I'm addicted to the misery in my head...

Haha yeah long time no post, I'll try to keep with this one be patient I have GSCEs going on at the moment XD

Enjoy.

 

The streets were empty and silent with an ominous feeling in the air.  She sat on the roof overlooking the place she grew up.  The place she once called home.  But now this was the place where many horrid memories would haunt her forever.  She sat there in the wind with her jet black hair falling into her eyes wondering where it all went wrong.

 

“Come on, we need these or I’m gonna die!”  Hissed Brian, grabbing my hand roughly and dragging me out the flat and down the stairs.  He’d been off the drugs for a week now and his withdrawal symptoms were getting worse.  I told him that I was doing the same as him but I was a compulsive liar, I knew he has his suspicions about why I was fine and he felt like dying but he never confronted me about it.  Yesterday he decided to start taking again and I had no choice but to go along with him. 

We climbed in my car and set off full speed to the backstreets of London, I didn’t like coming here, but we had to it was the only way to get our drugs for a reasonable price.  Once we arrived at our destination we ran up the stairs making no eye contact with anyone around us ignoring the sneers and people pointing at us.  Brian beat me to the door and did the ‘special’ knock which was opened immediately by the familiar tall, lanky and extensively tattooed man that went by the name of The Rev.  As soon as he saw me he raised an eyebrow, considering I only came here three days ago I would have done the same thing if I was in his position.

“Back so soon?”  Sneered The Rev but holding the door wide open and gesturing for us to come in.  I glared at him as we walked past hoping he’ll take the hint of not to say anything but the only response was a wink and a hand trailing down my side causing me to shudder in disgust.  I walked in the room with my head held high and taking a seat in the small red chair and curling up in it waiting for Brian to get what he needed so we could get out of this place.  Once Brian was ready he walked over to me holding a huge see through plastic bag which was more than half way full.

“The Rev said it’s a welcome back donation, and he knocked off half the price.”  Brian said looked dazed but with a satisfied grin on his face.  I looked over at The Rev and raised my eyebrows at him and glanced at the extra large bag he’d given Bri, realising what I was getting at he raised to twenties and fanned himself with him.  Those twenties were mine from my jacket pocket.  Dickhead, I glared at him looking around for Brian but he’d already made his way down to the car, glaring at ‘The Rev’ I walked out the flat slamming the door behind me with such force the frame shook and something smashed inside.  Whatever he does I can do a lot worse.

 

You stand there on the stage staring at the man who catches your eye every week.  You know this man. His name is Brian Elwin Haner Junior.  He plays guitar in a band but comes down to this club every week just for you, he takes you back to your dressing room, looks after you, his rough fingers trailing over your body in a way that makes you love this man and make him yours.  You know it’s not possible you see on the internet that he has a girlfriend even suspected fiancé; you know he will never be yours.  You just wait till the next week and pray he comes for you.  You take the pole and slide around it in a provocative manner and feel disgusted when old men slip $100 bills in your bra and garter, it comes to his favourite bit 'the final climax' he tends to call it which always makes you smirk.  .Yyou take the pole and do the finale dance, which is always risky as loads of hands attempt to grab pieces of your negligee and rip it off, there will soon be a fight so you hurry up and saunter off the side of the stage and slip on your dressing gown and wait for the next act to go on stage so you can feel free.  It doesn’t take long for him to find you; you are in your usual place the quietest corner in the club which is always the darkest.  He takes you by the hand and by now you are crying wondering why his doing this for you, he leads you to the bed and sits you down and hands you a packet of tissue which you gratefully take while he goes to close the door, you expect him to leave but he always comes back.  He gathers you in his arms and rocks to back and forwards as you wipe all your makeup off and calm yourself down by his soothing noises and promises of safety.  He slides he calloused fingers along your thigh and you begin to shake as he lies you down on the bed and whispers your name in your ear.  The next morning he’s gone as usual he never stays, the company doesn’t allow it.  You think it’s all a dream until you see the note pinned to your notice board which gives you hope.

 

 

i wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.

I will come for you one day.

Wait for me.

B x

 

 

You take the note down and fold it up and put it into your fresh pair of jeans and make your way out of the club and wait until he comes back next week.  He is your only hope and if it wasn’t for him you would have left along time ago. 

 

Elliot Minor in my school uggh they suck

Yeah i saw them bands last night with two friends =] It was awesome, apart from loosing L =[  stypid people crushing us and shoving past next time we're super glueing ourselves together!!

