Helloooo. I'm back.
So I looked through the few reviews I got and a couple really stood out to me and I really liked a couple of em. So this chapter is dedicated toooo!
Iggy: *Drumrollll*
Fang: TMI
Me: because she's Greek and I'm Greek and its just… amazing! :D
Fang: At first Iggy didn't understand your username.
Iggy: Then Kate explained it to me. ;D Love it by the way!
Me: And I am also dedicating it to….
Iggy: desperatelyobvious
Me: Mainly 'cause I saw her review for chapter 8 and I loved it and then she reviewed chapter 9 and it was also amazingly long so she deserves it :)
Fang: Cool name.
Iggy: Two words! TWO FREAKING WORDS! SPEAK FANG! SPEAK!
Disclaimer: I do not own MR or the songs mentioned in this chapter.
Previously:
"Girls! Hey, it's so great to see you, how've you been?" Melissa Rose, our favorite waitress and my cousin, asked us as we headed towards our favorite booth.
"Oh, just messing with the most stuck up bitches and man-whores in the school, ya know. The regular stuff," I laughed as I slid in next to Ella.
I could tell this was going to get interesting as soon as the prissy group walked in, eyes set on us.
Fang POV
I sat at a table outside of Nick's Greek Restaurant with Iggy, Aaron, Lissa, Bridgid, Keegan, Stephanie, and Jake.
"So, how's the band doing?" Stephanie asked as she moved to sit on my lap.
"Amazing. We're working with these ext-" Aaron was cut off by music that was blasting from a car pulling in.
Sippin' sizzurp in my ride (in my ride)
Like Three 6 (Three 6)
Now I'm feelin' so fly
Like a G6
Like a G6
Like a G6
Now I'm feelin' so fly
Like a G6
DJ put that record on
That's my song, that's my shit
Rocking Henney XO
All these hoes, on my dick
[x3]
Bet you want to see this
Booty bounce
Bet you want to see this
Booty bounce
Bet you want to see this
Booty bouncy bounce b-booty bounce (bounce!)
"Oh em gee! It's Dev!" Lissa laughed with Bridgid, Aaron's arms around both of them.
"Who the hell has a car that nice?" Stephanie asked, still trying to sit in my lap, even though I wasn't letting her.
I turned to look at what she meant when I saw the car. It was a black 2011 Boxster Spyder Porsche.
"Damn, hot car," Iggy laughed as another song began and both doors of the car opened.
If you wanna get with me
There's some things you gotta know
I like my beats fast
And my bass down low
Ba-ba-bass, bass, bass down low
Bass, bass, bass down low
I, I, I like my beats fast
And my bass down low
Bass, bass down low
Bass, bass, bass down low
I, I, I like my beats fast
And my bass down low
"This ones Dev too!" Lissa squealed. Can she get any more fucking annoying? I'm actually starting to wonder why the hell I hang out with her and the other cheerleaders. Right, she's my cousin.
"Lissa, shut up." I gave her a point look and turned back to the car.
It's like one, two, three, to heck with it
I'm bout to take this drink and just stuff it
Fish tank this thing along with four more shots
of Patron I give a care about going home
Straight buzzin Robotussin
Wanna get ya mitts in my oven
Wanna get a lick of this lovin
G-g-g-get a lick of this lovin
Yeah, I like it loud
And I'll make you shout
G-give you that Black Eyed Peas
You know that Boom Boom Pow
"Who ever is in that car, I would love to just-" Aaron smiled as Ella and Max stepped out of the car.
And to add to my misery Max had to just stretch. And not just any stretch, it was one of those slow motion stretches that tend to let your shirt rid up. You know, the one guys do to impress the girls with their amazing abs. Not like I've ever done it… more than necessary anyway.
Well, as she was stretching her shirt did ride up to show off a completely smooth, toned and tanned stomach with a lime green… bellybutton ring?
I'll admit it, I couldn't help but just, take a look. I mean, have you ever seen Max? That's what I thought. You wouldn't have to be able to not look. Simple as that. It was just my hormones that made me look. That's all.
"Wow, slut much?" Bridgid laughed as the guys and I exchanged looks and gulped, all agreeing that well, we're majorly screwed.
Max didn't seem to notice us as she turned off her car and bent over to pull her bag out of the backseat. [Yeah, I know Porsches don't have backseats but go with me will ya?]
Lissa stood up for a moment and immediately saw me checking Max out. "Don't even think about that trash Nick, or you will be sorry."
If Max is trash what are you? I sighed, Lissa's my cousin. Normally she can be really nice when it's just the two of us hanging out but when she gets with Brigid and Stephanie, well she's a bitch.
