can be together now?” “Yeah,” I said. “I guess it does.”
KARLA’S POINT OF VIEW “What the hell?” I asked. I was sitting at the kitchen table, watching all of this happen. Tre seemed to really love Dori, but now there he was, with Morgan. It didn’t make sense. I cuddled up next to Mike, glad that nothing like this was going on between us. For having started because of a reality TV show and me stealing his boxers, it was a pretty normal relationship. “I don’t know,” Mike said, looking over at Billie, who seemed so pissed off it wasn’t even funny. Billie still liked Morgan, I could tell.
BILLIE’S POINT OF VIEW Dori deserved better than that scumbag. I stared at Tre as he stood there with his new girlfriend. You know what? I deserved better than her, too. It all started coming together then. If Dori deserved better than Tre, and I deserved better than Morgan, and Tre and Morgan deserved each other, then did that mean Dori and I were meant for each other? I contemplated this as I ate my breakfast. Jade ate in silence while Mike and Karla talked quietly to each other. As soon as I finished eating, I headed up the stairs and into Dori’s room. She lay there, sobbing. “You okay?” I asked. “No,” she said. “I’m sorry. Anything I can do to help?” I asked. “Get me out of this fucking house. Get me home. Get my life back to normal.” “I wish I could,” I said. “But I can’t.” “Oh God,” she cried. “I hate this so much. You don’t even know.” “I do,” I said. “No you don’t,” she insisted, sobbing some more.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 8, 2005 2:12:53 GMT -5
Part 17 REGULAR POINT OF VIEW "Thanks for trying to comfort me," I said, sitting up in bed as Billie placed his hand on my back. "No problem," Billie said and patted me. He laid back so he could be supported by the wall. I turned to see him and his watering eyes, "My turn to comfort you?" "What do you mean?" Billie asked, staring at me and wiping away a few of the tears. "I'm fine." "Bullshit," I said and looked him straight in the eye, "Spill." He smiled a little, then said, "You can't guess?" "I could, but if I was wrong, I'd look stupid," I cracked a weak smile and urged him to tell me himself. "Fine," he said. "It's Morgan. God, I really like her." "So I heard," I sighed and looked out the doorway, paranoia already getting to me, even though I knew camera's were all over the place. "But now she's with Tre, and you and I are alone," Billie sighed. He wasn't really helping much with my currently feeling of loneliness, but I didn't tell him so. "Um, yeah," I sighed, nodding. I felt almost sick now. I was back to thinking about Tre. But the subject was inevitable. "Fuck," Billie growled and stood up to pace the room, "I thought-You know the first thing Morgan ever said to me?" He shook his head and grew silent. "I though that maybe, we were going to work. Instead Tre and her are together and this fuckin' TV crew is screwing everything that might just be a good thing for me up!" He motioned with his hands the whole time, and when he was finished dropped onto a different bed and ran his fingers through his hair. "This TV thing fucks it up for everyone," I sighed. "You have no idea how bad it's gotten." He gave me a confused expression. I wanted to tell him, but didn't want to risk getting Morgan in trouble. And asking him to shower with me was out of the question. "Well, we need to get back at them if they think we're gonna be their fuckin' pawns! I won't stand for this," Billie's face then went from excited and revved up, to gloomy and understanding, "I mean, how could Tre and Morgan do this to us? You and her were tight, and now look!" He managed a wry smile, hopefully sending the message he was trying to. He knew. I tried not to smile openly. How he knew was beyond me, but I had learned not to ask questions. "But what now?" I asked, blinking at him. "Um, I can write an angsty song and sing it to them," he arched an eyebrow at me and waited for what I had in mind. "Angst. That always works," I snorted. I looked over and caught sight of the camera. If drama was what they wanted, drama was what they would get. "You and I could hook up. You know, just to make them jealous." "Uh. Sure," Billie Joe said, and suddenly, Melissa appeared in the doorway, in her brightest pink suit. Good timing, I thought. She smiled at me, her pearly white teeth gleaming. "Hi guys!" she said excitedly.
MELISSA’S POINT OF VIEW I knew that this was going to happen. I just could feel it. I knew everything would work out like it always did on my show, and now these kids were just falling face first into my trap. It was working out so well, I could've hugged Dori. It was all her fault everything was falling into place so nicely, for me anyway. "We're having a mandatory confessional right now. So, hurry up!" I gave them a fake smile and then dashed back down the stairs. Oh, god was this going to be good! Dori and Billie followed me closely as I announced to the rest of the house, "Okay, only one member of this house has ever used the confessional, and that was Dori. So now we're going to have a mandatory confessional. Starting with Tre."