Dear Superstar started the show off, they were okay and relly hyped up, but i'm sure the singer was gay especially for his guitarist haha and he had a really long tongue.  He also tried croud surfing where i was standing which wasn't the best idea as it was mostly girls where i was standing, he hit me in the nose which i wasn't happy about, but then he fell on the floor which i found funny and not surprising as no guys were holding him up it was only girls. 

Filter was on after Dear Superstar and reminded me a bit of U2, i think it was the sun glasses and the jacket and the way he moved, he didn't do any crowd surfing though!!  They were okay a bit calmer than Dear Superstar and had a slightly more techno sound and i like one of the many guitars the guitarst had it was turquoise and the same colour as my prom dress hahaha.  But i liked them because they kept telling us we were beautiful and amazing.

THEN IT WAS PAPA ROACH!!!!!  Jerry Tobin and Tony came on and started the show off with Days Of War then Coby like the crazy motherfucker he is came running on and started off with Change or Die.  Coby was running around the stage everwhere and the whole crowd went crazy and everyone surged foreward and i was crushed and couldn't breathe but then C got cut away from L by this dick tring to run through them which spilt them up =[  so we escaped a few rows back and we we able to breathe.  It was an awesome show Coby running around everywhere and 'Shitney Spears, Paris Hilton and Twatty Spice' as Coby called them of course before and after singing Hollywood Whore.

Setlist was:

Days of war

change or die

Broken Home

To be loved...

Getting away with murder

The world around you

Forever

Lifeline

Crash

Hollywood Whore

Time is running out

She loves me not

Alive ('N out of control)

Had enough

Dead cell

Between angels and insects

Then they went of and made us wait for about five minutes before coming back on and fucking the crowd up.

Encore:

Scars

I almost told you that i loved you (He said he thinks it would be a good idea to make a video for this song 'i wonder if i could convince my wife to make a porno' ¬_¬

Last resort (that was awesome live and stole the drum sticks and attempted playing aka smashing them as hard as he could)

 

1. Even though I have a Welsh name....

I hate it when people call me Welsh Girl, it really annoys me.  And for the record I was born in North Devon (south England) and both my parents are English, not that there's anything wrong with being Welsh.

2. I never post that much on Buzz anymore but...

I have notebooks full of fics and stuff on the laptop which I might eventually post but most likely not

3. I know i'm kinda pretty but...

I HATE having my picture taking I am not photogenic at all and I don't like people trying to take photos of me when I don't want them to.

4. I fall for people to easy...

^^^ it speaks for itself, I'm a sucker for flattery.

5. I have a phobia of...

Spiders, serioulsy it's bigger than most people think, I woke up last night from a nightmare of them.  Uggh

6. I don't eat...

I don't feel the need to.  On Holidays i'll have like one meal a day and I don't feel hungry.  I'm not anorexic either.

7. I thought that going to college would....

Give me freedom away from certain people.  But then I found they're going to the same college as me.  God that annoyed me so much.

8.  I prefer long IM conversations...

Call me a freak, but it can become more interesting than real life. I feel like I can say things more freely. Especially to the oppostie sex, weird I know.

9. I despise...

Alan Carr and Jeffrey Star, they both annoy me so much i wanna kick there teeth in. Gahhh

10. I have OCD on...

Checking my emails, i do it like every other minute it's not healthy. Haha

 

 

Mark the bands you've HEARD OF. Not
just the ones you like.(Some of these categorizes are a bit
weird I'm sure.) Be honest people! If
you really have never heard of them.
Don't mark it. It just makes you look
faker.

ALTERNATIVE:
[x] Weezer
[x] Paramore
[x] Panic! At The Disco
[x] October Fall
[x] The Academy Is...
[x] Coheed And Cambria
[x] Bayside
[x] Yellowcard
[x] Sugarcult
[x] The Dresden Dolls

TOTAL: 10

COUNTRY:
[] Rascal Flatts
[x] Carrie Underwood
[x] Leann Rhymes
[] Garth Brooks
[x] Dixie Chicks
[x] Kenny Chesney
[x] Tim McGraw
[] Faith Hill
[x] Shania Twain
[x] Johnny Cash

TOTAL: 16

EMO:
[x] Hawthorne Heights
[] Halifax
[] Forgive Durden
[] Amber Pacific
[x] The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
[] From First to Last
[] Senses Fail
[] Underoath
[] Something Corporate
[] Hit the lights
[] Dear Whoever
[] Armor for sleep

TOTAL : 18

INDIE:
[x] The Hush Sound
[] Eisley
[x] Death Cab for Cutie
[x] Dashboard Confessional
[x] The Killers
[x] Yeah Yeah Yeahs
[] Hot Hot Heat
[x] Gym Class Heroes
[x] Franz Ferdinand
[x] Modest Mouse

