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Project Drama [Part 27]

Recap: “You don’t exactly put yourself out there…”

Rheagan’s P.O.V

Patrick sighed heavily. “Yes, I put myself out there. Just because I’m not very good at football and I don’t enjoy it…girls only like boys who play sports. They don’t care for band geeks…”

I stomped on the breaks as a red light occurred quickly. I stared at Patrick in shock. “Band geek? I love band geeks! Remember Justin he played acoustic guitar! And since when are you a band geek? You don’t even play an instrument! You call computer a musical instrument?” I yelled unnecessary.

“I taught Justin how to play one chord because he threatened me! He just made me so it made him look good in front of you! I’ve played drums for awhile. You know how I always ask you to come to band practices!” Patty yelled back.

I squinted my eyes as I continued to drive to my house. “Right, Patrick why would Justin do that? See that’s the reason we broke up – because you kept getting in the way and saying Justin did this and Justin did that. For one, he did not cheat on me and he did not do that silly chord thing – or whatever you want to call it. And you said you were a manager of a band or something!” This isn’t good. Patrick and I never fight!

“I’m the manager of and durmast of a band thank you very much!” This wasn’t like Patty to fight with me – or anybody for that matter. Or especially, yell – at me! I did a risky turn and dropped him off at his house quickly and left crying.

I was very whiny – you could say. I drove to only one person’s house. Well, actually I really had two choices. Nicole or James. I choose Nicole because she was my best friend and I’d be talking to James later tonight.

***

NikkiGLosers says:

Honestly, Patrick she’s crying! Rheagan’s always happy! She looks like she’s never cried before.

It’s Patrick not Patty. My ex-best friend called me that says:

She’ cries over everything!

“I DO NOT CRY OVER EVERYTHING! You know what it’s not fun having him as a friend anyway. I got to go, Nikki. Date with James.” I stomped out very unhappy. Hopefully James will make everything better.”

Nicole’s P.O.V

Rheagan dashed out of my bedroom door. I rolled my eyes quickly apologizing to Patrick. I logged off my computer and took a deep breath. I had more things on my mind to always worry about Rheagan’s problems. Like what I’m about to do right now. I took very, very, very slow footsteps as I walked outside of my door. I slowly taped on Shaant’s bedroom door.

“Nicole not right now!” He shouted. I could hear him singing and then writing down something – well, obviously lyrics. I opened the door slightly to see him doing what I predicted. I opened the door fully and then closed it loudly and sat silently on his bed. “Nicole didn’t we all discuss that privacy is well, mandatory in the Hacikyan house?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Shaant…listen I need to ask you a favor.” He shook his head and continued to write more lyrics. “Remember the time you skipped a week of school to do that concert thing with your band in Austin and covered for you? Remember before we moved and you caught from the principal for having marijuana and I pretended to be mom? Remember when you left to Vegas for a week and you were supposed at soccer camp and I had to go for you? You always told me you’d pay me back. I need you to do something.”

His eyes shifted. “Okay Nicole…what is it? Do you need to skip school for a couple of days? Do you want me to keep low to mom about the rumor going on about you and Josh? ‘Cause all the mom’s in Newport are talking about it.”

I stroked the back of my neck awkwardly. “Well, you are sort of on the right track,” I began.  I breathed deeply. Shaant’s eyes widened. I stuttered, “I-I-I am p-p-pr-pr-pregnant.”

I thought Shaant would burst out laughing but instead he screamed. “I CAN’T DO THIS! YOU HAVE TO TELL MOM!” He panicked and paced in a fast motion. Then he slowly turned to the doorway. I jumped in front of him going head first into the white carpet. I screamed, ‘nooooo!’ He nodded his head. “YES! Nicole c’mon! I’m a guy I can’t help myself! If you had a sister…that’s not the point the point is you should tell mom. Immediately!”

I shook my head. “No, I can’t. Well, at least not yet. Please Shaant! If you do I’ll rat you out for the marijuana last year!”

