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[a la grapefruit]

Random spazztastic question that only I can hear as she pushed the notebook back towards me ;

She's happy I'm going?
She's happy I'm going?
She's happy I'm going?
Why would she be happy I'm going?

( and i couldn't help but smile smile smile
as my heart literally flew and i was so happy
because she's happy i'm going, and crap
that's crazy because she's the most popular
girl at metro high and she would only date
someone like brad or someone higher up
on the food chain and i'm just an art nerd
who just happened to be friends with a jock
or something like that and
i really need to stop thinking and chill
out because i'm like the only teen that's
going to be there so she's happy i'm going
so she'll have someone to talk to because those
balls are so so so so boring )

Random lovesick answer that only I can hear ;

well.
i'm happy she's going too because
i'velikedhereversincefreshmanyearinhighschool.
and brad knows it.

Bell rings, I pick up my things,
wave goodbye to Sunny and I'm out of there
before Harrison can hold me back so he can scold me
about being late and how my mother was
never late to his classes and she was such a great
student, and how he's
not suprised that she's such a success, but he
is suprised that she pushed out such a slacker of a
son and dear god how did I ever get into college.
And I find myself everytime I get caught by him, I
just want to scream in his face -


Art you a*****e,
I got in for ART.



But eehh. Don't want to cause drama, I'm
already in enough trouble with my mom, don't
want to get expelled for beating up an eighty-four year
old herbologist who just had the bad luck to
have a mouth to a worst person ever. s**t, I know
he'll get his eventually, in a bar fight or something,
that'd be great, and then maybe Sunny could teach
the class because I swear, she knows more than
anyone in this room about every plant ever
created ever. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a
little bit, but hey, she knows more than me.
( which isn't saying much )
ALKJSDF. I'm just going to stop thinking,
Less thinking.
More flying.
I plan to get completely smashed at the
ball tonight because what else is a
freshman in college supposed to do, right?


So, I'm flying flying RUNNING because
my mom is already home and already coating on
the make - up because she seems to think
Cleopatra just laid it on like it was the
end of the world tomorrow, and I can smell
the ******** perfume as I climb the stairs, and
she tells me that I better hurry or else we're
going to be late even though it's not until
nine in the evening. So I've got like,


EIGHT HOURS


So I'm lazing about before I have to get
in that ridiculous get up my mother is making wear
so I'm going to end up looking like some pansy
with armor and angel wings and a mask


" ARCHANGEL MICHAEL "
my mom told me as she pushed the
bag in to my hands.
I hate it and it's sooooo stupid.


But Sunny's happy I'm going and that's
all that matters right about now. Seriously.


This impatient message is brought to by ;
NOLAN

GOTTA LOVE THAT FACE.

[Bananners]

I’m on my fifth cup of coffee.

I can feel the artificial energy
coursing through my veins,
and I swear the caffeine must be
bouncing around my in blood stream or something
because I felt like I was shaking,
and my leg was bouncing up and down
even faster than usual.

So this should probably be my last cup, too.

Except, I’m kinda tired,
because I hadn’t been able to sleep
the night before.
Even though I tried to—
and I did try,
turned the lights off and laid in bed
and everything,
but I just felt so eNeRGiZED
that I couldn’t stay still.

So I had rolled out of bed
and gone outside—
it had been a hot night,
muggy and humid—
______and I’d taken off
____________running.

(Except, I couldn’t run fast,
not fast like I always want to
becausetherewerepeopleeverywhere
even at night,
and if I’m running too fast,
I can’t control myself very well.)

and I run the risk of running into someone.

And that would be a bad day,
for me and whoever I’d run into,
and I just didn’t want to deal with that
didn’t want to
apologize
and explain why I had been going too fast
for the person to see me
and move away.

But anyway, I had gone out for a run,
and I knew that the few people
on the street
were looking after me
thinking I was some kind of criminal or something
because who runs around
at ‘full speed’

[(but not really full speed,
of course,
but I run fast
even when I’m running slow)

for no reason.

(Not enough people,
I think.
I think that if more people
ran just to run
just to feel the wind in their hair
and the slap of the pavement against their sneakers,
I think if people did that
they might be a little bit happier,
or at least in better shape.)

And I had run until the morning
until the sun had come up,
and then I’d realized that I was

so tired

and I’d seen this coffee shop
and gone inside,
and I’d been there since, like,
8:30 that morning.
(It’s a good thing that they have
two free refills
per cup
on black coffee here,
because otherwise,
I’d be spending way more money
than I can actually afford to.)

But I need to get going soon,
because I feel like I’m
vibrating
and that cannot be
a good sign.

So I get up
and I leave;
I head towards the beach
since I have nowhere else to go

(Plus, the beach is
pretty far away from here,
and maybe a good
long
run
will make me stop
vibrating
or whatever.)

