Ich Will, an as told by ginger fanfic

Author's Note:

This is a little bit of a side project I did while waiting for my role-play partner to get online. (- we were to collaborate on a much larger work of fanfiction/role-play/thingie - based on the animated series, As Told By Ginger. Unfortunately, this project is mostly on hold until I can find a new role-play partner who would be interested in this project I've been putting together. (Particularly one who'd enjoy playing Blake.) ;D)

The story is set in the first year of high school for the younger kids of the show - i.e.: Carl, Hoodsey, Blake, etc.

From around the time the series ended, up until this present setting - Carl had begun a decent into his feelings of resentment, aggression, and battling his urge to indulge in destructive habits.

Though this project doesn't follow 100 percent with the happenings in the last season of the animated series (for reasons of me loathing certain things), I aim to fall into the spirit of it - written for an older audience.

In this segment, I explore some of Carl's feelings of abandonment, (tracing back to those of his father, no doubt) - and his frustration with his relationship with Noelle Sussman.

P.S. - Carl totally seems like the kind of guy who'd listen to Rammstein; does he not? ;) In regards to that, I don't speak German. If any of the translations are off, I wouldn't know for certain.

Ich Will - Rammstein

As Told By Ginger - Nickelodeon

Work of Fanfiction - Me

End Note.

Ich... Will... (I want...)

Ich will...

The eerie green glow flickered here and there... He was really in the doghouse now.

Lying flat on his back - never minding the dirt or the spiders that were known to emerge from the cracks in the floor boards - Carl Foutley's gaze was turned upward; blindly staring up into the single green light above, as if it led to his salvation.

Waiting was like being paralyzed.

...She wouldn't answer her phone.

Ich will dass ihr mir vertraut... (I want you to trust me)

She had a way of making him feel helpless.

She had a way of knocking him senseless.

But it was her charms that were the first to fade away.

Ich will dass ihr mir glaubt... (I want you to believe me)

He stole a moment aside, recalling in all fairness -

he was shorter with her these days.

Lies became sweeter than kisses.

Ich will eure Blicke spüren... (I want to feel your eyes)

Why did he care, anyway?

He didn't really need to see her tonight.

Monster movies could be watched solo.

He didn't need to feel her warmth beside him.

"The alcohol is warm enough... "

Ich will jeden Herzschlag kontrollieren... (I want to control every heartbeat)

His face felt flushed.

The temples of his head throbbed.

Slowly lifting himself off the floor - a soft groan rising with new circulation - he tossed the bottle aside.

He reached up to silence his stereo.

Dusting himself off, he pulled back on his overshirt.

He'd had enough.

... Ich will

Author's Note:

Unfortunately, it seems that I can't format this the way it was originally written, which disturbs the pace in which it was intended to be read. My apologies.

There may be more of this story to come - in what I hope to be the near future.

Until then...

- CarCompanionBob