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine. But you have to promise you’ll eventually tell her. And by eventually I mean pretty soon. I can’t keep secrets as well as you can.” I nodded my head agreeing.

“Oh Shaant and Nicole! I have a surprise for you two!” Our mother’s sweet voice tingled from two floors down. Shaant looked at me. I rolled my eyes grabbing his forearm and dragged him down the stairs. Once we got into the living room there was a large contraption of some kind. It was covered by a huge, dusty, beige, sheet.

Mother quickly unwrapped it. “SURPRISE!”

I gasped.

Katelyn’s P.O.V

My whole body shook as I unsteadily walked to the big blue house with Chris my father, Anabelle and Andy. When I got home the next day I missed a whole week of school. It was the best week I ever had as Anabelle, Andy, Chris, my step mom Andrea and me went Cancun, Mexico. But now since I was late coming home from that one night I spent with Pete Wentz…I’ll have to pay the consequences. All of us where in a perfect straight line coming to the door. Chris was first, Andrea was second, Ana was third, Andy was fourth and then I slowly walked last.

Chris taped on the door lightly not bothering to ring the doorbell. I could hear the horrid footsteps coming to the door. I took a big deep breath. Andy and Anabelle turned around and looked at me wonderingly. I haven’t even told them. There was only one person I told. I’ve regretted it everyday. But he hasn’t told anybody so maybe I shouldn’t worry so much…

“Hello Chris and Andrea! What a surprise! Where’s my little Katie? I’ve missed her so much.” Rochelle said sweetly (way too sweetly). It was quiet in the house.  Chris, Andrea, Andy and Anabelle all moved to the side so Rochelle could see me. She smiled hugging my gently and unexpectedly she kissed the top of my forehead inviting everybody else in.

Rochelle asked them to make their self at home. Everybody sat around the coffee table in the living room. Andrea admired her small petit house. “You know sometimes I wish I purchased a smaller house or Chris and I got a new one. But we just couldn’t especially since the kids just decorated Katelyn’s room.”

Rochelle looked up in astonishment and smiled. “Really? I’ve never really met ‘the kids’.” She looked over at the quiet teenagers sitting down eyes on the ground. “Andy and Anabelle, I suppose?” I shot a shocked look at her. How does she even know their names?

“Yeah, that’s their names.” Chris grinned. “Anyways, Rochelle we really have to get going. I promised I’d take Andy golfing before I go to the executive’s office. And Andrea promised to take Anabelle shopping.”

I got up hugging Anabelle and Andy tightly. I whispered quietly, “Pick me up tomorrow I heard it was going to rain.” Anabelle rolled her eyes in disbelief.

My father squeezed me kissing me on the forehead and Andrea gave me a light hug. I waved good-bye out the door. When I shut the door I slowly rewinded to my mom. Oh no. Rochelle ran up to me and hugged me tightly. I could feel teardrops lightly hit my shoulder.

I let of go of her confusingly. “Wait. Where’s Cody?” I asked curiously.

“He’s gone, Katie. Finally. He’s left. He found another girl.” Yeah, right. He wasn’t gone this was all trick. All of this it was a trick. A trick that will be corrupted in about 30 seconds or maybe a minute or two.

“Stop it, stop it right now.” Wow.

Rochelle cried more. “He already tried to kill me just in case I went to Newport’s police. Cody’s gone Katie. Cody is finally gone. We don’t have to deal with him anymore.”

I had a sudden urge of frustration and an urge of encouragement. “Rochelle stop it.” She looked at Katelyn shockingly. “Deal with him anymore? You were always in his game!”

Rochelle stopped still shocked. “I had to Katelyn! I had to play along. He’s killed people before! Whenever you come home from school do you see me drunk or high? I never am. Listen Katelyn I want to be a better mom. You’re going to live with Chris and Andrea. I’m going to Massachusetts. Our hometown, your Grandmother is going to straighten me up. Maybe if I come back…”

I didn’t disagree. It’s been a dream I have always wanted to live with my father. But this was all too much. “You couldn’t even sneak a conversation to tell me your little scheme! You shouldn’t have done that. It doesn’t matter I WANT TO LIVE WITH MY DAD.” I have never been this much brave in my whole entire life.