And it feels so good to run,
and even though I’ve always known that
I’m still a little bit surprised
every time
at how good it feels
to run fast.

I have so much extra energy
bouncing around in me
from those five cups of coffee
that I’m running faster than I should
(but I don’t notice,
cos I’m on the street instead of the sidewalk
and it’s waay easier to avoid cars
than it is to avoid people).

I’m running so fast, I feel like I’m FLYING.
(andiloveitiloveitiloveit)

Next thing I know, I’m at the beach—
I can feel the sand beneath my feet,
and I bet I’m kickin’ it up
and it’s getting in peoples’ eyes—

shitshitshit.
Maybe no one will notice...?

and before I can stop
I’m in the water,
and I’m splashing everybody

which makes me feel really guilty

and I finally S T O P
when the water is up to my waist

it’s a really good thing that it’s harder to run in water
than on land
because I can’t swim
and I was having some serious trouble
stopping.

I’m kind of panicking now
because, s**t,

I should have slowed down
like three blocks ago,
and now my only hope is that people
won’t notice that I was the one
who was kicking up the sand
and splashing them
and whatever.

Ireallyhopethatnoonenotices.

[a la grapefruit]

TIME SKIP.
IT'S NOW 9PM.

CHECK THE SETTING PAGE
TO SEE WHERE YOU SHOULD BE,
YES?

[e c l i s p e d - - -MOON]

and his smile makes me feel
like i just died and went to heaven
and i wonder if i could ever be the kind
of girl Nolan would date, someone talented,
artsy, poetic, poised, beautiful
(and i dont think i was any of these
sadly, mother thinks im only suitable
for the the very rich snobs or the
jock type)

and as he waves goodbye i wonder
if he has ever noticed that ive liked
him since of was in grade eight
even though we didnt go to them same
school
(i saw him at event while hiding behind
my mom dress and thought he was so
cutecutecute)
and i had been so estatic when i found
out we went to the same highschool
(because we had home room in grade nine,
english) and my crush turned into love

(and i know its kind of creepy that
i could love someone i barely know
but ive watched him from afar and
im just really shy,
im surprised i managed
to ask him about the ball today)

however highschool is never friendly
and i never got to get close to Nolan
(damn my lack of artsiness)
and was instead drawn into the whirl
of popular girls
(and i hated it because i didn't like
to be the center of attention)
and i was often peer pressuredinto
dating a couple jocks (like brad, but lucky
my
"friends" never made me go out
with him) every year but they never
lasted long because i wasn't what
they wanted and they got bored
(was i really that boring?
maybe they would of found me
more interesting if
i had brought them home to meet Stripes
but i never liked any of them enough to
do that because ive only had eyes for
Nolan)
so highschool blew by and my only
solace was some how i ended up in
a lot of Nolan's classes
(was that because i took a bunch
of art type classes despite being horrible
at them?)
and that was always pure bliss
so now we both end up going to Metropolis
University and i finally stopped taking art classes
(because i wasn't getting anywhere and Nolan
might wonder why someone pitifully horrible
at art was still taking art class so instead ive
focused on math, biology/ecosytems and plants and herbology classes)
and by luck
Nolan took one of my classes
and that made me so
happyhappyhappy


but back to the present and class
is over and Nolan is out the door
and he ever waved
at me! and a smile
to myself and gather myself, chat with
mr. Harrison was ten minutes about todays
class to get a little more details on the plant
we were talking about today
(because i wanted desperately to
try and grow one with my ability and needed
to learn a little more about it and i would give
it to mr. Harrison as a gift and don't call me a
suck up, im nice)
and then im out the door
and on the steps outside and a white limo
pulls up for me and i wonder why my mom
won't let me drive
myself or at least have
our driver drive well, a less inconspious car
and im on my way home where mother probably
is getting ready a billion hours before the ball
(and ill probably be forced by mother to
get all pampered and dressed up and it will
take the full
eight hours there is to the ball)

so as soon as im in the door at home
just as im petting
Stripes since he loves
to meet me at the front door and tackle
me my mom is clammering around me

"up up now darling, we have to get
you ready for the ball, so many boys
are going to be there!"


and i know my mother only means
well but i wish she would just let
me control my own love life
(NolanNolanNolan)
but i just sigh as i follow
her into the beauty parlor, and
yes my mom basically has a whole spa
in the house complete with staff
and these blond girls are giggling
as my mom instructs them to
strip me and give me the full pamper
treatment and she annouces she will be
back in a few hours with my costume and
to instruct the hair stylist and make up
personal what to do when we get to that
stage and i feel my cheeks heat up as the
girls strip me down to nothing and then
for the next four hours im stuck in mud baths,
massages, steam rooms, doing masks, pedicures,
manicures, full body scrubs, jaquzzi
and when im
finally wrapped up in a fluffy white towl im pleaing
to god
(just kill me already, pleasepleaseplease)


and now my mother as come back flanked
with bitchy hair stylist and bitchy make up
artist (who both hate me because to them
i dont appreciate their work) and immediately
bitchy hair stylist is working on my hair
for the next two hours turning it into
perect styled curls swepted up eglantly
with some still framing my face with small
yellow and red flowers mother picked from
my garden
(and killed them and i feel
really sad because those
flowers are like
my babies)
interwined in my hair and now
bitchy make up artist is luckily not putting
to much make up on my because my mom
knows im beautiful (hah, yah right) with out
it so my eyes are lined with yellow kohl
and my eye lids swept with bright green eye shadow
and my lips painted a ruby red
and i think we're
almost done and now i just have to pull on this costume