TOTAL: 26

METAL:
[x] Slipknot
[x] System of a Down
[x] Disturbed
[x] Metallica
[x] Guns n' Roses
[x] Lamb of God
[x] Slayer
[x] Hatebreed
[x] Killswitch Engage

ToTAL: 35

POP:

[] Teddy Geiger
[x] Ashlee Simpson
[x] Kelly Clarkson
[x] Jesse McCartney
[x] Avril Lavigne
[x] Pink
[x] The Veronicas
[x] Daniel Powter
[x] James Blunt
[x] Natasha Bedingfield
[x] Ryan Cabrera

TOTAL : 45

POWER POP/POP PUNK/PUNK:
[x] Hellogoodbye
[x] Cute is What We Aim for
[] Cartel
[] The Click Five
[x] Fall Out boy
[ ] Lucky Boys Confusion
[x] Good Charlotte
[x] Bowling for Soup
[] Relient K
[] Less Than Jake
[x] Simple Plan

TOTAL: 51

RAP:
[] Ying Yang Twins
[x] T.I.
[] Paul Wall
[x] Tupac
[x] Jamie Foxx
[x] Ludacris
[x] Lil' Jon
[x] Outkast
[x] 50 Cent
[x] Kanye West
[x] Notorious B.I.G
[] Young Jeezy

TOTAL:60

SKA:
[x] reel big fish
[] The Specials
[] Mad Caddies
[] the Aquabats
[] Sublime
[x] No Doubt
[] Madness
[] Operation Ivy
[x] Bob Marley

TOTAL: 63

ROCK:
[x] Taking Back Sunday
[x] All American Rejects
[x] Motion City Soundtrack
[x] Avenged Sevenfold
[x] Angels and Airwaves
[x] Evanescence
[x] My Chemical Romance
[x] Simple Plan
[x] Green Day
[x] Blink 182
[] Bless The Fall
[] Eyes Set To Kill
[] Alesana

TOTAL: 73

CLASSIC ROCK:
[x] The Beatles
[x] Led Zeppelin
[x] The Rolling Stones
[x] The Who
[x] Pink Floyd
[x] The Doors
[x] Jimi Hendrix
[x] Queen
[x] Van Halen
[x] Bob Dylan
[x] Simon & Garfunkel

TOTAL: 84

JAZZ:
[] Louis Armstrong
[] Miles Davis
[] Duke Ellington
[x] Billie Holiday
[] Ella Fitzgerald

TOTAL: 85

CLASSICAL:
[x] Mozart
[x] Beethoven
[] Vivaldi
[] Chopin
[] Handel
[] Brahms
[] John Phillips Sousa
[] Niccolo Paganini

TOTAL:87
Grand Total: 87

Now post it back as "I am ...%
obsessed with music"

This is just boredom crap, something I wrote a while back.  Tell me what you think =)

 

 

“Aria, were moving to America, just for two years then we’ll be coming back.  The school will save your place; they understand the situation with your dad’s job.  This is an opportunity of a life time.”

 

That was the day before we left to go to America, California to be exact.  I was distraught when my parents told me the news.  Moving from Wales when I was in the high school, away from all my friends and the crushes of boys, but I had no choice to go with them. 

 

I looked out the aeroplane window finally leaving sunny America to come back to not so sunny Wales; I’m happy about going back to Wales, but a lot has changed, especially me.  I left with long mousey brown hair, slightly cubby and only 5”5, and now I’m 5”9, thinner a lot thinner but toned and with a Hollywood tan and my hair, that was now platinum blonde, with a hell of a lot of sharp layers and a fringe and shorter.  Oh and my dad made us millionaires.

 

We called for a taxi and when my dad told him the address his face was priceless, that’s another thing that has changed I used to live in a small three bed roomed house, but now we’ve moved into a six bed roomed house with everything you could imagine inside.

 

“Aria, honey we’re home, and your brothers here.” My mum whispered not hiding the excitement in her voice very well.  My brother Mike came home six months earlier to get his placement in uni, and I really missed him.

 

 

 

“Aria, get up now or you’re gonna be late.”  My dad yelled from somewhere down the hall, I rolled over and looked at the clock 7:30.  Life’s a bitch.  I rolled out of bed grabbed my only slightly too short skirt, tights and the itchy white shirt I have to wear.  I was dressed an hour later and skipped to the kitchen where my mum and dad were eating breakfast.  I quickly ran to the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice and a cereal bar from the cupboard to the right of me.

