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Project Drama [Part 23]

 

Recap: In no time at all they were back in Newport.

 

Jessica’s P.O.V

 

It was raining hard by the time Shaant and I arrived back in Newport. I told him I wanted to enjoy it a little bit so we stayed outside we ended up going to the park. It was silent as we were sitting on the bench at the park as raindrops hit us hard. I tried to hold my breath and not even breathe because I didn’t want to break the silence. When I noticed I really shouldn’t have I tried to exhale slowly, so it didn’t look like I was having asthma problems. My heart wanted to stop. I tried to remember that I was Josh’s girlfriend but for some reason I felt way more shaky around Shaant then Josh. When I was around Josh it seemed a bit too comfortable. Shaant’s wonderful unexplainable hair gracefully flew in the air. I felt like I was going to collapse.

 

“Jess?” He questioned sweetly. I guess I was staring too much as I was thinking.

 

I shook my head a bit and replied, “Uh, yeah?” He just chuckled and mumbled a low, ‘never mind.’ I smiled and tried to look away. His hair continued to wisp in the air as did mine, but I didn’t have a crush on my hair did I? No. I didn’t know what to say. The cold air got cooler and the park bench froze underneath.

 

Shaant finally said, “It will probably start to get dark soon and you haven’t eaten. That’s probably why you’re so sick you haven’t eaten in awhile just had a lot to drink.”

 

“Well, I’m not very hungry.” I grinned, giggling. He rolled his eyes with a little smirk.

 

“You have to be! C’mon how about I take you to dinner? Just as friends, of course,” he offered sweetly. My jaw dropped…figuratively. I thought he’d never ask…

 

“I guess that’s a no,” he took my ‘not replying for about an hour just staring at him in amazement’ face in a different direction. “You probably…feel uncomfortable without Josh and stuff.”

 

“Actually I feel okay – comfortable. And come to think of it I am actually sort of hungry. Why not?” I replied with a smile.

 

He smiled back. “Then let’s hurry because I’m freezing!” He spoke with a laugh. I laughed too and just remembered my cheverlot was at my house. We started to sprint to my house (because we got a taxi to the park) but right when we were supposed to turn left he grabbed my hand gently and pulled me toward the right as we turned the corner.

 

A few houses down we saw a big white house. 4 stories? I’m not quite sure. His hand got warmer and almost burning when we got inside the house, It felt beautiful and homey when we got inside. Shaant slid off his shoes and so did I. He walked up a bit more and then turned left. I followed behind.

 

“I’m thirsty, are you?” He finally spoke. I shook my head lying. But he could tell by my hard breathing that I was thirsty. So he got two cups of ice cold water.

 

“I’ll give you a tour of my house and then I can go get some clean sweat pants.” He exclaimed. I nodded my head drinking the cool water. Now I knew it was his house.

 

When Shaant and I were finished with the water, he grabbed my hand again gently and we walked into the living room. About 6-7 superior looking paintings of lilies and violets hung on the white stone walls.

 

“Violets and lilies are my favorite flowers.” I stated. He smiled and agreed saying they were his too. There was a flat screen shut off with a stereo right beside it. It was playing classic symphony or some kind of Beethoven. “Classical?” I said surprised. He ran over and shut it off quickly.

 

He cleared up, “My mom’s…” I giggled.

 

When we got up to the second story Shaant directed me to his bedroom. He put his hands over my eyes as the door creaked open. Then he slowly removed his hands off my eyes.

 

His room was absolutely divine. He had This Providence, The Hush Sound, Jimmy Eat World, Less Then Jake and almost all Fueled By Ramen band posters out there. His room was a baby blue-ish color. He had a lime green apply laptop. Mine was just a black Toshiba. And then he had a king-sized bed and another flat screen imported in the wall. He had tons of Death Cab For Cutie tee-shirts laying around. He had a desk with a lot of stacks of I’m assuming lyrics…he told me once before he wrote them.

 

“Are these lyrics?” I asked.

 

He smiled so brightly I couldn’t even tell if it was a smile…

“Yes.” I then asked him if he wrote them and he smiled brightly again replying with the same answer as the last. I read silently for a moment the lyrics until he grabbed it away from me.

 

“Hey!” I shouted.

I finally grabbed it and read it out loud, “I got birds in my ears and a devil on my shoulder and a phone to the other and I can’t get a hold of her. What’s a crush to do?” I stopped. It was silent for a second. “You’re good at writing lyrics…” I trailed off. It was uncomfortable. Then I asked, “Who’s your inspiration?”

 

“You.” he said flatly looking away.

 

I grimaced. “Me?” I giggled with a confused look on my face. Then I slipped out, “why?” Why was I bringing on the subject?

 

“Well,” he started to talk but then hesitated and closed his lips shut. I just stood there looking deeply into his extravagant green eyes that couldn’t lie. I wanted to look away but my eyes wouldn’t move. They wouldn’t budge or give in. When he did look at me it was for a second and he awkwardly looked away. Shaant finally started to talk, “You know my parents are gone…we could order in?”

 

I squinted my eyes and wouldn’t let the subject slide. “Why did you write those lyrics for me?” It was silent. I probably shouldn’t have said that.

 

“You have vacant eyes.” He finally spoke after a long moment.

 

Shaant’s P.O.V

 

I thought so hard. Trying to find the right words to say. Then I thought of what I was going to exactly say and ran it through my head a couple of times. I finally spoke my result, “I know this sounds corny and everything but when I saw you at Blair’s party…you seemed different. The diversity between you and Blair, I was right about it. You are nothing like her, Jess. You aren’t that bitchy. And-and your piercing blue eyes. I have a lot of lyrics I wrote about you and just had you in my head. A lot of folders actually. The lyrics you read off of are pretty recent. They’re for my band, Cute Is What We Aim For.” I breathed inhaling before I said my band name. I continued, “I have more folders for you of lyrics, there are about twenty. I’m pretty sure Josh Farro didn’t write 200 songs about you in three weeks.”

 

Jessica’s eyes were very wide when I ended the last line. “Shaant,” she hesitated for a moment. not knowing what to say.

 

I slowly moved my hand to Jessica’s mouth and covered it. “Don’t speak,” which sounded very cliché. A long moment passed and then I asked, “McDonalds or Taco Bell?”

 

She giggled punching my playfully in the shoulder. “Nice wrecking the moment, Shaant.” She continued to giggle.

 

When we got downstairs and into the kitchen, having a flat screen in every room of the Hacikyan House, I slipped in my band’s C-D and turned it to track four. Jessica sat patiently as I found the number for McDonalds which she later agreed on. Her eyes glittered in the light.

 

“You like it?” I shamelessly asked as it was ringing in my ear.

 

She smiled brightly. “Your recent lyrics?” I nodded my head. When my voice came on she smiled even brighter her eyes glittering more. “You sound so…original. I can’t even basically describe your voice is indescribable.” McDonalds was taking forever to answer. Then I finally hung up and realized it wasn’t McDonalds. I searched for it more.

 

“Shaant the ‘bad’,” she giggled, “boy from Buffalo, New York.”

 

I laughed continuing, “Jessica, the innocent girl from Newport Beach. Homecoming Queen…I heard and cheerleader? Oh and Blair Vaness’s best friend…ewe.”

 

She squinted her eyes. “Ewe?”

 

“Blair Vaness, the prom queen bitch.” I finished off.

 

Jess fled with anger. “She’s my best friend Shaant. I’ve known her for years you know? I’ve known her longer then I’ve known you actually. If you can believe it…since I was seven.”

 

I pretended like I didn’t hear her. I saw her roll her eyes in the corner of my eye as I continued to search for McDonald’s number. Then I spotted it and quickly dialed it. It rung.

 

“I take it you don’t like Josh Farro either.” She said.

 

“No…I don’t.” I remarked rudely. “We have bad history…”

 

“Like what?” She sighed.

 

“Um, the Mc Chicken meal. Sprite. Yeah, 7 up is okay.” I told the guy and then turned to Jess and asked, “What do you want?”

 

“Greek salad, no dressing. 7 up.” She said mechanically, almost like a robot. Then I repeated it to the guy and hung up. I answered Jess’s question, “I stole his silver Hyundai car. And stole his heroin (morphine) from his locker. Josh only came here two years ago. He used to be in New York if you can believe.”