---

and now we're at the ball and inside
the limo im
hypervenalatingbecause i
hate public events but i always have
to go to them and the only good part
is that i always get to see Nolan at them
but how am i going to find Nolan with
everyone wearingcostumes? maybe
he'll be with his mom who will be
fighting with my mom and then it
will be easy to find him
(very very easy because other mothers
could get very loud)
and now mother is handing me my mask
to go with my costume before i step out
the limo and i slip it on and at the same time
slip in the flower
i manged to grow, the one
from my class
because it is so beautiful, into
my hair and i hope Nolan doesn't recgonize it
and nerviously step out
and immediately
camera's go off and im
forcing out this smile as a walk beside my mom
inside and im hearing comments from the men
we've passed like (she's hot, wow i want to
bang her, i wouldn't mind her mother was the mayor
if that thing was with her) and i feel like throwing
up and i wish mother had let me come as like a ghost
with a sheet over my head (even if its not a halloween
ball) but instead im stuff wearing this short sleeveless pale green
dress
with bright yellow tightsand shoes that look like roman
sandals with wings on them and gold bracelets on my
wrists like the romans and then a solid mask that
wrapped around my face with a red ribbon and it
had the sun and moon
decorating it in a certain fashion
and i felt like i stood out to much

and now my mother was chattering with some ladies
and she hasn't noticed that ive
slipped off before
she can start introducing me to suitable guys and im
hiding in the shadows
hoping i can spot Nolan
(but that might be hard since everyone is
wearing costumes)

[Dame a la Powell Estate_x]

the__tea__was__like
H__E__A__V__E__N

[ [ i seriously didn't know that one was allowed to love a beverage this much. ] ]

most of the day was spent completely goofing off.
we watched a little television, talked a bit about
what was going on with both of us, etc.
[ [ was it scary how much i enjoyed the simplicity of it? ] ]

before we knew it, the clock struck nine.
anni was still trying to convince me to go to that
car show. somehow she was convinced that the
only thing i needed in my life was a kickass car.
[ [ would i be perfect then? homecoming material? ] ]

" i'm not really that big of a car person. "

[ [ that was my big defense? good going V. ] ]

it was true though.
the only semi-cool car i'd owned was
when i worked for them, and
though i really didn't want to relive
painful memories, i could never
forget that gorgeous paint job, the
classic leather interior and the smell
of tabacco and mint that just seemed
to linger. it was a '67 chevy impala.
andthefirstandlasttimeiwasinlove

" besides, what's your plan? you get us phased through into the locked cars, i jumpstart them with a little zap? "

[ [ hey, that wasn't too bad for a girl that normally doesn't do plans. ] ]

[Mister Soda]

an alarm on my phone goes off suddenly
and i know what it means: it's nine o'clock.
i can't help sighing in relief at my blessed timing
taking a minute before my departure to
check the hall for any lingering vehicles.
there are none, of course.
i never screw up. never have never will.
a light flickers on in a hallway
my heart begins to pound.
no one was supposed to be here until the guests entered.
'security' measures, scoff-able to me.

i'm in the hall, an obese man's back a couple meters away.
i'm right behind him, silent as a ghost as i reach for his throat.
i've had a lot of practice with this, so his neck breaks cleanly
and the janitor topples over squirming
his final twitch of life accompanied by a shocked glare in my direction.
what do i do, confronted by this murder?
my lips twitch, twisting into a grin.

"No one is ever going to stop me, isn't that marvelous?" I coo, crouching down beside him.

a final gurgle and he lies still, eyes glassy.
cautiously, i pull a rag out of my pocket
wipe at his neck where my hands had been
grasp the body's shoulder.
it takes me a split second to move
from the middle of the mediterranean to the dreary hall.
i don't take a single step
and i'm in the security room.
my tape is still running smoothly on the monitors
each one a different angle of the 'cars'.
but i might run late! time to get touched up.

"Sounds busy out there. Can't keep them waiting."

i'm back in my penthouse, pitch black darkness
but i can feel the drawers of my dressing room.
a suit directly above them is silky to the touch
and i begin to pull off my current suit
in exchange for the better fitting, better made copy.
the bathroom, this time i flip on the lights
my razor, toothbrush, cologne all sit ready.
the whole process takes me about five minutes.
straightening my tie and brushing off the front of my jacket.
i'm in a limo now, the driver tapping his steering wheel agitatedly.
i called for him to meet me at the expo hours ago.

