I also used song lyrics, copying the styles of some of the writers I've read, just to be cool. Since I only have 2 chapters done I'm not sure where all the songs are coming from, but hopefully mostly Green Day... whatever captures the mood. I felt this one did. Anyway, enjoy, love you lots for reading!
Disk-lamer: Don't own Bee-Bee, Sooze, Pony, Suburbia, the Circle A, or any other people or places associated with this movie... although I do own Jeff, Buff, and Tim and I keep them locked in my basement for when I get bored HA! just kidding, no I don't. But all the other characters are mine, 'cause I think I'll be introducing some...
chapter 1
Staring out of my window / watching the cars go rolling by / my friends are gone / I've got nothing to do...
Jeff opened his eyes and was immediately aware of his unconsciousness of his surroundings. He rubbed his eyes to clear his blurry vision and tried to remember just what had happened the night before. Tim, he thought. I have to find Tim. He tried to stand up but a combination of gravity and remnants of the past evening still surging through this veins instantly pulled him back downward to the place he was.
After stumbling across the dirty wooden floor for a few minutes, he made it over to the wall, which he used as a tool to help him stand up. Leaning against the wall he got a better observance of the room he was in. Through his still blurry and now stinging eyes he saw that, aside from the dirt and debris, the room was mostly empty. A dust-filled stream of sunlight shone in through a hole in the old beat up curtain by the only window, revealing the contents of the room: empty bottles of various liquors and drugs, some dirty clothes, and empty containers from just about every fast food place in town. Aside from that and a couple of old mattresses on the floor, all that remained was the dirt. Jeff shook his head and waited for his mind to flood with the usual memories after a night of boozing and partying, but all he could remember was sitting in the dark talking to Tim about some intricate details on deep thoughts that somehow managed to have absolutely no significance in real life whatsoever. When he finally had his bearings and remembered how to walk, he began his journey out to find Tim, who seemed to be the only one left out of their once inseparable group.
He opened the door to the outside world and immediately closed and shielded his eyes from the sunlight that seemed to be much brighter than usual. As soon as he was able to see by squinting, he made his way down the stairs in front of the house and out into the street. He started walking. He didn't really know where to, but then again, he never did. He was looking for Tim, who by this time was God knows where. So looking for him anyplace was just about as good as anywhere else. He shoved his hands in his pockets and picked up the pace a little. To his left he was passing Circle A, a place he and his exgirlfriend Sooze used to hang out a lot. Back in the old days…
He tried not to think about the past these days. He and his group of friends, who had been practically inseparable throughout their entire school career, had managed to completely fall apart in the matter of one single night. All thanks to that schmuck, Pony.
Take away the strains of being lonely / Take me to the tracks at Christie Road
Pony had been a dork in high school, and had almost no friends. He didn't hang out with Jeff and the gang much, and no one gave much thought to it. That is, until he moved to LA and became a famous songwriter. Upon a call from Jeff's girlfriend, Pony came out to visit, and left a load of damage behind him, with only Jeff and Tim left to try to pick up the pieces. Jeff's girlfriend ran off with Pony to work with him on some artistic junk, Buff, one of Jeff's best friends, ran off with Erica, Pony's personal assistant, to supposedly become e a filmmaker, and Bee-Bee, a girl he had only just met, was now in rehab for ODing on the convenience store's roof after Tim and Jeff found her.
Jeff was left with Tim, who was sadistic and cruel. A selfish go-nowhere drunk, the same as the rest of them. Still, he was Jeff's only option as a friend left, and so there he was, walking around the streets of Burnfield with an ever-growing hangover and very little patience. Not that patience matters much when nothing ever changes.
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SONG: "Christie Road" by Green Day
Well there you have it. Click you know where to do you know what....