CHAPTER ONE IS DONE!

            I left Jess’ house muttering “good riddance” under my breath. Luckily, since it was so late, nobody was out of their house. This means that nobody noticed me.  That gave brownie points to me because a) someone would wonder what happened between Jessica and me or b) people would be intimidated by my appearance.

            I’m not that scary looking really. I just like to wear eyeliner which makes people think I’m really in touch with my feminine side.  Most of the time, they think I’m gay. Like that doesn’t make me feel even worse about myself.

           

            As I turned onto Colin’s driveway, I pushed all thoughts like that out of my head. Then I walked around the house to Colin’s window while trying to stay quiet. Unlike Jess, Colin lived with his parents.

            When I found it I searched the area for pebbles or something I could throw to get him to notice me. It seems the odds were in my favour; the Fletcher-De Luca's had a fish pond at the side of their house and there were a lot of pebbles nearby.

            My aim wasn’t the greatest (I’m not much of an athlete) but I managed to hit my target about five times or so. On the thirteenth try I saw a light turn on in his room. Then the window was opening and he was leaning out.

            “The fuck...?” He mumbled, still groggy from whatever pornographic dream he was having that night.

           

            “Colin!” I whisper-hissed, “It’s Lysander!”

            “Lys?” I saw his eyebrows raise an inch. Then he motioned towards the front door and signalled that he’d be there in a minute. I went around the house to meet him there.

            Colin opened the door and then stepped outside. He was wearing his mom’s pink slippers. I rolled my eyes.

           

            “What the hell’s going on now?” He asked me. I explained it to him quickly, ignoring all the questions he had. Then I asked him one of my own.

           

            “Will you come with me?”

            Colin hesitated, and then looked down at the slippers, then up at the balcony above us that led to his parent’s room, and then back at me.

            “Yeah, okay, what the hell?”  I smiled.  I knew Colin would say yes. He would do practically anything to get himself out there and into the world of music.

            He wanted to be a musician, but the problem was, he couldn’t sing. He was an amazing guitarist, hell, he was better than me and I hated him for it.  Colin never realized that his singing was off-tune; he always thought he was wonderful at it. He didn’t even notice when a girl turned him down after he sang an original song to her. “Ehh,” He had said, “She’s fat anyways.”

            Now, at exactly four thirty-seven in the morning, on the day after my eighteenth birthday, my best friend and I were driving down the highway in my father’s pick-up truck.

            “Where are we going?” Colin asked me, after we had made sure there was enough gas to last us a while.

           

            “No clue, where do you want to go?”

            Colin didn’t hesitate. “California.” He said, his eyes sparkling.

            I took one hand off the steering wheel so I could pick up my Coke can and clink it against his.

            “Sounds like a plan.”

            

HAHAHA! Sorry, last bit reminds me of Simple Plan. And I just listened to the french version Jet Lag, which I actually understood! And not cause I've heard the English one too, cause some of the French lyrics are different!

And I've been listening to this too:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rK04Q6AFQTE

Don't you love it when two of your favourite singers do a collaboration??? :)

AND MY GRADUATION'S TOMORROW! YAY!

Ann!!! This is for chuuuuu! :)

 I like his hair :)

He gets like 3 stars out of 5. It's only the hair that I really like.

 He doesn't really seem like someone who would punch his best friend, but he has that shy aspect I wanted for Lys.

4 outta 5.

 The one problem I have with this guy is that he seems too conceited. I honestly think that Lys should be tall and lanky and shy, kind of.

2.5 outta 5

Without the hat. There is absolutely NO CHANCES of Lysander wearing a hat. He's not like that.

Maybe a 3.5 I'm not sure.

So Ann.... OMG. Lysander is like.... nothing like that in the way I imagined him. He seems too.... poser-y and almost like a younger, more aggressive version of Pete Wentz. (not that I don't love the guy, I totally do, I'm like, a HUGE Fall Out Boy fan, but still)

I imagined Lysander as someone like those guys ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Let me know what chu thinks.

