haha. Potato! This was just me being silly. has a background story that i made up myself. The band moves to Chicago to chill. Hayley has an odd craving for Potatoes...
Hayley Williams sat in the kitchen of her new home in Chicago, Illinois. The kitchen had a smooth feeling to it; the ceiling was flat unlike the bumpy kind she was used to. The corners of all of the counter tops and tables were rounded; it made her think of all of times she's bumped her elbow or hip on one of those sharp, wooden, corners. That wouldn't happen again, not while she was living in this new house with her band. Paramore had just finished their Honda Civic tour for their new album, Brand New Eyes. Hayley was ecstatic at how many fans had come out to support them. She loved what she did. She loved the fact that all she had to do was make music to make people happy. She loved her band—her friends. Everything was just great. It wasn't until towards the end of the tour that she and the rest of the band—Zac, Taylor, Jeremy, and Josh—decided to get a place together. They took a vote on where they wanted the place to be built.
"It needs to be somewhere with excitement." Jeremy had implied.
They needed a city, with bustle and thrill. New York was too crazy; Taylor had made very clear to the rest of the band. That's when Hayley suggested Chicago. They all agreed and moved out there as soon as possible. They all had pitched in to afford a five-bedroom, four-bathroom home. The stature was gargantuan. Hayley recollected the moment she walked into her new dwelling. Her tiny, petite, twig-like self felt so out of place in this new abode. The guys quickly reassured her that she would grow to like it. And she did. She felt as if the place had room for anything. Mistakes, craziness—anything. This was home. It would take some adjusting, but this was home.
Now Hayley's leg shook, it bounced crazily on the tile floor of the kitchen. Hayley laid her head on top of her crossed arms on the sleek glass table. She eyed the refrigerator. Its manila shade gleamed under the overhead light. Her eyes twitched, her nose wrinkled. She could just smell it inside of that refrigerated goodness. It was in there, she knew it was. But no. She'd had too much to eat that night. The lasagna that Josh had made for dinner, the buttered broccoli, the leftover sweet peas her mother had dropped off a week ago as a housewarming gift. She was full. Or was she? She didn't feel full. And there had to be something wonderful for her to sink her teeth into inside of that fridge. Now her mouth was watering, she scrunched her eyes up tight, trying to get rid of the much wanted sensation of food on her tongue. Her knees bounced against the bottom of the dinner table. She wanted it more than she wanted it. Oh good, God it was killing her. She needed food now.
She hopped up from the table and marched over the fridge. Her clammy fingers grasped that silver handle and yanked it open. Her facial expression: seriously hungry. She rummaged through the meat drawer and found nothing but Zac's beloved turkey bacon. Yuck she thought and pushed it aside. She opened up another drawer and fished out something random. Potato. She pulled out the sack of potatoes and spread them out on the garnet counter. She grabbed a nicely shaped potato and popped it into the microwave. She pressed the five minute button as the heater whirred to life. Hayley propped her elbows up on the counter in front of the microwave. Round and Round and Round her potato spun. Need. Want. They almost sounded exactly the same at this particular moment. Hayley realized that she had never been so famished. She ignored this feeling and focused on getting that potato into her stomach without swallowing it whole.
The microwave was at its three minute mark. Three more minutes? Hayley exclaimed in her mind. She couldn't wait any longer. She pressed the open button of the new-fangled, grey, gleaming microwave (also a housewarming gift) and plucked the potato from the machine. She got goose bumps as her fingers touched the brown skin of the vegetable. It was slightly warm on the outside but the inside, Hayley knew was still cold. Two minutes wasn't nearly enough for a potato to be completely oven-hot. But she didn't care. She didn't even take the time to peal the skin of the potato off with her long, purple-painted nails. She bit right into it. Her tooth front teeth digging into the white, fluffy goodness of the potato. She savored it on her tongue, chewed and swallowed. It tasted so good. Hayley tried to imagine what chocolate would taste like to her at this state. If only she had some chocolate.
"Hayley?" came and proverbial voice from behind her.
Hayley spun around to come face-to-face with Josh. He was in his pajamas. A loose t-shirt and some long blue-plaid pants. He raised his eyebrows at her, a smirk forming on his face.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Nuffin." Hayley said, bits of dry potato flying from her lips.
Josh chuckled and shook his head. "Hayles, you hate potatoes."
She chewed on her already mouthed bits of potato and swallowed. So good.
"No, I don't." she protested.
He snatched the potato from her grasp.
"Hey!" she said, angrily "Give it back to me Josh!" he held it above her head as she tried to reach for it.
"No, Hayley. You told me you hated potatoes. You refused to eat them at Thanksgiving dinner, remember?"
Josh tossed the potato within his hands, like a tennis ball.
"No." Hayley persisted "I said I didn't like dry potatoes. You know, like without any sour cream or butter on it. I love potatoes."
"This potato is dry." Josh pointed out.
Hayley bit her lip. "I was very hungry." She tried to snatch it from him but he was too quick her. He lurched his arm away from her so that she couldn't get to her snack.
She scowled and gave up. She wasn't supposed to be eating that potato anyway.
Josh bit into the veggie that he held in his hands as Hayley stood there in shock, her mouth agape. He just bit into my potato.
Lol. Sorry if i wasted your time. Comments are appreciated though!