The Man Is My God, chapter 1
*Intro*
My best friend always told me that I had unhealthy obsessions with things. I thought she was joking, until I found out she was absolutely right. My life turned completely around on the day I met [i]him[i]. Who's [i]him[i]? I like to think of [i]him[i] as God. But, hey. Finish the story, first and figure it out for yourself!
*Kelsea's POV*
As I lay in bed that morning I asked myself a question, "Would I ever find someone to love me?" I was 17 and living from foster home to foster home. Everytime I moved in with a new family I had to fuck it up. "What did you do this time?" CPS would ask as they took me away in hand-cuffs at the "scene of the crime."
"It was nothing, God!", I would answer a bit pissed off. I mean, come on, I only almost killed a person and really, it was nothing. But CPS had had enough. As they took me away for the last time they told me I had to find a home on my own. I didn't have many friends, but the ones I did have I loved them like they were my family...well...you know what I mean.
So, I decided to stay with my absolute best friend, Melissa. She was Hispanic and beautiful, smart, and also very funny. We had been friends since the beginning of junior high and managed to stay together until now. We would be graduating in 2 days, but we didn't know what we were planning to do. I was a year younger than her. I started school a bit earlier than most. Anyway, I knocked on her door and she answered only to see my depressed expression.
"What's wrong, sweetie? Are you ok?", she asked sweetly.
"Oh, nothing. I'm fine. Just got kicked out of my last home.", I replied.
"Oh my God. So, what are you gonna do?"
"Well, I was hoping that...uh...I could stay with you for a while. You, know...until I can get a place of my own. Maybe a job.", I said.
"Oh, yea of course you can! You know i'm here for you.", she said.
"Aww, thanks Melissa. You're the best!", I said excitedly.
*Melissa's POV*
I was really excited, I really was. My best friend (all of her friends including me called her Kay for short) for the past 6 or 7 years was moving in with me. We always had fun together, raisin' hell and shit. But Kelsea liked to take it to far. She had an unhealthy obsession with things. She almost shot a person 2 days ago. But I guess I had to love her. She was about to be my first roommate. I think I could help her with her problem, though. I was going to go to college to get my major in psychology. Anyway, we lived in Oakland, CA where all the great musicians get their starts. We lived in one of those apartment things where there's all these stoner wannabe musicians and then some pretty good future star musicians. My apartment was small, but Kay and I were happy we could be together and have fun.
"Hey, Melissa? Hey, where's all that noise comin from?", Kelsea asked all of a sudden.
"Oh, that's just the band upstairs. They must be practicing a new song or something. 'Cause they only sound that bad when they have a new song.", I replied.
"Oh. So what's their names?", Kelsea wanted to know.
"Ummm...well actually I think they might have changed their name. Hang on let me think. Oh. No. Their name is Sweet Children.", I told her.
"Sweet. Haha.", she said trying to be funny.
"Yea, nice. There's 3 guys, Billie, Mike, and Tre.", I said.
"Oh, cool.", she said not too interested, "Well, I'm gonna go take a shower."
"K, I'm goin' to work. See ya later.", I answered.
*Kelsea's POV*
"YOU GOTTA FIGHT dum dum FOR YOUR RIGHT dum dum TO PAAAAAAAARTAAAYYYY!!!", I shouted in the shower. When I was finished my singing was disturbed by a loud crash upstairs.
"What the hell?", was all I could say.
I figured it might just be the band upstairs again. Rehearsing their new song. That was, until I heard smoke alarms go off in the above room. I yelled for Melissa, but I think she had already left for work. So that's why I panicked when I heard a knock at the door. I wrapped a towel around me and quickly ran to the door, only because I heard frantic voices outside of it. I opened the door, mortified to find 2 guys standing right there arguing.
"Damnit Tre! I told you that you couldn't set your drums on fire after the song was over because it was DANGEROUS, and now look what ha-"
"Um, hello?" I cut him off. Forgetting my attire-a towel.
"OH! Uh, hi...umm....yea. Can we use your phone? 'Cause uh, ours is kinda on fire right now.", he said kinda blushing.
"Oh, yea sure. Go ahead.", I said still forgetting my towel.
"'Kay thanks. Oh by the way I'm Billie and that's dumbass. Or we also like to call him Tre.", he said sarcastically.
"Haha. That's ok. Hi, I'm Kelsea. Or Kay. Whatever." He was kinda cute!
"So, you set your drums on FIRE?", I asked Tre who was just standing there kind of quiet.
"Yea, pretty cool, huh?" he said.
"Haha. Yea, pretty cool," I said.
Billie was done on the phone. "Um, can I ask you a favor?" he asked me.
"Shoot," I said.
"Can we stay with you for a couple of days?" he asked unsure of my next answer.
"Um, well...I guess. But I'll need to call my friend first. This is her place," I said unsure of my own answer.
