When the World Falls Down, chapter 1
There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky within your eyes
There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast in search of new dreams
A love that will last within your heart
I'll place the moon within your heart.
I softly sang to my soundtrack from the "Labyrinth," I'm obsessed with that movie, even if David Bowie is a freak. I rode around aimlessly, just wanting to get away for a while. Finally, I came to a Starbucks, I had been dying for some coffee. I walked inside and all the people that were there were the workers, and four men, all good looking.
I sat down in a chair and started reading one of my mythology books. I heard the men whisper something about, 'hot girl, ' and 'I dare you too.. ' crap. If one of them comes near me, they'll just get their head bitten off. The one with black hair came near me and pretended to look over my shoulder, fine, if he likes mythology, he can read. I turned the page and he started to talk, "hey wait, I wasn't finished!" The guys started snicker, I stared at the man coldly, his eyes were a heavenly green. My brown eyes went hard and cold and he got scared and went back to his buddies.
"Leave that poor girl alone, she doesn't look too happy," the tallest one said, I didn't need his pity! But still, I was thankful that they took a break for a little bit. They all decided to come at me as a group. They pulled up chairs around me and stared at me, if they think I'm gonna get freaked out, they're dead wrong.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I retaliated to they're eyes.
"Aah, an attitude, but my dear, the live thing is so much better, photos cannot capture true beauty," I looked up and I saw a camera flash.
"Hey, that actually turned out pretty good," he said, I held out my hand to grab the digital camera, I looked at my picture and studied it. How did he manage to do that? I looked at my 'photographer' intentively, he was pretty good looking, quite attractive. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," he said, mimicking me. I held the camera out and took a picture, hey he shouldn't have said anything. The rest of the guys laughed while the guy gave me a surprised look.
"Save the picture, savor it," I said bitterly and I walked out. The boys exchanged glances, they were afraid they made me angry, and they were right! They all went chasing after me, piling out the doors and one actually grabbed me. I spun around and smacked him, "don't touch me," I said through gritted teeth. I looked at my victim, he wasn't bleeding, be lucky for that much. "Look, are you some kind of weird, dust freak that doesn't like people touching them?" another one said.
I stared at him coldly and his eyes softened. "Have you been crying?" he asked me. I sniffled and wiped my eyes and shook my head. "Look, I have a bad past, just leave me alone ok, I don't want to see any of you anymore," I said, gasping for breath. If you're thinking I'm crying because of these guys, then you're wrong, I'm crying because my best friend was just killed and now I'm left alone in this world.
"Look, lady, I'm sorry if we hurt you, we were just having a little fun," the tall one said. I looked up and just shook my head, went to my motorcycle, and revved my Harley's engine until it finally started. They all stared at me as I scooted it out. The one with a fauxhakw and the black haired one stood in my way. I got really aggravated, I have a short temper, it's in my blood. "Look, you need to get out of my way, I need to head home," I replied to them as I flipped my bike around to face them. "If you run away, we're just gonna follow you," the fauxhawk haired one told me. I just looked at him, confused, weird much?
"Do you wanna talk or do you just wanna trap me in my own home?" I replied bitterly. Apparently they weren't in the mood for games but neither was I. They hoped into a BMW and followed me. I revved the engine and finally took off. The guys weren't ready yet and tried to catch up, they barely made it.
"Jeez, snob hill much?" Black hair said. That's my nickname for him now.
"I make lots of money," I said.
"What do you do?" he asked.
"I own a business," I said.
"Which one?" the tall one asked me.
"The Outsiders," I replied. The Outsiders was kind of like the Gilman, with no underage drinking. There were bands, food, and tons of parties. One time we even had a lock-in, bands playing all night and moshing the whole night also. Even though it sounds boring, everyone knew each other by their name, nobody was left out, not even the outsiders.
"Joey talks about that all the time!" Black haired screamed.
"Joey? Joey Armstrong, yeah, we all love him, he's not hated by anyone," I said. Joey Armstrong was the absolute favorite around the girls, I had to admit, he was a pretty good looking kid.
"Yeah, that's my Joey, got himself a couple of girlfriends from there too," Black hair said. "We never got to tell you our names have we?" the tall one asked. I shook my head and they all lined up and shook my hand. The tall one was Mike, the one with a fauxhawk was Tre' Cool and Black hair was actually Billie Joe Armstrong. And the one with kind of spiked yet messy hair was Jason White.
"Cool, hey, I forgot to mention, I love your band," I said. They all looked at each other, thinking they could hide behind the glasses and hats. I giggled and for the first time, ever since my friend died, I laughed!
"You seem pretty cool, tell you what, to say I'm truly sorry, how about you come and have dinner with me and my family?" Billie Joe asked me. I looked around, everyone was almost... Pleading that I go. I nodded and walked inside.
"Thirsty?" I asked. Everyone nodded and I passed them random cans of soda, they can fight amongst themselves for whoever gets which. I sat on the love seat while Jason came and sat by me.
"Are you ok?" he asked me, was he really worried about me? I nodded and smiled, he nodded, "good," he replied. An uncomfortable silence took over the two of us, while Billie Joe and Tre' were fighting over if a Gibson was better then a Fender. "Where'd you get the Harley?" he asked nervously. "Um... Harley Davidson shop?" I said with a chuckle. He blushed and forced a chuckle, then I realized that I embarrassed him. My hand touched his, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." He smiled at me, who can resist that smile.
"What do you think?" a voice said. Then a long silence of me looking into Jason's eyes. "Hello!" Billie Joe said. I snapped out of la la land and said, "what?"
"Fender or Gibson?" he asked me.
"Fender all the way!" I shouted. "Ha! Pay up, I told you!" Billie Joe yelled. I laughed, this was going to be the beginning of a very interesting friendship.