MORGAN’S POINT OF VIEW I sat there stunned. I didn't want to go in there and lie like I was expected. I wouldn't and they couldn't make me! I stayed seated next to Tre, his arms wrapped around me, and wished that the ground would just swallow me whole. Actually, if it swallowed Melissa that wouldn't be too bad either. "Come on, Tre," she said. I looked at him and watched as he slowly stood. He shrugged at me, then spotted Dori. She looked awful. Her eyes were all red and puffy. I could tell she had been crying a lot. I felt horrible, but said nothing. Tre disappeared into the confessional room and Billie appeared right behind Dori. I looked at him and could see a glimmer in his eyes. Shit. This was all my fault. If I just would've left then everyone could be happy, but then I would never see Billie or Dori again. I wished they would just come over and at least sit next to me, but of course, Billie grabbed Dori's hand and stared right back at me. If someone would've dropped a thousand pound weight on my head, I wouldn't have felt it. I started to breathe quickly, like I did right before I started crying, and of course the water works began, and louder than ever. "Oh my God," Jade whispered, rushing over to my side. Jade had no reason to hate me...yet. She hadn't been here long enough for Melissa to make me do something awful to her as well. "Are you okay?" Jade asked, and I just shook my head, too engulfed in tears to say anything. I could feel my eyes going dry already and my throat close up. I couldn't breathe and maybe that was a good thing. Maybe I would start barfing blood too, and I would hit Melissa in the face. I'd like to get her back just once before I died. And if I did die, I didn't want to die with all my new friends hating me. "Calm down," Melissa said, walking over and patting me on the shoulder. "Don't touch me," I snapped. "A little touchy, are we?" she asked. "Well, don't worry. You're next in the confessional." "NO!" I spat and then began to cough. I tried looking up at Billie to see his face, but Jade had kneeled in front of me now, blocking my entire view. I could hear Melissa blabbering on about my behavior to someone, and then realized that she could still throw me out if she wanted. "I don't have to be here," I said. "If you want, you can kick me out. And go ahead, I don't care." She stared at me, eyes narrowed and said, "We can't afford to lose you, Morgan." "Why?" I said, stunned at Melissa's sudden sympathy, if that was even the word for it. "If anything, you're the most, well, interesting person in the house. The most outgoing at least. Without you here, no one would speak their mind and the house would be filled with secrets and lies," she said. I almost laughed at that. Like it's not filled with secrets and lies as it is. "What about Billie? He's interesting! And Dori?! She's the most awesome person here!" shut up, I kept telling myself, but I couldn't, "Tre's hilarious! Jade's caring and cool! Mike likes the Spice Girls," I laughed lightly, "And Karla's one of the wittiest people I've ever met!" I shook my head regaining my confidence, "You think that I'm the most interesting? How about the weakest? I give in too easily," That last part, I hope everyone heard that.
TRE’S POINT OF VIEW I opened the door of the confessional, feeling awful about all the things I had just said. I had said I never loved Dori, one of the biggest lies I could've told. And the feeling that it caused me to carry with me only got worse as I saw Dori and Billie standing by the stairs, holding hands. Then when I looked over to my "girl friend" everything concaved. Not only had I hurt Dori, to unlimited hurtingness, I had pulled Morgan along too. Now, she was breaking down, screaming at Melissa. Part of me wanted to cheer her on and join in, but the other part, wanted her to stop, she was letting too much slip from her mouth. If she said too much, not only would she get kicked out of the house for telling, but what else would happen? Once everyone knew the big secret, would there even be a show anymore? Would we all get sent home? Or would we be forced to continue living her under even more strict rules?
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Post by Kill on Jul 8, 2005 12:03:56 GMT -5
YAY! MORE! Haha, but you can write it this time. I feel kinda odd looking forward to my own writing, it's just weird...lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 8, 2005 12:09:28 GMT -5
Well, it worked out quite well. I'll post the next part after guitar (which is from 3-3:30).
