A/N 5.3.13: okay, this is so bad...
honestly, the first chapter's okay, but the rest is absolutely NOT my best. but eh, it's a strange and beautiful process, and im very proud on how excited i was to start it.
here's N-Y-K-K, written in the days of amanda katrice granger. enjoy!
Okay…so I couldn't be more excited about this :D
Maybe it's Some Nights on repeat that's making me overly happy, but I am just so psyched to begin with.
And I have to go LALALA in the middle of the song, so it's probably the stoy that's creating my mood :)
More and more will be explained as the chapters go on, about the back-story and such. 'Cause there's a lot.
This story has been in me for a year, and I am so happy that it's finally coming out. It's the most self-injected thing I've ever done, but everything in Keeperdom connects to life. Right?
It began as Amanda POV, but I realized I'm only good at her with a eerie or procrastinator-Musical-Bells approach. This is neither. And I really enjoy third person, so I had too.
This multi-chap will definitely be shorter than WNTET. I think. At least, that's how I planned it. Maybe it'll get a life of it's own, but I wanna do other things, so I'm not gonna spend a year on this. I already have, so…
Now I sat here, for an hour, trying to find a picture. This picture stinks, it doesn't fit, but nothing else did. And about fifteen (I'm not joking) stupid documents won't go through 'cause of the file name. Please don't complain about the picture. I cried trying to find one, so don't make me cry again.
I'm gonna keep on rambling about my happiness, so I'll just shut up and let the story do the talking.
SCHEDULE CHANGE...AGAIN...School and dance have been insane. So I'll be updating this on Sundays. 'Kay?
N-Y-K-K!
The familiar tune of a xylophone filled her ears, and her eyes snapped open.
Well, she thought it was an xylophone. She wasn't too knowledgeable with instruents.
Her first instinct was look over to the docking station/alarm clock, so she did, and wasn't surprised when she saw:
SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW
APRIL 15, 2012
5:00 AM
Then she looked harder, and her eyes widened.
It was a Saturday, and her alarm doesn't go off on Saturdays. And the clock's set for seven, anyway.
Strange, Amanda thought. Now I won't be able to get back to sleep.
She flopped back down on her bed, letting Gotye belt it out, picking at her Aero sweats and studying the tiles in the ceiling.
All the other girls in the room were asleep. She wanted to get her iPod, but it was on the desk, and that was so far away…
Ding dong.
She shot straight up again, a quizzical look on her face.
A visitor. At five AM. Really?
Her curiosity immediately threw her off her bed, and she closed the bedroom door behind her.
Amanda ran down the stairs, reaching for the hidden key high up above the door. (Mrs. Nash thinks that the girls don't know about it. She's wrong.)
She's stuck her ear to the door, straining to hear anything she could.
Then it came, and she smiled uncontrollably.
"Happy Birthday!"
The shock of hearing him and the realization struck her, and she tried not to laugh about her forgetfulness.
Oh, it's April 15?
She opened the door, aware of her appearance ("Love Pink" cami. Nice.) but happy anyway.
"Finn."
"Hm, you still look fifteen."
"Not till 9:00 PM. What does time matter, anyway?"
"For you, Miss Sweet Sixteen," he said, handing her a bunch of sparkly multi-colored roses.
"Thanks. You remembered my favorite kind," she smiled again, leaning towards him and kissing him on the cheek.
"What are you doing today?" Finn asked, shifting his weight onto his other foot.
"Not sure. The girls wanted to take me out, but I don't think I made any official plans."
"Okay." He said, nodding, almost uncomfortably.
"M-hm," she agreed, feeling the awkward silence, but not for long.
"That's actually...great, but I was thinking about something."
She didn't respond, expecting him to go on, but she didn't.
Instead, he handed her a shiny, small piece of paper, numbers everywhere.
She looked up at him, confused, but she studied it more, and looked up at him again, this time, her mouth open.
"You don't mean…" she trailed off, swallowed up by happiness.
"I do mean, Amanda," he said, relieved by her reaction.
She exclaimed this, her smile so wide her cheekbones throbbed.
"We're going to New York!"
Aaaand Scene.
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