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Post by Kill on Jul 12, 2005 22:34:09 GMT -5
Hahaha. Nobody ever has all the fun when I'm around.
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Post by ilovegerardway on Jul 13, 2005 1:40:15 GMT -5
haha, it's better that way. plus, i don't want the story to end either, so a sequal (sp?) sounds awesome!
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Post by ilovegerardway on Jul 14, 2005 20:18:13 GMT -5
Dori says that she doesn't want you to start a sequel until she posts the end to the story. after that she says you can write the sequel.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 17, 2005 14:25:10 GMT -5
Yeah, I've already written the first part of the finale. And it goes much against what you've written. So you're going to have to wait and read what I've written before you can write the sequal. Keep your pants on. I'll post it as soon as I get back or later today, if I can.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 17, 2005 15:00:39 GMT -5
Sorry this is so short. There's thunder, so I have to get off. FINALE: PART ONE Suchin Pak sat in a chair, staring ahead at the camera. "We've all heard about the lost season of the Real World, but we've never known more than the fact that it never premired. Why not? Well, here with us today we have the cast of that season to tell us what happened." She guestured to us, all sitting on the couches. "So, what happened?" "Well," Morgan began. "It started off pretty simply." And it did. She began telling the story, from her and me meeting all the way to the great escape. Billie butted in a few times to tell about how Morgan ran away and stayed and Tre's dad's house. Suchin nodded, although I didn't think she really cared. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't listening to Morgan telling the story. I had lived it...reliving it was something I did not want to do. I was thinking, instead, about how bizarre it was that this was the first time we all (Mike, Karla, Billie, Morgan, Jade, HJ, Tre and I) had ever been in a room together. And it was the first time, if you didn't count HJ, that we had been together since a couple days after Tre had proposed, when we found out that Melissa had been caught and fired for everything that happened. Everyone had left, and it was soon just Tre and me. "Let's watch some clips of some happy moments in the house," Suchin said, turning to a TV screen. We all smiled as it showed Tre and I meeting for the first time, when he had pretended to be my wife. Tre deciding he was going to room with Morgan and me. The hot tubbing the first night. It went through the best times, and all I could do was smile. "So," Suchin sighed. "What's going on in everyone's lives now?" "Well, Billie and I live together in Oakland," Morgan said, reaching over and grabbing his hand. "Karla and I are engaged," Mike said and Karla beamed. "Jeremy and I are still together," Jade sighed. "I have a new boyfriend. His name is Dave," HJ said, waving at some blonde guy in the crowd. "And what about you two?" Suchin asked, looking over at Tre and me. Tre looked at me. "We've been married for about half a year now," he said. "Yeah," I said softly. "And, um, we're expecting a baby." The reactions I got were priceless. Suchin smiled, Karla and Morgan jumped up screaming, "OH MY GOD!", Jade shouted, "Congrats!!" Billie and Mike laughed a little and smiled, applauding as if I had done some marvelous trick. But the best reaction was that of Tre, since this was the first time I had told anyone, even my own husband. "You are?" he asked. I looked at him. He looked like he was about to cry. I wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not. "I am," I whispered, and he kissed me. It was a sweet moment, and I knew it wasn't just for the camera.