My mother stopped for a mere second. She hesitated, “I stole some money of Cody’s right before he left. Just enough to get me to Massachusetts. But please, please can you do me two favors?”

I nodded my head. I didn’t want to be too mean. “Yeah, well, what are they?”

She breathed hardly replying, “Katelyn…I need you to sleep alone tonight. I need you to be strong. I have my passport for tonight. But you have sleep here. Cody and his gang might come and try to kill me. He’ll kill you if anything. Go down stairs and go into the laundry room. Go into the brown cabinet. It’ll be unlocked. I want you to take it up in my room. And I want you to use it. Not on you, of course not on you…but if they come.” I looked at her confusingly. “And second, you’ll have to take your things and somehow show up on your father’s doorstep. Please do make up something.”

I nodded my head. “When will you come back, exactly?” Maybe she was telling the truth. Just maybe. She looked down and a tear streamed from her face. She threw on her jacket and grabbed her faded purse. She hugged me hardly.

“I love you,” she whispered.

I'm a straddling sheep.
My white wool soaks and soaks,
From the hard pelted rain drops that come from the dark sky.
I'm dead, I'm dead.
Oh why can't I be dead.
I drink chemicals and chemicals.
But still I'm alive.
Oh still it's hurting me more.
This sheep needs to go to sleep.
Right, ohhh, right noww.
Please let me go to sleep.
I don't want to live here anymore.
I don't like Earth - I don't like it at all.
Please help me before I fall.
Let my wool have a rest from the muddy ground.
Let me sleep forever.
I'm a straddling sheep and I need help.

Fill it out. You might be my new best friend. Comment and tell me your doing it and then do it a journal so I can take a look.

<b>The Small Basics:</b><BR>
Full Name (including middle):
Nicknames:
Age:
School:
Birthplace:
Orientation:
Current location:
Religion:
Politics Interest:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Contacts/Glasses:
Drink/Smoke:
Pets:
How many languages can you speak?
If yes, how many and what are their names?
Description of your style:
What's a name you've always wanted?
Righty/lefty?
Dye your hair?
<p>
<b>Your Favorites:</b><Br>
Music:
TV Show:
Movie:
TV Channel:
Radio Station:
Food:
Snack:
Drink:
Animal:
Holiday:
Season:
Sport:
Place to shop:
Clothing brand:
Restaurant:
Fruit:
Magazine:
Vegetable:
Fast Food Restuarant:
Genre:
Pizza topping:
Ice cream flavor:
City:
Color:
Number:
Quotes:
<p>
<b>About You:</b><BR>
Do you have any sibilings?
Where do you like to hand out?
What would you want for your birthday?
What would you play in a band (vocals, guitar)?
Do you like the newspaper?
What would you want for Christmas?
Do you have a cell phone?
Are you parents nice and easy to get to know?
Describe yourself in one word:
Are you: Cynical. Self-Centered. Rude?
Do you like to dye your hair awesome colors?
Do you like to yell at people?
Do you make fun of people if they have acne or are overweight?
Would you ditch your friend for your boyfriend?
How do you feel about gay people?
Do you like dorky things like harry potter, lord of the rings, star trek?
DO YOU LIKE VAMPIRES OR MYTHICAL CREATURES?
Do you believe in the lochness monster?
Do you believe in big foot?
Do you like fashion? Like Gucci, Juicy Coutre, Chanel and Mac Cosmetics?<BR>
Do you like make-up and MAC?
Do you like or use extensions?
Would you consider yourself smart?
Would you consider yourself entertaining?
Would you consider yourself bitchy?
Would you consider yourself funny?
Do you like to sleep?
Do you like to go shopping?
MOST OF ALL DOOOO YOU LIKE MOVIES?!?!?
What do you think of cancer?
Do you have proper grammar?
What do you think of drugs?
Are you a fast typer?
Do you have a myspace/facebook/buzznet?
What do you think of home-schooling?
Are you competitive?
What do you think of sweat pants?
Tell me more:
<p>
<b>What do you think of my...</b><BR>
Name?
Hair?
Style?
Music Taste?
Movie Taste?
Book Taste?
TV Show Taste?
Eye Color?
Sense of humor?
Personality?
Eyes?
Friends?
Jewelry?
Make-Up?
Fashion?
Voice?
Manners?
Describe me in one word:
<p>
<b>Whats your guy taste?</b><br>
<i>You usually attract: put a 0 for doesn't matter, put a * for a turn on, put a & for a turn off.</i>
Black Hair:
Orange Hair:
Blonde Hair:
Dark Brown Hair:
Light Brown Hair:
Multi-Colored Hair:
Other Colored Hair:
Glasses:
Clothes tucked in:
Bulky:
Scrawny:
Pink clothes:
Jock:
Musician:
Extra:
<p>
<b>Extras</b><BR>
Would you keep my secret?
Would you laugh at my jokes?
Would you watch my lame youtube video blogs?
Would you go to concerts with me?
Would you help me ask out my crush?
Would you go shopping with me?
Would you not go to a party so you could stay with me if I was sick?
What would you do to cheer me up?
What would you do if I said I wanted to run away?
What would you do if I said I was cutting myself?<BR>
What would you do if I said I was having social anxiety?
What would you do if I was in the hospital?
What would you do if I dyed my hair and you honestly didn't like it?
What would you do to have fun?
What would you do if I asked you to come to a concert but you didn't like the band?
Would you loan me some money if I lost mine or I needed some?

