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(Hunger Games!)
Anyways I know you're all very excited for the sleepover chapter, but I won't be posting it til Friday… So, erm, yeah… I hate to keep you waiting but it's like 8 chapters combined, and that'll prob take like 8 hours to type, proofread, and edit… Sooo…
And the song in this chapter is my own creation! Yay! I love music! XD :3
Let's get this thing started!
BTW I won't be posting reviews, follows, and favs… I changed my mind… Teehee!
(Don't get mad, I change my mind a lot. I'm 13, and this is my first FanFiction. Ever. Like I barely even read any before I started writing this… So gimme a break!)
Let's start for realsies now!
Chapter 8: Brian
Brian POV
4:42 PM
Towsnville Park
After this whole Boomer incident, I need a moment to clear my head. I grab my guitar and whiz over to the park, where I spend a lot of my free time. Here, I'm free to make music without criticism. Here, people (besides Boomer) actually enjoy listening to me. I get here at about 4:45 every day. This'll give my some time to play before the sleepover, which starts at 5:15 or so.
I pull up the latches on my case and slip out my guitar. This is the guitar I received years ago, at this very park...
I was young, 5 years, when I visited this park to clear my mind. Immediately I hear a beautiful sound… Music. I'd never heard music before, so this was a new experience for me. It was wonderful, like a new world of senses had been opened to me. I walked up to the old man playing his guitar and singing his song… The song I've been singing for years… I stared at him, wide-eyed and in awe. He finished his song and looked down at me. Even though I was still a villain at this time, I pulled out the money I had in my pocket, all of it, and dropped it in his case. He looked down at the 67 cents I gave him.
"That's a very generous donation," he says with a grin, "It looks like you've never heard music before,"
I shook my head, "Is that what this is called? Mu-sic? I've never heard it… It's beautiful!" I shout, so loud everyone looks my way. I blushed but tried to ignore them.
"Never heard music before, huh? Then here," he said, handing me his guitar, "I'm getting old anyways." I stared at it in awe, this was the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me before.
"Are… Are you sure?" I stutter, wondering how someone could be so nice to a villain.
"Sure! Meet me here every day at this time for a while, I'll teach you how to play!" he says with a big grin.
My eyes grow and I stand there, admiring the man. I run up to him and give him a hug: a real one.
"Thank you, mister." I said, nearly crying.
"Any day." He said.
That was the best day of my life… Since then I've strived to do the same. Being a RowdyRuff, I'm filthy rich. But I don't keep my money, I donate it. I started an organization that teaches poor kids how to play an instrument of their choice. Once they learn how to play, they get to keep the instrument. I hope that, someday, a child will experience how happy I was that day…
I snap out of my daydream and sit down on the fountain in the center of the park. I pluck a few strings on my guitar, tune them to exactly what pitch I want, and pull out my pick. A few notes and I have already gathered a small crowd.
I clear my throat and start the song.
The wind blows sweetly and softly,
The clouds are above my head.
Nothing will get me down today,
There is nothing for me to dread.
I am happy when I am here,
Happy when I'm with you.
Nothing will get me down today,
Nothing if I'm with you.
The sky is here and it calls to me,
The flower bloom and they grow.
I love the sounds that nature makes,
Loving it more as we grow.
And although,
There are times,
When life is questionable.
And though,
I will cry,
Here I am, I am fine.
The wind blows sweetly and softly,
The clouds are above my head.
Nothing will get me down today,
There is nothing for me to dread.
I am happy when I am here,
Happy when I'm with you.
Nothing will get me down today,
Nothing if I'm with you.
Nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing if,
I'm,
With,
You.
(AN: If you want to hear the song, sung by me, PM me with your e-mail or Skype and I'll send you the song. I can't play guitar though, so it'll be acapella… Hehe maybe piano, if I make piano to go with it. Yay, I wrote a song!)
I hear claps come from the crowd that tripled in size as I was singing. Several people come up to put some money in my little jar, including a familiar face.
"Bunny?" I ask, shocked to see her here.
"How do you know my name?" she asks.
She doesn't recognize me, should I be upset?
"Um… I'm the boy from chemistry…" I say, feeling like I made a very awkward moment.
She stops to think for a moment, then her happy face turns to a snarl.
"BRIAN!" she said, mad as ever.
"Hey, look who remembered my name!" I said, a smirk plastered on my face.
I shouldn't have said that… I know how hard it is to control my temper…
"Look, I'm sorry about what happened after chemistry, but please forgive me! It was an accident!" I said, basically begging for mercy.
She stopped, took a deep breath, and calmed down.
"There we go," I said jokingly as she calmed down.
"Don't. Get. Me. Mad." She said. I nodded out of fear.
A long pause endured and she finally started talking again.
"So, I didn't think a tough guy like you would like music," she said, almost shocked that I did.
That's not bad… Is it?
"Well, I don't see a problem with it," I say, trying to return the tone.
"It's just… I only know a handful of people in this town, other than me, who play any kind of music… Well," she said.
She likes music? This is new!
"I didn't realize you were interested in music, wanna show me?" I said, trying to see her perform.