"Thanks bud," i say in a 'cheery' voice. "Sit tight, we'll be leaving soon!"

the car windows are heavily tinted, the doors sound proof.
i step out into the flashing of cameras
loud, booming voices of self-important

CELEBRITIES

EXECUTIVES

POLITICIANS.

i invited everyone to this event, and no one ever said no to me.
money talks!
a gaggle of media hounds gather at my feet
shooting questions at me, blinding flashes obscuring everything
several guests i don't recognize shake my hand
toothy smiles, italian suits, silk dresses, perfume and cologne.

"Hello. Hey! Nice to see you, Governor. I'm honored you came. Bill! Nice specs. Oh...hello Father. Yeah, god bless you too," I addressed this last man, one of those media friendly cardinals, in a droll tone and quickly got away from him.

i walk through the crowd of celebs,
a path clearing magically for me,
compliments of nearly fifty rent-a-cops.
i notice beautiful women, powerful men,
famous actors, successful entrepreneurs.
they all steal a glance at me and...
i bask in it, this glory and attention.
this is the biggest event i've ever held.
and it's just a huge set-up.
i'm ready for the repercussions,
the auto manufacturers pissed at me
for losing some of their finest creations.
it's all rushing at me, inevitability mixed
with the sweet taste of victory.

the security on this place was ridiculously tight.
they couldn't blame me, i was Milo Rowley.
i controlled more influence with fine society
than any two of them put together.
looking back at the cameras and journalists,
i wait until security forces them out of the crowds.
that's one thing that could prove damaging;
media coverage.

[a la grapefruit]

Super bitchy teenage question that only I can hear as my mother pushes me around ;

Why is my mom being such a b***h tonight?
( I mean, more than usual, of course. )
Is it because Miss Uber-Nice Rogers is coming to the ball?
Seriously?

( i roll my eyes as she pushes me around,
pulls my resistant hair into 'place' only to have it
fall right back over my completely unamused
face at which my mom whaps me on the shoulder,
which looks ridiculous because she's like two heads
shorter than me so i'm looking down at her, all pissy
and she wants to put make - up on me? ohhhh
hell ******** no, i'm not her dress up doll, i'm not
her pet. dammit. no. the only reason why i'm not skipping
this whole thing is because sunny's going to
be there and i'm "grounded" or whatever. mom
stomps back downstairs and i sigh, walking
back to my room to get dressing in my stupid outfit. )

Random annoyed answer that only I can hear ;

because she's a perfectionist.
because she knows Miss Uber-Nice Rogers is going to
win the election unless she
pulls something out of her nonexistant a**.

I make a face an grooooooan at
the pieces of armor I have to wear, and I start to
dress up or else my mom won't let me do anything
for the rest of my mortal life. So I slip on the chain-mail,
( real )
and the chestplate,
( also real ),
and she expects me to put on the gauntlets,
kneepad-things and all the rest of it?
( all uber real, and uber ********
heavy ) I don't think so. No.
I hop into a pair of beat - up jeans and decide
that the gauntlets are ok, so are the
shoulder thingies, but everything from
the hips down? Jeans and my "signature"
r e d converse that I've been wearing
since junior year of high school. I'm known by
them now, and I guess I've grown attatched to them.
I sigh and pick up my cellphone, dialing
Brad's number and he immediately picks up
and is like -


Yo bro, wussup?
You ready man? Sunny's going to be at the ball.
s**t! No way bruuh? ******** man, you pickin' me up right?
Yeah, of course man. Don't be too ******** up when we get there, alright?
I'm not like that~ [super loud laughing] Yeah, see you in ten.
-click-


Yes, it's that simplistic.
I slip on the faggy wings and walk down the
stairs where my mom is waiting like a good
mother and when she sees me, it looks
like she's about to claw out my throat
but HA HA HA,
YOU CAN'T MAKE ME CHANGE.
UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE LATE
SO -

[******** YOU
******** YOU
******** YOU

So I pushed past her and directed our
driver to Brad's house where he popped out of his
house in such a fitting outfit ( a fool ), and
my mother couldn't look more disgusted.
But whatever and Brad was like ; "Yo,
is Sunny really going to be there."
I nod and Brad is like ; "Man,
she's really hot, am I right."
I nod, and face the most heated glare
from my mother I've gotten in years.
She hisses at me to put on my [********]
mask of metal and she gets out of the car to
face the bright flashing lights. I put on my mask,
and follow my mom with Brad riiight behind me.


I grab a drink and pretty much hold on
to it like it's a floatie and I'm drowning, while
Brad is out on the prowl for girls

SUNNY


So I'm just going to chill, right here
by the drinks, and totally get ******** up
on my mom's dime. Sounds like a
plan, right?
I think sooo.