 

Her beautiful ocean blue eyes turned a navy color, well in my eyes it did. Her jaw dropped – literally. She replied stuttering, “You-You stole heroin from him? He-He h-has heroin?” She seemed totally confused.

 

“Yes, Josh get’s stoned occasionally.” I told her truthfully. “Or at least I think he still does. I haven’t seen him for 2-3 years.”

 

She frowned. “You?”

 

“Used to be on it. When I was 14.”

 

“Holy Shaant. You are so stupid!” She snapped. I laughed. “It’s not funny, Shaant.” She got angrier.

 

“Don’t be upset, Jess.” I tried to comfort her putting my hand on her shoulder. “I was a stupid kid. Messed up father.” She was speechless.

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I love the song Touch My Body by Mariah Carey. Get over it Victoria. It owns your mom. 'Touch my body, throw me on the bed, i just wanna make ya feel lyk you never did'. Amazing, I tell you, amazing.

 

Project Drama [Part 22]

 

Recap: Emily Morrison and Katelyn Williams looked stunning.

 

Anabelle’s P.O.V

 

I caught a mesmerizing Metro Station tee-shirt as they left the stage. I blew Tracy Cyrus a kiss and shoved the held on to the shirt tightly, because it wouldn’t fit in my small clutch. The Medic Droid came on the stage and began singing Fer Sure.

 

Andy and I waited as Katie came in with a smile and wearing a Bullet for my Valentine shirt her dad (my step dad) got her for Christmas and a pair of black skinny jeans with her usual converse. I rolled my eyes looking at my white blonde hair plopped down on my light pink strapless short dress that had a big bow at the back on the waist side.

 

“You looked so beautiful.” I remarked. “You looked better then Emily Morrison, I’d say. Katie you were cunning! Not stunning, CUNNING!”

 

She laughed and thanked, “Thanks Ana.”

 

“Yeah, you did look really pretty.” Andy agreed. “But I mean…Emily was looking F-I-N-E man.”

 

“Uh!” Katie giggled punching him in the shoulder and then rolling her eyes. We all went to the food table. Andy and I poured cups of punch with a little alcohol and Katie got cut up cheese and crackers.

 

The sky had a sunset theme and fluorescent lights dove in on the yacht from the stage where The Medic Droid was set up. It was almost eight thirty in the evening. I couldn’t stop glancing at Joe Trohman for some reason who was smiling brightly and kept catching my eye. He was wearing a black tux like all the others were, and he was holding a cup full of punch which I could tell had A LOT alcohol in it too. Ewe he probably likes me, I thought.

 

Andy noticed and teased, “Is that your boyfriend or something? Ana, don’t be a whore now, you just broke up with Justin.”

 

I rolled my eyes pushing him hardly. “Shut up Andy! I don’t like Joe Trohman…he’s so ugly…he doesn’t even shave!”

 

Andy and Katelyn rolled their eyes and grabbed my arms pushing me to Joe. I wasn’t lying, I don’t like Joe. Joe what kind of name is that?

 

“Hello, Anabelle.” He smirked maliciously giving me a hug. I rolled my eyes patting him lightly on the back and then quickly releasing.

 

“Hey Joe…”

 

“You look fine, this lovely evening.” He flirted pushing his head up to me.

 

I sighed pushing him away. “You wish stoner boy!” I snapped walking away from him closer to the bar, Andy and Katie. Irritated, I looked around me to find nobody looking so I grabbed vodka and quickly opened a small door and ran into it.

 

Thankfully, nobody was in it. I ran to lie on the bed. I began chugging down the vodka vigorously.

“Stupid Andy…always messing up things,” I muttered to myself in a low voice. I got up to find a rather big bathroom. I started to pull out eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow and lip gloss from my light pink clutch. I put a thin layer of eyeliner around my eye, mascara on the top and bottom of my eyelashes, a light cote of pink eye shadow and pink lip gloss. I jumped when I heard breathing. I thought nothing of it because it was probably me.

 

Then I heard a thumping noise. I looked around. Nobody was there. Thump. Thump. Thump. Nobody was there as I looked around again. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“Hello?” I called out. I waited a long moment but nobody was there. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“Andy can you please stop bugging me?”

 

No reply.

 

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“ANDY WHA-AHHHHHH!” A dark silhouetted man came to me and put his hand (which had a silk glove over it) over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. He put his other hand around my waist and dragged me to another room. He was wearing a dark black cloak that went over his face and I couldn’t see him.

 

He threw me in a closet beside a shivering girl which looked familiar, she was from debutantes.

He spoke in a screechy, cold, high voice, “What do you know about Hayley Williams?”

 

“N-N-Nothing let me go!” I shouted then let out a scream. He had a tight grip on me. He shushed me.

 

The man asked again in the same screechy voice, “WHAT DO YOU FUCKING KNOW ABOUT HAYLEY WILLIAMS?”

 

“I told you, nothing!”

 

He chuckled in a deep voice. “That’s what she said,” he said pointing to the girl with duct tape covering her mouth and over her feet and hands. She was from debutantes I think it was Mischa. “Now where is she, what do you know about her?”

 

“Sh-Sh-She goes to my n-new school…and my debutante thingy th-th-that’s all I know!”

 

“Pfft,” he said like I was lying which I wasn’t. “WHERE IS HAYLEY WILLIAMS?”

 

“In your crotch…” I spoke with a jocular tone. That made him grab me tighter and this time he pulled out a butcher knife and put it to my neck.

 

“Either tell me where Hayley is or-“

 

“WELL THE ONLY THING I KNOW IS SHE IS DATING ZAC FARRO OKAY!” I finally answered.

 

He put the knife further away from my face and asked, “Who is Zac Farro?”

 

“I don’t know I just started going to Madsen High. He has dark brown hair and  his hair is spiked up; it should be easy to find him. He and his brother Josh are the only ones wearing white tuxes.”

 

He released me throwing me to the ground and ran out of the closet door and locked it.

 

Oh my gosh…

 

Narrator’s P.O.V

 

Beth ran toward Andy and Katelyn who were walking away from Joe and making their way to Beth. Beth let go of her dress (she was holding in just in case it dragged on the ground) as she got to Andy and Katelyn.

 

“Katie you were so beautiful!” Beth gasped. Then looked down at her daily clothes that she usually wears – obviously changed. “Why the hell did you change? I mean even I’m wearing a dress!”

 

Katelyn nodded her head. “I see that, you can change. I’m sure nobody will…”

 

“Why are you wearing skinny jeans? EVERYBODY IS SUPPOSED TO BE WEARING DRESSES!” Claire came out of no where and snapped. “Did all the nerds show up?”

 

“Claire, its ok I’m sure they where just about to change,” Pete gave Katelyn an expression that read, ‘change now or else you won’t be alive tomorrow’.

 

“Yeah-yeah, I was just about to change.” Katie replied fastly. “Like right now, I’ll see you guys around, bye!” Katelyn ran away from them.

 

-

 

It starting to rain really hard. But nobody really cared except for the parents. The band just played louder and party continued

 

-

 

“Josh I just don’t feel good. Blair put too much alcohol in my drink! Would you please just understand?” Jessica continued.

 

“Babe, this is a big party to San Diego. How can I enjoy it without my girlfriend?” Josh asked again.

 

Jessica took a deep breath and responded, “Can you blame it on Blair? She put too much alcohol in my drink!  I know you were excited about going to San Diego in the hotel…we were going to get a hotel room but I just feel sick to my stomach. I told you I can’t drink much.”

 

“Well, I don’t want to go home!” Josh snapped.

 

Emily and Blair rolled there eyes and sighed as so did Claire, Pete, Joe, Shaant and Gerard.

 

“You know I don’t really want to go to San Diego that much. I don’t like drinking either I could take her home.” Shaant suggested.

 

“Why not, Gee?” Josh tried.

 

“NO!” Blair screamed. “Sorry Jess, but y’know how protective I am…”

 

“Yeah, Blair would freak Josh. And I don’t think Gee wants to go home. Do you Gee, would you mind if Shaant took me instead?”

