Gateway To Hell

sorry for reposting, but i got a better summary:p

People spend their entire high school years imagining the end of it. Some crazy souls spend even longer imagining the end of high school. Some fantasize because they hate high school, the aspect of it, the hierarchy and exams and pressure, everything about it. Some fantasize because they just love thinking about the future. Some fantasize because they can't wait till college, their dream.

I'm a different story.

I've been imagining what graduating will be like since I've been a freshman, all the crazy shit I would do, the parties, the girls, you get the picture. I'd go somewhere far away with my friends, like New Zealand, and we'd go sky diving, bungee jumping and all the other things we've never had the guts to do before.

Except, here I am, 18 and graduated from high school, and have I done any of that stuff? No. Have I done anything in the slightest bit out of the ordinary? No. Have I done anything at all? No.

In a nutshell, all I've done since graduating high school is play video games with my friends. Seriously, that is all.

I have to admit, I am a loser.

Ever since I've been around, I don't know, seven years old, I've always told myself, when you're older, you'll be cool. But that was a lie. It still is a lie. Age really is just a number; you don't change over the years, at all. Trust me.

I've come up with a logical explanation as to why I'm seriously uncool and it seems that that's never going to change; my brother and my mother. My older brother Joe, he is cool. Everyone loves him, everyone knows who he is. Girls have never been a problem for him. He's in a band, which unsurprisingly, are pretty good. He goes partying every weekend. When he graduated high school, he got high for the first time. This sure as hell doesn't please my mother though. So, to make up for what Joe turned out to be, she decided to mould me into exactly what she wants as a son.

So here I am, 18 year old boy, never drank, never smoked, never done drugs, and never kissed a girl. But on the other hand, straight A's, early acceptance at Yale, on my way to becoming a lawyer, proud mother.

I guess you can't have it both ways.

Now don't get me wrong, I don't want to be getting high and drunk every weekend, I'd just like a little more excitement in my life. I'd just like to be someone else for a while. I'm sick of being Nick, it seriously sucks.

"Hey little bro." My brother interrupted my thoughts as he entered my room. "What's up?"

I shrugged. "Nothing." I said nonchalantly, avoiding eye contact. Joe's my brother, yes, but I've never felt particularly close to him. He tries, but honestly, he ends up insulting me in some way or the other every time he tries.

He raised his eyebrows. "You know Nick; it's kinda weird when you just sit in here for hours, doing nothing except staring at the walls."

"I'm thinking." I said defensively.

"That's weird." He shook his head exasperatedly. "Are you doing anything tonight?"

"No." I replied truthfully. I could go play video games with my friends, but frankly, that's the last thing I want to do.

"Well..." He stretched the word out, a gleam in his eyes. "I have a gig tonight."

"So?" I really don't like where this is going. "You have a 'gig' every weekend."

"Yeah, well we're playing at this club-"

"Like you do every weekend." I interjected rudely.

"-And you should come." He finished.

I stared at him, wondering if he was actually serious. "I don't think so."

"Oh come on Nick, it'll be fun." He pleaded.

"No." I refused, point blank.

"Why not?" He whined in that way only Joe can do without looking like a loser. "You need to have some fun, you've just finished high school and all you're doing is thinking?"

I said no, and I kept saying no, but somehow, tomorrow evening, I found myself in the midst of that party, awkwardly standing by the drinks table, but not actually drinking anything, since they're seemed to be no non-alcoholic drinks, and somebody needed to drive Joe home when he got wasted.

"I'd rather be anywhere but here." I grumbled to myself, irritated with myself, and how I'd managed to let Joe drag me into something I didn't want to do yet again.

"Is that so?" I heard a voice behind me. I whipped around and saw a girl standing there with an impish smile on her face. She was wearing a little black dress, with ripped opaque tights and laced-up black boots. She looked pretty hot, but what really got to me was her long brown curly hair, and big blue eyes. She was, hands down, the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

I guess there is such a thing as love at first sight.

"Hi." She said coyly. "My names Miley, Miley Ray."

For a moment I was dumbstruck. How often does a beautiful girl just come up and start talking to me? Maybe I should come to these parties more often. "I'm Nick." I spluttered.

"Nice to meet you Nick." She smiled. "So is this your first time here?"

"Er, yeah." I half-smiled, a little embarrassed at how easily she'd caught me out. "Is it that obvious?"

"Not entirely." She laughed, and god, the way she laughed, it was enough to make every man in this room weak in the knees. She'd throw her head back, and her whole face would light up. It was, to be honest, breathtaking. "I mean, I don't recognize you, for one."

