Greetings mortals! Well... Damn. This is chapter twenty guys! No worries, we're far from over, but... damn. Have I really written twenty chapters? Just... DAMN! Alright, I'm better. Everyone ready for another epicful chapter? Its a Beca POV, BTW. Thought that with the last chapter, y'alls would like to see the world according to Beca. As I've said before, first person POV isn't really my thing so, please be a bit nicer with reviews. not that you're not always all super kind and ridiculously awesome... Just, erm... you know what? I'm just going to shut up now.
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As Jessica once more stepped left rather then right and slammed right into CR, I literally had to bite down on my tongue so that I didn't start cursing the girl out. What the in the fucking hell was her problem? I mean, come on! It's not that fucking hard. Did she not fucking get her left and right? Like seriously? Kindergarten shit here. Glancing over, I could see Aubrey's obvious frustration about having to sit practice out.
Feeling a pang of sympathy for Aubrey, I had to take a few deep breaths so that I didn't immediately go over and try to sort of kinda comfort her in that awkward, odd way that I do. As she slowly and what looked to be rather painfully got to her feet and hobbled over, I quickly schooled my face back down to one of nonchalance and boredom... or at least I hope I did.
"What the aca-hell was that Jessica?" Aubrey barked, making her way over to where Jessica was standing, "Are you so dumb that you do not understand the difference between your left and right? This is an exceedingly simple thing and yet you manage to mess this up every single time. Could you PLEASE give me and explanation as to why you do this, because for the life of me, I cannot understand why you continue to make such a stupid mistake!"
"Oh, erm, see," Jessica stuttered, obviously scared of Aubrey, "I actually, see, funny story, I um... I know my left and right. I just erm, well I just, umm...Well you see. Umm... It won't happen again?"
"See that it does not!" Aubrey snapped, turning around and going back to her seat. "AGAIN!"
Walking back into position, I made no attempt to hide my annoyance with the set. I mean, a capella so far has turned out to be surprisingly cool, but the songs Aubrey has picked out and the choreography she has is just so fucking old school, it really isn't even funny. Like seriously, if I think I'd be fine if I never saw the sign. Like ever. And eternal flames make me want to sleep. And I SO would turn this beat around if I could. But I can't. Yet. Working on it, but meh. Holding my hands out in what I think was kinda sort of a heart, I sighed. If I was bored right now, I could only wonder how bored anyone watching this would be. Thank GOD we weren't like preforming in front of anyone important. I could deal with singing these old school songs and dance this stupid shit in front of a bunch of old shrinks, but if this was like serious comp, I think I'd have cut a bitch by now.
"Alright girls, take ten!" Aubrey called, thankfully freeing us, "Oh, Beca, could you come here for a sec?"
Immediately, I felt my stomach drop and I felt that fluttery feeling most call butterflies in my belly. Fucking hell, this was ridiculous! Get it together Mitchell! Taking a deep breath, I quickly composed myself before turning around and going over to where Aubrey was sitting.
"Yo, what up Cap?" I asked, jogging over.
"I noticed you seem to be having a bit of difficulty making a heart," Aubrey said without preamble. Holding her hands out, she pressed her fingers together and formed a perfect heart, "Here, its actually quite simple. Just press the pads of your thumbs together and the tips of your fingers."
"Like this?" I asked, doing my best to copy Aubrey.
"No silly, like this!" Aubrey laughed, grabbing my hands.
Immediately, my breath caught, and I had to struggle to not let out a squeak. Aubrey's hands were warm and strong, but soft to the touch. Staring dumbly at Aubrey, I barely even noticed as she gently molded my fingers together to make a heart. Holy fucking shit. Aubrey Posen was holding my hands. Holy shit. This was, oh my god. As a goofy smile made its way onto my face, I was struggling to find it in me to care. Distantly, I saw Chloe grinning at me, but meh, Aubrey fucking Posen was holding my hands. Dude...