“Are you walking to school?”  My dad asked looking at my school uniform and my favourite black Jimmy Choo flats.

“Nope, Mikes taking me, tell him I’m waiting in his car.”

 

A few minutes later my brother was making his way toward the car a look of concentration on his face.

“Yo A, how ya doin’?”

I rolled my eyes at my brother’s perfectly accentuated American accent, but he didn’t notice as he span the car around.

“I’m like, so awesome, it’s like totally so good to see you again, it’s been ages.”  He wasn’t the only one who could put on a perfect Californian accent and it helps a lot when you have a slight twang of the accent already.

“Seriously if you start talking like that all the time, I will kill you and god you’ve missed loads A…”

I smiled listening to my brother talk; he also had a slight American accent now, but not as strong as mine and he looked good to, older and he still has a tan, it must have been hot over here in the summer holidays.

 

As soon as I stepped out of the car a sudden wave of nerves hit me, even though I remember everything about this school and my way around, I’m not sure if the school and people inside remember me, I mentally shook myself and made myself walk forward towards the main entrance.

“GOOD LUCK A, I’LL SEE YOU AT HOME.” Mike yelled before driving out the gates at about 100MPH.  I quickly opened the doors and walked over to the office window and knocked four times.

“Yes, how can I help you?”  A Barbie clone asked smiling with an over the top sugar sweet voice, I rolled my eyes.  Time to put on my perfect Californian accent I think.

“Yeah, I’m a returning student here, could you give me my time table and tell me where to go.  Please.”

After five minutes of stumbling over her words and handing me a dozen pieces of paper I was ready to go.

“Do you know where to go?  Its Mr Rodgers room, you just go outside and-”

“Maybe you misheard me but I’ve been here before, I know where I’m going, thank you and goodbye.”

I quickly walked out and made my way to my form room taking a deep breath before going in.  As soon as I walked in all heads turned to face me and all conversations stopped.  Great.  I looked around everyone I knew was still here but different.

“Oh my God!” 

I looked at the front of the room and Izzy was staring at me wide eyed and completely in shock.

“Hi Iz, long time no see.”  I whispered slowly walking over and sitting in the space next to her.

“Jesus, I haven’t seen or heard from you in two years, how are you, god you’ve changed, have you seen anyone else and you know what Jake and Chris have be bugging me for information about you since you left, it drives me crazy, they’re gonna die when they see you oh and-”

“Izzabelle shut the hell up.”  I interrupted her before she passed out.

“Well, well, well look who it is, or have we gone back in time for two years?” 

I turned around to see Sam looking at me with a look of surprise on her face.

“How did you know I was back?”

“Your brother, he hacked into the school emailing system about ten minutes ago, everyone knows you’re back, and you look and sound so American.”

 

It looked like things were back to how they used to be, only I hope some things have changed since I left, after comparing time tables I had ICT and games with Izzy and Sam, English with Izzy, and technology with Sam and all my other subjects I was on my own.  We made out way to first lesson which was ICT and it was like I was famous with the amount of attention I got walking to the room, as soon as I sat down in my chair there was a familiar voice behind me.

“Aria is that you?” 

I turned around to see Chris with a huge smile on his face as he took the seat behind me.

“How come I didn’t see you in form?”

“Because you probably weren’t there and-“

“Yo A, wow you’re really back and you look good.”  I looked around to see Jake leaning on my computer.

“I, erm, thanks I guess.”  I stuttered trying to keep my facial expressions under control.

“After two years of not seeing him he still has that control over you.”

“Fuck off Izzy.”  Izzy just rolled her eyes carried on doing whatever we were supposed to do.

“So America, what made you come back? Was it me?”  Jake drawled down my ear.  I turned my chair around to face him just in time to see Chris glare at him.

“Oh so now you talk to me, now I’m back, taller, skinnier and blonde.  You don’t like me remember you stopped texting me and hell you stopped talking to me so don’t start now, oh and I used to like you, but now you’re not worth it, and Chris don’t you start either, have a nice life both of you, I’ll see you around.”

I sat back in my chair and felt the weight that I’d kept hold of for so long disappear.

“Now how did that feel?”

“Izzy, that felt awesome, now let’s control this shit hole.”  

 

FFW TO THE OF THE DAY

 

“So you’ve met Avenged Sevenfold, Paramore and Papa Roach and have there autographs.”  Sam practically screamed at me.

“Yeah, pretty much I think I’ve got spares in my room, maybe you can come over at the weekend, I’ll send a car for both of you-you both still live in the same houses right?”