And it's not even Brig, its Stephanie. I know because Brig is a good friend of mine. She's particularly nice when it's just me, her, and Lissa. I mean, when did she become a bitch?
Another car pulled into the parking lot as I got lost in my thoughts, trying to remember when Lissa and Brigid got that way.
All of these boys got em standin in a line
So many boys keep on beggin for my time
All of these boys I just can't make up my mind
Everywhere I go somebodys tryna be my boyfriend
All of these boys got em standin in a line
So many boys keep on beggin for my time
All of these boys I just can't make up my mind
Show me what u talkin bout maybe we can walk it out
Got so many choices who's it gonna be
Who can handle being with a heavy hitter like me I go go
And if u up for the challenge let me know know
I want the best for my team
I fought the urge to chuckle as the girls gawked at the pink Benz that pulled up. Nudge, Scarlett, and Amber filed out and they all smiled, still oblivious to us, and headed towards Nick's.
They walked in and took a seat at a booth, but right before Max and Ella had given one of the waitress' a hug. What was that about?
"Who do they think they are? Ugh, sluts!" Stephanie scoffed and walked right in, Aaron, Keegan, Iggy, Jake, and Brigid right on her tail.
"She's not that bad." Lissa sighed and walked in, me following right behind her.
[A/N: I really hope none of you are hoping for Lissa or Brigid to be super horrible, 'cause that's kinda why I made up Stephanie. But don't worry, Brigid isn't so nice later on ;D]
"Come on!" Stephanie whined as she slid in a booth right next to where the girls had sat down.
"Now what?" Lissa asked, annoyed at Stephanie.
"We're going to make a fool of all of them of course. I mean, look at those sluts." Stephanie sneered.
Max POV
Ella's eyes went wide as she heard what Stephanie had said. Sitting up so she could turn around and sit on the her knees, arms resting on the seat and her head resting in the fold on her arms.
"If we're sluts then you're a whore sweetheart," Ella shot, sending the girls into a fit of chuckles.
I went and sat next to Ella, in the exact same position as her, and said "Hey Ella, don't call her a whore. That's offensive to all strippers and prostitutes!" And we fell back down, sitting in our original positions, as soon as we saw the look of horror wash of Stephanie's face. Yet, all of her so called 'friends' were laughing. Like, really laughing… Even Fang.
Whoa, right?
Then she got the bright idea to get up and come over to our table and try to hit me. Idiot.
What did she think she was doing? Screw it.
"MelRose! Get some ice!" Amber called from her seat, where she crossed her arms and smiled, ready to see a fight perhaps?
Yeah, she's didn't get one.
Stephanie stood in front of the seat I was currently in as she waited for me to slid out. And I did.
Stephanie smirked, which didn't work for her… at all, and her hand flew towards my face, yet I caught it. Ha, don't mess with Max Ride.
As my grip tightened around Stephanie's wrist, I turned around lightly and picked up my Pepsi before turning back around to see a look of wonder mixed with pain on her face.
Smiling a sickly sweet smile, I dumped the Pepsi onto her head.
"Oh my god!" Stephanie shrieked as I let go of her wrist and pushed her away in one swift movement.
"You don't try to hit me, bitch." With that I headed towards the hostess stand and smiled at MelRose who had seen the whole thing.
"Now that is my baby cousin," MelRose laughed before getting our food. Which was the moment I decided that it'd be best to head back to the table.
As I walked back to the table I saw Stephanie fuming at her friends before storming out the door.
"Get the stick outta your ass!" I heard Amber call after Stephanie.
Wait, do ya'll even know who Stephanie is? No? Let me explain her and a few other people who may be important later on.
First there is Stephanie Pierpont. Long fake blonde hair, huge fake boobs, tight clothes, really blue eyes, and stripped heels. Yep, that's her. Now, Stephanie is the queen bitch of the school. Everyone hates her, yet she's a cheerleader –not cheer captain, that's little miss Brigid- because her daddy paid the coach. So amazing right? Wrong.
Next we have Fang's cousin: Lissa Grey. Long real red hair, really pretty green eyes, slutty clothes, complete bitch, cheerleader. Need I say more? And the sad thing is that if Fang and Lissa weren't related, I'm pretty sure she'd be stalking him. Wanna know how I know? She seems like the type and because once she got mad at Elise McCarthy because she was going out with Fang and took away Fang and Lissa's 'hang out time'. Crazy right? Right.
Then we have Brigid Dywer. Cheercaptain, slut, annoyingly high nasally voice, huge eyes, long fake red hair, tight clothes, and all that other fun stuff. Not. Only reason she's cheercaptain? She slept with the coach's assistant. He was a jock who was in detention and he had to help pick the captain. Some detention right? Wrong. Brigid is always bragging how great Fang is in bed. Pretty fucking crazy right? Especially since I'm almost positive they've never slept together. Although it wouldn't surprise me.