And then Aubrey started freaking out, and the happy feeling was gone. I could only stare in shock as Aubrey drops my hands like they were burning her (or more likely repulse her) and started to hyperventilate. Awkwardly shifting around, I'm at a loss as to what I'm suppose to do. i mean, what the hell am I suppose to do? One second Aubrey was fine, and now she's flipping out. Holy shit, what do I do? Thankfully Aubrey gets herself under control soon and opens her eyes to reveal her beautiful green eyes.
"Sorry about that," Aubrey said weakly, "That will be all Beca, you may go back and rejoin the others."
For a second, I was tempted to just leave, but taking one look at Aubrey's sad and defeated face, I decided to just hunker down and brush it all off. Aubrey needed a friend right nnow, and dammit, I'm going to try. Making sure I was close enough to be comforting, but far enough to not freak her out... At least, I hoped so. I mean, who knew? maybe I was freaking her out and she would flip shit, but hopefully, she wouldn't!
"Naw, its alright," I said, grinning, "Thanks for showing me how to make a heart."
"You are welcome," Aubrey said, with a fucking adorable small smile, "After all, I wouldn't want you to be making a square when we preform whilst everyone else makes a heart. It wouldn't look very good for the team"
"Oh thanks,"I said sarcastically, but without my usual edge, "So you didn't teach me so that I didn't look like an ass, just so that all of you didn't look bad? Thanks Bree. For a second, I thought you cared!"
"You're welcome, though I do care about you Beca," Aubrey said, her words surprisingly a bit, an odd look flitted across Aubrey's face before her usual mask of indifference was back, "I do believe you should go rejoin the others Beca. I'd like to go through the routine a few more times before I dismiss practice, alright?"
"Yeah, um, guess you're right," I said awkwardly, getting up.
Walking away, I tried to puzzle out what the hell just happened. What the hell? Did Aubrey actually like me? No, shit, I had to get a grip on this. I was over thinking, letting myself get to far ahead of myself. Aubrey was just being nice, pitying the poor girl who'd been in this hell hole forever. Sighing, I took my place with the rest of the girls, trying to make sense of the fucking maelstrom of emotions swirling inside of me. God, I knew I was falling for Aubrey, but shit, this recent interaction, if that's what it would be called, was seriously throwing me. Fuck, i was so screwed right now.
As we started to dance again, I couldn't help but to glance over at Aubrey once more. She had her head down, and it looked like she was miles away. God, she looked just completely defeated, and I felt my heart tear a bit. Fucking hell. God, I never wanted to EVER see Aubrey cry, and right now, she looked damn close to that. Biting back my own tears, I tried to get a hold of myself. Fucking hell, what was happening to me? I was Beca Mitchell! I didn't do this shit. Any yet, I was. and the even scarier thing was that I didn't really care.
"So Beca," Chloe said happily, once we had taken our seats, "What's happening in the fabulous and oh so interesting life of you?"
"Well, found another fuck buddy, did some meth, MADE some meth, busted a drug lord and fucked his wife. I was offered a slot on the Mars mission, however, I declined because I knew you'd miss me too much... Oh, and I also managed to make a new mix," I smirked, "Yeah, all in a single day too. Impressed myself there actually. Feel free to bask in my awesomeness."
"Oh, ha ha ha," Chloe deadpanned, "You're SOOOOO funny."
"Oh, I know!" I said, winking, "I think I really missed my higher calling!"
"Some one's in a good mood," Chloe smiled, "What's happening, really that's got you so happy? Got some new development on the whole romance front I've missed, oh my god, that's it! Spill Mitchell!"
"Wait, what?" I asked, my smirk wiped off of my face, "What kinda of bullshit are you sprouting Beale? Did you suffer a recent blow to the head that would make you think something as fucking crazy as that?"
"You know Beca, I see things that most don't. That's why I'm good at my job, so spill," Chloe said smugly.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said nervously, in no mood to deal with Chloe's shit today.
"Yeah, you do," Chloe said simply, "Now come on Beca, spill! I need you to help me help you. I think you're really close to a break through and I just want to help. I think you and Aubrey have something special, so please, tell me what's going on!"
"JessetoldmeaboutAubrey!" I suddenly said in a rush.