 

“Yeah, Josh Shaant would be a better idea. I wanted to stay.”

 

“Fine, fine. I’ll see you on Monday?” Josh finally agreed with a frown.

 

Jessica frowned. “Awe Josh don’t be sad. I’m going to miss you…how about next weekend when I’m feeling better we can rent a hotel room in Newport?” Jessica said kissing him on the cheek.

 

“Fine. But it won’t be the same…it’s in Newport.”

 

“We can go to Las Vegas!” Jessica tried.

 

“I like it!” Josh said happily kissing her again. “Bye, make sure Shaant doesn’t drink.” Shaant rolled his eyes. Shaant and Jessica slowly together jumped in a boat and the sailor started steering. In no time at all they were back in Newport.

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Shaant and Victoria's fanfic chapter are next. Then I was planning on Bella and Mikey and then maybe Beth and Gee? Advertise my fanfic, or die.

 

Project Drama [Part 21]

 

Recap: “Hi,” I said dully.

 

Blair’s P.O.V

 

“Dissection.” Mr. Peters stated in Biology class.

 

Frankie went into a throwing up posture. My eyes widened.

 

“Dissection?” I repeated, in an unbelieving way.

 

“Now, we have to work out the basic facts. On Tuesday next week we will be practicing dissecting a cow eye and maybe a baby pig’s eye if that works too. The actual dissection will be next Friday when exams start. This of course, will count for a good percentage of your grade.” Mr. Peters explained.

I gaped wordlessly in horror.

 

“I’ll faint and I mean poor animals…” I trailed off.

 

Frankie squinted his face taking a step back from me (because he wasn’t sitting on his black stool) and said, “Poor animals? You eat them all the time.”

 

“No. I make sure the raw fish is out of the sushi before I eat it. AND I mean dissecting…Frankie you’re doing it. I’m not hurting-"

 

“This coming from Blair Vaness?” He said in an unbelievably low monotone.

 

I gave him a glare and mumbled, “Bitch…”

 

He laughed. Mr. Peters just ignored us continuing, “Now I will hand out starter sheets for dissection. They will start to give you information about dissecting all sorts of things. Read it with your partner and keep track of notes and stuff!” he stopped looking at me and Frankie, “please ACTUALLY do it together.”

 

We rolled our eyes and nodded our heads. I festively attempted to grab the sheet whilst Frankie got it first and started to write down everything.

 

“STOP!” I shouted in a sort-of normal voice. Nobody really heard me because everybody was talking loudly.

 

“I’m going to do it…since you think I’m so ‘useless’.”

 

Frankie choked out with a laugh automatically, “You are!”

 

“You’re the dumb one, not me!”

 

“No, you are!”

 

“No, you are!” I shot back at him.

 

He sighed heavily throwing me the sheet. He said, “Just start filling out the Squid Dissection thingy, gosh!”

 

I smiled catching the sheet and reading it in my head.

“Objectives of Squid Dissection?” I questioned.

 

Frankie grabbed the paper and started to read out loud, “Materials needed for Squid Dissection: Squid, Scissors, Toothpicks, Drawing Paper, Forceps, Hand Lens, Small Cups, Dissecting Pan, Paper Towels, Diagram of the Squid, Wash Bottle, Microscope, Dissecting Scopes and for optional resources, slides and slide covers.”

 

I absorbed the information I could. But the only things I could think of was; my yacht party and poor animals being dissected from ME AND FRANKIE!

 

He stopped looking at my expression and frowned. “Sorry Blair…we’re going to have to, to get a good grade. Like Mr. Peters said, it counts for half the percentage of our grade for the next exam. C’mon the squid is going to go to a better place.” He chuckled.

 

I smiled. “Continue…continue…”

 

He continued instructionally, “The procedure. First: Orientation.  Place the squid with the dorsal (back) side up in the dissecting pan. This means put the side with the funnel down and the fin side up. Make sure the tentacles and arms are towards you. Locate the head, eyes, beaks (mouth), arms (8), two longer feeding tentacles, fins, mantle, and skin. Use the hand lens to examine the suckers on the tentacles and arms as well as the spots on the skin, which are chromatophores.”

 

Suddenly, the bell rang. Thank God.

“Frankie?” I asked in a low voice. He turned his head before he ran for the door as everybody else evacuated. He gave me an expression that meant he was listening.

“You know everybody is aloud to come to my yacht party in San Diego. And I mean you’ll probably be invited later by like one of your ‘little’ friends so I might as well invite you know…you can go if you want. I mean we do have to go this whole dissection thing that counts with most of our grade.” I blurted out.

I was being nice…ewe.

 

"Sure...." He spoke in a unevenly voice.

 

-

 

“It’s almost seven o’clock.” Jessica stated as more people started to board my daddy’s yacht. My mum was hurrying all the adults to the bar for champagne and chardonnay. Claire and Amy were giving out free Teen Vogue magazines (the newest issue for the month of November which was in one week). The editors and associates and just everyone involved with Teen Vogue, Madsen High and Cosmo Girl were there. Emily was shivering all over because Claire and her Mrs. Morrison set up a fashion show thingy with my mother and Emily was the last one to go out with the most important Teen Vogue dress, and if Teen Vogue liked it Emily was going to be their next cover girl.

 

“It is...seven o’clock!” I cheered as the butlers began to close all the gates. The yacht in no time at all, began to set sail.

 

“Where’s Emily?” Jessica asked looking around at all the crowded people in the yacht. I shrugged looking around too.

 

“Guess what Jess?” I said changing the subject randomly.

 

She shrugged. “What?”

 

“Josh, Joe, Claire and I got illegal drugs at the party. It’s perfectly hidden from all the adults. I finally got Randolph to get in on it. Luckily, after one week of sobbing he did.” I answered smiling.

 

She sighed heavily rolling her eyes. “Blair, there is going to be cops there! And it’s illegal! And – and I don’t do it! It’s wrong, even your boyfriend thinks so!”

 

“Gee?” I said with a giggle. “I know some times I don’t even know why he’s considered cool…but he’s a sweetheart so that’s a good thing. He doesn’t drink…he doesn’t smoke…he’s so goody good.” I rolled my eyes turning to find Gerard with my mom and dad laughing. “Goody good…” I repeated.

 

Jessica giggled. “Oh chill, Blair. We have to get ready soon. For the fashion show…and we have to get Emily! Which dress are you wearing again?”

 

“I’m wearing Marc Jacobs spring of 2008 collection, dress 56. lera [http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/1337/56leragb7.png].” I answered her. “You know that pretty long black one? Which one are you wearing?”

 

“I’m wearing a long black one too…but mines not puffy at the bottom. It’s like – the silk just goes all the way down. It’s really pretty. [http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/8954/dujuanbw9.png] It’s Du Juan.”

 

“You’re wearing Du Juan?” I questioned with shocking eyes. “I wanted to wear Du Juan! But my dad suggested Lera. And you know, whatever daddy says goes. I think he was yelling at my mom because she wanted me to wear Du Juan…I don’t know.” I said confusingly.

 

Nicole’s P.O.V

 

I stayed a long distance away from Josh Farro. I was clutching Alice’s forearm tightly keeping my eye on Josh. He glanced a few times with a worryingly look. Metro Station had just set up and was starting to play Kelsey as Rheagan came out in a skinny fit, short, periwinkle blue, strapless dress that I was assuming was Louis Vuitton. [http://www.nexteve.com/images/D/F6234a.JPG] She looked beautiful and so grown up it was unimaginable. She caught Patrick’s and my eye and she smiled and waved as she got back, backstage. She signaled me to come backstage. Patrick, Bella and I ran backstage looking for Rheagan. She waved signaling us over. We ran over.

 

“You looked so pretty, are you modeling more dresses?” I asked.

 

She shook her head with a frown. “No, they want everyone to just use one dress. Listen we can’t find Mischa anywhere and she needs to do the last Gucci dress with Emily! Claire, Jessica and Blair can’t find anyone to do it…and we certainly can’t find Mischa anywhere. Would you mind modeling?”

 

Bella and I both shook our heads and yelled at the same time, “NO! NO! AND NO!”