Lastly, we have Jake Hennessey. Football player, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, man-whore, complete idiot, pretty hot –what? I'm not going to deny his attractiveness, no matter how completely incompetent he is- and he loves to flirt, no matter who the hell you are. Nerd? Okay, he'll flirt with you. Cheerleader? Oh he will most diffidently flirt with you. Badass? Sure, but you'll probably break him for even thinking about it. And yes, that did happen.
"Hey girls, wanna join us?" The flirt himself.
"Nah, we're good." I replied nonchantly.
Later, Lissa and Brigid had to leave to go home for something… So the guys, minus Jake who took the girls home, joined us and we pretty much just chilled for the rest of the night.
-!-
"Hey Max!" Ella called as I headed down into the basement, which we had converted into half a recording studio, half a hang out area.
Ella sat in front of her drum set, sticks in her hands, and tapped lightly. Ella always sat in front of them when she was thinking of a new song melody that had been bugging her for awhile.
"I have a little something. Wanna get your lyric pad and guitar?" Ella looked up expectedly, her brown eyes peaking out from her bangs.
I nodded and headed to the recording booth to get the teal notebook where I had written all of our lyrics. The notebook was actually getting pretty beat-up lately.
I grabbed my completely white Washburn acoustic and sat across from Ella.
A couple hours later Ella and I had part of a melody and more than half the lyrics done, alright so they were all done but I wasn't sure about them yet, I still had to check over them again to make sure they were exactly what I wanted but what can I say? I'm a perfectionist.
"So, let's hear it." Ella sighed and set her drumsticks in their little holder that was attached to her set of black and purple drums.
"Alright, this is the acoustic version of…" I thought for a moment, trying to get a name but nothing was coming, "Well, we'll have to come up with a name later."
I pulled Lulu, my guitar, closer to me and started strumming.
[What If: Meg & Dia]
Stand tall
Head and shoulders down
They don't make'm like us anymore
You failed to see that I am not your shadow
I can be more
You said the world is hard to face
I am your umbrella, Megan
But I can keep up with it's pace
If you let me go
I was running to see you down the line
What if I've built up what was mine
What if I didn't forget passion like you did
What if I find my purpose first
What if I fulfill my life's work
What if you counting on my failure made me live
Not scared.
I know you thought I was shakin' fast in my own two shoes
But these soles could fight the ocean waves,
Dirty laundry, and world war II
Finally I see past my front hands
Not a coward's pissed-stained pants
Thank you for telling me I can't
Without you, I wouldn't be where I am
What if I see you down the line
What I took back my lost time
What if I didn't forget passion like you did
What if I find my purpose first
What if I fulfill my life's work
What if you counting on my failure made me live
If you see me again,
You won't know my face
But you'll recall my hurt
Inside of me, a side of you is placed
When I see you again,
I won't be bitter
You, you're so far to blame
You're part of this change
I am so much of you
I won't ever be the same
What if I see you down the line
What I took back what was mine
What if I didn't forget passion like you did
What if I find my purpose first
What if I fulfill my life's work
What if you counting on my failure made me live
What if you counting on my failure made me live
What if you counting on my failure made me live
I finished the song and sighed before looking at Ella to see what she thought of it.
"It'll be amazing as soon as we add in all the other instruments! I can't wait to see what everyone else thinks. Nudge'll love it! But wait, we need a name." Ella thought for a moment but came up with nothing.
"Maybe Scarlett or Amber will think of something," Ella shrugged and stood up from her drums before heading over to the couch set up in front of a television.
As she flicked it on I kept thinking what to name the song.
The chorus repeated in my head, over and over again.
What if I see you down the line
What I took back my lost time
What if I didn't forget passion like you did
What if I find my purpose first
What if I fulfill my life's work
What if you counting on my failure made me live
"What if!"
"What?" Ella twisted around from her seat as I smiled, finally realizing what I was going to name the song.
"It's called What If," my smile grew as I stroked Lulu before setting her back in her case and joining Ella on the couch where she was watching Wedding Crashers.
We ended up falling asleep on the couch after watching two other movies after that.
So, I wanted to update before Friday was over and BAM! There you go Sorry if this chapter seems rushed… I thought it turned out not as wonderful as I hoped.
Anyway, I just realized something.
Ella means she is Spanish. Weird…
So, I was really super sick all Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday and part of Thursday but now I'm slowly getting better.
Iggy: She almost got me and Fang sick. Almost.
Fang: Almost. But she didn't.
Me: Darn. Well, I should probably do my make-up work huh… :/
*Signing off.
-VivaLaKatee