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 8, 2005 12:31:48 GMT -5
Crap, I have no idea where you were going with Billie's plan, so I'm going to change it around so I know what's going on. Sorry if I messed up what you had in mind.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 8, 2005 12:42:27 GMT -5
Part 18 BILLIE’S POINT OF VIEW I turned around, not surprised to see Tre. It took a minute for me to realize that he was looking from Morgan to Dori and my hands. I wondered if Tre liked Dori still, seeing as how what was real and what was fake in this house was hard to decipher. "Tre, you're back!" Melissa said happily, ignoring the fact that Morgan was still yelling at her. "Yeah, he’s fucking back from spilling lies across America! Or is this show international?!" Morgan screamed. Shut up, Morgan! "Looks like you're next, Morgan," said Melissa, ignoring the comments. "No," Morgan shouted. "I already told you that I'm not going back there." I squeezed Dori's hand, trying to show her how hurt I was. Morgan was crying her heart out, for all of us, and I wasn't next to her holding her and trying to calm her. I imagined Morgan with a diary in her hands, writing angsty poems all of them starting with, "He." I imagined her stuck with Tre, the person she didn't love for the rest of her life. I imagined her cutting the letter b and then i into her wrist, and shook the image from my head. "I'll go," I announced over Morgan's protesting, and began to walk towards the confessional room. Morgan might've just said she was the weakest of us all, but I thought what she was doing right now was pretty damn cool, even if it would get us all in trouble. I opened the door of the confessional and looked in. It was a tiny, cramped little room with a camera mounted on the wall. I sat in the lone chair in the middle of the room and started talking. "My name is Billie Joe, and I have a problem. "My girlfriend is in love with someone else. And so am I. What kind of life is it when you have to live a lie? This sucks, and yet there's nothing I can do about it," I sighed, leaning back in the chair and thinking of the next words to say. Then I just stood up and walked out, staring at the floor, until I heard Morgan still whimpering. I had a plan, but where the hell were the cameras when you needed them on you?! "Dori," I started and looked her straight in the eye, feeling Melissa's and everyone else’s gazes falling on me, "Will you...break up with me?" Melissa's eyes widened to the size of watermelons and motioned for a camera man to come over there now.
TRE’S POINT OF VIEW I stared at Billie. I couldn’t believe this. It was bad enough that I had broken up with Dori, but once it seemed she had found relief in someone else, he was leaving her too. It almost hurt too much to watch. I could only imagine how it felt for her. “What?” she whispered, her voice cracking as she stared at him. “We’ve been together for, what, five minutes?” “I know,” Billie said, fidgeting. “But we both know what’s going on, and that there’s nothing between us.” He looked at the cameras nervously, then looked over at Morgan. She nodded at him, as if there were some secret understanding between the two of them. She got up and, quietly as she could, snuck out through the front door. What was going on? I sat there, looking from Billie to Karla, who seemed about as confused as I was. Mike sat behind Karla, watching all this happen as if it were some soap opera. But this wasn’t a soap opera. It was so called “reality TV.” Billie began this long speech with Dori. He started talking about how we had only been in the house for about a week, and already all this stuff had gone on. He talked about Dori’s relationship with me, and then the whole Morgan ordeal. He had talked for about half an hour when he finally said, “And this is all the fault of one person.” I knew he was going to say Morgan. I looked at Karla, Mike and Jade. They thought he was going to say it, too. He bit his lip and took a deep breath. “Melissa.”