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky within your eyes
There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast in search of new dreams
A love that will last within your heart
I'll place the moon within your heart.
I softly sang to my soundtrack from the "Labyrinth," I'm obsessed with that movie, even if David Bowie is a freak. I rode around aimlessly, just wanting to get away for a while. Finally, I came to a Starbucks, I had been dying for some coffee. I walked inside and all the people that were there were the workers, and four men, all good looking.
I sat down in a chair and started reading one of my mythology books. I heard the men whisper something about, 'hot girl, ' and 'I dare you too.. ' crap. If one of them comes near me, they'll just get their head bitten off. The one with black hair came near me and pretended to look over my shoulder, fine, if he likes mythology, he can read. I turned the page and he started to talk, "hey wait, I wasn't finished!" The guys started snicker, I stared at the man coldly, his eyes were a heavenly green. My brown eyes went hard and cold and he got scared and went back to his buddies.
"Leave that poor girl alone, she doesn't look too happy," the tallest one said, I didn't need his pity! But still, I was thankful that they took a break for a little bit. They all decided to come at me as a group. They pulled up chairs around me and stared at me, if they think I'm gonna get freaked out, they're dead wrong.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I retaliated to they're eyes.
"Aah, an attitude, but my dear, the live thing is so much better, photos cannot capture true beauty," I looked up and I saw a camera flash.
"Hey, that actually turned out pretty good," he said, I held out my hand to grab the digital camera, I looked at my picture and studied it. How did he manage to do that? I looked at my 'photographer' intentively, he was pretty good looking, quite attractive. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," he said, mimicking me. I held the camera out and took a picture, hey he shouldn't have said anything. The rest of the guys laughed while the guy gave me a surprised look.
"Save the picture, savor it," I said bitterly and I walked out. The boys exchanged glances, they were afraid they made me angry, and they were right! They all went chasing after me, piling out the doors and one actually grabbed me. I spun around and smacked him, "don't touch me," I said through gritted teeth. I looked at my victim, he wasn't bleeding, be lucky for that much. "Look, are you some kind of weird, dust freak that doesn't like people touching them?" another one said.
I stared at him coldly and his eyes softened. "Have you been crying?" he asked me. I sniffled and wiped my eyes and shook my head. "Look, I have a bad past, just leave me alone ok, I don't want to see any of you anymore," I said, gasping for breath. If you're thinking I'm crying because of these guys, then you're wrong, I'm crying because my best friend was just killed and now I'm left alone in this world.
"Look, lady, I'm sorry if we hurt you, we were just having a little fun," the tall one said. I looked up and just shook my head, went to my motorcycle, and revved my Harley's engine until it finally started. They all stared at me as I scooted it out. The one with a fauxhakw and the black haired one stood in my way. I got really aggravated, I have a short temper, it's in my blood. "Look, you need to get out of my way, I need to head home," I replied to them as I flipped my bike around to face them. "If you run away, we're just gonna follow you," the fauxhawk haired one told me. I just looked at him, confused, weird much?
"Do you wanna talk or do you just wanna trap me in my own home?" I replied bitterly. Apparently they weren't in the mood for games but neither was I. They hoped into a BMW and followed me. I revved the engine and finally took off. The guys weren't ready yet and tried to catch up, they barely made it.
"Jeez, snob hill much?" Black hair said. That's my nickname for him now.
"I make lots of money," I said.
"What do you do?" he asked.
"I own a business," I said.
"Which one?" the tall one asked me.
"The Outsiders," I replied. The Outsiders was kind of like the Gilman, with no underage drinking. There were bands, food, and tons of parties. One time we even had a lock-in, bands playing all night and moshing the whole night also. Even though it sounds boring, everyone knew each other by their name, nobody was left out, not even the outsiders.
"Joey talks about that all the time!" Black haired screamed.
"Joey? Joey Armstrong, yeah, we all love him, he's not hated by anyone," I said. Joey Armstrong was the absolute favorite around the girls, I had to admit, he was a pretty good looking kid.
"Yeah, that's my Joey, got himself a couple of girlfriends from there too," Black hair said. "We never got to tell you our names have we?" the tall one asked. I shook my head and they all lined up and shook my hand. The tall one was Mike, the one with a fauxhawk was Tre' Cool and Black hair was actually Billie Joe Armstrong. And the one with kind of spiked yet messy hair was Jason White.
"Cool, hey, I forgot to mention, I love your band," I said. They all looked at each other, thinking they could hide behind the glasses and hats. I giggled and for the first time, ever since my friend died, I laughed!
"You seem pretty cool, tell you what, to say I'm truly sorry, how about you come and have dinner with me and my family?" Billie Joe asked me. I looked around, everyone was almost... Pleading that I go. I nodded and walked inside.
"Thirsty?" I asked. Everyone nodded and I passed them random cans of soda, they can fight amongst themselves for whoever gets which. I sat on the love seat while Jason came and sat by me.
"Are you ok?" he asked me, was he really worried about me? I nodded and smiled, he nodded, "good," he replied. An uncomfortable silence took over the two of us, while Billie Joe and Tre' were fighting over if a Gibson was better then a Fender. "Where'd you get the Harley?" he asked nervously. "Um... Harley Davidson shop?" I said with a chuckle. He blushed and forced a chuckle, then I realized that I embarrassed him. My hand touched his, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." He smiled at me, who can resist that smile.
"What do you think?" a voice said. Then a long silence of me looking into Jason's eyes. "Hello!" Billie Joe said. I snapped out of la la land and said, "what?"
"Fender or Gibson?" he asked me.
"Fender all the way!" I shouted. "Ha! Pay up, I told you!" Billie Joe yelled. I laughed, this was going to be the beginning of a very interesting friendship.
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