Seeing Is Deceiving, chapter 1
NIGHT SWEATS AND CIGARETTES
Part One
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Silence filled the air, time has stopped, everyone stopped what they were doing, perked themselves towards the one holding the computer paper note. It seemed it stayed like that forever, just my own self able to move, losing my senses around me as I read the special typed up, ink printed, hand signatured note. I looked up at my friend, Tatiana, who stood beside me, looking over at the note aswell. Tears were in her eyes, but I never got why they were there.
"Ashley.. Oh my god.." She wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace and sobbed on my shoulder my shoulder length blonde hair brushing against her forehead as I turn to look at her. "It's okay to cry, Ashley."
"I'm fine, really." I said, glancing back at the note.
"How could you be! You just got dumped!"
"I'm used to beng isolated," I continued, in a bland sounding voice, oviously not affected by my sudden break up.
"Good morning L.A.!"
"What?"
"And welcome to another brand new day into February!" My alarm clock was set to 7AM on a news radio station, which I thought was better than the normal, default annoying beeps. I groaned as I turned over in my bed, pulling the sheets with me.
"Shit... Can't I get some..sleep..." I mumbled, still groggy from sleep. I squirmed, uncovering my arm and swinging it over infront of me, my hand smashing against every top button and pushing the alarm clock off the night stand."That should..Shut it... Mrr.." I slowly started to drift back to sleep, bringing back my arm back under the warm cotton sheets and nestling my head into my fluffy pillow.
***
"ASHLEY!" I cringed at my room mate, and best friend, Michelle, as she kicked my matress, lifting it a little. I groaned again and turned to her.
"Whaaaat... It's a damn Saturday, what could be so important." I rubbed my eyes and sniffled. She tilted her head down, chin short hair dyed aqua blue, glasses sliding down a little to reveal her abnormal green/ blue and brown eyes, which gave me a 'Are you fucking serious.' look. I stared, and sat up, pulling the blankets around me. "What?... Why are you giving me that look?"
"Well, I thought you would remember-"
"OH MY GOD THE CONCERT!?"
"Yea-HEY. Ash! What concert!"
"Shit, NOTHING!"
"No it isn't nothing! Who's playing and where!" She walked over, her arms twisted, crossed infront of her chest. I mumbled the answer, she told me to speak up or die; of course, she was kidding about the dieing part.
"The Pixies at the Staples Center!" Time seemed to freeze, then and there, for about a secound or two before it fast forward to catch up.
"WHAT?! SHIT ASH! GET DRESSED NOW!"
"YES MASTER!" I joked, smiling that she reacted like that to her favorite band's concert, jumped out of my bed, and ran to my closet, not caring if my vision disappeared for a few moments and I felt like I was going to pass out then and there. I was used to it. It happened to me since I was 5, I know how to handle myself in those kind of situations.
I dug through my pile of clothes, throwing pairs on pants and other clothing behind me, picking out a wrinkled short red tank top and my blue denim jacket, decorted with band pins all over the collars, and iron ons all over the sleeves and back, a few pins down near the buttons, and a few of the small band iron ons fraided or sewn on. I grabbed a pair of denim jeans, the nearest ones I could find that were mine and ran like a bat out of hell, tripping as I tried to put on the pants while headed to the bathroom. I rushed and skipped past Michelle, pulling up the zipper and slipping the button through the slit in the pants it was meant for, and fell into the bathroom, grabbing onto the counter so my head wouldn't hit the tile. I stood up and hurrily brushed my teeth and hair, tying my hair up in a ponytail, leaving the part in my hair as it is. I learned close to the mirror as I took out my eyeliner and put it on as neatly as I possibly can in about a minute.
"Ashley! Hurry up! What time does the concert start! Where are the tickets! Is it only me an you?!" Michelle cried out, and shuffled to me.
"It starts at 3, the tickets are in my bag, and yes, I had only enough for two tickets."
"Can we get souveniers?"
"Of course! Since I got the tickets, you get the drinks, souveniers are optional."
"What do you want when we get there?" I turned to her and looked up, biting my tongue while thinking.
"Uhm.. About...A gazillion Cokes!" I grinned from ear to ear, and slipped passed her, running to my bag and getting out two tickets from a side pocket. "SOCKS!" I ran back, handing her the tickets. "Don't lose these!"
"I won't. Don't worry."
"Good Socks," I pet her head, smiling, and walked back to my room, grabbing my black mid forearm net gloves and slipping them on, then putting in my red dangling skull earrings in both ears, spike bracelet on my right hand and my watch on my left.
"God, you look so punkish..." Socks said, leaning on the door frame of my room.
"That's 'cause I am punk, Socks." I turned, grabbing my phone and ipod and stuffing them in my jacket pockets.
"Why do you need your iPod? We're going to a concert."
"Just in case the music's horrible!" I joked, grinning. "Nah, Cause we need music on the way back, and radios play crap, and the CD player is crap."
"I see. Okay, pop punk, let's go." Michelle said and started to walk to the door.
"Pop sucks..." I mumbled as I follow her out the two bedroom apartment we shared, and outside, walking to the bus stop. just infront of our building at the end of the block. Other tall apartment buildings stood around us, making the two of us feel like ants compared to the buildings. The bus soon arrived, people walked off, then we boarded, taking the seats near the window in the right side.
"Hey Socks."
"Hmm?"
"Remember the time we rode the shit down the swirly white bowl of doom?" I grinned ear to ear as Michelle started to crack up in the middle of what I was saying.