My best friend always told me that I had unhealthy obsessions with things. I thought she was joking, until I found out she was absolutely right. My life turned completely around on the day I met [i]him[i]. Who's [i]him[i]? I like to think of [i]him[i] as God. But, hey. Finish the story, first and figure it out for yourself!
*Kelsea's POV*
As I lay in bed that morning I asked myself a question, "Would I ever find someone to love me?" I was 17 and living from foster home to foster home. Everytime I moved in with a new family I had to fuck it up. "What did you do this time?" CPS would ask as they took me away in hand-cuffs at the "scene of the crime."
"It was nothing, God!", I would answer a bit pissed off. I mean, come on, I only almost killed a person and really, it was nothing. But CPS had had enough. As they took me away for the last time they told me I had to find a home on my own. I didn't have many friends, but the ones I did have I loved them like they were my family...well...you know what I mean.
So, I decided to stay with my absolute best friend, Melissa. She was Hispanic and beautiful, smart, and also very funny. We had been friends since the beginning of junior high and managed to stay together until now. We would be graduating in 2 days, but we didn't know what we were planning to do. I was a year younger than her. I started school a bit earlier than most. Anyway, I knocked on her door and she answered only to see my depressed expression.
"What's wrong, sweetie? Are you ok?", she asked sweetly.
"Oh, nothing. I'm fine. Just got kicked out of my last home.", I replied.
"Oh my God. So, what are you gonna do?"
"Well, I was hoping that...uh...I could stay with you for a while. You, know...until I can get a place of my own. Maybe a job.", I said.
"Oh, yea of course you can! You know i'm here for you.", she said.
"Aww, thanks Melissa. You're the best!", I said excitedly.
*Melissa's POV*
I was really excited, I really was. My best friend (all of her friends including me called her Kay for short) for the past 6 or 7 years was moving in with me. We always had fun together, raisin' hell and shit. But Kelsea liked to take it to far. She had an unhealthy obsession with things. She almost shot a person 2 days ago. But I guess I had to love her. She was about to be my first roommate. I think I could help her with her problem, though. I was going to go to college to get my major in psychology. Anyway, we lived in Oakland, CA where all the great musicians get their starts. We lived in one of those apartment things where there's all these stoner wannabe musicians and then some pretty good future star musicians. My apartment was small, but Kay and I were happy we could be together and have fun.
"Hey, Melissa? Hey, where's all that noise comin from?", Kelsea asked all of a sudden.
"Oh, that's just the band upstairs. They must be practicing a new song or something. 'Cause they only sound that bad when they have a new song.", I replied.
"Oh. So what's their names?", Kelsea wanted to know.
"Ummm...well actually I think they might have changed their name. Hang on let me think. Oh. No. Their name is Sweet Children.", I told her.
"Sweet. Haha.", she said trying to be funny.
"Yea, nice. There's 3 guys, Billie, Mike, and Tre.", I said.
"Oh, cool.", she said not too interested, "Well, I'm gonna go take a shower."
"K, I'm goin' to work. See ya later.", I answered.
*Kelsea's POV*
"YOU GOTTA FIGHT dum dum FOR YOUR RIGHT dum dum TO PAAAAAAAARTAAAYYYY!!!", I shouted in the shower. When I was finished my singing was disturbed by a loud crash upstairs.
"What the hell?", was all I could say.
I figured it might just be the band upstairs again. Rehearsing their new song. That was, until I heard smoke alarms go off in the above room. I yelled for Melissa, but I think she had already left for work. So that's why I panicked when I heard a knock at the door. I wrapped a towel around me and quickly ran to the door, only because I heard frantic voices outside of it. I opened the door, mortified to find 2 guys standing right there arguing.
"Damnit Tre! I told you that you couldn't set your drums on fire after the song was over because it was DANGEROUS, and now look what ha-"
"Um, hello?" I cut him off. Forgetting my attire-a towel.
"OH! Uh, hi...umm....yea. Can we use your phone? 'Cause uh, ours is kinda on fire right now.", he said kinda blushing.
"Oh, yea sure. Go ahead.", I said still forgetting my towel.
"'Kay thanks. Oh by the way I'm Billie and that's dumbass. Or we also like to call him Tre.", he said sarcastically.
"Haha. That's ok. Hi, I'm Kelsea. Or Kay. Whatever." He was kinda cute!
"So, you set your drums on FIRE?", I asked Tre who was just standing there kind of quiet.
"Yea, pretty cool, huh?" he said.
"Haha. Yea, pretty cool," I said.
Billie was done on the phone. "Um, can I ask you a favor?" he asked me.
"Shoot," I said.
"Can we stay with you for a couple of days?" he asked unsure of my next answer.
"Um, well...I guess. But I'll need to call my friend first. This is her place," I said unsure of my own answer.
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