hey everybody take a look around
put your money where your mouth is
and take your eyes off the ground
we got a hard day a coming
if we can't work out
all the pissy little problems
that we're fightin' about
aye!
- love is our weapon, nevershoutnever!
Ronnie slammed her hand down on her alarm clock, stopping the blur of sounds whirring from it. It might have been Bring Me the Horizon, but she couldn't have told you.
She rolled over gazing at the mesmerizing digital numbers. For some reason, whenever she looks at her clock in the morning, it puts her in a trance for a couple more seconds. It read 7:45 in the morning, she slowly got up and examined herself in the mirror for a moment, before decided to actually do something with her appearance. She began to rush around her room, cursing as she tried to fit into jeans that were getting too tight. It didn't matter to her at this point, she was on the verge of being late. Too much makeup, flamboyant hair, clown like outfit, check. Ronnie ran downstairs as her mother called for her, trying to coax her into eating something.
She shook her head, "No, mum, its fine. I'll snag something off'a Ingle."
'Ingle' was her best friend, with his controlled mess of a mop top, darling voice and an aversion to wearing shoes. He was sweet, in so many different ways.
"Ronnie!" A voice sang from Veronica's front porch. Ronnie looked up from her shoelaces and grinned at the lovely boy that stood outside her door. She scooped up her backpack and trotted outside. "Gimme some of that," she ordered, snatching at his toast.
"Hey," he prompted sternly. "learn to share."
"You're telling me to learn to share? You're the one not giving up that slice of heaven that is the toast in your hand!" she whined dramatically.
Christofer smiled at her, handing over the bread. Ronnie had no trouble making him smile, or giving her food. He ruffled her mass of pink hair as she greedily chewed. Yes, pink. He recalled she had decided at one point or another to rebel, and dye her hair flaming pink.
She shoved him off her porch, "Get goin', we're gonna be late, Ingle." she barked, following him when he started to walk down her driveway.
She looked down at his bare feet, on his left he bore a tattoo of peace sign. Nothing but love and peace, everybody's equal, lets hug instead of making war with this boy. He was even raised vegan.
And Veronica adored every aspect of Christofer Ingle, even down to the cigarette smoke that whispered from his parted lips.
((AN: I apologize if this chapter is a little...lame. It's hopefully, just the beginning. I'll post more chapters if I get a good respone from you guys, peace!))