This devious message is brought to by ;
NOLAN

GOTTA LOVE THAT FACE.

[a la grapefruit]

Veronica is the best guest I've had in
such a longlonglonglong tiiiime. She enjoyed the tea,
we chatted along like good people, normal polite tea-loving people.
Then it was nine, and I swear to god,
I forgot how completely hard-headed Vee
was and still is. Because dammit, she needs a
kickass new car that will blow all of them away. Seriously.
( also, I really needed to steal something expensive
because ******** it, my last heist sucked and I
need to prove something to myself. )
So I ignored her snippy comment and
pulled her up from the couch and
pulled her all the way to my room where I threw
like ten dresses at her and told her she had
free call over jewelry and to hurry up
or else we'll be late. I heard Milo
Rowley was a man to be impressed.


I can be forceful when
I wanted to be.



Eveeentually, I was slipped into
this amaaazing pale yellow dress (that i stole)
with lace accenting and I stuck on a diamond
necklace along with matching earrings, I left my
hair down and only applied a little make-up
because I believe less is more. I look over at
Vee and nearly die because she's so absolutely


GORGEOUS

In a dress and I can't help but grin
at her pissy face and crossed arms
and god is this what it feels like to be a mom,
because right now I feel like a mom who's totally
worrying after her daughter. But then I totally
squeal like I'm thirteen again and phase her down
to the lobby where I have a limo waiting. She's
still pissed, but whatever. She'll thank me later.


Milo Rowley Wishes For
You, Miss Anastasia Voleur, To Attend
The Car Expo, And Please,
Bring A Friend!
------Milo Rowley

That's what it said on the invite I got, and
I couldn't help but notice how nice his handwriting
was. Shrugging lightly, I flashed the invite at
the guard, with Vee in tow, and I smiled at
Mister Milo Rowley and
shook his hand, telling him thanks for the invite,
and how nice it is to finally meet the famed
philantropist of Metropolis. ( not to mention
most eligible guy ever )

Me and Vee go in
and shuffle into the crowds, mingling for like,
half an hour and totally making friends
with important people and I stop in front of
the drinks for a moment and I pick one up,
smiling at Vee and taking a quick scan to make
sure nobody's looking before
I pull her through the wall and out onto the
car showroom, with a smiling face, I was about
to say "HAVE YOUR PICK DAAHHLING"


BUT THERE WERE NO CARS
HOLY s**t.
NO CARS. GOD ******** DAMMIT.


My smile fades out and I wail out again,
really wanting to kick another podium and I knew.
Oh I knew.
I knew I knew I knew I knew I knew.
The Magician got here before me.
AGAIN.
" Dammit!
When is he going to let me have
something I want! " And I know
Vee is looking at me like I just lost half of my
body, but I'm too busy pitching a hissy fit to
caaaare.


That slap just turned into a kick in
the manly bits. Not even kidding.

[e c l i s p e d - - -MOON]

im so bored that i want
to claw my eyes out but
at least no one has noticed
me yet and i wonder if i
can slip out and grab a drink
unnoticed and i decided it probably
wouldn't happen
(because my mom so obviously
made it so everyone would now
who i am)
but im so thirty so im moving as fast
as i can in a poised way and im pouring
myself a glass of punch
(strawberry flavoured, my favourite}
and i try to sneak back to the shadows
but drat, it seems ive been spotted

"SUNNY, HEY SUNNY! OVER HERE!"

i hear a fimiliar voice calling and turn around
slowly prayinghopingcraving for it to be Nolan
but instead its Brad
(and why the hell is he here? oh, he's probably
with Nolan) and im putting on that fake smile
which turns real as i spot Nolan behind Brad
because his signature red coverse shoes are
something i've been seeing for a couple of
years and i want to go to Nolan
(and i curse Brad in my mind)
but Brad is beside me asking to dance
and i can't refuse even though i smell
alcohol on his breathe i guess had been
drinking before Nolan picked him up
and i try hard not to flinch when
i smell is breathe and he leads me out
to the dance floor and im sneakingsneakingsneaking
glances at Nolan but Brad demands my attention
and i don't like where his hands are
(on my a**)
but im to shy to ask him to remove them
and i respond
automatically to all the questions
he's asking my and one particular stands out

"Want to come outside with me?"


and i can't say no so i follow Brad
out (and i don't like that he's leading me
by holding my hand) and look back to
catch a glismpe at Nolan and feel a little
betrayed because he promised he would
be here to talk to me
and now me and brad are outside in the gardens
that surrond the grand ball building and he's leaning
in closer to me and i know what he is thinking and
i dont like it and as his lips move closer to my face,
touch the sides of my lips i try to push him away
(but he's a jock and he's to strong)
and i don't like where his hands are roaming
and i curse my mom for making this costume
to tight and there are tears leaking out of
my eyes and my crys are muffled by Brad's
lips and i really wished this was Nolan
instead of Brad and i wish my knight in
shining armour would come to save me
but this isnt a fairy tale and im not a princess
although i do need rescuing

[Dame a la Powell Estate_x]

okay, so anni can be forceful, i'll give her that
i was gonna give in eventually because even
though a kickass car won't make me like all
the other girls, at least i'll have some amount
of envy from people.