 

Rheag rolled her eyes. “C’mon Nikki and Bells please? This is an important dress and nobody can be missing or else Vogue and Cosmo Girl will get mad and Emily Morrison will go ballistic! She’ll get crazy if this ruins her shot at being the next cover girl for Teen Vogue or Cosmo Girl!”

 

“Hmm…” I looked around and suddenly seeing a girl that I saw the other night at Beth’s house. I smiled. “How about here?” I suggested pointing my head over to her.

 

“Who is she?” Rheagan asked.

 

I shrugged running over to her and grabbed her in unexpectedly way. “Want to be in a fashion show?” I asked the girl quickly pulling her over to Bella, Patrick and Rheagan.

 

“No.”

 

“Well, now you are! What’s your name?” I said throwing her softly to Rheagan who caught her from the back and smiled.

 

“My name is Katelyn Williams…”

 

Rheagan grinned again and replied, “Well, Katelyn Williams you can do one of the most important dresses…with Emily Morrison. Done for it? Well, that doesn’t matter you have to. You look really pretty we can make this happen…”

 

I pulled her black hair out of the ponytail it was in and let it hang out. I brushed it continuously over and over again. By the time I was done brushing it, it looked nice and perfect and soft. Blair Vaness ran over to us and observed her nodding her head approvingly.

 

“Yeah, she’s perfect. Put her in the dress…this is going to be good. Emily can chill out already when I tell her. She needs the midnight gown.”

 

Rheagan nodded her head going through stocks and stocks of dresses and shoes. Rheagan got her leather black boots that went up an inch below her knees. Then she got a 14, 000 dollar worth midnight blue leather gown. [http://www.aprille.org/wedding/images/maid7.jpg]

 

“She’s all set,” Rheagan finally spoke smiling. When Metro Station changed their song (they were on there fourth) Blair Vaness went out in her black puffy dress with Jessica White’s long black silk dress, they went together. Emily Morrison came running out panting.

 

“Hurry up! Hurry up! We’re next Katelyn!” Emily yelled furiously grabbing her arm. Rheagan rolled her eyes as so did Bella and Patrick and I.

 

We ran back outside of the backstage area and back safely were everybody else was on the yacht. We waited anxiously to see how Emily and Katelyn would turn out when Blair and Jess walked out to. Rheagan was shaking because she did Katelyn’s make up. And finally, when they both came out we took a big deep breath and sighed happily.

 

Two words…

 

Emily Morrison and Katelyn Williams looked stunning.

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Testosterone Boys & Harlequin Girls [Part 5]

 

Recap: “What a coincidence.”

 

Brendon’s P.O.V

 

William and Ryan gave us signals to come over. They were with five girls and one guy that I have never seen in my whole entire life. But the girl beside Ryan looked a bit familiar like she was on the plan with us or something. Pete, Audrey, and I sprinted toward them in an incredible mood.

 

“Hey, guys.” Pete greeted.

 

“Hi.” Ryan welcomed. “I wanted to introduce you guys to some new friends of William and me.” Ryan introduced everybody, “This is Brittany,” he said pointing to the girl that looked like she was from the plane, “Moesha, Jill, Samantha, Mike, and Missy.” Then Ryan introduced us, “and this is Brendon, Audrey, and Pete.”

 

I shook everybody’s hands with Missy last. She had intriguing features, which I noticed quite quickly. Her hair was long and choppy and a nice slick black color. Her eyes were a dark yellow hazily color and were very wide, that I wasn’t exactly sure if they were contacts or not. Missy was wearing a long bright yellow shirt that went down to her knees and it had, ‘Drop Dead’ spelt out in a grungy sort of text. She was wearing striped tights with the shirt and black flats with white polka-dots on them. Her face was not much narrowed but was circled beautifully. She was wearing a very light pink lip gloss and thick eyeliner around her eyes with a little mascara which made her eyes stand out a lot.

 

“You know we should all go for supper some time.” Brittany suggested. Ryan nodded his head instantly with a huge grin.

 

“Yeah, great idea Brittany invite strangers that are probably serial killers for supper. They probably want to put drugs or venom in our drinks.” Samantha responded to Brittany’s suggestion quite rudely.

 

I wasn’t offended but William looked a bit mad. Pete and Audrey just chuckled.

 

“Sorry about that, Samantha can be a bitch sometimes. So what do you guys think?” Brittany assured us and then looked skeptically at all of us.

 

I nodded my head and agreed, “Yeah that would be fun. William already bought his laptop and that for college tomorrow anyway, so we could all go.”

 

“So it’s settled. How about we meet at Captive’s Dinner at about six o’clock?” Mike stated.

 

We all nodded our heads and it was settled. We parted out. William, Pete, Ryan, Audrey, and I went to go meet Pete’s parents.

 

3 hours later…

 

Missy’s P.O.V

 

“Oh please just shut up Samantha.” I said annoyingly as we started to walk inside the Captive’s Dinner. She was not a very social person. Brittany on the other hand, hadn’t been getting her usual bitter mood swings. She was all upbeat and happier then I’ve ever saw her before. Moesha and Mike weren’t so excited; stubbornly they wanted to stay home to watch some reality show on MTV.

 

“BRITTANY!” A loud shout came when we got inside the Captive’s Dinner. I giggled as Ryan ran toward us giving her a big hug and shaking our hands once again…were they secretly going out or something?

 

William, Brendon, and Pete the boys we also met earlier gave us a sly wave. We got a huge round table for all of us. I sat by the far end by the window right beside Brendon and Samantha who irritably ignoring William who was on the other side of her. Brittany elbowed her tons of times when we walked in but she just wouldn’t calm down.

 

The waiter gave us our menus and then were off to serve the greedy-looking people beside of us.

 

“We’ve got until seven.” Samantha stated angrily.

 

I rolled my eyes and replied, “One hour…”

 

“So what other colleges did you get into William?” I asked making conversation.

 

He grinned small. “Umm…”

 

“He got in to many actually.” Brendon responded for me with a smirk. “He got in Columbia in Chicago, eh – Yale, Berkeley. So many…”

 

Samantha laughed in a mean way.

“Really? So why would you go to Truro when you could go to an Ivy League school?”

 

William didn’t reply he just went pale.

“How’s ready to order?” A voice came from behind me, the waiter probably.

 

“Give us a few moments, would ya’?” Samantha said rudely.

 

Everybody read off their menu’s and soon enough they ordered.

 

“I have to go to the facilities. Missy?” Samantha announced quickly giving me a sharp eye.

 

I shook my head. “But I don’t have to go?”

 

“Yes, you do,” she gave me another sharp eye and I got up quickly trailing her from behind.

 

Once we got into the washroom she checked all the stalls and then took a deep breath. Obviously, worried about something.

 

After a long moment she exclaimed, “She’s back.”

 

I squinted my eyes confusingly.

“She’s back? Who’s back?”

 

“She’s back. Ephemera’s back.”

 

I gasped. “Ephemera?”

 

“Yeah, Ephemera. She’ll kill anybody who get’s in her way Missy, what are we going to do? Were going to have to get that Ryan guy to take Brittany somewhere or something…and their friends because I can use any of my specialties around that William guy.” Samantha exclaimed.

 

“What do you mean you can’t use them around William?” I wondered.

 

She sighed angrily.

“I don’t know but I can’t! It’s very frustrating.”

 

“Do you think you could use them in water, if he was on land?”

 

“I DON’T KNOW I’M NOT AN EXPERT!” She yelled.

 

I rolled my eyes. Samantha has got to chill seriously…

“Take a chill pill, Sam,” I tried to relax her.

 

“SAMANTHA! DON’T YOU EVER CALL ME SAM AGAIN!” She spat out.

 

“Ok, ok ‘Samantha’. We have more things to worry about then what I call you, seriously. Ephemera is back…and you can’t use your powers.”

 

She didn’t reply she just danced out of the washroom and I sprinted to her following her out. When we got out everybody was done eating and William was paying the bill.

 

Samantha glared at him and shot her back towards him – so she could ignore him.

Samantha whispered so William couldn’t hear, “I read somewhere that mermaids can like…”

 

William caught Samantha’s eye and she quickly snapped my mouth shut. And grabbed my arm leading me out to the car.

 

“He heard us..”

