Oh, How Wrong We Were To Think Immortality Meant Never Dying., chapter 5
And as the dead-sound monitor beeps its last,
Forget me.
I'm nothing but a fly on the windscreen of your out-lived life.
We eventually got to board the plane. We had first class tickets - I'd never been in first class before. Heck, I'd never been on a plane before. I didn't like heights, and I didn't like flying.
I sat in between Leigh and Gerard, and took out my Walkman. I didn't have an iPod or an mp3, or anything like that. I slipped in a CD and started humming quietly along to Billy Corgan's smooth, soothing voice as he sung "Today" in his majestic way in my ear.
About five minutes later, I felt an almighty lurch. I gripped onto the edge of my chair and tried not to throw up as we set off. Soon, the little red seatbelt button turned to green, and I ran out of my seat to find the bathroom.
It was small, but at least it was clean. I managed to throw up (nice) neatly down the toilet.
I washed up and was on my way back when I crashed right into someone, knocking us both to the ground.
"Sorry! Sorry, I'm such a clutz," they sighed.
I smiled and stood up, then stuck out my hand. The girl smiled back and took it, and I pulled her to her feet.
"Thanks," she said.
"Anytime," I replied.
I looked at her. She was wearing a black MCR shirt and tight jeans. She was short, skinny, and really pretty, but I could tell just by her vibe that she wasn't the preppy type at all. She was...different.
"I'm Blue," I said finally, sticking out my hand.
She shook it gingerly. "I'm Moo."
I nodded. She didn't question my name, so I wouldn't question hers.
"So, where are you headed?" she asked.
"America," I said dumbly.
She laughed. "Yeah, me too...I'm visiting my aunt."
"Cool. So you live in Scotland?"
"England. You?"
"Scotland."
"Cool."
"Yeah...who are you travelling with?" I asked.
"No one...I'm pretty much alone," she smiled. I smiled back.
"You can come sit with me, if you want," I offered. Her green eyes (which weren't far from beautiful) lit up.
"Really?"
"Really really," I smiled.
I led her through the long line back from the toilet and stepped through the curtain that seperated first class from second.
"Hey, guys, this is Moo."
Everyone looked up and gave me a wierd look. I saw their eyes dart from me to Moo, and at last, someone smiled.
"Hi, I'm Adrienne, call me Adie!"
Adrienne stood up and shook Moo's hand.
"Uhh hi, hi, I'm Moo, hi!" Moo burbled.
"I'm Billlie."
"I'm Mike."
"Tre Cool. But you already know that, don't you?" Tre said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Moo giggled nervously.
"I'm Gerard," Gerard said.
"Hi. I'm Moooo," Moo said, adding a few extra 'o''s by mistake. I snorted, and Gerard smiled.
"Nice shirt," he said.
"Thanks."
I sat back down in my seat and indicated at the one opposite to Moo. She sat down and smiled at me.
"So, you heading to America too, huh?" Gerard said.
"Yes."
"Nice accent - English, yeah?" Adie said.
"Yes. Thank you," Moo said.
She didn't really talk much, but I could tell she was someone with a lot to say.
Yeah...I get these thoughts about people. Not like predicaments, not like judging them or anything, just...I put an idea in my head of how they are, or how I want them to be. I don't know why...
"So, where abouts in America does your aunt live?" I asked Moo.
"Uhm, Californie somewhere. She's picking me up from the airport."
"Oh, cool. How long you staying?" I asked.
"A few months."
"Nice."
"Yeah - what's bringing you over?"
"My band," I said, guesturing at Lizzie, who was reading the latest KERRANG! magazine, and at Leigh, who was playing rock, paper, scissors with Tre.
"Wow...are you, like...?" Moo trailed off.
"We just signed with Adeline," I said.
"Ahh...cool. What's your band called?"
"The Overrated."
"Cool - I'll keep a look out for your CD when it comes out," Moo grinned.
I smiled and took out a bag of skittles. I love skittles. Like, big time. Seriously.
"Skittle, anyone?"
"Me, please," Moo said straightaway. I poured some into her hand, and she smiled.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
A few hours later, I was really getting friendly with Moo. She was a pretty cool person, and she hadn't even freaked out about the fact that Gerard Way or Billie Joe Armstrong etc. were sitting in the same vacinity as us.
We were talking about music now. Bands. Moo was asking me what bands I liked. She liked asking questions, I noticed. But in a good way - she was interesting.
"How about Kasabian?" she said.
"No."
"Smashing Pumpkins?"
"YES. I love them," I said.
"Do you?" Gerard asked. "Me too."
"Uhm...the Ramones?"
"Yes. They're my...fourth favourite band."
"Sweet!" Moo said. "I love them."
We continued talking bout music, amongst various other things. Moo was great, she had awesome taste in music too.