[ [ and envy is definitely something you want as far as i'm concerned ] ]

so as i'm dragged into her room it is a complete
blur of dresses, jewelry and shoes that i might
be completely jealous of. i mean sure, my wardrobe
is quite impressive as well, but c'est la vie!
youalwayswantwhatyoucanthave

i grabbed a dress from the pile and pop
into her bathroom to do everything that needs
to be done. the one i chose? it's a blue strapless
summery dress that accents my eyes quite nicely
if i do say so myself! the shoes are black, wedge
heels and easy to run in if push comes to shove.
my hair gets thrown up in a twisted ponytail, a
dash of lip gloss from my purse as well as a
diamond bracelet that i snagged from her stash.
and as i stepped from her bathroom, i must admit
that the two of us look
S T U N N I N G


as stunning as i look though, i've never really been
a dress kinda girl. with all that breeze, sorta feels
a bit awkward. still, anni is beaming at me like
father christmas and it seems my only choice
at the moment is to shock the hell outta her
grin and bear it. i hate that the persuasive girl
still has power like this over people, even me.

[ [ and if you can't tell, i'm not one that's usually persuaded very easily ] ]

" well i think we look like quite the hotties. "

her response is to grab me by the arm and now
we're suddenly in the lobby, limo parked casually
out front. we gain an off look from the man at the
door, as in wherethehelldidyoucomefrom, but
it's passed with a smile. and before you know it
we're flashing her invite to the guards and now
we're in. from the size of this place, the amount of
high class snobs, i'd say this man is living quite
large. that's always a good thing when you're going
to steal some cars.

the man we're introduced to makes my blood run cold
it's the boy from before, the one in front of the elevator,
WHO__CALLED__ME__UNPROFESSIONAL
i resist the urge to smack the grin off his twirp face for
anni's sake and the fact she probably doesn't want
to get thrown out of this party empty handed. instead,
i mask my surprise, manage a polite smile and make
sure i send him a deadly look when my friend's back is
turned. knowing that we're stealing from that guy makes
this victory a bit sweeter.

there seems to be a problem though, for the minute
that we phase through the wall, there is nothing. anni
starts yelling about someone else or something, but
i'm not really paying attention. something doesn't add
up here, but what is it?! i feel like something is being
screamed in my face

[ [ and i don't mean my friend's screams ] ]

but i'm somehow missing all the signs!
looks like the sweet ride will have to wait...

IHATEBEINGOUTOFTHELOOP

[a la grapefruit]

Drunk-minded question that I think only I can hear;

Yoo?
Does this place have an echo?
Wooooooaaaah, where's Sunny?
Shiiit, where's Bread, I mean, Brad?

( this is like my tenth drink, yes i
can suck them down fast especially on my
mom's watch, i don't know it's like a reflex or
some s**t like that and shiiit i really don't want
to be here, i just want to flyflyfly
around the city and smile in the air and
do like, tailspins or some s**t. i don't know
gaaah. another drink please and i think
i'm effectively ******** up and it feels
so nice so my thoughts are goingtobeallsmashed
togetherinsomeplaces hahah. my mom
looks so piiiissed. ********' a. )

Super lazy answer that only I can hear ;

what?
no.
they're over there dipshit.

the only reason why
ithinkiknow they're over there
isbecause brad would onlybeallover
sunny like that becausehe'slikedher
since as long as i can remember.
anddamn sunny looks reallynicein
that tiiiight dress. hot.
sexy.
ajlsjf. s**t. no.
badthoughts. she likes brad anyway,
because she's anicegirl and wouldn't
let just anyone bealloverher like that
unless she was interested in them.
bread, I mean, brad would be
goodforher because he's going to
make it big in the NFL and

HE'SNOTAFREAK

butican'thelpbutbe a little mad because
we were supposed to talk and hit
it off and get married and livehappily
everafter despite our bitchy a** moms
who would totally be like nonono
but we'd be like YESYESYES
and we'd get married and
livehappilyeverafter wait a minute
deva vu deva vu.