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Project Drama [Part 20]

 

Recap: I tried my best to fall asleep but I was bewildered.

 

A ringing came from inside Pete’s sweater in his pocket. It was cell, obviously. I got up and adjusted my head to him. He grabbed it out and opened it up.

 

“Who was that and what’d they say?” I questioned sort of being stalker.

 

He ignored me reading (what I guess was a text message) and then replied after, “Gee – Gerard. He just asked where I was.” He chuckled continuing, “We should be out any minute.”

 

And he was right – five minutes later we heard Gerard mutter to us, ‘HOLD ON!’ and he unlocked the door and opened it for us apologizing, “So sorry! I thought EVERYBODY was passed out. I guess I misread everybody’s faces. Mikey, Alice and I just quickly went to bed when people started passing out.”

 

We told him ‘ok’ accepting his apology. We both ran out of the house kicking Joe Trohman and Claire Miller rapidly out of the way. A few people were gone out of the house and a few were still lying on the floor.

 

“Bye Katie,” he waved ‘good-bye’ as he got into his red 46 mustang. I waved bye as I pretended to go into somebody else’s car and he drove away. When I knew he couldn’t see me anymore I started to sprint very hard and very fast to my house. I could tell I was shaking very madly. All I could think of was…

 

Cody and Rochelle.

 

Or in other words…

 

Punishment.

 

Hayley’s P.O.V

 

I woke in a comfortable position. Zac had his arms around my waist and his head resting quietly on the side of my face putting. We were turned on the left edge of the bed. I turned a bit to look at him snoring but he wasn’t his eyes were wide open and a huge smile spread upon his face.

 

“You’re too cute,” He remarked.

 

“No, you’re too cute!” He continued.

 

“No, you’re disgusting.” Josh snapped rudely walking into Zac’s bedroom and looking at us incredulously with an eyebrow raised. “So you lost your virginity last night Zac?”

 

Zac sighed loudly. “No, I’m pretty well in control of my virginity and when I do lose it I’ll make sure to use a condom.”

 

“I DID NOT GET NICOLE SONTARE PREGNANT SHUT UP!” He snapped running into Zac’s bathroom. Then he slowly opened the door and whispered, “Oh and the toilet in the hall is plugged and I wouldn’t go in there.”

 

“Eww!” I said grossed out.

 

“Eww,” Zac repeated jumping up from the bed. “Josh get out of there!” I yelled banging his fists on the white wooden door.

 

I sighed grabbing my cell phone and checking for texts or missed calls.

 I got a missed text so I opened it up on my cell phone and read mumbled it out loud,

 

‘Lana texts:

 

Sweetie where home now! You’ll get this message before schools over so just come on down! We got you presents!’

 

I frowned. “Zacykins…my parents are back from Georgia.”

 

He dropped his grossed out face to a sad face and said, “Aww I wanted you to stay longer!” He chuckled and started to say something but Josh interrupted.

 

“I didn’t want you too.” He remarked rudely.

 

I rolled my eyes.

 

-

 

“Ok now make sure to actually watch the full tape. Remember you are being graded on this and you will be having a test tomorrow!” Mr. Coachman ordered. We were watching some Sex Ed. tape.

 

I payed no attention to it.
Of course…

 

I ran out of the gym because that’s where we usually did Health. Weird, eh? I sprinted toward Zac’s locker. Alice beat me there. Bitch.

 

“Hey!” She greeted.

 

“Hi,” I said dully.

 

Yes, I was still very mad at Alice for the night before. Ok so it probably meant nothing but to me it totally meant something. I mean Zac can't just go kissing other girls like that...

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Project Drama [Part 19]

 

Recap: Josh Farro.

 

Claire’s P.O.V

 

I giggled quietly and shamelessly went and made out with Josh Farro. I winked at him after which he returned it. It’s not like Jessica really cared…she looked like she liked Shaant and I just broke up with Joe so I don't see the big deal...

 

“I want to go…” Anabelle volunteered. She spun the bottle and it landed to Joe. She rolled her eyes and went to go give him a light kiss. “Someone go…”

 

Nicole shook as she started to spin the bottle and it stopped at Josh Farro again. I sighed quietly. Everyone’s getting Josh Farro these days.

 

“Go,” Jess assured lightly. He nodded his head with a frown walking over to the new girl, Nicole Sontare (Shaant Hacikyan’s sister).  I remember hearing the rumor before about Nicole being pregnant with Josh’s baby. It wasn’t true of course. Jessica, Blair, Emily and Gerard and them didn’t believe it – we knew Josh and he wouldn’t…well, he probably would to me but not some new girl coming in from the streets. Josh went over to Nicole planted his lips on hers it didn’t last to too long…

 

“I’m going to get a drink be right back,” I announced getting up. “Does anyone want anything? And Beth where’s the kitchen?”

 

“Two floors down to your right,” she told me. I nodded my head and Joe and Blair asked for a martini and Beth said more instructions on where to go…her mom let her drink alcohol? Well, whatever so did Blair’s. I ran down two flights of stairs not really panting when I got down. I went into the kitchen and got a few martini drinks and even finding a few glasses. I got a Red Bull energy drink for myself.

 

I came running back up two staircases which was tiring. When I got up there I smiled and said, “What did I miss? Oh and I got the martini’s!” I gave Joe his. Everybody look wide-eyed.

“Where’s Blair?” I asked looking around with her martini still in my hand. Josh pointed his head to a door which looked like a closet. I then found out somebody else was missing. “Where’s uh Gerard?”

Josh pointed head to same door. Obviously, I missed something big. “What happened?”

 

“I kissed Gerard.” Beth answered blankly.

 

Emily saw my confused expression and explained, “Blair totally freaked out! Like…no offense but Gerard let her kiss him for a long time. Like I don’t know…but I would have freaked out too. It was like uh what that one word is,”

 

“Unexplainable?” Alice tried.

 

Emily nodded her head. “Yeah, unexplainable…it just totally happened. I don’t know but Blair went uh that one word…”

 

“Ballistic?” Katelyn suggested this time.

 

“Yeah, ballistic! Totally crazy! You missed all the action seriously like she was going to knock out Beth. It would have been total cat fight. Jessica and I got her before she took a shot at her though so it’s all good.”

I nodded my head awkwardly.

 

Finally, Blair and Gerard came out. Gerard kept whispering loud, “Stay calm.” Blair was fuming but obviously trying her hardest to actually stay calm.

 

“SOMEONE FUCKING GO ALREADY!” She shouted in frustration. Hayley the old new girl spun the bottle before anybody else got to it. It landed on Joe Trohman. She rolled her eyes and quickly gave him a French kiss.

 

“Patrick’s turn! I hope you get Katelyn,” Rheagan giggled teasing. Katelyn kept her expression still with no blushing. Patrick slowly spun the bottle but it landed on Amy. He awkwardly went over to her and gave her a quick kiss. It wasn’t anything special. The last two people left where Katelyn Williams (I think that was her last name?) and Pete Wentz.

 

“HAHA!” Joe laughed. “You got-“

 

“I have an idea!” Rheagan thought up quick. “How about the last couple has to play seven minutes in heaven!”

 

“YEAH, BUT HOW ABOUT THIRTY MINUTES IN HEAVEN?!” Jessica agreed quickly. Soon enough everyone agreed. Before Katelyn went into the small closet I walked over to her and whispered, “He’s not a good kisser. Beware.”

 

She chuckled and left with Pete into the closet.

 

“What shall we do now?” Jessica asked.

 

“NOW WE DANCE!” Josh spoke with a sarcastic tone.

 

“SERIOUSLY I DIDN’T FULL OUT ON THE MAKE OUT SESSION GEE-GERARD!” Blair yelled in anger. “LIKE IT WAS A QUICK THING FOR ME BUT OH NO YOU JUST TOOK YOUR TIME! PROBABLY ENJOYING IT!” She turned to Beth. “Y’KNOW I WAS TRYING TO GET USED TO YOU BEING NEAR MY BOYFRIEND BUT,” She pointed out her fists at her and jumped at her but Jess restrained her.

 

Jessica soothed her. “Calm down, Blair. It’s all over…Gee it didn’t mean a thing right?”

