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Dangerous Love - Part 1 - The Beginning
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 Created on 7-7-07
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*This is the story of 17 year old Valerie, who is a lonely goth still waiting for 'the one' that is promised to everyone, but all has failed so far. She is at the point where she was going to lose all faith...*
"Hey Valerie! Over here!", someone yelled from behind the crowd of people in the school courtyard. I look to see who it is and found my best friend Danielle running toward me, with the unforgetable face I like to call the oh-my-got-I-just-got-the-best-news-I've-ever-heard-in-my-whole-life face, waving two flashy rectangles of paper in the air, which only means...
"Omigod! You got the tickets!!!", I cried out as I ran to meet her, knocking anyone who is in my way .
Once we were finally together, she hugs me like a hungery python would 'hug' a rabbit. I gasp for breath after about four seconds of hugging, trying to tell her she has a death grip on me and she needs to loosen up before she kills me. She has quite a strong grip for an eightenen year old, and I wouldn't even dare to arm wrestle her. I just might lose an arm in the process.
"Le-let g-g-go!", I manage to wheeze out.
"Oh! Sorry.", she says sheepishly, releasing me. "I'm just really excited! I got the tickets! I can't wait!"
"Apology accepted. Just never do that again!", I say after I got my breath back. I take a step back and study her for a minute. Danielle really has been working out her board! She dreams of being a pro skater or something. Also, she plays guitar, and she's good. Really good. So, if she doesn't make it as a pro in skateboarding, she will join a band and make it big there. She always wants to go and get famous somehow. Me? No, I'd rather stay away from people. Especially the rich and preppy ones. I sometimes wish that Paris Hilton would go to hell, so I don't have to see her face everytime I turn on the T.V.
"Sorry..well, without you this wouldn't happen. Thanks for paying for the tickets, by the way.", she said, flipping her auburn hair out of her sapphire blue eyes. "We wouldn't see HIM live on stage without you!"
"Don't worry about it. Anyways, where would we be sitting? Was it hard getting the tickets?", I asked.
"Well, remember I wasn't here yesturday?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"I was actually skipping."
"You are such a badass.", I laughed.
"Yup. That's me! 100% Badass! Well, anyways, I got to the box office as early as I could to get the best seats, and with much patience and luck..."
"What?! Tell me!!" My emerald green eyes full of anticipation.
"Well.....I got the first row in the middle!! The perfect seats!!", she cried with joy.
I was astonished. "I. LOVE. YOU. Hear me? I Love You! You rock!" I was so happy that I started to dance around and my natural black hair flapping everywhere. I was probably dancing as if I were a drunk monkey with its butt on fire. That never happened at school before, and I don't care. I'm high on those feel good chemicals in my brain right now. Danielle joins the crazy dancing as well. We started to get strange stares from the surrounding people. It is odd to see a goth and a skater dance like that. We actually start to chant: Ville Valo is so hot! Were going to sit in the perfect spot! HIM is the best band ever! Anyone who says different, their head will be severed! So, yeah, it's pretty weird.
Eventually, we stop because the first bell rings to go to homeroom.We part our ways and go to class. The concert is in ten days. I bet I can wait until then. I think. I hope.
The day went by so fast that I thought school was over within the hour, even though it takes six. Danielle meets me in the hallway and we take her to my house, which is like our hang out spot. I would be riding the bus, but as long I chip in for gas, I get a ride.
She parks in the driveway of the two-story beige house I call my home. We get out of her car and go inside. Nobody else is home, as usual. My parents are working and they don't come home until nine or ten o'clock. Which is okay for me and my parents, we mostly despise each other. They don't like how their daughter is a goth. I don't like any kind of authority over me. End of story.
Danielle and I grab some snacks from the well-stocked pantry in the kitchen and head up to my room, which is the attic. I love what I did to this previously unused room. I removed all the junk my parents stored up there, put in a dark red carpet, painted the walls blood red, which was actually a shade or two lighter than the carpet, and put in some furniture. I love my bed the most though. It is a black canopy with a full-sized mattress covered with Emily the Strange sheets and comforter. Black lace with red trimmings hang overhead and drapes almost reaching the floor. I also put in a stained glass window that has a beautiful design, but the really awesome thing is that it can open an shut like a ordinary window. This room is my haven, my parents stay away from it too. I turn on my stereo and put in my 'Evenescence - The Open Door' cd and turn to #5 - Cloud Nine, my favorite. Amy Lee sounds so sweet with her ghostly wailing and her touching lyrics. I sing along while Danielle listens. When it's over. I bow and curtsy.
"You are such a nerd!", Danielle laughs.
"But I'm a cool nerd", I correct her.
"You know, your singing is really good. Great, actually. I think we should form our own band! What do you think?"
"Hmm, with my supurb singing and your very rocked out guitar skills, we shall rock. Yes, we shall rock hard."
Danielle rolls her eyes. "Good one, Shakespeare."
"Actually, I think someone else wrote that."
Not even three seconds later we break down laughing. I always had a way with words though. I write poems then transform them into songs. Danielle thinks I go to some record company or somthing and show them my stuff, I'll be 'hired' right on tyhe spot. But, I say that happens to other people, not me. Also, she says guys love that kind of stuff and that I'll hook one in no time. I say that happens to other girls, not me. Most guys are assholes anyways, so why should I let them listen? They don't deserve it. They suck. Badly.
"Don't think like that all the time. You're very pretty. You'll find someone. I know you will. Maybe at the HIM concert you'll bump into a guy who is cool and stuff.". Danielle says.
"Whatever. Wishful thinking is wasteful thinking. It's all garbage. So stop making your mind a dump for it or you'll start to smell.", I say stubbornly, and with that she knew this meant this conversation was over.
*If only Valerie knew how right Danielle was...*
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Please Login to post comments| On July 19th 2007 realpaintheory Said : | |
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very good so far! just about to read the next bits :) |
| On July 11th 2007 rebelanjel69 Said : | |
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wow i like so far are you gonna finish? |
| On July 10th 2007 bittyb1 Said : | |
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O like it alot! you should continue |
| On July 10th 2007 7unicornrings Said : | |
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its really good!! well written and great detailing. awesome!! let me know when the next one is out plz. thank you!! ♥ |
| On July 7th 2007 rockprincess31 Said : | |
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This is my first story! Yay for me! ^-^
To anyone who reads: Please tell me if the setting/story so far is good. If it is, I'll go on to the part. If not I'll change it. Honesty is required!!! |