WAITAMINUTE
WHAT AM I THINKING.
BADTHOUGHTS NOLAN, YOURMOTHER
WOULD KILL YOU. ERASETHEM FROM
YOUR MIND.



i take a deep breath and watch
thehappycouple move from the dancefloor
onto the terrace and they're all like
mwahmwahmwah
"iloveyoubrad"
"nosunny,iloveyou"
mwahmwahmwaaaah.
and i'm
dying
every
single
second of it.
********]


ANGSTANGSTANGST


Jealousyrisesinme.
brad always got all the girls,
andit'scrazybecausehe'ssuchadouche.
aaaah, but he's my bestfriendforever
and we've been bestfriendsforever
since like pre-k and that'sfine.
But jealousy is an angry beast,
so I focusfocusfocus and
gravity bubble bradly and make him
like 39847593x slower ( THANUSUAL )
and i smilesmilesmile as sunny's like
"wtf i'm outta hurr bby"
and she totally tears away from him
and
VICTORY IS MIIINE
because she like
runsovertome and i'm totallyconfused
because wtfdoesn'tshelikebradly?
but i'lltake the reallycoolguyfriend
but i see, whatisthat?
tears? what?
tearstearstears messing up such
a pretty face and itotallylosemyfocus
on brad's bubble so now he's
allWTFing and i touch her face and i
can't helpbutthinkhowsoft it is
and i ask " what's
wrong sweetie? " and
did ijustsay sweetie?
lamelamelame.
but i don't thinksheminds at all.
because she hugsmeandstarts
CRYINGCRYINGCRYING
andi'm totally freakingout but i
hugherback and i'm


TOTALLYRELISHINGTHISMOMENTFORTHERESTOFMYLIFE.


This inebriated drunken message is brought to by ;
NOLAN

GOTTA LOVE THAT FACE.

[e c l i s p e d - - -MOON]

no one comes to my aid
though and i continue to be
ravished and im having enough
of this and the earth is rumbling
and brad lets go of me
(not without leaving is mark,
my neck is bleeding from him biting
into it, gross, and my clothing is torn)
and i reallyreallyreally want to kick
him in the balls but im to upset
so instead im running
and my blurry
tear filled eyes
narrow in on Nolan who's standing
at the door entrance and im
rushing to his arms, hugging im
and sobbing because im so
tramatized and i cant even
be happy (and i know i would
be estatic when i looked back on this)
that Nolan's fingers were carassing
my cheek and he asked me what's wrong,
sweetie (he called me sweetie omgimgoingtofaint)
and i didnt care that he had the same breathe
as brad, drunkdrunkdrunk
and he was hugging my back
and taking in a deep breathe as if he was
taking in my scent and i calm down
but feel fear and i whip my head back
and there is brad and he looks
madconfusedscareddisgusted
all at the same time and i cant help but be afraid that he'll
tell Nolan about me secret and Nolan will hate me and wewillneverlivehappilyeverafter
and Brad is coming closer
and Nolan has seemed to taken
in my state and a look of fury is on his face
and then he and brad are fighting and
new tears cascade freely down my face because
i really dont want Nolan to get hurt
and they're making a lot of noise and someone
else is coming outside and s**t it's my mom
and Nolan's mom and man do they look mad
(like two dragon's breathing fire)
and Nolan's mom is
screamingat the fighting boys and my mom
is hugging me asking me who did this to me
and i tell her brad and in the next thing
my mom pounces
pulling Nolan away from
Brad basically attacking him herself and she's
calling authorities and i find myself by Nolan's
side because i don't feel safe without him
right now (and im shivering and wont let them
peel me away from him)
and my mom is frantic
and Nolan's mommy is still seething but understands
my fear it seems and she allows me to stay with
Nolan as we are ushered into a limo quickly probably
before any paparazzi
or other guests know whats going
on and then we're driving for what seems like entirinty
and im clutching Nolan's arm
(holyshitimtouchingNolan)
and its complete silence
in the car and i wonder what Nolan is thinking
and then im guessing we're at his house because it
isnt my house and now im clutching Nolan's
hand standing
in the middle of the entrance with my mouth wide open
and Nolan's mom is barking at me that im allowed to stay
the night (and i swear i hear her mutter 'stupidlittlecuntwont
letgoofmynolanandijusthavetodothisorelseilllookbad)
and im totally stunned
because im in Nolan's house and im going to be spending the night

[a la grapefruit]

Drunk / Worried / WTF question that I think only I can hear;

why is sunny crying?
why is sunny crying?
why is sunny crying?

( but i'm way too wrapped up
in how amazingly amazing i'm feeling
right about now because sunny ******** rogers
is hugging me and not brad and i'm
smiling, and i know she can probably
smell my breath but i'm a good drunk
if there is such a thing but i'm it, i'm nice
i talk more, and oh my god sunny rogers
is hugging me but why is she crying
why is she crying and i'm rubbing her back
trying to make her calm down but then
brad's like get your hands off her ********]
and i see her neck and her clothes and
i'm suddenly pissed off and here's my )

[******** answer that only I can hear ;