I looked at them both and they both had the same expression on their faces.

“You’ll send a car to pick us up?  How rich are you?”  Izzy asked in disbelief, I suppose from how I used to be this is a big change for them both.  I winked at them and made my way to the blacked out windows of the Mercedes which was blocking the busses.

“I’ll call you later and explain everything then, love ya’ll.”  I shouted before stepping into the car.

 

“Hey honey, have a good first day?”  My dad asked, coming over and kissing me on the forehead. 

“It was…interesting a lot of things have changed, I’m gonna go to my room, call me for tea.”

As soon as I stepped in my room my phone went of.  One new message:  Yo A, I’m sorry about today and don’t forget my cat lives at the bottom of my garden in a favela x

I sighed smiling at my phone flopping down on my bed.  Here we go again. 

if the ending to this is similar to nutterella999s it's because we speak the truth seriously were in sync with each other 80% of the time, cause were cool.

Hayley POV

“God Jake do you ever stop eating?” I looked at Jake who was on his fourth round of toast and that was after two bowls of cereal.

“Nearly done, and remember it’s my turn to choose what were doing today.” 

Oh no this isn’t gonna be good, I made him go clothes shopping with me yesterday, and well he hates shopping.

“Okay I’m done.”

I looked over at him and on his face was a look of pure evil, his green eyes gleaming in the light.

“We’re going skateboarding, so you might wanna change.”

I dunno what my facial expression was, I’m guessing a look of horror crossed my face but whatever it was it made Jake crease up laughing.

“Aw come on it’s not that bad, what’s the worst that could happen?”  He asked five minutes later once he’d calmed down from laughing.

“Well last time you made me go skateboarding with you I fell and broke my arm!”  I hissed at him.

“Suck it up bitch, we’re still going.”

I looked at Jake who had a look of amusement on his face but apart from that seemed perfectly at ease.

“I hate you, you know that right?”

“Yeah, you tend to tell me on a daily basis, when you’re not declaring your love for me.”  Jake called to me as I walked out the room.  God he infuriates me, why is he making me do this?  When I got in my room I quickly found my old jeans which I haven’t worn in years, which were ripped and covered in paint.  After changing I jumped on my bed and got my Ipod out, if he wants me to go skateboarding his gonna have to come up here and get me.

 

Jake POV

I waited ten minutes for Hayley to come down so we could go but she hadn’t made an appearance, and she was being unusually quiet.  I stood up, carefully sliding the chair back under the table; her mum gave me so much shit when there was scratches on her perfect floor, so I’m not going through that again.  I ran up the stairs and pushed her door open which was already ajar, I walked in and she looked blissfully happy listening to her Ipod and on her phone, with a look of concentration on her features, I ran over and dived on her bed causing all her college books to fall on the floor. 

“I thought you’d climbed out your window.”  I said pulling her headphones out.

“Now why would I do that?”  She asked smirking at me and moving up so there was space next to her, which I soon filled.

“You’ve done it before and nothing you do surprises me anymore.”

I stood up holding my hand out to her; she looked at it sceptically before taking it.

“We’re not staying any longer than an hour.”  Hayley fiercely said pulling me out the room.

“Yes ma’am!”  I mock saluted earning quite a hard punch on the arm.

 

By the time we got to the skate park Hayley wasn’t in the best of moods. 

“Come on Hayles nothings gonna happen to you.”  I said trying to reason with her so we could actually get put the car which we’ve been sitting in for over half an hour when it was only a ten minute journey to begin with.

“Fine, but if I come back with even a scratch on me, I’m blaming you, got that?” she growled jabbing me in the chest and before I could reply she got out the car and slammed the door so hard the car shook from the sheer force.  Crazy bitch.

 

Hayley POV

I got out the car and walked over to the skate board.  When I walked in through the gat I saw a girl with short black bob glaring stonily at the guy on a BMX, this could only be one person: Isabelle.  I walked over and stood over her until she looked up with her eyebrows raised.

“I’m guessing he made you come here to.” We both said in unison.

“Hey Is, your other half of your brain is here, how much in sync are you gonna be with each other today.”  Dylan called over from across the park.

Both at the same time we raised out hands and put our middle finger up, just as Jake walked through the gates and over to Dylan, who muttered something to each other then looked back at us with there eyebrows raised.

 They were used to us being so in sync but with us just seeing each other I think we freaked them out a bit, not that we really notice it anymore since we’ve been doing it since high school, people get used to us moving and talking in sync, we’ve always had a theory that we was separated at birth, even if she is about a month older than me.