Clapping my hand over my mouth, I was fucking kicking myself. Fucking stupid! Why the hell did I just say that? So fucking stupid. GAH! This was bad, so very bad. Chloe was going to rat me out now, and shit was going to get shitty. FUCK! This so NOT god. Shit shit fuckity shitbuckets! I JUST got my visitation rights back, and then I do something fucking stupid like this? GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! FUCK! GAH! This was just UGH! What the hell did I just do?
Looking up, I saw Chloe just staring at me, not saying anything. Shit, she was doing the creepy silent thing. FUCK! I was SO screwed now. FUCK! Ugh. This was bad. So VERY bad.
"So how much did Jesse tell you?" Chloe asked, her voice betraying nothing.
"Not much really, just that erm, well, her father was a prick and forced her to do some shit," I said nervously, "He didn't know much, and he only told me because I forced it out of him, so PLEASE don't like sue him or anything!"
"I see, and how did you react to this?" Chloe asked, her eyes, usually bright, now flat and expressionless.
"I erm, I got mad. Like really mad," I stammered out, "I- I saw red. Yeah, I know, but no, I didn't go all out like before. I dunno... it was really weird. One second, I saw red and was about to you know. go all fucking psycho, but then the next, I look over at Aubrey, and It was weird. She was laughing and smiling, and something about that struck with me, and I was able to fight the haze for once. I don't know how or why, so don't ask, all I know is that it happened, so yeah."
"Really," Chloe asked sharply, "You fought through the haze?"
"Yeah," I said, smiling a bit, "I did."
"BECAAAAAAAAAA!" Chloe shrieked, hopping out of her chair to wrap me in a massive bear hug, "This is great! Oh my god Beca! You did it! While don't condone you weedeling info out of Jesse, oh my god, BECAAAAAAAA! This is it! you're going to get better and now you're gonna leave! Oh my god, I don't know if I should be happy or if i should miss you right now!"
"Can't breathe, let go please!" Beca choked out.
"Oh, right," Chloe said, sitting back down, "But Beca, oh my gosh, this is great!"
"Hey, don't get ahead of yourself here," I huffed, "I'm not out yet."
"But you will be, soon," Chloe said confidently, "I know it."
"Yeah..." I said awkwardly, "So erm, was that all?"
"Nope!" Chloe smiled, we still have about twenty minutes left, so its time to spill Mitchell, "What's going on between you and Aubrey? You evaded the question before, but that ain't happening again! Now spill!"
"Wait, what!" I shriek, practically falling out of my chair, "We're really back to this? Chloe, no. There is nothing going on, and there never will be, so please, just drop it, okay?"
"Nope!" Chloe said cheerily, "I know that you've got yourself a crush, now spill!"
"Dude, do NOT say that again," I deadpanned, "Crush sounds so fucking high school."
"So what would you call it then?" Chloe smirked.
"umm..." I said, trying to come up with something, "A minor interest in a rather mysterious and quite good looking woman?"
"Uh huh," Chloe smirked, "Which is what most of us call a crush Beca!"
"So what?" I snapped back, "Even if I do, ugh, have a crush, what's the point? She doesn't like me anyway, so there's no point. God Chloe, just drop it!"
"I think Aubrey just might surprise you Beca," Chloe said, smiling a bit.
"Yeah, she might," I growl, "But then what? This isn't fucking Hollywood Chloe. I have nothing to offer, and you know what? That actually means something in the real world Chloe! Aubrey's got a whole life ahead of her, fucking fancy cars, a fucking business empire and the world at her fingertips once she leaves! What do I have? A few mixes, and that's it. I have no job, no skills, no family, no money. Chloe, I have NOTHING! here, we're all the same, with our little secrets and the material shit doesn't matter, but out there? it does, and I have nothing Chloe. She has everything, and I have nothing! There is no fucking way in hell Aubrey Posen could ever like me back, alright! Now PLEASE! Just fucking drop this!"