MELISSA’S POINT OF VIEW “Cut the cameras,” I directed. “What did you say?” “I said that this is all your fault, Melissa,” Billie repeated, staring at me. “Without you, Dori and Tre would be happily together, and I would be with Morgan.” “And HJ would still be here,” Tre said from across the room. “What are you talking about?” Karla asked. “HJ was arrested. Melissa had nothing to do with that.” “Bullshit,” Dori snapped. “It was all planned. Don’t you see? Tre and Morgan don’t love each other. Melissa made it that way!” “I only told Morgan to kiss him! I didn’t tell him to like her!” I screamed, then grew silent as I realized what I had just said. “Holy shit,” Karla whispered. “Damn it,” I murmured. “Well, now that you all know, I guess there’s going to be some changes around the house.” “What kind of changes?” asked Tre. “Well, first of all, Morgan won’t be on the show anymore because of what she told you all,” I growled, looking over to where Morgan sat. But she wasn’t there. “Where did Morgan go?” I asked. Tre shrugged. Billie smirked at me. “What the hell is going on here?” I yelled. “Jeremy!” Jeremy rushed into the hall. “Yes, Melissa?” “Morgan’s missing. Go find her. Search the house and if she’s not there, send out search crews.” “Search crews?” Mike asked. “We need to find her,” I sighed. “I’m not sure if you guys are aware of this, but no matter what, you will continue to be on the show. The show will go on, with or without Morgan. You signed the contract saying that you cannot voluntarily remove yourselves from the show, so if I want you here, you’re stuck.” “Shit,” Tre sighed, slouching on the couch. “You can say that again,” Jade whispered.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 8, 2005 14:47:45 GMT -5
Part 19 MORGAN’S POINT OF VIEW I had no idea where I was going. I was in the middle of a city I didn’t know my way around. The only place I knew how to get to was the Palace club. It was dark outside, so the club was probably open. I guessed that hiding in there was my best chance. I headed towards the door but was stopped by the bouncer, who told me that I wasn’t dressed in proper attired. I looked down and realized I was wearing sweats and converses, with an old Invader Zim t-shirt. Yeah, I was hardly presentable. “Please,” I begged. “It’s an emergency.” “Fine,” he said, stepping aside. “Thank you so much!” I exclaimed, rushing into the building. It was packed with people. Perfect hide out. I ducked into the coat room and found a large blue sweater, which I slipped over my shirt to hide my lime green shirt, which would give me some sort of disguise. I stepped out and slipped through the people, sweating to death in that damn sweater. But I didn’t dare take it off. I kept moving until I was in the back. I walked over to the DJ a girl about my height and size. “Do you have pants or a hat I could borrow?” I yelled at her over the music. “Depends. What do you need them for?” “I need to change my clothes,” I said. “I’m, um, hiding from an ex-boyfriend. I need some sort of disguise so he can’t find me.” “Sure thing, honey,” she said, pointing to a bag on the floor. “Thank you so much!” I squealed. I rushed into the bathroom and found a pair of shorts that fit me very tightly. I could hardly breathe as I zipped them up. How tiny was this woman? I also found a hat, into which I tucked up my dreads. There were some shirts and jackets in the bag as well. I rushed the bag back to her. I couldn’t believe she had actually let me have her clothes. I had expected for her to either say she didn’t have any or not let me borrow them. I slipped out the back door and was hit by a cool breeze. I needed to disguise myself more. If you saw my face, it was still quite apparent that I was Morgan. I saw the bartender standing by the dumpster, smoking. “Could I bum a cigarette?” I asked. “Sure,” he said, handing me a cigarette and a light. I didn’t smoke. Maybe if they saw some girl smoking they would automatically think it wasn’t me. I didn’t like this hiding thing. Besides, how long would I have to hide? What would happen if Melissa found me? What would be my horrible fate?
DORI’S POINT OF VIEW I wanted to run over to Tre and wrap my arms around him. But I couldn’t do that. The cameras were still around, and Melissa still stood there. “She’s not in the house,” Jeremy announced. “Then find her,” Melissa growled. He nodded and went behind the “Staff Only” door. Several camera crews came running out and headed out the door. I stood there, next to my latest ex-boyfriend, wondering what was going to happen if we had to stay here. “What now?” Tre asked, as if reading my mind. “I don’t know yet,” Melissa said. “I’ll decide later. For now, all of you go to bed. I’ll tell you the deal in the morning.” “I’m not tired,” Jade said. “I didn’t say you had to sleep. Just go to bed.” I was tired, but whether or not I could sleep was a different story. I climbed onto my bunk and lay there, staring at the ceiling. “Where do you think Morgan is?” Jade asked, as she couldn’t sleep either. “Hopefully, she’s far, far away,” Karla sighed. “Sorry I didn’t tell you guys about everything.” “So you and Tre still like each other?” Jade asked. “Yeah,” I said. “After Melissa bribed Morgan to hit on Tre, we decided to provide our own drama so she wouldn’t have to make it up for us. It was a stupid idea.” “Actually, it was pretty funny,” Jade commented. “Man, I wish I had the guts to do something like that.” “Let’s not talk about it,” I said. “After all, I don’t know if I could get in trouble for telling you guys more than you already know.” I rolled over and pulled the sheets up to my chin before announcing, “I’m going to sleep.”