 

“Right!” he assured her. Beth looked hurt. Well, she probably thought a popular guy was going to like her. Yeah, right.

 

Pete’s P.O.V

 

“Thirty minutes…” I trailed off dully. She rolled her eyes sliding down to the ground. I did the same on the opposite wall.

“Josh got the new girl...”

 

“She’s pregnant.” Katelyn told me sighing heavily.

 

I rolled my eyes and denied, “No, she isn’t. Josh told us it was just a rumor. Someone probably thought that because they passed out beside each other.”

 

“Exactly?” She said. “Isn’t it kind of obvious? They gave each other nervous looks when Nicole spun the bottle on him…and I mean ‘passed out beside each other’ kind of it gives it away. She did look pretty drunk at the party and they were playing a drinking competition.”

 

I thought about it. It actually…clicked. Made total sense.

“Josh isn’t one not to use a condom.”

 

“Major drunk?” Katelyn tried.

 

“Major drunk.” I repeated in agreement. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and asked her, “Do you have a lighter?” She widened her eyes and shook her head. I looked around the closet but no lighters. I checked my back pocket and there was one.

“Want one?” I offered.

 

She shook her head with a disgusted face. I rolled my eyes. “Try it, it’s actually pretty decent.” I tried to encourage her. She shook her head once more but then put her hand out. I gave her one lighting it.

 

“So do you even go to Madsen?” I asked.

 

She nodded her head. “Yeah, I’m in your Spanish and French class. I sit behind you French AND Spanish.”

 

I nodded my head. “Oh,” I smirked. “Yeah, you are.” She puffed out a few smokes, coughing.

“How come you never talk to me then?” I questioned.

 

“Why don’t you talk to me?” She asked with a weak grin.

 

I nodded my head inhaling more of the cigarette. “Asked you first.”

 

She answered puffing in smoke too, “Because you never talk to me.”

 

I nodded my head. “That was a decent reason,” I chuckled. She nodded her head exhaling.

 

“So what’s your reason?”

 

I chuckled. “I didn’t even know you were in my class…I probably asked you for a pencil or something before class started or something but didn’t really notice.” She nodded her head silently again. “Sorry,” I quickly apologized with a smirk.

 

“How come it’s all quiet out there?” Katelyn asked putting her ear to the door. I heard the unusual silence outside of the closet and I quickly put my ear to the door looking at Katelyn skeptically. Katelyn attempted to open the door. Claire locked the door…typical.

 

“Passed out?” she wondered.

 

“Yeah, probably.” I spoke in a relaxing tone leaning back against the wall.

 

“If there all passed out then how are we going to get out?!” She panicked.

 

I chuckled. “We’re not.” I inhaled some more of the cigarette. “We’ll have to wait until morning or something…skip school probably.”

 

“Skip? My parents are probably worried by the second.” She continued to panic.

 

I laughed. “Chill out Katie.”

 

“Katie?”

 

“Katie.” I repeated. “They probably won’t notice. Most parents don’t. Didn’t you ask sleep over here or something?”

 

“Yeah – no. I can’t…not aloud.”

 

I squinted my eyes. “Huh?”

 

She rolled hers and shook her head. “Never mind.”

I inhaled more again. “You don’t smoke?”

 

“No, and I don’t drink either.”

 

“Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself.” I smirked. She didn’t reply. But did enjoy the cigarette. “Point proven,” I muttered under my breath. She didn’t hear.

“What do your parents do exactly?” I asked randomly.

 

“Drugs,” she blurted out – I could tell her eyes widened and she spit out the smoke coughing throwing it on the ground. I stepped on it quickly.

 

“Drugs?” I repeated with a stunned expression. “I meant job but…” we stayed silent for a long moment and I quietly gave her another cigarette.

 

“My mom is a…never mind.”

 

I laughed. “I don’t mind whatever she is. My mom’s an editor for some fashion magazine…”

 

“My mom owns a raunchy laundry matt. My step dad is a drug dealer and my real dad (which doesn’t know about anything about my mother or step dad doing this) is a realtor.” She replied automatically.

 

I gaped wordlessly. “Wow,” was all I could say…

 

Katelyn’s P.O.V

 

It felt good getting that all off my chest. But I seriously think that wasn’t good to say – especially to Peter Wentz. I decided before not to tell Beth but yet I go blurting it out to somebody I barely know. The only time I ever got to speak to Pete was in the Debutante classes because he was my partner and I doubt he’ll talk to me in Spanish or French which coincidently I happen to sit behind him in both classes.

 

“So do they like uh – eh a-abuse you?” He stammered out.

 

I took a deep breath replying, “Sort of.” There I went again telling him all this stupid shit that I shouldn’t be telling. He wasn’t going to tell anyone right? No, that’s not right he could tell the whole school. Not that they’d care… “Don’t tell anyone,” I begged, Pete quickly lighting up the new cigarette he pulled out of his pocket. Why was I even accepting them?

 

“Well, y’know everyone’s family is screwed up. We all look like we are living the life with our rich yachts and big ass mansions when that’s not even what it is. It’s more like…rated R shit that happens. Y’know fighting gun shots all that.” He explained. “But you should tell your father.”

 

 

“No.”

 

“Why?” He asked. I rolled my eyes not replying just kept inhaling the smoke. It was a normal cigarette it wasn’t bad or anything. Except the fact that I am underage – miner. But I mean probably cops did that too when they were teenagers so who are they to blame?

 

“Don’t tell anyone,” I repeated again because I didn’t answer.

 

He rolled his eyes. “I won’t…not my secret to tell.” He said slyly. I didn’t just hear that. “How come you never come to parties?” He asked randomly again.

 

“I do. I went to Blair’s ‘beginning of the year’ one.” I answered.

 

“I didn’t see you.”

 

“I didn’t want to be seen,” I pressed with a chuckle. “I was keeping a low profile there.”

 

He nodded his head with an understanding expression.

“You should come to Blair’s yacht party to San Diego.” He invited me. “It’s going to be kick ass.”

 

“No, I should-“

 

“Yes, you should!” He responded happily with a kind gesture. “The only thing that sucks is like adults are coming on it until we get to a little town in between San Diego and Newport Beach. Other then that it supposed to be awesome.”

 

“Ok, ok,” I agreed without thinking. “I’m tired,” I quickly made up.

 

“Here hold on,” he said standing up and getting blankets on from the shelves stored in the closet and luckily found a pillow. He handed them to me helping me a bit too putting the blankets on.

 

“Are you staying up? I asked.

 

He nodded his head which meant, ‘yeah’.

“I’m going to play games on my cell phone for awhile. I’ll turn off the light. Good night.” With that he flicked off the light and I could hear sounds coming from his cell phone and it started to get fainter and fainter. I tried my best to fall asleep but I was bewildered.

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Project Drama [Part 18]

 

Recap: What a night this is going to be!

 

Bella’s P.O.V

 

“SPIN THE BOTTLE BITCHES!” Joe suggested happily. SPIN THE BOTTLE! What a great way to find your destiny. Jessica and Josh will be no more. The child of Josh’s (Nicole’s) will be lost in a distance. This is my chance to shine. My chance to shine…

 

“What?” Blair said unhappily staring at Beth in vengeance. Wonder what happened in that picture?

 

Claire rolled her eyes and whispered loudly, “Chill nothing is going to happen!”

Blair looked at Gerard and he nodded whispering what I think was the same thing.

 

“Ok, ok…let’s play stupid spin the bottle.” She agreed quickly.

 

Yes!

 

“I want to go first!” Rheagan volunteered. She’s too good at spinning the bottle…and I know exactly who she wants to aim it for.

“JAMES!” She shouted with excitement. He cringed slightly. I was so right. They quickly made out, and surprisingly (well not so surprising actually) Patrick shivered. That so meant something…he liked her. Her liked James. Yes, I did say her, not Rheagan!

 

“Hayley’s turn!” said Alice hopefully. We were going in clock wise order. Hayley spun the bottle in full force. Probably trying to get it all the way around to Zac. But actually, it didn’t happen. It landed on Joe Trohman. Joe smirked slyly. Well, Hayley glanced at Zac who look wide-eyed and was maliciously staring at Joe. Hayley uncomfortably got up and bent down and gave him a quick French kiss that lasted about five seconds. Joe looked disappointed after but Zac looked playful.