Standing up, I push my chair back and storm out of the room, leaving a rather stunned Chloe behind me. Slamming her office door behind me, I don't listen to her apologies or pleas to come back. Fuck that. I just need a few seconds to myself. Actually, i need a bit more then a few seconds, but its a start. Aimlessly walking down the depressingly familiar halls of Barden, I don't even realize where I am until finally I somehow end back up at my dorm room. Aubrey's dorm room, too, but not out dorm room. The only thing we share is a living space, nothing else. That thought alone is enough to turn my anger into sorrow, and with a sigh, I rest my head against the cool wood.
God, what am I getting myself into? This is fucking crazy, a real Romeo and Juliet story for you. Except, there is no undying love, no one helping us, no big romantic gestures because God knows I can't do that. I've tried working on the little things, but it doesn't seem like Aubrey's even noticed. I'm just that girl she has to share a room with, nothing more. God, how stupid could I be? Why did I let myself even think for a second that I MIGHT have a chance with Aubrey? Because fuck me, but I don't. Everything I said back there was true. She's so far out of my league, its not even funny, yet here I am, standing at a door, still hoping a bit she might actually like me.
With a sigh, I pull the handle back and open the door. Life sucks, and you know what? I get that. I'm just going to go mope in a corner now and be sad. Walking into the room, Aubrey looks up at me, slightly surprised, but gives me a small smile and a wave. Fucking hell, why does she do that? She said it herself. She's here for some R&R and then she's gone. Fucking shit like that gives me hope, and I don't want hope now, because the more I have, the more her leaving will hurt. Simply grunting and then plopping down at my desk, I stare blankly at my computer screen.
In the black screen, I can see Aubrey staring at me curiously, but she quickly catches herself and starts flipping through the pages of what looks like the set list her interest in me gone. With a sigh, I turn on my computer and click on my mixing software. fucking hell, for a second, I actually thought she cared. who the hell am I kidding. Ugh! I have to get over this.
However, I swear, the universe hates me, because the second my software loads, Aubrey's mix, you know, the modern Mozart and Beethoven one that I've been working on for her? Yeah, that one? It IMMEDIATELY started to play. For a second, I almost ripped my fucking headphones off, but at the last second, I stopped myself. Fuck it. There was no harm in looking, right? I guess, that while she was here, I could enjoy her company and pretend for a while that we had a chance, right?
"Aubrey?" I asked quietly.
"Yes Beca?" Aubrey said, standing up and turning around.
"I... um..." I stuttered, struggling to find the right words. What the hell was I even trying to say?
"I can't- It's um... I was just... Umm..."
"Beca, you know you can talk to me if you wish," Aubrey kindly, now facing me, "I promise that I will not judge," here Aubrey let out a humorless chuckle, "God knows I have no right. However, this isn't about me. You seemed off when you came in. If you do not want to answer this, you don't have to, but what was bothering you when you came in?"
Fuck, she was staring at me now, her green eyes practically boring into my soul. Fuck, I couldn't go through with this. I may like her a lot, but she was going to leave, and I wasn't, plain and simple. Might as well try and be a friend though until she did go though. There wasn't much else I could really do.
"I just had an interesting talk with Chlo," I said hoping not to give anything away. "Its nothing really. Just her usual seeing into your soul thing. Fucking hell, how does that woman even know everything she does? Its like she fucking knows what I'm thinking even before I think it!"
"I completely understand!" Aubrey laughed, "Chloe has like a sixth sense about things like that!"
"Oh my God, she does!" I laughed too, enjoying the sound of Aubrey's laugh.
Sitting there, across from Aubrey, I felt myself slip away just a little more. Aubrey's laugh. Damn, I can't even describe it. Her real laugh that is, not the fake shit on she does to be polite. When she laughs, its like my world stops, and its only her. She throws her head back just a little, and her green eyes sparkle even brighter, if that's even possible. I don't know. It's just so fucking beautiful, it honestly makes me want to cry.
Sitting there, I felt myself fall in love a little more with Aubrey Posen, and it was killing me. I couldn't have her, no matter how badly I wanted her, and as our laughter died down once again, I felt the truth of that settle down on me like a massive weight.
"If you don't mind me asking, what are you thinking about?" Aubrey asked, though in a way that made me feel like i was on the spot.
