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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 21, 2005 21:21:22 GMT -5
I'll try.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 21, 2005 22:01:03 GMT -5
Here we go.
Part 4
It wasn’t fair. I could drive wayyyyyyyyyyy better than Mike, yet he’s the one with the car. We pulled into the driveway of his house. I practically lived here the weeks I wasn’t at my dad’s house. They had gotten a divorce when I was 10, and they weren’t exactly on good terms. Then, my mom remarried to this crazy guy…let’s not go there. We went up to his room, where he immediately put on MCR. And then he began singing loudly to The Ghost of You. The only thing that stopped me from throwing a shoe at his head was the fact that he didn’t sound half bad. “Are you gonna crash here tonight?” he asked over the loud music. “Yes.” “Okie day. Hey, Nye, is it just me or does Adrienne look vaguely familiar?” “Yes, I was thinking the exact same thing. She reminds me of the other Adrienne…” I said slowly. “No way. Not her. Uh-uh. This Adrienne is pretty.” “Now that was cold.” “Well, it’s the truth. It’s not her. Trust me, I would know.” I sighed. The other Adrienne. In middle school, that girl made my life hell. She literally hated me. Why? Because of Mike. She was head over heels for him, and was somehow convinced that I “stole” him. Therefore, from sixth up until she moved away in eighth, I NEVER had a good day in school. “But think, Mike. It’s way too coincidental. Same name. Same hair. Same facial structure.” “True, but it’s not her. Really. She didn’t know who I was in homeroom. She had no clue as to who you were at lunch. It’s not the same girl.” Mike sounded pretty convinced that it really wasn’t her. “Well….since you love her SO much…” I teased. “Nyemade’!!!” he screeched and threw and pillow at my head. I caught it. “Neiner.” He pouted. “So…um…how’s the home life?” “If you’re talking about Ray, it’s terrible. What does Mom possibly see in him???” I sighed as I fell back onto Mike’s unmade bed. Mike fell beside me in the bed. “Maybe you should tell her-“ “NO!” “Jeez, sorry.” “Oh, sorry Mike, it’s just….I would have told her a long time ago, it’s just….she’s so brainwashed. Sometimes I honestly think I’m living in a primetime drama. Only I can’t change the channel.” His arm moved around me and pulled me close in a tight hug. “It’ll be okay.” “I wish that were true, Mike.”
Sorry so short, but I have big plans for the future of this story. *cough cough hack gag*
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Post by TABBY on Jul 21, 2005 22:04:53 GMT -5
lol, anyway PLEASE UPDATE!!!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 21, 2005 22:08:02 GMT -5
*suspense*...
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 21, 2005 22:20:49 GMT -5
Wonderful thing, that suspense. *whispers* I'm lying....
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 21, 2005 22:22:42 GMT -5
Hehe...I like your story. It's good.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 21, 2005 22:28:35 GMT -5
If you say so. Thanks for the compliments.
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Post by xX*Sophie*Xx on Jul 22, 2005 8:11:07 GMT -5
This is good! Update!
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Post by whatsername on Jul 22, 2005 9:54:59 GMT -5
aaaaaaaaaw. i wish i had a guy friend like Mike! *Anthony throws bricks at me* Okay, never mind, i already have a guy frined like Mike... ... but he isn't as hot as Mike! *Anthony kills Karla*
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Post by whatsername on Jul 22, 2005 9:55:37 GMT -5
but, anyway, I really like your story. good job playing out the characters of Nye and Mike!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 22, 2005 10:12:44 GMT -5
I love how her name is Nye. It reminds me of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, which is an amazing comic created by the brilliant man who made Invader Zim. And in that, Johnny's nickname is Nny (pronounced knee). But that's completely irrelevant.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 22, 2005 12:07:30 GMT -5
PLEASE UPDATE!!!! ;D
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 22, 2005 13:06:39 GMT -5
*sniff* I feel so special. My name is Nye too.