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Post by Kill on Jul 17, 2005 22:41:24 GMT -5
OH GOD!!! THE HOT TUBBING!!!!!!! Eeek! lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 19, 2005 10:41:15 GMT -5
I updated it. More reading!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 19, 2005 16:49:01 GMT -5
Finale: PART TWO "Why didn't you tell me before that you were pregnant?" Tre asked during the commercial break. "I'll tell you about it later," I whispered, the paranoia of the microphones around me growing. He slipped his arm around my waist and pulled my close to him. "Wow, a baby," he sighed, and I smiled at him. I was excited about it, and my greatest fear was that Tre wouldn't be happy. I was so relieved that he was. "We're back in 5 seconds!" screamed a woman behind a camera. She signaled at Suchin, who immediately started smiling and talking, ranting about everything that had happened in the house and how difficult it was living there. She then turned back to the TV screen and we watched as HJ ran away, Morgan kissed Tre and the who ordeal began. There was footage I didn't even know was recorded, such as Melissa yelling at Morgan about drama and getting rid of HJ and stuff. I watched as Tre and I broke up, which was probably one of the hardest parts to watch over again. As we watched this, I squeezed his hand and scooted closer to him. I watched and Tre and Morgan got together, then Billie and me. By this point both Morgan and I were in tears. I could hardly stand to watch this again. Maybe agreeing to do this MTV special wasn't such a great idea. Then on camera came Melissa, spazing out at us about having the confessionals. I smiled through my tears as Morgan screamed at her. Morgan looked over at me and wiped her eyes. I watched as the search for Morgan began, and Billie freaked out, afraid she had died. Finally the images on the screen were gone and Suchin turned to us. "How could you guys manage to put up with all that?" she asked. "I don't know," Karla said. "It was so awful. It was enough to make one want to die." "You don't say," Suchin commented, then turned back to the screen. I knew right away this wasn't good.
It was dark. At first you couldn't tell what was on the screen, but then the camera shifted into night vision. It was the closet in the room the guys had been in. There was Billie, crouched on the floor. His green eyes glowed in the camera's night vision. He was mumbling, and if it weren't for the captions at the bottom, I wouldn't have had the slightest clue as to what he was saying. The captions read "There's no reason to do this anymore. F*** all of this. I don't need this bulls*** anymore. Morgan's gone. She doesn't f***ing love me anyway. I'm not sure if this was all just some f***ing charade or if she meant it. And to be honest, I don't f***ing care." At that, Billie pulled a gun up and pressed it to his skull. He was about to pull the trigger when the closet door opened and light flooded the area. A camera man stood there, pulling the gun away from Billie before he had the chance to shoot. The camera man pulled Billie to his feet and dragged him out of the closet.
Morgan was sobbing. "Oh my God," she whispered. "Billie, why didn't you tell me?" "I don't know," he whispered, rubbing his neck. I don't think he had told anyone that he had almost killed himself. But to be perfectly honest, I wasn't surprised that someone had tried. Not Billie in particular, but I knew there were several times when I had been ready to just cut my wrists. Billie was crying by now, and I bit my lip. "It's okay," Mike said, placing his hand on Billie's shoulder. "Don't fucking touch me!" Billie snapped, jumping up and rushing off the set. Morgan followed close behind. The rest of us sat there, looking shocked. The crowd was silent. "Um, as you all can see, the Real World house had quite an impact on people. And as we all know, the pressure of the cameras has caused some people to over-react..." Suchin began. "OVER-REACT?" Karla screamed. "He didn't over-react! If you think there was a single fucking person in that house that didn't contemplate suicide at least once, you're fucking out of your mind!" "Well..." "Billie wasn't the only one, so don't tell me what fucking over-reacting is unless you've experienced it, you self-centered bitch!" Karla ranted. "I'm so fucking sick of MTV," Mike grunted, sitting back in his chair. "You air that footage of Billie and you'll be facing the biggest lawsuit you've ever fucking seen!" Karla panted, getting tired of yelling. "Not true," Suchin said, smiling a bit. "At the beginning, you all signed contracts. We can air whatever the hell we want." "Shit," I said. This was just getting worse and worse.
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Post by ilovegerardway on Jul 19, 2005 17:29:41 GMT -5
OMG!!!!! Poor Billie, I HATE Suchin. What a Whore. Anyway, it's REALLY AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 19, 2005 20:40:34 GMT -5
YAY!!! THANK YOU JADE! You and Morgan seem to be the only people that like my story. Karla never comments so I don't know if she reads it. And then no one else comments either.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 19, 2005 22:06:00 GMT -5
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm new, but I been reading this story. I think it kicks major ass. The finale is juicy!