"You." I said before I even realized what i was saying. Shit, "I was... um, was just thinking about you and erm, just how much you've changed since you came here." I quickly amended.
"Oh, right," Aubrey said, an odd look flitting across her face, "Yes, it most definitely has been an interesting month and a half!"
"Really, is that it?" I asked, genuinely surprised, "Huh. time flies, I guess. Wow, really only a month and a half?"
"Yeah, its hard to believe sometimes," Aubrey smiled sadly, "Things just keep changing, and I don't know. Its getting hard to keep track of everything."
"Not everything changes," I said, desperately wanting her to be happy again, "Focus on the constants and then worry about the changing variables."
"Did you take that from Chloe?" Aubrey smirked.
"Maybeeeeee..." I said sheepishly. Oh well, caught in the act! "But even still, it works. Just focus on what's really there and then you can worry about the moving shit. I get the whole moving world shit, and it works for me."
"You know, right up until you found the need for profane language, you actually sounded quite intelligent," Aubrey said, laughing, "Your odd almost compulsive need to constantly use such foul language really does ruin things sometimes."
"You know, I picked out like half of those words, so erm... Fuck that?" I laughed, though I was serious abut only getting half of what she just said.
Instead of answering, Aubrey just burst into laughter again, sending my heart soaring. Laughing, along, I let myself revel in the moment once more. Who knew how many more times I'd get to see this, right? However, when our laughter finally died down, Aubrey had an odd look on her face , like she was thinking about something serious. Biting my lip, I wondered what was bothering her right now.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked,admittedly slightly worried about Aubrey's sudden change in attitude,, "You've got the 'I'm thinking about something serious' look."
"Oh, just thinking about what my constants are," Aubrey shrugged, a tinge of sadness in her voice, "Literally everything in my life has changed over the last few weeks, and I'm just lost anymore. its like I'm free falling or something."
Racking my brain, I tried to think of something to try and cheer her up, "Well, there's at least one thing that's always going to be there!"
"Pardon?" Aubrey asked, coking an eyebrow.
"You're tattoo," I smiled, feeling pretty fucking proud of myself for thinking of that, "Its always going to be there. And it's an anchor, right? So let it be your anchor. When you feel untethered or lost, just let your tattoo be your metaphorical anchor."
Aubrey's jaw literally dropped, and she just stared at me. For a second, i was afraid i had offended, her but as I saw her struggling to comprehend, to make sense of what had just happened, I got it. For all of her smarts, somethings, she didn't just quite get, and I guess I managed to surprise her... SCORE!
"How did you...?" Aubrey stuttered out.
"What?" I asked, but then quickly got a hold of myself, "Oh, how did I get that? Cuz I have tattoos like that too. My cricket, the lyrics, you know, shit like that. I get the whole lost and alone thing," Here Beca chuckled mirthlessly, "Story of my life, ya know? Trust me, you're not the first to be having identity issues. Had them when I was coming to terms being gay, had them coming here, had them basically forever. Oh shit... You're not like freaked out or anything right now, are you?"
FUCK! I just literally came out to Aubrey! Fuck, this was bad. Shit. She was going to freak out now, and FUCK! UGH! Way to go Mitchell, way to go. Fucking ruined the moment because you don't know what a fucking filter is. Dammit!
"What? Oh, no," Aubrey said, looking a little dazed, "It's fine."
"Cool..." I said awkwardly, not sure where I stood right now.
"Yeah... If you don't mind me asking, what lyrics o you have on your back?" Aubrey suddenly asked.
"How did you know they were there?" I asked, a bit surprised, however, i quickly recovered and became my usual snarky self, "Stalking my shower Posen?"
"What? God no!" Aubrey said, shaking her head and turning a rather adorable shade of pink, "Do remember we are roommates Beca, and you do not always warn me when you are about to get changed. Also I could ask you the same thing, however, considering we've already gone over this, it would be pointless."
"Riiiiiiiiiiight," I said, nodding my head, still not buying it, "So before we got all fancy, I think you were asking what tattoo I had on my back, right?"
"I do believe so," Aubrey said her face still pretty pink.