There was something about her that I couldn't quite place my finger on. Something unique, something special.
Something.....
Forget me.
I'm nothing but a fly on the windscreen of your out-lived life.
We eventually got to board the plane. We had first class tickets - I'd never been in first class before. Heck, I'd never been on a plane before. I didn't like heights, and I didn't like flying.
I sat in between Leigh and Gerard, and took out my Walkman. I didn't have an iPod or an mp3, or anything like that. I slipped in a CD and started humming quietly along to Billy Corgan's smooth, soothing voice as he sung "Today" in his majestic way in my ear.
About five minutes later, I felt an almighty lurch. I gripped onto the edge of my chair and tried not to throw up as we set off. Soon, the little red seatbelt button turned to green, and I ran out of my seat to find the bathroom.
It was small, but at least it was clean. I managed to throw up (nice) neatly down the toilet.
I washed up and was on my way back when I crashed right into someone, knocking us both to the ground.
"Sorry! Sorry, I'm such a clutz," they sighed.
I smiled and stood up, then stuck out my hand. The girl smiled back and took it, and I pulled her to her feet.
"Thanks," she said.
"Anytime," I replied.
I looked at her. She was wearing a black MCR shirt and tight jeans. She was short, skinny, and really pretty, but I could tell just by her vibe that she wasn't the preppy type at all. She was...different.
"I'm Blue," I said finally, sticking out my hand.
She shook it gingerly. "I'm Moo."
I nodded. She didn't question my name, so I wouldn't question hers.
"So, where are you headed?" she asked.
"America," I said dumbly.
She laughed. "Yeah, me too...I'm visiting my aunt."
"Cool. So you live in Scotland?"
"England. You?"
"Scotland."
"Cool."
"Yeah...who are you travelling with?" I asked.
"No one...I'm pretty much alone," she smiled. I smiled back.
"You can come sit with me, if you want," I offered. Her green eyes (which weren't far from beautiful) lit up.
"Really?"
"Really really," I smiled.
I led her through the long line back from the toilet and stepped through the curtain that seperated first class from second.
"Hey, guys, this is Moo."
Everyone looked up and gave me a wierd look. I saw their eyes dart from me to Moo, and at last, someone smiled.
"Hi, I'm Adrienne, call me Adie!"
Adrienne stood up and shook Moo's hand.
"Uhh hi, hi, I'm Moo, hi!" Moo burbled.
"I'm Billlie."
"I'm Mike."
"Tre Cool. But you already know that, don't you?" Tre said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Moo giggled nervously.
"I'm Gerard," Gerard said.
"Hi. I'm Moooo," Moo said, adding a few extra 'o''s by mistake. I snorted, and Gerard smiled.
"Nice shirt," he said.
"Thanks."
I sat back down in my seat and indicated at the one opposite to Moo. She sat down and smiled at me.
"So, you heading to America too, huh?" Gerard said.
"Yes."
"Nice accent - English, yeah?" Adie said.
"Yes. Thank you," Moo said.
She didn't really talk much, but I could tell she was someone with a lot to say.
Yeah...I get these thoughts about people. Not like predicaments, not like judging them or anything, just...I put an idea in my head of how they are, or how I want them to be. I don't know why...
"So, where abouts in America does your aunt live?" I asked Moo.
"Uhm, Californie somewhere. She's picking me up from the airport."
"Oh, cool. How long you staying?" I asked.
"A few months."
"Nice."
"Yeah - what's bringing you over?"
"My band," I said, guesturing at Lizzie, who was reading the latest KERRANG! magazine, and at Leigh, who was playing rock, paper, scissors with Tre.
"Wow...are you, like...?" Moo trailed off.
"We just signed with Adeline," I said.
"Ahh...cool. What's your band called?"
"The Overrated."
"Cool - I'll keep a look out for your CD when it comes out," Moo grinned.
I smiled and took out a bag of skittles. I love skittles. Like, big time. Seriously.
"Skittle, anyone?"
"Me, please," Moo said straightaway. I poured some into her hand, and she smiled.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
A few hours later, I was really getting friendly with Moo. She was a pretty cool person, and she hadn't even freaked out about the fact that Gerard Way or Billie Joe Armstrong etc. were sitting in the same vacinity as us.
We were talking about music now. Bands. Moo was asking me what bands I liked. She liked asking questions, I noticed. But in a good way - she was interesting.
"How about Kasabian?" she said.
"No."
"Smashing Pumpkins?"
"YES. I love them," I said.
"Do you?" Gerard asked. "Me too."
"Uhm...the Ramones?"
"Yes. They're my...fourth favourite band."
"Sweet!" Moo said. "I love them."
We continued talking bout music, amongst various other things. Moo was great, she had awesome taste in music too.
There was something about her that I couldn't quite place my finger on. Something unique, something special.
Something.....