"Well, sure! I pick up really quickly, but could you play that song one more time? I should be able to play it after that."
Nobody can play a song after hearing it twice! Well… She does have superpowers…
"Alright! I wanna see you try!" I said with a playful tone, preparing to watch her fail.
I perform the song one more time and hand the guitar over to her. She studies it for a moment then begins playing.
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…
…
She nailed it.
She crushed it.
She… She…
She did it perfectly! HOW?!
I stood there, wide eyed with a long mouth, in awe.
"How did- When- What- Who- Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?"
She giggled, "I said I'm a fast learner.
I hate girls.
I pick up my guitar and set it back down into my case, closing the latches. Just before I was going to take off in flight, Bunny yelled to me,
"Wait! Um… Do you wanna walk home with me?" she asked, rubbing the back of her neck. I had to keep myself as contained as possible, making myself sound cool, but as soon as she asks I blurt out,
"YES- I, uh, I mean, sure…"
Smooth.
"Alright! Let's go!" she said as she ran off. I followed her as we slowed down to a slower pace.
"So, um, we're having a sleepover, my sisters and I, we invited your brothers, only Boomer said yes-"
She began.
"Actually Blossom and Butters never invited Butch and Brick, but Bubbles did today so, yes, they're coming. So am I, which is what I'm pretty sure is what you were about to ask," I said, feeling like a mind-reader.
She stared at me wide-eyed, jaw hanging wide open.
"PSYCHIC." She said, keeping the same expression on her face. We laughed for a moment and continued talking.
"So, you were created by imitation ingredients, right?" I asked, trying to avoid the whole "giant" thing.
"Yeah… Sugar was that cheap imitation sugar crap, spice was dirt and twigs, and everything nice was the girls thought of "everything nice"… Plus Chemical X… What about you? You seem to know so much about me, what were you made of?" she asked.
I hated this part…
"My brothers were snips, snails, and puppy dog tails… So I was fur, slugs, kitty cat tails… I sound like some grotesque mutation-"I blurt out before stopping myself, realizing Bunny has that giant form of herself…
"I'm sorry…" I whispered. She stared at the ground, obviously offended by what I said.
"It's… It's okay… We're both the accident's mess-ups…" she said. It took me a while to realize what she meant by that. Both of us are related to accidents (Well not so much me, but I don't want her to feel bad) and we're their failures of trying to make another one of them…
"I guess so…" I said, disappointed about myself, "At least your sisters love you…" I said.
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking up from the ground at my face.
"Well, Boomer likes me, but Butch and Brick treat me like crap… It's like I'm their worst failure ever…" I said, nearly in tears at what my brothers treat me like.
"Oh, Brian, I'm so sorry… Really…" she whispered. I can tell she's choking back her tears too.
"It's not your fault…" I say, wiping what would soon be tears out of my eyes with my sleeve.
"I… I know… It's just… I wanted to walk cause you're the only other person who actually knows how I feel! I just…. I'm glad I asked…" She said, smiling at the ground.
This turned out to be the best walk I've taken in a while…
We arrived at Bunny's house shortly after. She walked up to the porch and knocked on the door. As the Professor opened the door, eyeing me suspiciously, she waved good-bye. I smiled, waved back, and was on my way.
I wonder what the Professor thought about me walking his daughter home…
I shrug off the thought as I walk back home myself. No need to fly, I'm in no rush.
The sun begins to slowly fall out of the sky, and with that comes the rising of the moon. I gaze at the stars as they fade into vision. It was a beautiful night, a full moon…
As soon as I step onto the porch mom opens the door, screaming about how worried she was.
"OF BRIAN HONEY WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN I WAS SO WORRIED I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE HOW WORRIED I WAS PLEASE DON'T DO THAT TO ME AGAIN I LOVE YOU AND PLEASE-"
"Mom, calm down. I was just at the park," I said. Her face calmed down immediately.
"Oh! Okay! Next time make sure to tell me!" she said, walking out of the living room.
Out of nowhere I got a punch in the arm.
"Who were ya' with?" Brick asked.
"No one!" I said. Butch can read my lies like a book, though, so I don't stand a chance hiding anything from him…
"Bunny?" Butch asked. My face turned pink.
"I just walked her home… Gosh…" I said, walking out of the room. Behind me I heard my brother's laughing their asses off, God I hate them.
Hate them or not, in 10 minutes we're leaving for the sleepover, and there's no escaping them then.
Are you guys excited for the sleepover? I am! So get ready! It might not come til Friday though… I mean 2000 words x 8 =…..
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That's about 8 hours of effort, se please, be patient! Thank you guys so much for getting me this far! Follow, fav, review, and spread the word! Thanks!
Auf Wiedersehen!
(PS Since none of you know what Ethnicity I am I might as well have you guess! Bye using "goodbye" or "bye" in a different language every week you'll be CLUELESS! MWAHAHAH! Today is German. Comment and give me your best guess! I mean, I'm from America, but I'm ½ something, ¼ something else, 1/8 of something else and 1/8 another something else so… Guess!)