Okay so I did this before. It's fun so I thought everybody should do it again. Open up your Windows Media Player or iPOD and put it on shuffle. The first 10 songs then comes up you have to write the first lyric (or sometimes if its too easy pick your own). Then tag 5-10 people.

001. How you feeling young lady?
002. Oh, little did she know couldn't let me go already a part of her. Panic At The Disco - Pas De Cheval
003. When I wake, I see you  lying there on the bathroom floor.
004. Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go. Boys Like Girls - Thunder
005. And when I see you I really see you upside down.
006. Standing on the edge of the Palisade's Cliffs in the shadow of the skyline very far away.
007. Your skin attached this fragile, cliche, of my broken heart attack.The Used - Listening
008. Maybe if my heart stops beating it won't hurt this much. Paramore - Never Let This Go
009. Hand in mine, into your icy blues. My Chemical Romance - Demolition Lovers
010. What if I wanted to break - laugh it all off in your, face. 30 Seconds to the Mars - The Kill

I tag Allison (iloveninjas), Steph (stephou), Jess (jesslovespanic), SaraBear (weallneedsomeone),  Mel (foblover920) and anybody else who wants to do this. =] NOW GUESS MY THING AND THEN CREATE ONE!

Project Drama [Part 26]

Recap: La Fontaine Café here we come.

Gerard’s P.O.V

We all awkwardly sat down at a big heart-shaped table. I put down all of our coffees and cheery cardinal boxes. “It’s not even Valentines Day,” I remarked. They had periwinkle pink paper draping down together to create a one big heart that said, ‘La Fontaine Café = Amore.’ Which Blair said that Jessica said it meant Fountain Café = Love. I get the whole meaning, I think. Fountain of Love? Yeah, that’s defiantly what it meant. It actually had a fountain that was bright colored red which came out pink lemonade.

Beth couldn’t stop constantly sipping every two seconds on her black coffee. Blair couldn’t stop constantly looking over to her every two seconds either. “Slow down you’re going to stain your shirt.” Blair said tensely.  She turned to me and asked, “How is it living with the Claireson’s?” Beth peeked up at me with her bright diamond-shaped hazel eyes. “It must be pretty hard living with a multi-colored haired girl, a sticky mouth-talker, nerdy dork who hangs with Frankie Iero and whatever Beth mom looks like…”

“I don’t have a mom.” Beth finally talked – for the first time of the night. She continued to sip her drink constantly like she was in a movie theatre and she didn’t want anybody to notice she was scared so she slowly ate her popcorn as she looked at it shyly. “Sara is my adoptive parent….”