 

“Alice’s turn,” Hayley determined darkly glaring at Alice. She rolled her eyes and spun the bottle. It started to stop at Patrick but quickly and slowly moved to Zac. Rheagan, Nicole and I couldn’t stop giggling. Hayley widened her eyes and Alice rolled her eyes. She lazily moved her way over to Zac who scratched his neck uncomfortably and irritably.

 

“You are a genuine bitch, bottle,” Alice mumbled. By this time I couldn’t help but laughing and Blair, Emily and Jessica joined in too.

 

“Hey you don’t have to kiss me,” Zac taunted.

 

“YEAH YOU DON’T HAVE TO!” Hayley yelled quickly. “I mean I heard Zac has germs and…yeah Zac has bad, bad, bad germs!”

 

“Hurry up and kiss him already,” Frankie choked out with a chuckle.

 

Alice pressed her lips onto Zac’s, she kept her eyes wide open until they actually started to make-out and she closed them. Hayley looked very angry because the kiss lasted twenty seconds.

 

Alice wiped away slobber on her mouth. “Gross Zac!” She turned to Hayles and laughed, “I didn’t know he spits in your mouth when he kisses you! You poor thing!” Alice gave her a huge hug and Hayley sighed.

 

“MY TURN!” I suggested finally. I spun the bottle slowly and aiming it perfectly at Josh until a mix up happened. Joe put his foot out which hit the bottle and landed on Mikey.

 

“RE-DO! YOU HIT THE BOTTLE!” It was seriously, going to land on Josh no joke but he hit the bottle and it landed on Mikey.

 

“What you don’t like poor Mikey Way over there?” Joe questioned with an ugly sneer.

 

I looked over to Mikey who was looking wide-eyed at the bottle but seemed to control his anger. I guess I did hurt his feelings.

“That’s not what I said,” I told Joe calming down. “Just you hit-“

 

“Just kiss Mikey, Isabella!” Hayley yelled angrily and began to whisper to Zac with a glare at the bottle. Alice was right, the bottle is a bitch. I moved up and pushed Frankie Iero aside. I took a slow breath and planted my lips down on his pale pink ones. My nose crashed in with his and my face slide, I banged my eyes in Mikey’s glasses. 

 

“Sorry,” I couldn’t help but giggle. He blushed a good tone of purple. I thought nothing of it because I was probably blushing uncomfortably too. I re-kissed him quickly. It was amazing because…

 

That’s how I pictured my Josh Farro kiss.

 

Though, the whole glasses part could have been deleted. Like seriously, that was just a giggle. Lazily, I stayed beside Mikey. He was a good kisser. What the fuck did I just say? Never mind.

 

Emily’s P.O.V

 

I shuddered as I slowly spun the bottle. Hoping it was not going to land on Joe Trohman. Thankfully, it didn’t. It landed on uh – some guy I wasn’t sure was.

 

Jessica catching my confused eye whispered quietly, “Jeremy Davis, hun.” I nodded my head. I’ve never saw him before…

 

He smiled sliding over toward me. I gasped. We kissed – comfortably. Yes, comfortably not uncomfortably. It was kind of like I kissed him before.

 

It was amazing.

 

I didn’t even know his name today so I probably sound like a whore right now. A big whore. A teenaged hormone whore.

 

Finally when he came out for air he smiled and pulled me back in.

 

“The hotels across the street,” retorted Joe. Gosh he is so rude. I just smirked and continued my little make out session. I could hear various giggles coming from Claire, Jessica and Blair.

 

I also heard Gerard calming down Joe. “It’s ok Joe; you guys are over look how many other girls you have chances with.” A few moments later Claire was pulling from my stomach hardly.

 

She smirked giving me a confused eye and whispered, “That kiss was like ten minutes, Emm!”

 

I nodded my head awkwardly. That was long…especially for a spin the bottle game. Blair grinned at me and then spun the bottle and it reached Frankie. Claire and I couldn’t help it but laugh. We went out of control. Jessica just smiled pushing Blair to him.

 

Blair Vaness and Frankie Iero.

What a match?

 

He rolled his eyes. She just pecked him on the cheek and came back to her old spot.

 

“You were supposed to actually kiss him,” I laughed.

 

“He wishes.” Blair said glaring at him. He glared back.

 

“Who’s going to playing at your yacht party?” Pete asked randomly. Claire, Jess and I giggled. Who doesn’t know…

 

Blair laughed. “The Medic Droid, Metro Station and I think Hellogoodbye…”

 

“Think?” I questioned with an uneasy face.

 

“Well, Metro Station is one of my favorite bands so I had to make daddy get them there too. And I mean everybody wanted Hellogoodbye so I was going to get them but then – I said I didn’t,”

 

“MY TURN!” Jessica yelled spinning the bottle quickly. It landed on Shaant Hacikyan. Everybody quickly snapped their eyes to see Josh to see his expression. It looked like he just got stabbed in the stomach. Gerard slapped his back hardly and he came back to reality.

 

“Who’d it land on?” Josh asked cluelessly.

 

“Shaant Hacikyan…” I answered. Shaant eyes widened and he kept a safe distant eye away from Josh. There was a huge silent moment.

 

Josh Farro smirked and whispered something to Jessica. She grinned and walked over to Shaant lightly kissing him on the check still smiling coming back to sit in between Josh and Blair.

 

“We’re supposed to be actually French kissing the people we land on.” Zac said randomly. Josh shot him a dark look and so did Blair. “Yeah, everybody else had to and they didn’t want to! So Blair you have to actually kiss Frankie and Jessica you have to actually kiss Shaant.” Noticing the glare from Josh, Zac rolled his eyes and explained, “Josh, you’ll probably have to kiss somebody else in front of Jessica too so get over it. It doesn’t mean anything…”

 

“Y-Yeah…” Jessica stammered out. “It doesn’t mean anything.” And then she whispered something in Josh’s ear which I couldn’t hear.

 

“Ok,” Josh decided.

 

“WHAT NO! NOT OK!” Blair snapped. “Josh don’t give in…I mean do you really want Jessica kissing that ugly Shaant guy, no offense Shaant but I mean you can’t do that to your new girlfriend!”

 

He rolled his eyes. “You have to kiss Frankie get over it!”

 

She rolled her eyes and said to Jessica, “Jess I’ll go first.” She walked over Frankie Iero who was quiet the whole thing as was Shaant Hacikyan. Claire and I kept giggling when Blair kept her eyes open and kept rolling them and then closed them for a few seconds and it ended and she did a rude remark which just made everybody laugh more.

 

“Jessica’s turn…” Blair told her with a blank expression.

 

Jessica with no expression and either slide her way over to Shaant and gave Josh an awkward look. He was too busy glaring Shaant. Jessica and Shaant exchanged confused awkward looks at each other.

 

“Hacikyan kiss her already!” Anabelle spat out. He uncomfortably moved toward Jess and did a small shudder which made Claire and I giggle again. Alice, Anabelle, Rheagan, the new girl, and Hayley joined in too. I know I shouldn’t be thinking this but…

 

It actually looked like Jessica and Shaant enjoyed that kiss.

 

I could see Josh was thinking the same thing because he continued to glare at Shaant the whole time. Blair and Claire even looked a bit confused but the matter dropped when Claire decided to go.

 

“Luck, luck, luck,” she chuckled to herself as she spun the bottle it landed on Josh. Josh Farro.

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Sara let out a yelp, “AALIYAH, AALIYAH!”

Aaliyah quickly made her way out of the bathroom and found herself looking at Sara with a petrified face and then Voltaic with a face that just wanted to laugh but was carefully cautious not to.

 

“Voltaic! How nice of you to come over. Come in?”

 

Sara very scared sprinted to the bathroom and locked herself in. She breathed hardly as she waited at the door to hear them speak. Unfortunately, they knew that and shut the door and talked outside the of the dormitory. Voltaic was with another boy who was very tall and a bit muscular. He had bronzy-brownish hair that was cut nicely and a bit short. He had dark brown eyes and a narrowed face. The boy was wearing a loose red collar tee-shirt and black shirt over it, jeans and Aaliyah knew the shoes, converse. He had his eyes on the floor looking foolishly embarrassed.

