Ah, I was looking over the last chapter... I realize that compared to my other chapters, it was horrible! : (
So... Yeah, hopefully this one is better...
Review? They make me feel all fuzzy inside. : D
"Wake me up- I'm living a nightmare. I will not die.. I will not die! I will survive..." I sang out, head bobbing to the overly loud music. I had been here for about a month. My music annoyed them all, they claimed it was suicidal music. Tch, no. It was the music of life. Listen to the damned music. I will not die. Does that sound like someone who wants to die? Scoffing to myself, I did my own little air guitar, before stopping, and listening to the music. I was challenged by Adrienne to make up a dance routine to this. To her, it seemed hard, but I had so many moves running through my head, it seemed easy. The only hard thing was, coordinating them with the music. It had to be jumpy, for sure. Maybe we could do some kind of... bloody ballerina thing. It'd fit in.
Chuckling lowly, I paused, before kicking my foot in the air, and pushing my hand down to the floor. Spin, arms cross. One foot out, toss my hair in front of me. Leg up, to my chest, spinning in a circle. Stop, for the slow part. I will not die.... Jumping up, I shoved my hands out, mouthing to the lyrics. Elbows out, bend over, leg out, top of my foot facing ahead of me. It looked like a messed up version of an oriental bow. Sliding the foot in front of me, I stood up straight, crossing the foot in front of the other. Pull my hand down, sort of like a 'yes!' Panting slightly, I glared at the wall, moving my hand slowly, until it was hidden behind my back. Step forward, in a slight crouch. Another step forward, same thing. Chant with the music, and put my hand to my heart. Feel alive....
"Nice. You're good." Jumping, I spun around. Dougie. Oh, great. What did the ice cream man want now? The incident had happened over a month ago, but I still blamed him for making me all sticky for hours. SOmeone had used up all the hot water, so I had to wait a few hours for it. Sitting outside, all night, was not fun. He held out a book. I blinked. Alright? I didn't know that Dougie liked books.
"Danny said that you liked books. He got it for you." My eyebrow rose, exaggeratedly. Aw, Danny actually cared? That was so... Annoying. Shaking my head, I held my hand out. He dropped the book in my hand. Twilight. Making a gagging sound, I tossed it back to him.
"I don't like Twilight. Sorry." I shrugged, grabbing his shoulder, and turning him away from me. You know. If I were a guy, he probably would have yelled butt rape. Shoving him out the room, I slammed the door, locking it. It made a click sound. Heh. Click.
Click.
Click.
Click, click, click, click!
Giggling loudly, I jumped back over to my bed. That was fun. More fun than it should have been. Eh. I made everything fun! Both Addy and I did. I sighed, my hands sliding behind my head. I was in a relaxed position. Legs crossed, arms behind my head, and laying on my bed. What more could I ask for? Oh, yes. I could ask for McFly to leave. But that wasn't happening. So far, they had mentioned nothing about going on tour. And in the past month, they had not left the house, except for three concerts. And when Danny joined me on Danny Jr.'s walks. It was sweet, I think they had bonded over the time. They looked cute together, too. Actually, they were beginning to look alike. Hah, Danny looked like a poodle.
Still giggling, I turned onto my stomach, my forehead resting on my arms now. Eventually, I was going to lose circulation. My feet swung around in the air, along with my lower legs. I glanced to the window. I frowned. They had literally put bars on the windows. Bars! Come on, I wasn't suicidal. That seemed to be the impression they had of me. Just because I constantly put myself in danger, and I listened to supposedly 'emo' music, did not mean I was a throat-slitting maniac. I would not kill myself. At times, it'd come in handy... But I wouldn't. Unless I was dying for someone else. Then, totally, yeah. I'd die for anyone. Just how I rolled...
Another sigh escaped my lips. I should probably take DJ for a walk. Standing up, I jogged to the door, smirking at the clicking noise.
Click.
Laughing loudly, I opened the nearly dead door, sliding down the railing on the stairs. Yes, it seemed like something you could only do in movies, but you could definitely do it here. Awesome-sauce? Yes, it was definitely awesome-sauce. Hell, it was sexy. And laughing evilly as you slid was pretty cool, too. As I hopped off the railing, I was met with three amused guys, and one girl who was laughing her ass off. Ah, my best friend, and the twats. Lovely. But you had to admit, the twats were sexy. Not as sexy as the railing, but still fairly sexy. I grinned at the thought, earning looks. The look. The one where I was silently accused of being crazy. Yum-o. Crazy was my thing. Pure madness was the cause. Same thing, yeah? Who cares.
"Well- Danny?" I asked, clicking my tongue. DJ came running, trying to tackle my legs. Eh, sorry little dude You're too puny to tackle me. Danny chuckled, grabbing the leash. It was pink. With rhinestones. I hated it. So did he. But Adrienne said that DJ needed a birthday, and so we said that his date of birth would officially be on July fourth. Which was about a week ago. Ah, the best birthday ever. Fireworks, tons of yelling. Who wouldn't love it? I loved it, even though it wasn't my birthday. I think everyone liked it, it was a fun occasion.
