Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone from MSCL, Though I wish I did.
This is a story I was really inspired to write quite a while ago, but I never got around to it. I had the whole thing planned out in my head; I just needed to get un-lazy and write it. So...I finally did. And this is the final product.
Reviews are very much appreciated, while flames will be used to toast my marshmallows. -----
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It's funny the way life works.
How like...You can get so used to a routine, and then out of no where something changes. Something you're not used to having change. And you like...Have NO idea how to react because the other way had become so natural. It's something completely foreign to you. It's almost like it happens just to spite you. To like, remind you to stay alert or whatever. Either way, it doesn't change the fact that it's funny.
Life is, I mean.
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"Brian! Come down here! I need to talk to you!"
My mother's voice had become like...This CONSTANT sound in my house. Something I was so used to hearing that sometimes it didn't register anymore. So I'd end up not responding because I'd think that I was imagining things or whatever.
So then after the second call, she's begin the ''its okay if you're ignoring me'' speech, and then I'd know that it was genuinely her.
"Brian, why do you always ignore me at first? It's OKAY, but I just want to know why..."
Why? Because your voice has become this constant ringing in my head that never seems to stop.
"Uh, no reason...I just didn't hear you..."
"Are you SURE??"
Sometimes...My mother's job can be frustrating to me.
"Yeah..."
"Well, Okay."
She smiled at me the same way she always does. Like she only half believes me. Like one day I'm going to tell her that I never want to hear her voice again or whatever.
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that a friend of mine is going to come over next Friday, and she'll be staying with us for two weeks..."
I don't know why she even bothers telling me anymore. She always has her psychoanalyst friends over, and they get into these like...Deep conversations about the human mind and whatever, and I have to sit and try to contribute to the talk and be polite and everything.
"Oh. That's nice."
She gave me another "smile".
"She'll be bringing her daughter along as well."
Daughter? Okay...It was officially uncharted territory for me. My mother's guests had never had someone stay with us who had a kid of any sort.
"...Daughter?"
"Yes, she has a 15 year-old daughter named Melissa."
...
This was DEFINITELY uncharted territory. I was going to be living under the same roof as a teenage girl for two weeks.
Somehow...it occurred to me that like...Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
Her friend coming over, I mean.
"Oh. That's nice."
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Girls really intrigue me. I can't explain it. I mean, I like them. A lot. I really, really want a girlfriend. But the one I REALLY want isn't exactly a possibility.
Angela Chase. I've lived by her for like...As long as I can remember. I'm always making stupid excuses to interact with her even though I wish I didn't. I mean, it really frustrates me. But I can't help it. It's like I'm permanently attached to her or whatever.
So maybe the prospect of living with a girl is interesting to me. But I doubt I'll stop thinking about Angela.
"Brian! They're here!"
As I came down the stairs I saw my parents opening the door, spewing greetings and struggling to help Mrs. Vanderson with her luggage. I wasn't really paying much attention until I noticed the girl step inside, and I was suddenly like...Totally focused.
She was smiling at my mother and father and nodding her head and she had this long, dark-brown hair that like...Had waves in it or something. She was wearing a tight blue shirt over faded jeans. She had a very nice figure.
"Oh, Melissa, this is my son Brian. Brian, this is Melissa Vanderson."
I noticed that she was smiling at ME now, and I like...Couldn't talk for some reason.
Her eyes were really green. They were like...Gorgeous.
"Hello, Brian!"
She waved to me, and I still couldn't talk. Like I'd left my voice upstairs or whatever. So I kind of nodded my head and looked away.
"Brian, come help carry in their luggage..."
This whole two-week thing...Suddenly it was like...
Not bad at all.
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Okay! That's the end of Chapter One. Sorry it was a bit short, it was more of an intro than anything else.
I hope you enjoyed it, and count on an update quite soon!
This is a story I was really inspired to write quite a while ago, but I never got around to it. I had the whole thing planned out in my head; I just needed to get un-lazy and write it. So...I finally did. And this is the final product.
Reviews are very much appreciated, while flames will be used to toast my marshmallows. -----
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It's funny the way life works.
How like...You can get so used to a routine, and then out of no where something changes. Something you're not used to having change. And you like...Have NO idea how to react because the other way had become so natural. It's something completely foreign to you. It's almost like it happens just to spite you. To like, remind you to stay alert or whatever. Either way, it doesn't change the fact that it's funny.
Life is, I mean.
-----
"Brian! Come down here! I need to talk to you!"
My mother's voice had become like...This CONSTANT sound in my house. Something I was so used to hearing that sometimes it didn't register anymore. So I'd end up not responding because I'd think that I was imagining things or whatever.
So then after the second call, she's begin the ''its okay if you're ignoring me'' speech, and then I'd know that it was genuinely her.
"Brian, why do you always ignore me at first? It's OKAY, but I just want to know why..."
Why? Because your voice has become this constant ringing in my head that never seems to stop.
"Uh, no reason...I just didn't hear you..."
"Are you SURE??"
Sometimes...My mother's job can be frustrating to me.
"Yeah..."
"Well, Okay."
She smiled at me the same way she always does. Like she only half believes me. Like one day I'm going to tell her that I never want to hear her voice again or whatever.
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that a friend of mine is going to come over next Friday, and she'll be staying with us for two weeks..."
I don't know why she even bothers telling me anymore. She always has her psychoanalyst friends over, and they get into these like...Deep conversations about the human mind and whatever, and I have to sit and try to contribute to the talk and be polite and everything.
"Oh. That's nice."
She gave me another "smile".
"She'll be bringing her daughter along as well."
Daughter? Okay...It was officially uncharted territory for me. My mother's guests had never had someone stay with us who had a kid of any sort.
"...Daughter?"
"Yes, she has a 15 year-old daughter named Melissa."
...
This was DEFINITELY uncharted territory. I was going to be living under the same roof as a teenage girl for two weeks.
Somehow...it occurred to me that like...Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
Her friend coming over, I mean.
"Oh. That's nice."
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Girls really intrigue me. I can't explain it. I mean, I like them. A lot. I really, really want a girlfriend. But the one I REALLY want isn't exactly a possibility.
Angela Chase. I've lived by her for like...As long as I can remember. I'm always making stupid excuses to interact with her even though I wish I didn't. I mean, it really frustrates me. But I can't help it. It's like I'm permanently attached to her or whatever.
So maybe the prospect of living with a girl is interesting to me. But I doubt I'll stop thinking about Angela.
"Brian! They're here!"
As I came down the stairs I saw my parents opening the door, spewing greetings and struggling to help Mrs. Vanderson with her luggage. I wasn't really paying much attention until I noticed the girl step inside, and I was suddenly like...Totally focused.
She was smiling at my mother and father and nodding her head and she had this long, dark-brown hair that like...Had waves in it or something. She was wearing a tight blue shirt over faded jeans. She had a very nice figure.
"Oh, Melissa, this is my son Brian. Brian, this is Melissa Vanderson."
I noticed that she was smiling at ME now, and I like...Couldn't talk for some reason.
Her eyes were really green. They were like...Gorgeous.
"Hello, Brian!"
She waved to me, and I still couldn't talk. Like I'd left my voice upstairs or whatever. So I kind of nodded my head and looked away.
"Brian, come help carry in their luggage..."
This whole two-week thing...Suddenly it was like...
Not bad at all.
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Okay! That's the end of Chapter One. Sorry it was a bit short, it was more of an intro than anything else.
I hope you enjoyed it, and count on an update quite soon!