For xxusernamexherexx

 

 

Okay this is what I was going to do for the end of I try to hold on as you slowly slip away I might come back and actually finish it but I need a slight break from my OC boys haha.

 

Brian says he has always loved Katy.

 

Brian kisses Katy, Izzy sees them kiss and assumes that she kissed him first and goes and tells Matt what she saw.

 

Matt and Katy break up, Matt doesnt give Katy a chance to explain what happened, and everyone believes Matt, and she gets the reputation of a cheating whore.

 

Katy leaves and books a hotel five miles from where they were originally staying.

 

She stays there for a month and people start to worry where she is, she has had no contact to anyone in the bands or her friends or brother for a month.  Izzy couldnt care less, and still hates her and Matt is pretending not to care.

 

A month and a half later Katy calls Izzy but it goes straight to the answer phone.  She explains what happened and how Bri kissed her and no one gave her a chance to explain and all jumped to there own conclusion.

 

Izzy feels that there is something wrong and traces the call back to the hotel, everyone rushes over there and there is Matt Im sorry written in blood on the mirror.  Katy lying on the bathroom floor.

 

When shes better she goes back to the hotel but she doesnt want to see anybody.

 

Coby goes to the hotel explains that everyone misses her, and wants her to come back to the house.

 

She goes back to the house after 2 hours of Coby trying to persuade her.  Everyone makes up but Brian/Matt and Katy are avoiding each other.  They go Christmas shopping and there is a car crash.

 

People who die: Jimmy, Johnny and Aaron they werent wearing seatbelts and were sitting in the front in ones of the cars.

 

Seriously injured Amy, Coby, Katy, Brian, Jerry.

 

Minor injuries- Zacky, Tony, Tobin, Matt

 

Katy becomes depressed after loosing two of her best friends and her brother.

 

Katy breaks her elbow, serious concussion, glass cuts, needs an operation, nearly dies of loss of blood.

 

Amy breaks her leg is unconscious for five days.

 

Coby is unconscious for two weeks, breaks arm, glass cuts all over.

 

Brian shatters his leg, minor memory loss.

 

Jerry has a blood transfusion, serious cuts.

 

Zack and Izzy sprain arms/legs/ ankles etc.

 

Matt, Tobin and Tony have minor glass cuts.

 

Izzy and Matt are looking after Katy after she has been resuscitated twice.

 

Amy looks after Coby.

 

Jerry out of hospital after a few hours, Brian has three weeks in hospital, Coby a month, Amy three weeks, Katy two months.

 

Katy is released from hospital and is getting over her depression.

 

Everyone goes to Huntington Beach for the funeral, everyone stays there and they all live together after Katys dad buys them a house next to the beach.

 

My hiatus is now hopefully open new fic, I cant think of a good name, any ideas?  This will proably be unrelated to Avenged, but they may come into it somewhere.  Enjoy.

Jake POV

I wake up staring at Hayleys sky painted ceiling for the millionth time in my lifetime, I look over to my left and see Hayley still fast asleep wrapped up in the quilt like it was the dead of winter, when in reality it was the middle of a 30º summer, all what was visible of her was her chocolate brown hair which now resembled and birds nest.  I sighed and grabbed my clothes and went into her en suite bathroom before she woke up and demanded her freshly squeeze orange juice, that girl treats me like her slave not her best friend.  I walk back into her room twenty minutes later and she Hayley had completely gone under her quilt, I can’t believe she slept through my shower and I made as much noise as possible.

“Hayley get up now, or I will put that video of you singing Dancing Queen when you were eight on You Tube” that got an reaction out of her, she threw the quilt of and slowly climbed out of her bed her black vest top and shorts contrasting with her shockingly white skin.

“You wouldn’t dare, and close your mouth retard.”  She snarled at me shoving past me into the en suite.  She always was a morning person.

 

  Hayley POV

I cannot believe Jake persuading my mum to stay over again and threatening me with that video, asshole.  He needs to find himself a new girlfriend so then he can stay there.  But it was the end of the world to my mum when he did find himself a girlfriend, she always thought we’d be together and have little nerdy kids running around everywhere, sure there was the occasional hook-up between us, but we were usually wasted so it doesn’t really count.

“Hayles are you ready yet?”

“Come in and check for yourself if you really wanna know.” I called back already knowing his response.

“Get real, what if your mum walked in she’d start planning the wedding on the spot.” He replied in an exasperated tone of voice.  Giggling to myself I opened the door to see him leaning on the doorframe, his floppy brown hair falling into his vibrant green eyes.