"Heads up!" Danny called out, tossing the leash to me. I caught it, kneeling down to DJ. Slobbery kisses. You hated them, but they were just so cute, coming from DJ. We had taken him to a pet salon. Yes, a pet salon. It was a little awkward for us, seeing as the person kept going on about things we had no clue about. Nail trimming, and a hair cut. That was all I knew of in the doggy salon business. The only thing I could do without something ending up in disaster, would be shampooing, and even then, I'd probably get bitten.
Hm. Or I could just set the dog on Harry... He was a party pooper anyway. It'd teach him not to be so moody. And yes, he was moody. Almost like a PMSy bitch. Not very fun. Around everyone else... So... carefree. Funny, actually. It was weird. Like a negative charge and another negative charge. We did not match up, and we weren't going to. I had no idea why he hated me. What did I do? I just came here, with Adrienne. No vendettas against me, and I definitely didn't make one on the plane... Oh. The plane. What I said in the journal. Ouch. He was moody over that? God, what a wuss!
"-Edith." I jumped, as I was prodded. Ah, prodding. The wonderful sport that took energy out of your index finger. Joy. Pursing my lips, I glared toward Danny. He shrugged, turning around, and heading for the door. DJ was ahead of him, already clawing at the door. He did this every time. That door would eventually die, from major scarring. We'd have to get a new one. With steel. And that one would die from... marks on it's beautiful 'face.' Or exterior, if you felt like being serious. I wasn't really serious. Well, I was. In a weird, sarcastic way.
Both my eyebrows raising, I ran after Danny.
Tackle.
He yelled, toppling over. I fell with him. DJ barked, like the poodle he was, then jumped on my back. Barking in my ear. I groaned, in tune with Danny. He looked over his shoulder, eyes meeting with mine. Obviously annoyed, but still had a hint of amusement. I amuse people!! As always! Hell yes! I burst out in giggles. He couldn't resist. One corner of his lip turned up. Then the other. Then he burst out in a wide grin. Awe, did I mention that he looked sort of like a little boy in a candy shop when he did that? Buck teeth, freckles, the blue eyes. It was adorable.
Turning over, he pushed me off him. As he stood up, I grabbed his ankle, pulling hard. He fell over. On me, of course.
"I didn't know you liked me that way, Danny!" I smirked.
"I don't!" He yelled, quickly. I could see the guys at the door. They were watching us closely. Harry obviously didn't approve, Tom was thinking, and Dougie looked a little peeved. He always liked me. And that was when Tom started looking peeved. Danny was glaring at me. Hey, what d'ya know! Three guys peeved at me, one of them just plain annoyed! I grinned. Adrienne walked out, stopping in her tracks.
"Addy! Danny's trying to rape me!" I yelled, pointing at him. He continued glaring. Everyone else laughed. Ah, amusing people was fun. My job. If only I got paid... Adrienne walked over, grabbing Danny by the back of his shirt. He hopped up, trying to avoid being choked to death by his shirt and Adrienne.
"Danny, play nice." She looked over to me.
"And- it's not rape if you're willing." I glared. Death glare. Kill. Kill! Dammit, kill, death glare! That's why they call you the death glare! Death means killing! I growled under my breath, picking DJ up as I stood.
"Then it will always be rape." I raised an eyebrow toward the two, challenging them to make a comeback.
"Who said we were talking about him raping you? I was talking about you raping him!" I deadpanned. I would not rape him. It was unlady-like. Not that I even remotely acted like a girl. Well, I did... I just preferred being sloppy, and acting like a guy. Except in dance. In dance, I liked being me. A woman. A very immature woman. I smirked to myself.
"Lets go, DJ wants to leave." Danny said, pushing me forward. I stumbled, eyes narrowed. Bastard. Walking forward, with an almost strut, I stopped at the remote control thing at the gates. We had to code in the password to get in or out. They changed it, every two days. And whenever someone tried hacking it, the guards came out. It was funny to watch. They'd interrogate the people, if they weren't smart enough to leave before then. I punched in the password, pressing enter. The gates began opening, but only slightly. There was another secret entrance, for cars. Otherwise, people were dropped off here, and then they snuck in the gates.
Danny trailed after me, DJ nipping at my heels. No, I was not wearing high heels. Rather, high hells. I was wearing flip flops, and a sundress. A white flowy one, with green and black on it. My favorite one. The neckline was incredibly deep. I was surprised that none of the guys hadn't literally tried raping me yet. Heh, that'd be funny. Danny, Dougie, Tom, and Harry arrested, for sexual abuse toward their new roommate. I grinned, a small skip in my step.
"Oi, why do you always have some kind of weird look on your face? It's kinda weird." I turned my head toward Danny, smirking. Because, I have weird thoughts. What do you think, Danny-boy.
"I'm thinking. And what I'm thinking, you will never know." He frowned. Ah, I also loved raining on people's parades. To be figurative, of course. But it'd be awesome to literally do that. I giggled.