Colin was PERFECT though :) Good job!

It's total crap....

Here's that crappy video I was making earlier. I just chose random pictures from my computer, tee hee.

What do you think?

So, as some of you may know, I am promoting (and failing at it) my novel, Our Last Goodbye.

Our Last Goodbye
Short Pitch:
What if the one who left you, came back?
Long Pitch:
Melody has known Dylan all her life, it was no surprise they started dating in the seventh grade. In their second year of high school, Dylan’s mom takes a job in California, which happens to be on the other side of the country and Melody is left heartbroken. Now, two years later, Melody hasn’t heard anything from Dylan since he left, but she has something to remember him by. She’s changed a lot though, dating her Drama teacher and then having a messy break up with him, which leads to failing grades in his class. And then as if that isn’t bad enough, Dylan comes back, expecting Melody to fall into his arms, but unfortunately for him, she’s not the same girl he used to know; or is she?

Random Excerpt:

I got to my locker right on time. I shoved my bag in and then headed to my first class, math. Halfway through, a student came in. She gave the math teacher some papers and then left.
“What’s that?” One of the students in the front row asked.
“Mr. Morrison marked your skits,” Our teacher held them up. “Hand those out, would ya?” She put them on the student’s desk. When I got mine my jaw dropped. “F” it read. I flipped through the three pages. There were no spelling mistakes, no comments, nothing. I clenched my teeth, what was wrong with Mark?
After math I headed to, fuck my life, drama. When I got there I slammed my paper down on Mark’s desk and hissed at him.
“What the hell did I do now?” He glanced up from his book.
“Miss. Skellings, hello, pleasure to see you again,” He smiled at me. “What’s going on?”
“You bloody well know what’s going on!” I shoved my paper at him. He looked at it and winced.
“You really fucked that one up didn’t you?” He asked, a grin slowly forming.
“But why?” I asked.
“I said I wanted at least four scenes, you gave me three,” He said, opening his book again. I snatched it away from him.
“Wha-“
“If my writing was so good that you didn’t have to correct it at all, wouldn’t that make up for it? I mean, it’s about quality, not quantity, right Mr. Morrison?”
“Yes, but it said on the rubric ‘at least four scenes’” He said.
“Tell the rubric to go fuck itself,” I handed him back his book and walked to my seat, pissed off. I saw that the girl who sat in front of me left her skit on her desk. I grabbed it quickly and thumbed through it, two scenes, and she got an A. I flung it back on her desk and leaned back in my seat.
“Class! Class! I have to get this lesson started people!” Mark called from the front of the room. The kids stopped talking and looked at him.
“Thank you,” He smiled, “Now, I haven’t told you this yet, but we’re getting a transfer student today, he’s from the other side of America, so I expect you all to be very kind to him.” I scoffed, like I was going to be nice to some random kid because Mark told me to.
After that, Mr. Morrison started his lesson. Halfway through, there was a knock at the door.
“Start taking notes on act two in your books,” He said. Then he went to the door. I picked up my pencil and started thumbing through my book. The class was dead quiet. I could hear Mark talking to the new kid at the front of the class.
“You can sit over there, behind Melody,” The kid mumbled something back and then walked over and sat behind me. I saw his shoes as he walked by, they looked familiar. I didn’t bother looking up from my work; this guy probably wasn’t worth it anyways. When I turned the page in my book I heard him clearing his throat from behind me.
“So, I heard they got a new drama teacher here, but I didn’t think he’d be this young,” I rolled my eyes. Then I realized he was talking to me. I turned around in my seat and opened my mouth to say something, but then I stopped. The boy sitting behind me was someone I thought I’d never see again: it was Dylan. 

And here is zee cover: 

Let me know what chu thinks :)

I FOUND IT!