SHE'SCRYING BECAUSE OF BRAD.
SHE'SCRYINGBECAUSEOFBRAD.
********]

i let go of miss sunny rogers
and at that moment mybestfriendforever and i
are on thefloor, yellingandscreaming and throwing
punches that reallyhurt and i can feel white on
theleftsideofmyface and
shitshitshit i think my cheek is broken
so i focusfocusfocus and try to slow
him down but i can't focusfocusfocus
so he ends up hittingmelikethreemillion
times in theribs or is it mystomache?
i can't tell.
adrenalineADRENALINEadrenaline.
all i'm seeing is red
alli'mseeingissunny'sbloodonherneck
and how i want to see brads on this pristine
white floor.


hate
hate
hate
hate
********.
********.
punchpunchpunch
********.
********.
hate
hate
hate
hate



bloodBLOODblood



but i'mnotsatisfied when
i'm yanked off him and Miss Uber-Nice Rogers
takes over my job of ******** and my
mom is screaming something at me but
sunnyrogers is at my side and
touchingme
cooingatme
and i'm just smilingsmilingsmiling
and i want to flyflyfly with her,
show her whaticando. but she's
huggingme and i'm wipingtearsoffherface


ANDIMIGHTASWELLBEFLYING



and i'm being pullled into a limo
because my mom is allabout
IMAGEIMAGEIMAGE and if the PAPARAZZI
got a picture me all bloodiedup, i think
she would kill me but it doesn't matter because
SUNNYROGERS is holding my hand
and my mom is so pissed because her voice is is like
CUNTYOUCANSTAYHERE
and i'm like ******** yes.
********
andSTAYINGtheNIGHT.



STAYING THE NIGHT
STAYING THE NIGHT
SUNNY ROGERS IS
STAYING THE NIGHT.

so i'm smilingsosobig and
i showheruptomyroom and tell her that
" y-you can sleep here
and and, i'll be downstairs on the
couch if you need meee. "
and i go back downstairs, and look for my
mom but she's gone because well
s**t i guess maybe she's staying at the
ball for whatevewhateverreason but
idon'tcare so ******** HER. i lay out
on the couch and smilesmilesmile,
turn on the television andand
click it on to the LATENIGHT
cartoons and I sighsighsigh,
rubbing my face, and wincing
asPAINhitsMYspinalCORD.

[********]

This injured message is brought to by ;
NOLAN

GOTTA LOVE THAT FACE.

[Mister Soda]

a young woman approached me to shake hands
and she's familiar, I've seen her at a lot of parties.
she's stunningly beautiful, like all the women here,
except the during the split second i had to study her face, eyes...
the eyes weren't sparkly like a model's
teary like an actress'
hard like a businesswoman's.
they were...surprisingly intelligent, sharp.
i could feel my fake smile slacken slightly
and my lips parted a bit, mouth agape.

a second later and this woman

(annabelle, annie, something like that)

was gone, dragging another woman,
equally familiar looking,
behind her towards the 'garage'.
focusing on the task at hand, I shook myself out of a stupor.
the crowd was still chatting away happily,
beginning to die down as I step up onto a simple stage.
a couple faces turn to look at me, muttering to others
who in turn begin to quiet and give their full attention to me.

"Art comes in many forms," I begin, the speech something I'd memorized the night before. "Now, I could drone on about crap without actually getting to why we're all here drinking; laughing; socializing." I nod at familiar faces in the crowd in front of me, my facade obviously convincing as everyone starts smiling or chuckling. "The art I present to you today...comes...in the form of..."

"AUTOMOBILES!"

the showroom doors slide open, to reveal a brightly lit room
and just as i predicted, the audience gasps in horror.
the beautiful 'garage', filled with circular stages,
tables that were beginning to fill with orderves brought in by the staff,
and not a single automobile in sight.
two women, anna-watchamacallit and another,
stood there, the center of attention and quite bewildered.
i'm shocked as well, and my eyes widen.
studying the two more closely, something begins to dawn on me,
particularly the fact that one of the two women had been at the heist.
it looks like i have myself some lovely, very lovely, scapegoats.

security reads my mind as they rush forward to grab the two women
but my gut sinks; scapegoats are good, but not when one of them

SHOOTS LIGHTNING ~ ~ ~ ~

my guests are still despairing, my cell keeps buzzing, ringing
i can't stop security now, even if they're rushing towards certain death.
people would disapprove, suspect if i stopped the arrest,
and a super assault at my show would definitely make front page.
then again, my chances of hosting another one of these...fake fests
were null, zip; which is fine with me, the reward was compensation enough.

"Exit stage right. And tell security to take the two women down to the boiler room. I want to...talk before the authorities get here. Got it? Good, do it," I mutter this all to an assistant, a young man who immediately begins giving orders over a headset that seems permanently attached to his head.

i get into my limo, and the driver isn't there.
that's good news for me, and i jump to
the aforementioned boiler room.
i don't have anything to actually say to the girls,
it's just for show, seem intimidating
to the rest of my guests.
make sure they know Milo Rowley means business.

Kinda.