Me and Blair didn’t say anything. It seemed as Blair gave her mutual-secretive (just a quarter) of respect. “So Beth will you be going to the Halloween Masquerade Dance? Madsen will be holding it at the hotel where we have debutante every Friday.”

Beth twitched her eyes very, very, very wide. “Halloween Masquerade?” was all she managed to say. A long moment after she took a gulp of her coffee and you could hear the burps at the bottom of her straw. She had no coffee left, obviously.

Blair shook her head. “Beth you could come… Claire and I could hook you up.” Wow. My girlfriend was actually being nice to Beth. What do you know? A buzzing sound came from Blair’s metallic purse. She looked down and pulled out her mobile phone. “Jessica,” she sighed. “I’ll only be a second.” She left to the girl’s washroom.

“So will you be attending this Halloween Masquerade?” I asked finally. She shook her head lightly. “Why not?” I questioned. To be honest I haven’t really seen her at any dances…well, maybe that’s because there has only been one dance this year. And I don’t think she went to Madsen last year.

She shook her head once more but this time actually answered, “I don’t know. Partying is really not my thing…I don’t do it often. To be honest this year is like literally the most times I’ve pushed myself to go to parties. I think I’ve been to all of them…” You could tell that was a big confession by her gasp at the end which she embarrassingly blushed after.

I chuckled. “Well, I did see you at my cousin’s party…somehow. Then Blair’s yacht party and Blair’s school-start party. So yeah, you’ve been to all of them. Then hopefully, you’ll go to the Halloween Masquerade.”

“But Halloween isn’t until like the 31^st. October just started.” She told me as Blair thundered toward us. Beth noticing her bad temper pushed her chair further away from Blair’s side (as I told her to sit by her).

Blair sat down hardly on her chair as she slammed down her cell phone on the very, very, very stable table which I swore shook a little bit. “I want to kill Shaant Hacikyan so bad.”

“Why?” I questioned.

She rolled her eyes taking a big, deep breath. “I’m with Josh on this one! I swear she is cheating on him with Shaant. I wouldn’t trust my girlfriend (if I wasn’t straight) with Shaant you could totally tell he likes her! You know what she said today? THAT I LIKE FRANKIE IERO. Number one; he wishes. Number two; you’re my boyfriend. Number three; Frankie Iero?”

I sighed quietly. “And why is Jess doing this?” I pressed on the subject.

“I. Have. No. Clue! But she wants me to go over to her house so we can settle this petty argument. Jess said Beth could come too. Do you want to?” Wow. She’s being nice again! To Beth! And actually surprisingly nodded.

Anabella’s P.O.V

I swallowed deeply. It was hard when your mouth was covered with duct tape. I tried to breathe more slowly through my nose.

Two large silhouettes came from the darkness ahead. A skinny, tall, glowing silhouette came after the other two. A light blinded my eyes.

I heard a cool, velvet voice whisper intensely, “What are their names?” I could see the shape of the skinny glow silhouette’s mouth move slowly but still in an unfashionably quick way. “Most importantly, what is the red-haired girl’s name?” The large silhouettes beside the glowing one whispered something too low I couldn’t make it out. But then I could see one large silhouette going to Mischa and the other one coming to me. “Demolish them, please?”

The large guy who came toward me used his left hand to pick up my legs and his right hand to steady my head. I didn’t bother to fight my way out. The large guy was defiantly unbeatable. I could hear his (defiantly his) feet stomp on the dirt hardly. We were in some kind of underground dungeon or something.