It as in the perfect lyrics to describe Untitled. Yes, Untitled by Simple Plan DOES explain it. But the following Mayday Parade lyrics do as well:

How can you think that any of this was easy
With all the friends I've lost along the way?
When this is over, we're all getting older now
And we all play a part in it
Innocence is falling, can you hear them calling now?
But I'll be by your side until the end

Me loves that song :) Mayday Parade is like, one of my favourite bands so when Mom told me that I couldn't go see them this summer with All Time Low I totally got angry at her. She's so mean to me!!!! *wails* 

Anywho, enough about that. I haven't written anymore of Untitled. Sorry Ann, no Colin just yet! But he'll be here soon enough, I promise! 

Damn, I don't think I've even blogged this consistently before. Let's see if I can keep it up!  

There's More!

So I wrote some more of zee story today. It's not alot, but I'm now promising to post whatever I've written as soon as possible! So yes, you have that to look forward to! (It's not even that great)


Chapter 1 cont.

Showing up at my girlfriend's house at three in the morning was becoming a habit for me. She didn't mind though; living on her own gave her the right to have people over at odd times. She had turned eighteen a few months before me. The day of she'd moved out and gotten emancipated. That was in May, so she'd been running her own business for about three months.   

She knew I'd probably show up sometime around two and four so she left the door unlocked then. I snuck in and walked to the kitchen, where I knew she would be.

“Thank you very much,” She said. “Yes, I'll have it for you tomorrow; you can pick them up then. Thank you! Bye.” She hung up the phone and saw me. “Hi Lysander,”

“Hey Jess,” I said. She picked up the icing bag on the counter and continued icing the cupcake closest to her. I was pretty sure they were for my birthday. There were slightly oversized too, so she could write messages on them. I stood behind her and looked at them.

Some said simple things like, “Happy Birthday” and “I ♥ Lysander” but there was one that was quite odd. I pointed to it.

“What's that one?” She looked up.

“Which one?” I continued pointing.

“The one that says 'ILYMTWCS'. What does that mean?” I asked her. She blushed.

“Oh,” She said quietly. And then in the same volume she said, “I love you more than words can say.”

            I blinked. Things were getting really awkward between us now; it was like she knew I was going to break up with her. There was no way she could’ve known about me running away though, since it was a spur of the moment thing.

            Jess was a wonderful girl, of course. But since she was a part of the cheerleading squad she felt like she had to do all she could to fit in with them. Even if it meant dating me secretly. None of her friends knew about her emancipation, or her baking.

            I looked at her. “I came to tell you something.” She smiled at me.  The lighting in the room made her skin look even paler than it was.

            “I’m leaving.” I told her.

            “What do you mean?” Jess wiped her hands on her apron and ran over to me. “Where are you going? Why?”

            “I don’t know where I’m going yet.” I told her. “And I just feel like it. I want to get out of this hellhole.” Not the complete truth, but it was all she needed to know. It would make sense to tell her about my parents since she hated hers but there were just some things I couldn’t tell her. Like about how she was such a bitch to everyone when with her jock and cheerleader friends.

            “You think somewhere without me would be better than here?” She asked, her voice slightly cracking. She always lived for drama, which is why she fit in with them better than me.

            When I didn’t answer right away she gasped. “You do think that, don’t you?” I said nothing. “Well, I don’t think here would be better without you. Or anywhere without you for that matter!”

            I turned away from her and considered the possible consequences of my next move.

            When I turned back she was throwing all the cupcakes away. I frowned at her.

            “Does that make you feel better?” I asked out of curiosity.

            “I hate you Lysander.” She told me, flipping me the finger. I could tell there were tears in her eyes though.

            “Then in that case, yes, Jessica.” She wiped her tears away with the backs of her hands.

            “Anywhere would be better without you.”

XXX

Thank you to Sarah/Ann/You have to tell me what to call you or I'm going to keep on doing things like this! for helping me develop Jess's character :) You're a great co-author!