guys i'm sorry. I know I told you i'd write this a long time ago but it's been a really, seriously, intense two weeks. the highlights? I'm going to be singing in Carnegie Hall in less than ten months. I don't love the boy I thought I loved and I don't "love" the boy I like and I don't know how I feel about that. My grades are dropping. The musical is in 25 days. My grades are faltering. It's March. My best friend graduates in May. I think I want to major in music, but i'm suffering of complete and utter -for lack of more intelligent language- confusion in AP music theory. And I feel weird in a way that I could never explain. So, guys, this isn't an excuse, but it's a "give me a break"... a hug would be nice too.
a bright "side" is this, though. after this week, it's spring break and the quarter will be over so my grades will be set in stone (good or bad).. so there should be pretty steady updates. Unless they're so bad I can't have my computer. *sobs in a corner*
I saw this theory on Tumblr the other day and was like, "SERIOUSLY? I thought of that first!" Because like... I have this paper I wrote the Monday after I finished the original story (written in purple ink in physics class)
guys. i'm like officially depressed. this was so good. so freaking good. and then something happened and it's gone.
hannahkayxx
The lights were flashing a technicolor light show before us in the bitterly cold crypt. Our lips moved in unison, the creepy chant descending from our lips without much of a thought. Fabian had prepared us well, we knew our lines and roles well.
Then, suddenly there was an earthshattering noise somewhere between the sound of nails on a chalk board and a thunder clap. The reawakening was beginning, but my legs suddenly went numb. I could vaguely hear Eddie's shout of my name before everything went black.
"Patricia!" Eddie was pleading, shaking my shoulder. "Patricia, are you alright?"
My eyes slowly opened revealing his blurry form kneeling above me. After blinking a few times, my vision returned to normal and I realized we were alone in the room. "Where is everyone?" I asked, rubbing my head with a frown, but adding more urgently, "Robert?"
He shook his head. "It's fine, they're headed up to the school." He answered, still looking me over. "You okay, Yacker?"
I smirked and allowed him to help me up before smoothing my party dress down over my tight clad legs. "Just great, sleaze ball." I answered with a sneer for old time's sake. "We should get back up to the school before they notice we're gone." I told him, honestly wanting to get out of there. That feeling was sneaking it's way into my chest again.
He looked at me for a moment. "Can we talk?" He knew I knew what was about to happen and it was plain that made him nervous.
I exhaled loudly. "You really want to do this here?" I asked, trying to put off the inevitable. "In the undead's crypt?" I hedged, laughing shakily, but I couldn't help the warming in my chest. Nor could I help the stubbornness that was raising from the pit of my stomach to try to defeat that feeling.
His eyes studied me for a long time before he responded. "I love you, Patricia." He told me, hands pressing against the material of my tights, rubbing the leg I'd fallen on. I opened my mouth to speak, but he shook his head. "No, don't. You're shutting down on me." He answered, moving his other hand to cup my face. "Don't. I can see you love me too, Yacker. I know you do."
My mouth was dry, hanging agape for a moment. "I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything." He murmured before leaning forward and kissing me. It was a long kiss, firm and gentle at the same time with his hands pressed against either of my cheeks to keep me there. It sent shivers down my spine and when he pulled away to breath he pressed his forehead to mine. "Hey, Patricia?" He asked with an impish grin and I laughed.
"Yeah, Eddie?" I replied quickly.
He smiled. "Will you go to prom with me?"
From here, we'll flashback back and elaborate on things.
hope it didn't suck too bad!
HANNAHH XX
(you know what to do.)