Post by Stevison on Jun 26, 2007 12:06:03 GMT -5
Kinda explains itself. I can't think of a name.
Okay, and here's more fanfic:
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I walked across the yard, feeling the dry grass crunch under my feet. The front door led into the kitchen. Two of the walls were lined with light oak cabinets with a space for a fridge. Plain light blue tile that matched the walls and counter tops was laid down on the floor. on either side of the kitchen there was a doorway. To my left was the family room, and to my right was a hallway. I walked to the family room. Light slate paint coated the walls, and a darker blue carpet complimented them nicely, but it was still boring. The previous owners seemed to have an infatuation with the color blue.
I walked back through the kitchen and through the other doorway to the hallway. On either side of the hallway there was a bed room, and there was a bath room at the end. Not surprisingly, there was fake wood flooring and light blue paint. Weren't these people exciting?
In the bathroom, there was a white porcelain sink, toilet, and tub. The walls were white and so was the tile, but the floor had blue diamonds speckled on it.
I walked into the first bedroom and immediately knew it would be mine. Possibly the only non-blue room in the house, the walls were white, but one had vertical black stripes on it. I could see bits of tape and the outlines of at least 30 posters, so I knew the room wasn't plain. There was fluffy gray carpet that I could have slept on comfortably.
I exited 'my' room and walked directly across the hall. It was another blue room, and maybe the most boring one. It had the same paint as the family room, and the same floor as the hallway. Interior decorators, the other owners were not.
I already didn't like the house and I knew mom was never going to re-do it, since all our furniture matched. I walked back into the kitchen to see the movers unpacking tables and chairs. Mom was carrying a box to the family room and yelled something to me. Guessing at what she said, because I wasn't paying attention, I grabbed another box. The long, tiresome, back-breaking, torturous, painstaking, horrible (did I get my point across yet
) process of unpacking began. But I went through it dazed, cause I was still lost in those amazing hazel eyes.
The movers left at 10, all their work done already. Mom and I were about half done unpacking when we called it quits at 11. Having nothing else to do, I sat on my sheetless bed. The curtains were still packed away, so I stared out the open window at Gerard and Mikey's house. Suddenly, I saw some movement coming from their house. I heard a crash through the screen and watched the door of Mikey's house fly open and slam closed. Judging by height, for thats all I could see, Gerard had stormed out of the house. I heard a woman yelling after him, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. Gerard yelled something back from the sidewalk and I heard his voice for the first time. Although hoarse from yelling, and noticeably slurred, it was still beautiful. I saw him walk down the street kicking the air and then stumbling. I could tell he was drunk as he sat down on the curb. I squashed the urge to run out there and wrap my arms around him, remembering that he hated me. I felt a pang of sadness and closed the window. I went to bed on my naked mattress, and as I thought about Gerard's voice again, I thought my heart was breaking. I sighed, and realized I couldn't be in love with some one I never even talked to.
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Okay, I have nine more pages, but I'm getting kicked off the computer. I will have an update by tomorrow.
Have a nice day!
PS. As always, ANY feedback welcome, and feel free to say it sucks, just tell me why so I can fix it.
Byeeeeee!
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Okay, and here's more fanfic:
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I walked across the yard, feeling the dry grass crunch under my feet. The front door led into the kitchen. Two of the walls were lined with light oak cabinets with a space for a fridge. Plain light blue tile that matched the walls and counter tops was laid down on the floor. on either side of the kitchen there was a doorway. To my left was the family room, and to my right was a hallway. I walked to the family room. Light slate paint coated the walls, and a darker blue carpet complimented them nicely, but it was still boring. The previous owners seemed to have an infatuation with the color blue.
I walked back through the kitchen and through the other doorway to the hallway. On either side of the hallway there was a bed room, and there was a bath room at the end. Not surprisingly, there was fake wood flooring and light blue paint. Weren't these people exciting?
In the bathroom, there was a white porcelain sink, toilet, and tub. The walls were white and so was the tile, but the floor had blue diamonds speckled on it.
I walked into the first bedroom and immediately knew it would be mine. Possibly the only non-blue room in the house, the walls were white, but one had vertical black stripes on it. I could see bits of tape and the outlines of at least 30 posters, so I knew the room wasn't plain. There was fluffy gray carpet that I could have slept on comfortably.
I exited 'my' room and walked directly across the hall. It was another blue room, and maybe the most boring one. It had the same paint as the family room, and the same floor as the hallway. Interior decorators, the other owners were not.
I already didn't like the house and I knew mom was never going to re-do it, since all our furniture matched. I walked back into the kitchen to see the movers unpacking tables and chairs. Mom was carrying a box to the family room and yelled something to me. Guessing at what she said, because I wasn't paying attention, I grabbed another box. The long, tiresome, back-breaking, torturous, painstaking, horrible (did I get my point across yet
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The movers left at 10, all their work done already. Mom and I were about half done unpacking when we called it quits at 11. Having nothing else to do, I sat on my sheetless bed. The curtains were still packed away, so I stared out the open window at Gerard and Mikey's house. Suddenly, I saw some movement coming from their house. I heard a crash through the screen and watched the door of Mikey's house fly open and slam closed. Judging by height, for thats all I could see, Gerard had stormed out of the house. I heard a woman yelling after him, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. Gerard yelled something back from the sidewalk and I heard his voice for the first time. Although hoarse from yelling, and noticeably slurred, it was still beautiful. I saw him walk down the street kicking the air and then stumbling. I could tell he was drunk as he sat down on the curb. I squashed the urge to run out there and wrap my arms around him, remembering that he hated me. I felt a pang of sadness and closed the window. I went to bed on my naked mattress, and as I thought about Gerard's voice again, I thought my heart was breaking. I sighed, and realized I couldn't be in love with some one I never even talked to.
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Okay, I have nine more pages, but I'm getting kicked off the computer. I will have an update by tomorrow.
Have a nice day!
PS. As always, ANY feedback welcome, and feel free to say it sucks, just tell me why so I can fix it.
Byeeeeee!