"Are most of these people regulars?" I questioned, eyebrows raised. As sad as it is to never go out, it's equally sad to go to the same club every single weekend. In my opinion.

"Something like that." She nodded. "But you did look a little...fed up, and uncomfortable."

"Well, I'm not exactly here by choice." I told her. "My brother dragged me here."

"Oh." She said. "So how old are you?"

I hesitated. "Eighteen."

"Me too." She smiled. "So, you just finished high school, what kind of crazy shit have you done?"

Ah, the question I was dreading. "I'm uncomfortable being at a club, what kind of crazy shit do you think I've done, honestly?"

She laughed again. "Good point."

"What about you?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing yet, but I'm going away next week, it's kind of a road trip slash camping, a bit like backpacking I guess, but we have no interest in embracing culture or whatever it is backpackers do." She rambled on at full speed.

"That's cool. I always figured when I'd graduate I'd go away to like, New Zealand with my friends, or something." I shrugged, as if it wasn't really a big deal or anything.

It was. It is.

"Why New Zealand though? I mean, think of that plane ride!" She groaned, wrinkling her nose. "Why would you go somewhere by plane when there are perfectly good places around here within driving distance?"

"Ouch, what's your problem with plane rides?" I nudged her. I can't even remember the last time I'd had a conversation with someone, and it had just been so easy.

"I hate planes, it's just... unnatural. Flying is for birds, not humans." She ran her fingers through her long curls. "Seriously though, why New Zealand?"

"New Zealand's got it all; hiking, horse riding, sky diving, kayaking, bungee jumping, snowboarding, skiing, it's awesome." I spoke enthusiastically, because I've always dreamt of going to New Zealand.

One day.

Maybe.

"You should go then." She hesitated. "Come to think it, why don't you just go?"

"It's complicated." I said tersely.

"What's complicated?" She pressed.

"Because-" And before I had the chance to tell her, to open my heart to this beautiful girl that had appeared out of nowhere, my brother appeared.

"Hey bro, having fun yet?" He asked jovially.

"It's been okay, yeah." I glanced over at Miley. "This is Miley." I nodded towards her with a smile. A smile that I hope didn't completely give away that I was completely smitten.

He grinned. "We've met."

"Oh?" This can't be good.

"So this is your brother." She spoke out, and I wasn't entirely sure which one of us she was talking to.

There was a silence.

I guess you could say it was an awkward silence, but it wasn't. I felt awkward, yes, but somehow I doubt Joe and Miley even noticed. They were staring at each other, with little smirks on both of their faces.

"Have you finished performing?" She addressed Joe, clearly done with me.

"Only for five minutes." He paused. "So let's go dance until I have to go back on."

She positively beamed.

And with that they left.

So I finally meet a girl who I fall for at practically first sight, and of course she's taken, and obviously it had to be with my brother. My cool older brother.

There's just one thing I don't entirely understand. Joe has a girlfriend. Joe's had a girlfriend for the past two years.

It's not fair.

Erlo readers. So here I am, with a new story, when I clearly have enough on my hands. I like this though, more than the others, so I think I might like be concentrating on this, which means frequent updates;) My laptop's fixed which will mean faster updates because I hated turning on the computer, because, quite frankly, I hate moving, and anything that requires even the smallest amount of effort. I suck I know aha. Anyway, I still haven't finished TPC, I realize that. I will post the last chapter once I write it, and I will write it once I stop having writer's block for that story. I've done like stats and stuff though and those numbers, omfg they're amazing. I lav them. Anyway, I would muchly appreciate if you guys would review.

OH. And guess what? This story is based loosely off my favourite movie. EVER. Loosely though. I hate it when people write FF's and basically use a movie's plot. I feel like kicking their teeth in. Anyway, by the end of this story, whoever has guessed which movie it's based off, I will do anything for them which is humanly possible through a computer. ANYTHING. That is a promise. Oh and if you read this entire tiresome boring AN put PEANUTS in yo review and I'll send you a preview of the next chapter of this story, tpc and htwybfb. What a deal. SO REVIEW PLZ. I'd really like at least 10 reviews to be continued. I'm not expecting many becuz this was quiet short and sucky but IT'S JUST THE FIRST CHAPTER. REVIEW PLZ PLZ PLZ IT MAKES MY DAY YOU GUYS ARE SUNSHINE THAT MAKE MY DAY. Okay I'm done. BUT SERIOUSLY REVIEW.