MORGAN’S POINT OF VIEW I officially decided that I would never smoke another cigarette again. I extinguished the still smoldering cigarette with my shoe and looked at the bartender, whose name was Matt. “Hey,” I said. “Do you know somewhere I could spend the night for free?” He snorted. “Your best bet is staying at someone’s house. You know anyone around here?” “No,” I said. “Then I guess you could stay at my house,” he proposed. “Really?” “Sure,” he said. “You seem nice enough. But you steal any of my stuff and I will hunt you down.” “Don’t worry,” I laughed. “I won’t. You don’t know how much this means to me.” “Don’t worry about it,” he said, shrugging. “What’s your name, anyway?” “Mary Jane,” I said, saying the first name that popped into my head. I was about to tell him that my name was Karla, but I decided not to. “Like marijuana?” he asked. “Also like shoes, candy, and the girl from Spiderman,” I said. He smiled at me. “Can I call you MJ?” he asked. “Everyone does,” I said, already liking my new alias.
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Post by Kill on Jul 8, 2005 21:54:19 GMT -5
Haha, niiiiiiiiice! MORE! lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 8, 2005 22:20:48 GMT -5
Part 20 MIKE’S POINT OF VIEW “Tre, you still awake?” I asked, rolling over in my bed. “Yeah, why?” “I couldn’t sleep and I wanted to talk to someone.” “About what?” Tre asked, trying not to wake Billie, who was snoring loudly. “Do you think it’s a mistake to have a relationship in this house? I mean, do you think that Melissa’s going to try to fuck up things between Karla and me?” I questioned, already knowing the answer. “Melissa is going to fuck everything up. There’s nothing we can do in this house that she won’t destroy.” He sighed loudly. “Like things with Dori and me.” “You really love her, don’t you?” I was starting to understand what was going on, although it was still pretty confusing. “Yeah,” Tre said. “I’m just too afraid to do anything. Melissa could ruin it. And that’s the last thing I want. I guess I’ll just wait until we’re out of this house to do anything.” “What if you don’t still feel that way about her when you leave the house?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said. “I really don’t.” “This bites,” I sighed, laying in bed and staring at the ceiling.
MORGAN’S POINT OF VIEW “Nice place you got here,” I said, tossing the sweater onto his couch. “Thanks,” he said, turning on a light. “Feel free to anything in the kitchen. The guest room is last door on the left. The bathroom’s right next to it.” “Thanks, Matt,” I said. “No problem, MJ. I’m going to go to bed.” I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of milk before retreating to the guest room. It was pretty nice, nothing special. I turned down the bed and climbed in. It was nice to not be sleeping in a bunk bed with other people snoring around me. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep. The next morning, Matt actually seemed kind of surprised that I hadn’t stolen some of his stuff and run off. He gave me some breakfast and asked if I had any money. “Nope,” I said softly. “Here,” he said, handing me a wad of twenties. “Whoa,” I whispered. “Thank you so much.” “No problem,” he said. He then let me borrow an old T-shirt of his and a pair of pants that no longer fit him. I slipped into them and said goodbye as I left. I counted the twenties as I walked along the sidewalk. $140. Holy crap. I ducked into an outlet store along the street and bought two pairs of underwear, a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I also managed to find some hair dye and a hat. I put on the hat and kept walking, trying to go unnoticed. I wasn’t exactly sure where I was going, but I would know when I got there.
REGULAR POINT OF VIEW “Did you find her?” I asked Melissa. “No,” Melissa sighed. “If she fucking gets hurt,” I snapped. “You’ll lose your job.” “No shit!” she yelled at me, ducking behind the “staff only” door. That seemed to be the only place she would go to escape us all. Jade sat in the living room, staring at the TV as if she expected to see Morgan on it. I said nothing to her, I just sat down. “I’m worried,” Jade said. “Morgan will be fine,” I promised, though I wasn’t so sure of it myself.