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Post by Kill on Jul 19, 2005 22:39:01 GMT -5
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!! I feel like I'm really in the story and that Billie really tried to commit suicide, and that I love him, and everything! It's so emotional and great! And the little history lesson that we got about everyone's lives is definetly going to change in my story, but only a little. I think, lol. Yeah, I'll modify everything so it goes according to both of our plots!
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Post by TABBY on Jul 20, 2005 10:46:03 GMT -5
OMG PLEASE UPDATE
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 21, 2005 14:30:27 GMT -5
Okay, I'll update more later tonight. I have to finish unpacking and then I shall be posting.
Plus I got really inspired to write another story, so I'll probably start writing it and post it once I finish this one.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 21, 2005 15:11:31 GMT -5
Finale: PART THREE BILLIE'S POINT OF VIEW "Billie, come on," Morgan said, walking closely behind me. "I should've done it," I grunted, continuing to walk towards the exit. I shoved the door open and was hit with a blast of sunlight. I squinted and headed to my car. "I'm leaving. Are you coming or not?" "Should've done what?" Morgan asked, standing in the doorway and staring at me. "What?" "You said, 'I should've done it.' What were you talking about?" "Nothing," I mumbled, opening my door. "Unless you want to stay here in New York, get in the car. I'm going back to the hotel and getting my stuff. Then I'm flying home." "You meant you should've killed yourself. Is that it?" She stared at me in disbelief. I knew that if I said no, she would know I was lying. "Does it matter now? I didn't, and they're going to ruin my life with it. I'm such a fuck!" I said. "I'm leaving now, Morgan. Are you coming?" "It does matter," she said, rushing from the doorway to the car. I sat in the driver's seat and she held the door open. "I don't want you to think that your life isn't worth living, okay?" "I don't. I did, but I don't anymore," I said. "Just get in the fucking car." "Look Billie, don't tell me what to do. I feel like shit anyway because it's my fault you wanted to kill yourself in the first place. And all because of Melissa and all that bull. God," she whispered as the tears welled in her eyes again. "Morgan," I whispered, reaching over and placing my hand on her hip. "Billie, why can't we just live like normal people?" she sobbed. "I wish I could tell you," I said. "I really do."
KARLA'S POINT OF VIEW "Are you all going to cooperate or not?" asked one of the people who worked at the studio. "Not if that means you're going to show that footage of Billie," Mike growled. "We're going to show that whether you cooperate or not. We'll edit it and show that towards the beginning and end it with you guys sharing what your lives are like now. We're not going to cut that part out just because you don't like it," the guy said. "God," Dori whispered. "All the people that work for MTV are heartless fucks." "Yeah," Tre said, shaking his head. "Is there any way we can keep you from showing this?" I asked, very pissed off. The audience looked so confused it was almost funny. I wondered if MTV realized that since this show was filmed live, the audience knew what really went on. And they hadn't signed any contracts. "I'm sorry," the guy said. "Really, I am." "Bullshit," I murmured as I got up to leave. "Where are you going?" Suchin asked. "To find Billie," I said. "And you know how you said that we couldn't sue you? Well, if Billie kills himself because of that, I'll make sure Morgan gets every penny to MTV's name." Suchin snorted. It was at this point that I kind of forgot what happened. It was like I blacked out or something. But when I came to or whatever, Suchin was on the floor, with a big cut on her lip and her nose bleeding really badly. I was hovered over her, my knuckles bloody and a large chunk of her hair in my fist. "Holy shit," whispered one of the camera men. And as if that was their cue, two very large body guards stepped onto the stage and began to carry me away. I didn't even fight them. That was the weird part. I kind of felt like that wouldn't help any. But Mike came to my defense, trying to pull me away from them, but to no avail. Jade and HJ sat there, looking horrified, while Dori and Tre rushed over to one of the studio crew members and tried to convince them to let me go. Suchin still lay on the floor, moaning in pain. "Somebody help me," she snapped. "God, I'm fucking bleeding to death."
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