Part One
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Silence filled the air, time has stopped, everyone stopped what they were doing, perked themselves towards the one holding the computer paper note. It seemed it stayed like that forever, just my own self able to move, losing my senses around me as I read the special typed up, ink printed, hand signatured note. I looked up at my friend, Tatiana, who stood beside me, looking over at the note aswell. Tears were in her eyes, but I never got why they were there.
"Ashley.. Oh my god.." She wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace and sobbed on my shoulder my shoulder length blonde hair brushing against her forehead as I turn to look at her. "It's okay to cry, Ashley."
"I'm fine, really." I said, glancing back at the note.
"How could you be! You just got dumped!"
"I'm used to beng isolated," I continued, in a bland sounding voice, oviously not affected by my sudden break up.
"Good morning L.A.!"
"What?"
"And welcome to another brand new day into February!" My alarm clock was set to 7AM on a news radio station, which I thought was better than the normal, default annoying beeps. I groaned as I turned over in my bed, pulling the sheets with me.
"Shit... Can't I get some..sleep..." I mumbled, still groggy from sleep. I squirmed, uncovering my arm and swinging it over infront of me, my hand smashing against every top button and pushing the alarm clock off the night stand."That should..Shut it... Mrr.." I slowly started to drift back to sleep, bringing back my arm back under the warm cotton sheets and nestling my head into my fluffy pillow.
***
"ASHLEY!" I cringed at my room mate, and best friend, Michelle, as she kicked my matress, lifting it a little. I groaned again and turned to her.
"Whaaaat... It's a damn Saturday, what could be so important." I rubbed my eyes and sniffled. She tilted her head down, chin short hair dyed aqua blue, glasses sliding down a little to reveal her abnormal green/ blue and brown eyes, which gave me a 'Are you fucking serious.' look. I stared, and sat up, pulling the blankets around me. "What?... Why are you giving me that look?"
"Well, I thought you would remember-"
"OH MY GOD THE CONCERT!?"
"Yea-HEY. Ash! What concert!"
"Shit, NOTHING!"
"No it isn't nothing! Who's playing and where!" She walked over, her arms twisted, crossed infront of her chest. I mumbled the answer, she told me to speak up or die; of course, she was kidding about the dieing part.
"The Pixies at the Staples Center!" Time seemed to freeze, then and there, for about a secound or two before it fast forward to catch up.
"WHAT?! SHIT ASH! GET DRESSED NOW!"
"YES MASTER!" I joked, smiling that she reacted like that to her favorite band's concert, jumped out of my bed, and ran to my closet, not caring if my vision disappeared for a few moments and I felt like I was going to pass out then and there. I was used to it. It happened to me since I was 5, I know how to handle myself in those kind of situations.
I dug through my pile of clothes, throwing pairs on pants and other clothing behind me, picking out a wrinkled short red tank top and my blue denim jacket, decorted with band pins all over the collars, and iron ons all over the sleeves and back, a few pins down near the buttons, and a few of the small band iron ons fraided or sewn on. I grabbed a pair of denim jeans, the nearest ones I could find that were mine and ran like a bat out of hell, tripping as I tried to put on the pants while headed to the bathroom. I rushed and skipped past Michelle, pulling up the zipper and slipping the button through the slit in the pants it was meant for, and fell into the bathroom, grabbing onto the counter so my head wouldn't hit the tile. I stood up and hurrily brushed my teeth and hair, tying my hair up in a ponytail, leaving the part in my hair as it is. I learned close to the mirror as I took out my eyeliner and put it on as neatly as I possibly can in about a minute.
"Ashley! Hurry up! What time does the concert start! Where are the tickets! Is it only me an you?!" Michelle cried out, and shuffled to me.
"It starts at 3, the tickets are in my bag, and yes, I had only enough for two tickets."
"Can we get souveniers?"
"Of course! Since I got the tickets, you get the drinks, souveniers are optional."
"What do you want when we get there?" I turned to her and looked up, biting my tongue while thinking.
"Uhm.. About...A gazillion Cokes!" I grinned from ear to ear, and slipped passed her, running to my bag and getting out two tickets from a side pocket. "SOCKS!" I ran back, handing her the tickets. "Don't lose these!"
"I won't. Don't worry."
"Good Socks," I pet her head, smiling, and walked back to my room, grabbing my black mid forearm net gloves and slipping them on, then putting in my red dangling skull earrings in both ears, spike bracelet on my right hand and my watch on my left.
"God, you look so punkish..." Socks said, leaning on the door frame of my room.
"That's 'cause I am punk, Socks." I turned, grabbing my phone and ipod and stuffing them in my jacket pockets.
"Why do you need your iPod? We're going to a concert."
"Just in case the music's horrible!" I joked, grinning. "Nah, Cause we need music on the way back, and radios play crap, and the CD player is crap."
"I see. Okay, pop punk, let's go." Michelle said and started to walk to the door.
"Pop sucks..." I mumbled as I follow her out the two bedroom apartment we shared, and outside, walking to the bus stop. just infront of our building at the end of the block. Other tall apartment buildings stood around us, making the two of us feel like ants compared to the buildings. The bus soon arrived, people walked off, then we boarded, taking the seats near the window in the right side.
"Hey Socks."
"Hmm?"
"Remember the time we rode the shit down the swirly white bowl of doom?" I grinned ear to ear as Michelle started to crack up in the middle of what I was saying.
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