MORGAN’S POINT OF VIEW Where was I? I was in the middle of nowhere. I knew I wasn’t in Oakland anymore. Matt had driven me to his house, which was kind of far out of town. And I had been walking forever, probably for a couple of miles. I hadn’t seen a house for the past 40 minutes. That’s when I saw it. My escape. A house in the middle of nowhere. Just when I had thought of giving up and letting myself die out here, I found this house. I practically ran to it, hoping it wasn’t a mirage. I knocked on the front door and a man who reminded me of Santa Claus opened the door. “Hello?” he said, staring at me. “Hi,” I said. “This is going to sound weird, but I just ran away and I need a place to stay, or at least a phone to use.” “We don’t have a phone,” the man said, “but you’re welcome to stay here.” “Thank you,” I said. “I’m MJ.” “I’m Frank,” he said. “You know, I have a son about your age. But he’s back in Oakland.” “Oh,” I said, following the man inside. He led me to his kitchen. “Coffee?” he offered, smiling at me. “Sure,” I said, willing to take any kind of beverage I could get my hands on. He poured me a cup and handed it to me. “So, you’re name’s MJ, huh?” he asked. I nodded. “What is it you’re running away from? Don’t worry. If it’s family I won’t go call them or anything.” I smiled at this guy. He seemed pretty friendly. “Well, I was supposed to be on this show called the Real World…” “No way!” the man interrupted. “That’s where my son is!” “What’s his name?” I asked. “Tre.” “No way…”
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Post by Kill on Jul 8, 2005 23:08:23 GMT -5
As soon as you said Santa Claus, I was like, DUDE! IT'S TRE'S DADDY!!! lol More, please.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 9, 2005 12:05:20 GMT -5
Part 21 MORGAN’S POINT OF VIEW Here I was, staying at the home of Tre’s father. He and I talked for a while. I told him all about the happenings in the house. I explained what had happened between Dori and Tre, then I told him all about Melissa. “Dori sounds nice,” Frank said. “I guess it’s good that Tre’s found someone that makes him happy.” “But the whole thing with Melissa is ruining it!” I said, sighing. “I wish there was something I could do. All I can do, though is run away.” “Yeah,” he said, then tried to change the subject. He started telling me embarrassing stories about Tre when he was little, and I laughed. The stories were hilarious, and as time went on I stopped thinking about all the troubles that awaited me back at the house.
BILLIE’S POINT OF VIEW Morgan had disappeared the previous day, and they still hadn’t found her. Where could she be? I could only think of the worst possible things happening, such as her being raped in some dark alley, or getting hit by a car or something. The police had been called, and they were searching for Morgan as well. I wished she would call us if she was okay. If she was out there, maybe she would just contact us. But if she was okay, she probably didn’t want to be found, which she would be if she called. I was scared for her, praying even, and I wasn’t very religious. “Come on, Morgan,” I kept whispering. “Let me know you’re alive.” That was when the phone rang. “Hello?” I gasped, rushing over and answering it. “Hi, who is this?” “Billie,” I said. “Billie! Hello, this is Morgan’s mother.” “Oh God,” I whispered. What if she didn’t know about Morgan’s disappearance? What if she had called for Morgan? I would have to deliver the news. “Don’t worry. Morgan’s fine.” “What?” “She called me. She wanted me to let you all know that she’s okay. She would’ve called you herself, but she’s too afraid of being found.” “Oh my God,” I sighed, relieved. “You have no idea how worried I’ve been. God, I’ve been panicking so much and…” At this point, the phone was ripped out of my hand by Melissa. “Is this Morgan’s mother?” Melissa snapped. I could hear Mrs. Dysert talking on the other end of the phone. “Yes. Who is this?” “My name’s Melissa. I’m in charge of this show. And I need Morgan here. Call her and tell her that if she doesn’t get her ass back in this house tomorrow, she is in some serious shit.” “Excuse me?” Mrs. Dysert asked. “I’m not going to make my daughter go back there. She told me about what happened.” “And what happened?” Melissa asked, almost daring Mrs. Dysert to say it. That was when I heard the dial tone. Melissa turned to me. “If you say a word to the others about this phone call, you’re out of here. And I’ll come up with an even more creative way to dispose of you than I did with HJ. Don’t even tell them Morgan’s mother called. Let them worry.” I stared at her as she started to walk off. “What if I want to leave?” I demanded. “That would not be smart,” she said, continuing to walk.
MORGAN’S POINT OF VIEW “This is awesome,” I whispered, looking at my hair. I had just cut off my dreads, leaving as much length as possible, and dyed it a blue-ish color. My hair hung at my shoulders and I stared at it. I felt kind of weird, not having dreads, but it all came with being in hiding. “Wow,” said Frank, stopping at the bathroom door and looking at my hair. “It’s blue.” “Yup,” I laughed. “Well, guess I can’t really say anything, seeing as how Tre dyed his hair green,” Frank said, shrugging. I smiled at him and he walked off. I watched my hair for a minute. “Shit,” I suddenly whispered. “Now Billie and I match.”
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Post by Kill on Jul 9, 2005 17:18:05 GMT -5
Hahaha, that's so cool! Man, we match. Oh well. Maybe if the blue sinks in enough our kids can have blue hair...Shutting up, lol.
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