I am currently writing the new chapter of Crimes and Punishments.
OHMIGOD I KNOW, RIGHT?
So.
I drew what Xavier drew in black and red pastel on a canvas yesterday. Took me what, five hours? It was huge and worth it.
Sold it to the neighbor for thirty bucks. CHACHING$$$$$
Srsly. It was amazing.
I got this chapter up so early because Kenny came and gave me a pep talk, mainly consisting of 'Get your ass up and write, whore'. And then, after I woke up the next morning, he was just a dream. My brother says it was just a hallucination because I hadn't slept in three days, but YOU try convincing me that Kenny's not real. Heck; the people who've been reading my stuff a while know because I'm a firm believer that Pepito's real, too. :3
So, Xavier is my icon. I like my icon.
She did not.
She did not, did fucking not, take my sketchbook.
But of course she did.
I woke up with a need to draw a vase for some odd reason, but couldn't find my sketchbook.
"Can I look at your sketchbook?"
"No."
"Pleeease?"
"No."
Pissed, I pulled on gray and black khaki pants and a red t-shirt. After looking at the thin red lines on the inside of my wrist, I pulled on a black jean jacket.
No one had to know about that.
Trinity Casil had gone too far. Putting her name a billion times in the ballot box for the buddy thing, was that bad? Embarrassing, but no, not really. Yelling from one side of the football field to come hang out with her at gym? Yes, but hey, girls were girls.
This was stupid. I had told her no. But she had to go be a bitch and take it anyway.
Whatever, as long as she didn't look through it.
But of course she did.
"Trinity." I cornered her at her locker. She closed it and looked at me.
"Hi, Xavier."
My brown eyes narrowed venomously, and she flinched a bit.
"Where's my sketchpad?" I growled.
She handed it to me, and I snatched it away. "Here."
"Did you look through it?"
"What?"
I was losing patience. "DID YOU-"
"Of course I did." she replied cooly.
I raised an eyebrow, deciding not to say a word.
"Well, if someone steals money from a bank, what do you think they'll do? Leave it aside until it gets all dusty or spend it?"
That was a good point. I kept silent.
"Okay, fine. I'm sorry I took your sketchpad. Happy?"
"No." Of course not.
"Well, what do you want me to do? Go back in the past and make sure I don't steal it? Excuse me for being fascinated in you!"
"…What?"
I wasn't really sure what she meant by that. Fascinated? With me? Wasn't I the cold bastard who never talked to her? I mean, her friends hated me. Besides, I'm nothing special. Just the emo son of a Goth man who decided to never grow up.
"Er- I mean…uh-" She stammered, then stopped. "Sorry." She started to leave, but of course I had to go and pity her. I grabbed her arm, flinching a bit at contact and hating myself.
"Trinity," I ground out, "I'm sorry I was such a jerk at first." Oh, God, kill me know. "Look, I'm never, ever going to sit with your little 'group' at lunch." Who would? They scared me, personally. Not like I would ever, ever admit it. "But…" Oh, fuck. Stupid puppy eyes. "But…I'd be very grateful if you'd sit with me at lunch."
There are no words to describe how stupid I felt at that moment, but because of that look on her face made it all worth it.
"Amigo!"
I looked up from my book, startled, as my best friend burst in through the door. "Pepito?"
"It's been years, Si?" Pepito laughs. "Fifteen, if I remember correctly? I think we moved a bit after Trinity was born." he paused and looked towards the hallway. "How is she, anyway?"
"She's doing homework." I say.
Pepito hasn't really changed a lot over the years. He had told Destiny and I that he was going to college and go into film, and that's why he had moved to New York City. The years hadn't done anything. He looked exactly the same as he
His raven black hair reached his shoulders, in a sort of emo cut, with a baseball cap over his locks. He was definably taller, with more defined muscles and skin that showed that he hadn't seen daylight in a while. His clothes were the same, too- baggy black pants, and a white shirt that said 'NEVERMORE' on it in vampiric letters.
"You haven't changed." I raised an eyebrow. Fifteen years; you'd think he'd grow up.
"Neither have you." He sits next to me and slings his arm around my shoulders. "How 'bout you an' me go out an' hit the bars? Sounds cool, hmm? You're a great partier, if I remember..."
I punch him lightly in the arm, laughing. That one time I got drunk...
Not pretty.
"No way, Pepi." I laugh, sinking back into High School Boy mode without another thought. "I've grown up a bit."
"As I can see." Pepito examines my house thoughtfully. "Pretty boring man-with-a-wife-and-child-and-dog house, chico. But without the dog. And wife, apparently?"
"Business trip." I mutter. He shrugs.
"So how is our little Trinity, anyway?" Pepito asks, and as if on cue, my daughter walks into the room holding a calculator.
"Hey, Dad? Do we have any triple A..." she trails off, noticing our guest. There's an awkward silence, and I'm about to speak, but Pepito beats me too it.
"Using a calculator for your math?" he teases, smirking. "Bad little Trinity. When I was a kid, our teachers would nail us to a wall if we so much as tried to touch one. But hey; this is 2025. Things've changed." He stands up, stretching. "I'm gonna raid your fridge 'n go rent a movie." Sticking out his lip in a pouting position, he adds, "After all, another night all by my lonesome because my best drinking buddy has ditched me to play house. Tata, Squeegee!"
He leaves, forgetting to raid the fridge.
Wow. It's like being back in high school all over again.
I... had a dream about Hannah Montana last night...
You have no idea how much I hate that.
This whole chapter was written while watching Hairspray. Oh, the musical madness. I loved writing for Pepito. I forced my friend Julian to draw me a picture of him, and it's hanging on my wall now.
And nothing happened in this chapter! Yay!
But I should note that no, this story is not going anywhere right now. It's just a bunch of ideas strung together in little pieces of MADNESS. I just like writing it. And I don't care that only Nikki is reading it; I DO NOT CARE. At least I'm writing it, and who pressured me to keep writing anyway? *sticks out tongue*
I got a shirt at Hot Topic today that says 'AND THEN BUFFY STAKED EDWARD. THE END.'. That shirt makes me happy. I also got a Gir SIGG water bottle- they were having this 'everything is 50% off' sale, and I also got a 'Ah! Real Monsters!' iPhone cover for meh new iTouch.
IN OTHER GREAT NEWS...
I am officially taller than all the women in my family. I just outgrew my mom, so I am 5'5 now! NO LONGER A MIDGIT! YAAAAAAAAAY~!
Nikki and I went to an MSI concert together, and then I went to her Invader Idol show and ate corndogs. It was pretty fun.
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