Part 5
ADRIENNE’S POINT OF VIEW “This is great. Billie, they don’t even recognize me!” I squealed. This was all going according to plan. “Adrienne, I still don’t think this is such a good idea….” Billie Joe replied. “Come on, Billie. What could go wrong? As long as you don’t blow our cover, everything will go according to plan.” “But it’s mean!” He whined. “Of course it’s mean! That’s why we’re doing it!” I said back exasperatedly. Billie Joe sighed deeply. “I don’t know. They both seem nice…” “Mike, yes. But anyone who goes along with that bitch of a person called Nyemade’ deserves the same treatment.” I explained. (Hmm, makes me glad this isn’t real. I would beat this Adrienne down.) “What did she do again?” “Billie Joe, I’m not gonna repeat it. Just do what you’re supposed to!” Why wouldn’t this guy get the point? You know, it almost made me feel bad. To be using him like this. Almost.
BILLIE JOE’S POINT OF VIEW Why was I doing this? Did I really love Adrienne that much? I stared up at her brown eyes, twinkling with delight at her “master plan”. Yes, I did.
REGULAR POINT OF VIEW The next day in school, Mike and I parted yet again. After bidding him farewell, I walked into the classroom, to find Billie already there. “Hey,” he said. The sawdust returned to my tongue. “Hi,” I squeaked. “Something wrong with your voice?” he asked. “Uh…yeah…I think I might be coming down with something,” I lied, even coughing to convince him. “Aw, poor baby,” he sympathized. I blushed at the word “baby” but with my skin tone, you couldn’t really tell. Amen to that. I wiped my hands on my jeans for the umpteenth time in five minutes. Then, thankfully, the teacher walked in at the bell and began droning. I never thought I would be happy to hear Mr. Walker’s annoying voice. When homeroom was over, I rushed out of class, yet again bumping into the guy with brownish hair and the world’s bluest eyes. “Sorry,” I apologized again. “We have to stop meeting like this,” he joked. I laughed slightly. “So, since we’re obviously destined to meet, how about we introduce ourselves?” He held his hand out and smiled. Hm, he was cute. “Tre.” So this was the Tre` guy. “Nye.” “I like that. Junior?” he asked. “Yep. You?” He nodded. “Well, we’ll meet again. What class do you have next?” “Um….damn, what class do I have next?” I thought for a minute. “Oh. History.” “Really? Me too! I didn’t notice you yesterday.” “Me either.” Weirdly enough, I didn’t feel weird at all around this guy. “Well, let us walk together.” He offered me his arm. Hmm, me and this Tre will certainly get along. I took his arm. “Let us go.” Together we walked to class. MIKE’S POINT OF VIEW “You did??” I asked incredulously as Adrienne and I walked to next period together. “Yeah. It wasn’t working between us anymore. I didn’t want to, per say, but…you know…” She looked genuinely sad about the breakup between her and Billie Joe. Well, I don’t know why. They weren’t all THAT good a couple. Hm, maybe she was trying to throw me hints or something… “Well…do you think it’s too early to, you know, start dating again?” I asked. I surprised myself with my boldness. Adrienne looked up at me. “Michael Pritchard, are you asking me out?” “Are you saying yes?” My, I was on a roll. “Depends. When and where?” “Hm…tomorrow. (I needed time to prepare.) We’ll go to dinner, then maybe the movies. What do you say?” “I say….I need to get to class,” she replied. I was confused. “Is that a yes or a no?” She reached up and kissed me on the cheek. “Yes. Now shoo! The bell’s gonna ring!” I blushed madly. “Yeah…right…” I walked into the classroom and to the back, where my seat was. I was silent for a minute. “SCORE!” I yelled suddenly. The whole classroom turned to look at me. I flashed them a smile back. I was on top of the world.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 22, 2005 15:21:38 GMT -5
Evil. Pure evil.
Good story, though.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 22, 2005 15:55:14 GMT -5
That's why I did it. But in the end, truth will prevail!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry.
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