“Were matching.”  I giggled looking him up and down in his green Billabong t-shirt similar to mine, and his washed out blue jeans the same shade as my skirt.

“Come on lets go, I’m starving.”  He shouted grabbing my hand and pulling me down stairs into my kitchen.

MATTHEW CHARLES SANDERS IS A MARRIED MAN
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http://www.buzznet.com/tags/avengedsevenfold/video/3744681/m-shadows-talks-wife/

I SHOULD BE HAPPY BUT MY ANGRY FAN INSIDE ME IS NOT LETTING ME.   I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY TO THIS APART FROM: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Stupid fucking coursework annoys me so much!

Have french and english essays in for Monday.  Geography for Friday and to be hones i really don't give a fuck which way ice flowed down a glacier like a billion years ago, it's really tempting to write 'Fuck You' all over it.  I actually have to do my graphics work because my last teacher did fuck all to help us and now i got four months to do the whole thing.  Oh and welsh gcse speaking test on Wednesday, i personally couldn't give a fuck about that i suck at Welsh and my teacher can't seem to be able to get it in her head thati'm gonna fail it, actually i might just not go to any welsh exams, what they gonna say, they can't make me

FUCK THE WELSH LANGUAGE!!!!

[okay rant over, hopefully a chapter of some sort will be up after all school shit!]

 ----Amy's car  [Audi TT]-----Aarons's car  [Black Ferrari]----Katy's 'normal' car [Jaguar XKR-S]

-----Katy's favourite car [Aston Martin Vanquish V12]

Meh not the best one, i'll probably do another post on the cars so you know what they look like.

“Come on, let’s go and get some food.”  Zacky yelled flinging the front door open and running over to the tour bus followed by the others, except for me, Amy, Izzy and Aaron who walked over to the garage.

“Hey are you coming?  I’m starving.”  Jimmy yelled while jumping out the tour bus and running over to us.

“Yeah but don’t you think it would be hard for fans to stay away from a tour bus with ‘Avenged Sevenfold’ written down the side in huge white writing and a giant death bat?”  I replied just as Aaron had finished punching the security code in and slowly opening the garage.

“Any way I thought you’d like to take my cars.  They’re also less noticeable”  All the guys were out the bus staring wide eyed and mouths hanging open as my favourite forms of transportation were all parked neatly inside the garage.  Amy’s blue Audi TT, Aarons black Ferrari which he loved more than anything, and my car, my personal favourite when I’m not using my Jaguar XKR-S, my black Aston Martin V12 Vanquish.

“Dibs on the Ferrari!”  Coby yelled, pushing past me closely followed by Aaron and Tobin.

“You are NOT driving, get in the back.”  I heard Aaron yell at Coby who was stroking the bonnet and wide eyed.  Amy walked over to her Audi followed by Zacky, Jimmy and Tony; I went over to my Vanquish with Matt, Brian and Izzy.

“Can I drive?”  Brian asked, practically drooling.  I looked at my car then back to him and shook my head climbing in and closing the door while Izzy dragged him in, which left the remaining people with my Jag.  It only took my and Aaron five minutes to get to the waffle house, we liked to drive fast as it should have been a twenty minute journey.  We all walked in and claimed the biggest booth to wait until the others came, after our fifth round of Coke the others finally arrived.  Once everyone was settled and had ordered Coby was looking at me then at the Avenged guys.

How do you all know each other?”  He finally said when the food arrived.

“Me and Katy met in kindergarten and became friends right away.  Then our parents started arranging play dates for us and when she came to my house Matt, Zacky, Jimmy and Johnny were there and it became the six of us.”  Brian said looking dazed as he remembered when we first met.  Everyone was silent apart from Jimmy and Johnny who had an eating contest of who could eat ten waffles the fastest.

“Yeah then her dad got a promotion and she had to leave when she was twelve, there was contact through emails, letters and MSN but it sucked without her.”  Zacky continued turning away from the mess Jimmy and Johnny were making.  “The last time we saw Katy we must have been all around 16.”  Brian finished the story off while Matt’s hand moved further up my thigh with a devilish smile on his face causing me to blush.

“Yeah 16, how could I forget?”  Matt growled grinning wolfishly at me.

“Well anyway,” Zacky continued giving me and Matt a weird look and carried on talking.  “Well anyway, that’s how we met Izzabelle and Amy. They didn’t even tell us they were going to be at the concert.”

A few seconds after that Jimmy threw his hands up yelling “Yes I win!”  We looked over to Johnny who was leaning over the table looking slightly green.