Then out of no where my back clapped on something smooth and metal very hardly. Pain sprang out from my back to my stomach and legs like rotten vines spreading through my body. I closed my eyes tight and when I opened them I didn’t have such a clear vision of the silhouette as I did before. But then he ripped off the tape from my mouth and harshly put it on my eyes. I could see light come out from under the duct tape a bit.

I heard small footsteps come toward us. It was the skinny one I could tell because he had the cold velvet voice which whispered harshly to the bigger boy, “No, no, no! I know this one! This is terrible everything is wrong!” I heard the big stomps from the large man walk away. The velvet voice I couldn’t help but think it sounded so familiar. Then I felt cold hands spring out on my cheek and his hand softly glided on the duct tape on my eyes. I could feel but not exactly hear the little ripping coming from the tape. “Anabella…” The light blinded my eyes. But then it came clear. Sort of. The image came clear but the whole thought didn’t exactly.

“No, why would you kidnap me? Or Mischa? Or Hayley? You are not exactly the brightest person but I just – no.” I hiccupped. I coughed abruptly after. I didn’t exactly know him perfectly well but this just isn’t right. “No. It’s not you.”

He took loud breaths before he replied. Then in a light voice he whispered, “Let’s get you out of here. Is the other two Mischa and Hayley? Wait! Hayley is the red-haired one? This is…not good.” This whole thought was…just…horrid.

“No, no, no! Where do I go? Where am I?” He frowned at me. He ran toward me and pulled me up lightly then picked me up and carried me (bridal style sort of like the larger guy did) to this small door. He opened it and peered in it.

He whispered, “Anabella, you are very skinny so I think this could be easy. Just squeeze your way through and you’ll be in an alley way – please don’t leave or run. I need to…explain things.” I pushed him out of the way weakly as I tried to squeeze into the door. I heard his little steps run. I was crawling through this muddy, cold, dark vent or something. No, it was probably like a tunnel.

I found light ahead of me. I crawled as fast as my little strength could. He wasn’t lying. I saw the dumpsters perfectly. I was really used to the dark (I spent two weeks in it eating dirty McDonalds and lumpy coffee without knowing who was handing it to me). I could see the street lights too. I wasn’t going to listen to him. He kept me hostage in there for two weeks without even knowing it was me? So there was only one thing I could possibly do. Run. I ran as fast as I could. I looked back every two seconds.  Then when I saw the next alley way come I turned and stopped and caught my breath as I heard yells behind me, “Anabella! Anabella!” It scared me so I continued to run. I turned back to see him dead set staring at me with absolute no motion. I cried as I continued to run.

Then just when I thought I ran 489037 miles I bumped into a hard brick building and fell down harshly. My white blonde hair looked black it was so muddy. My head rebounded on the concrete. I slowly tried to adjust my head to see if he was running for me. I slowly tried to open my eyes but I couldn’t I was too weak. I rolled over and that was all the strength I had. I blacked out.

Rheagan’s P.O.V

“Guess what Patty! Guess what!” I yelled over to him enthusiastically. The librarian hushed me. He mouthed, ‘what’. “James just IM-ed me! We’re going to dinner!” The librarian again hushed me.

“The library is closing right away. You guys should make your way out of the-,”

Her voice got cut off as I unplugged my headphones and Kate Nash started to blur together. I signed off on everything I had going on the computer and picked up my clutch and grabbed the 20-paged paper I printed out for English class. I had to do an essay about Hannibal Rising. Then I grabbed Patrick when he stood up and we walked outside of the library.

Patrick rolled his eyes. “James is an unnecessary boy in your life. Seriously, you just met him at Orange Julius and then he ‘coincidently’ popped up in debutantes and now you’re having dinner with him? When, exactly?”

I rolled my eyes and giggled. “C’mon Patty don’t be like that! I haven’t dated anybody in a whole year!”

He sighed loudly enough so I could hear him and responded in a low voice, “I’ve never even had a girlfriend.”

I giggled and pushed him playfully as we got into my orange Mitsubishi eclipse 2009. Then I slammed the door. “You don’t exactly put yourself out there…”