 

Voltaic explained, “I want you to start your lessons tomorrow. You’ll not be taught by a V. I would like you to be tutored. I want you to be tutored in the library for complete six hours with my friend Alexander, Alexander Voy. Alexander, this Aaliyah Cult.” He introduced them.

 

“H-hello Miss C-Cult,” he greeted shyly almost to scared to get her hand as she put it up, he lightly kissed it.

 

“I also, want to talk to you about the whole eating problem. We only have the dead parts. If you want we can get a lot of different kinds of animals if you would like,” Voltaic set up quickly.

 

Aaliyah Cult nodded her head quickly. “Yes, I would prefer that. Well, my ‘mort’ will be waiting for me. She looks a bit frightened already, don’t worry I can fix that. Nice to meet you Alexander, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

 

Alexander nodded his head looking down again and putting his hands behind his back. Voltaic and Alexander quickly walked furiously to the staircase of the mansion to go down to the second floor.

 

Aaliyah did the same routine to get inside the dorm. She placed her hand gently on the corridor and it opened instantly and very slowly and then she could squeeze her way in.

 

“Sara come out of the bathroom, Voltaic isn’t there anymore.” She assured her. In no time at all Sara slowly peeked around corners in the room and that sort she hoped out and then exhaled quickly.

 

“Who was that? And who was that very handsome guy with him?”

 

“Well, the man you were very, very, very frightened of was the man who owns this place. The other one is umm… is a co-founder I guess.” She lied.

 

She nodded her head. “Ok, ok. Let’s go to bed I’m tired. I bought too many dresses. OH AND GUESS WHAT?”

 

“What?” Aaliyah pretended to be interested.

 

“Betsy Johnson is doing a portrait signing! I found out in the Pita Pit we went to this afternoon. Do you want to go, it’s tomorrow?”

 

Aaliyah laughed. “You know I don’t like fashion – Betsy Johnson in that case. Plus I have uh – studying to do.”

 

Sara laughed. “Aaliyah that’s pathetic! We are in London and all you want to do is study?”

 

“Because this is my school. Don’t worry I’ll finish and I’m all yours.” She assured Sara.

 

I need to solve the problem with the gonigals. Like who has been trying to kill them? Aaliyah though to herself.

 

“Ok…” Sara knew she was hiding something but too hungry to find out anything. “Can we go eat I’m like literally starving. How about we get the boys to come over and we order in?”

 

Aaliyah nodded her head and passed her, her sidekick cell phone.

“I need to get this book from the library!” Aaliyah quickly made up. “Yeah, yeah that fashion one!” She continued to lie. “Want Cosmo girl or something?” Aaliyah offered. Sara nodded her head automatically and Aaliyah dashed out of door and down to The Dark Hall. She quickly noticed that she was five minutes late and EVERYBODY noticed. Aaliyah quickly tried her best to be quiet and found her seat where she sat before. She had to sit there every time now.

 

“Voltaic and Victoria,” the same old paleish girl announced them in. Her name was V. Petit. Aaliyah seemed not to be the only one not late. Arabella joined in a minute after and rushed in to sit by Miss Cult. But Voltaic and Victoria did not appear where V. Petit stood before.

 

“Where is Voltaic and Victoria?” Aaliyah asked Manuel curiously.

 

“I d-don’t k-know.” He muttered also curious.

 

The silence grew stronger and stronger. When one more very long moment passed Voltaic and Victoria finally appeared where V. Petit stood before. They were in front of a crystal ball that was placed on a black speech stand and there were metallic curtains that they appeared coming out of.

 

“Everybody there has been some urgent news. More gonigals have been recently attacked and it’s very sad to say but V. Darth has been killed too. We have no clue what powerful source is but we defiantly know its one of us.” Voltaic explained. Victoria didn’t do much talking. Aaliyah had only seen her speak twice. The first time, saying one word when she was drinking and when she spoke to Aaliyah herself.

 

“I think somebody has unleashed the red baby bats.” Voltaic stated.

 

Everybody echoed in shock. Aaliyah frowned and Arabella’s eyes turned coal black and Emmanuel’s eyes couldn’t change colors it just stayed a marvelous blue color but were widened every second.

 

“But we have a new born and he knows a lot about the baby bats and has known about us for four years and is quite good in the study areas. I think he could help find out what happened to the gonigals and find a proper way to make sure the red baby bats don’t come near Manado Van Flotsam or the morts. The morts are our responsibility now. Anyway, about this excellent ‘student’ and tutor we have now I’d like you guys to meet Alexander Voy.” Voltaic introduced.

 

Aaliyah had already met Alexander earlier that night and seemed quite fond of him. He shyly rose from three tables away from Aaliyah’s and went to the front to stand by Voltaic and Victoria.

 

A lot of people knew and liked Alexander so they rose from their chairs and clapped and cheered. Aaliyah did some clapping. Scorps who hissed at the far end of Aaliyah’s table didn’t stand up nor clap he cussed at him under his breath. Voltaic and Victoria shot him dirty looks but Scorps just ignored them.

 

“Alexander will be very useful,” Voltaic said proudly.

 

“Exactly how?” Scorps whispered under his breath.

 

“Could you do any better Scorpio?” Voltaic didn’t ignore Scorps rude comments anymore. There was a long silent pause as Scorps just looked at Aaliyah and smirked. Voltaic gave up and hushed Alexander to his seat.

 

“You may now dine,” Voltaic announced and Victoria and him made their way near Alexander and a bunch more people that was four tables away.

 

“Alexander Voy,” Scorps growled to his friend Madden who sat on his right side.

 

“I heard his parents had a death like Aaliyah’s,” Madden whispered too loud. Right when Aaliyah had heard her name and the whole sentence her eyes shot at Madden and Scorps. Everybody else turned over to see Madden and Scorps.

 

Voltaic finally lost his patience and snapped, “SCORPIO AND MADDEN!”

 

They both rose up from their seats. Madden was shaking like crazy and Scorpio was acting very calm and casual and gave Aaliyah another smirk before he left with Voltaic. Victoria came over to sit by me as she excused Arabella away from the table. As so with the rest of the people including Manuel.

 

“Does the d word still count as threat in our world?” Aaliyah tried to act upset which Victoria could see through easily.

 

“No, dear. Voltaic will make sure Madden doesn’t EVER say that again. Especially, about what happened to your parents. I think you should go back to your dorm. The morts are probably getting very worried by now…being alone in the library and all…”

 

Everybody in their world knew that only Voltaic and Victoria knew what each student or visitor was doing that any time. They were also not aloud to use the word death at all. It was forbidden and caused serious punishment.

 

“Voltaic put the books ‘you’ got from the library on the floor outside The Dark Hall. I hope you’re prepared for your lessons tomorrow. Victoria assured Aaliyah.

 

Aaliyah opened the door and found the books nicely stacked together in a perfectly put together pile organized in alphabetical order. She grabbed in them in a hurry and made her way to the dorm where Sara, Trist, and James were pigging away on take out pizza they bought.

 

“Sorry guys there was just so many books to choose from! I like couldn’t decide.” Aaliyah lied.

 

Sara sighed. “You really do take your time,” she remarked.

 

Trist was too busy cutting of small pieces of his pizza off and cautiously stuffing it in his mouth. James was addicted to a video game and he had crust hanging out of his mouth.

 

“You guys eat like slobs!” Aaliyah yelped out rudely.

 

Sara glared at her for a long moment.

 

“No, no not you! Trist and James.” She reassured Sara, who simply nodded her head flipped through the Cosmo girl magazine that Aaliyah got from her ‘trip to the library.’

 

“I’m going to bed…long night. I need rest.”

 

“What? It’s only like ten o’clock!” Trist phrased angrily.

 

Aaliyah nodded her head. “Yeah, I’m tired. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Goodnight Sara, Trist, and James.”

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Can it be any damn smaller? Seriously. xP Whatever. I need to post fanfiction. Screw you Vicky you've already read what I have to post LOL. I want to write ANOTHER fanfiction. But with somebody. Does anybody want to write one with me? Well, if ya do comment! :)

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