“Waffles suck.”  He moaned when he caught us looking at him.

I'm not sure about this, actually i think it's crap.  It has been on my mind for a few days now so i decided to write and post it, comment and tell me what you think....One shot, i don't plan on writing anything else to do on this.

I sat there brushing my long dark hair staring at the reflection of the weather outside.  The sky was dark, rain filled and slowly enclosing the world around me.  I sighed giving up on my hair being anything not resembling a haystack and pulled it up in a messy pony-tail.  I jumped up grabbing my phone, bag and iPod and walked out the house only to find myself immediately walking back in.  It would be tempting fate not to wear a coat and bring an umbrella, pulling my seafoam green coat on I mentally checked that I had everything.  Coat – check, bag and purse – check, money actually in purse – check, phone and iPod – check, house and car keys – check.  I walked over to my vintage blue VW and sat there willing for the car to drive itself to the supermarket.  A sudden clap of thunder snapped me out of my blank thoughts making me jump and the contents of my bag to fall out onto the passenger seat.  Sighing exasperated, I threw everything back in and securely closed it.  Glaring at the sky which had now released it drops of heavy rain I switched the engine on and drove to the supermarket willing the car not to run out of petrol, I usually am an organised person but these few weeks have left me extremely unorganised.  I made it to the supermarket running on fumes, it’s a good thing it was only ten minutes away.  Grabbing my shopping bags I ran up to the supermarket attempting to put up my umbrella on the way, but failing miserably.  Cursing to myself I pulled up my lame hood and ran as fast as I could towards the entrance trying not to get run over on the way.  I grabbed a trolley and walked in relaxing as the warmth engulfed my body.  I took my raincoat off and shook it out receiving dirty looks from passerby’s, ignoring them I made my way into the store managing to knock over a display of cereal.  I walked away quickly with my head down escaping the humiliation from the store assistants.  I grabbed all the essentials I needed along with a few crashes, but luckily without anymore displays being destroyed and then made my way to the cashier. 

“I’m sorry; your credit card has been declined, would you like to pay on another card?”  The tills person droned, bored after the endless hours of people bringing there food and toiletries to be scanned repeatedly.  I quickly pulled out another credit card and threw it at her, successful this time I threw items in the bag not caring how they mixed and ran outside into the rain.  I cursed at the sky as it was still pouring down with rain, I tried to get my umbrella up again but a sudden gust of wind snapped it in half, throwing it down on the floor along with my bags of shopping.  I looked in that bag that should hold my coat to see it nothing but vegetables.  Cursing at my stupidity I bent down and started to put the fallen items in their bags no caring how wet I got.

“Hey, are you okay?”  A man asked in a worried voice.  I tensed up recognising the voice.  I turned around gasping at the person standing, now in front of me.  His piercing green eyes boring into mine, slightly tanned skin glowing in the darkness that was surrounding us.  “Are you okay?”  He asked again when I didn’t reply.  “I am fine, what do you want?”  I replied icily, glaring at the man who hurt me more than I thought was possible.  “Well you were sitting in the rain, talking to a broken umbrella, I guessed something was up.”  He replied softly moving the soaking strands of hair that had fallen out behind my ears, his hands lingering on my throat and face.  Leaving my skin feeling like it was on fire.  “I’m fine.”  I muttered turning away from him, picking up my shopping bags and walking back to my car.  “I don’t believe you.”  He stated leaning on my car flicking his hair out of his eyes in an annoying manner.  “Well find a way to believe it, and get off my car and leave me alone.”  I hissed getting in the car and driving off suddenly causing him to stumble forward.  Remembering my tank was empty I drove to the petrol station and filled it up as fast as I could, feeling hundreds of pairs of eyes on my back.  Once my small car was full I drove home as fast as I could without breaking the law or running anyone over.  As soon as I got home I threw the bags in the kitchen and ran upstairs to get out of these soaking wet cold clothes before I got Hypothermia, I got changed into a pair of sweats, grabbed my mobile and a DVD and ran downstairs into the living room.  Settling down with a blanket wrapped around me and a cup of hot chocolate my mobile rang.  I picked it up from the little table beside me and looked at the number.  It was his number.  To answer? Or not to answer?  I let it ring onto the answer machine. “Come on I know you’re there, you always have your phone with you, pick up.”  I sighed contemplating all the theories going around in my head before making my decision.  “Hello.”  It came out sounding like a question.  He chuckled in reply and sighed in reply.  “Long time, no talk…or see.”  He said amusement in his voice.  I sighed not quite sure what to say, or do.