"Its just the chorus of Titanium. Powerful song to me, and yeah," I said simply, "So on to you. I share, now you share. Why did you get your tattoo? And don't just say to anchor you or to rebel, what caused you to get it? Of course, if you don't wanna tell me I guess you don't have to. I'm just curious."
"Oh... well, its a rater long story," Aubrey said nervously.
"Hey, I've got time," I said, laying down on my side, "That's one thing I have plenty of here. But then again, if that translated into I don't want to tell you, then like I said, no biggie."
"No no, I suppose its only fair I tell you," Aubrey sighed, "I got this when I was 18. No quite that rebellious that I had a fake ID. But anyway, it was the day after I had finished my junior year in college, the first time, and as you probably could have guessed, I was the top of my class. However, it wasn't good enough for my father, and when I came home with a 4.9 GPA, yes, that is possible, he freaked out. Yelled, threw things and it was just so frightening. I was so proud I had managed to get above a 4.0, but since apparently I could have gotten a 5.0, a 4.9 was unacceptable."
"Shit, Aubrey..." I said, not sure if I was angry or sad. Probably both, "I had no idea..."
"No no, its alright, what happened happened," Aubrey said her voice both sad and slightly bitter, "But that's when I got this. I was just so lost and I was feeling so shitty about myself, I went back to my dorm room, and I honestly don't know what came over me. I was suddenly so mad, so just unbelievably angry, that I just up and left for three days. My parents never called me in that time, and I didn't do much. I just drove and slept in motels, not caring about anything. At the end of my little road trip, I passed a tattoo parlor, and I don't know why, but I just went in based off of a whim. Walked in, and I got this. My father was so angry when he he first saw it that he almost made me remove it, but my mother talked him out of it when she heard I might end up with a large scar. So instead, he gave me a very long lecture, and at the end of it, he told me to be ashamed every time I saw my tattoo, to let it serve as a permanent reminder of my shameful weakness.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Aubrey..." I said, shocked at how much of a douche her father was.
"What for?" Aubrey laughed her voice eerily cold, "You did nothing to me, and you were not there at the time. I do not need your pity Beca, nor do I want it. The past is the past, and I'd like to leave it there."
"Right, sorry," I said, some what afraid of this new Aubrey.
Instead of answering me, Aubrey turned over, facing the wall. Staring at her, I felt the urge to go over and just hug her, try and take some of the pain away, but I new that I couldn't. So instead, I just started at her back, and felt tears prick at my eyes. Impatiently rubbing them away, I had to actually sit on my hands so that didn't reach over and try and comfort her.
Fucking hell, she didn't want me. I had to remember that. I was just the distraction until she finally got out of here, a person to talk to, a shoulder to cry on (if she ever cred). and you know what? i was okay with that... or at least, I would be if I wasn't falling for her. With a sigh I got up and walked back over to my computer and put my head phones on.
Turning the volume up, but not so loud that I would bother Aubrey, I lost myself in making the bass line and in the soothing sounds of classical music.
So, si, no si? Good chapter, bad chapter? Tell me how it was please :) And guys. 99 follows? FUCKING AWESOME! I love you awesome nerds :) Who's gonna be my 100th follow and best friend for life? Oh, and mortals, as an important note, waatp and I are coming out with the most epic adventure/thriller/alein fic ever, so yeah, everyone read it. Guys, seriously, its fucking fantastic. I'm putting the first 4 paragraphs in at the very bottom, and those hook you, go follow Waatp and look for the fic sleepwalkers!.
On to my aca-mortals now!
cxcxcx386: Yeah... Bree's got quite a few issues. Self depreciation and the inability to see the good in herself is something she has to deal with now, courtesy of Mr. Posen. And yeah... I'd rather have Beca then a 4.9 GPA any day :) To bad I'm not Aubrey though ;) lol, and yeah... Brit is pretty awesome. And hmm... Maybe. I'll see what I can throw in. And Bella's practices are fun!
Guest: Glad you liked the Mitchsen mate! Hope you can deal with me for another 2+ months XD
cheekymadom: No spoilers mate. I'm keeping this locked down ;) And no, no there isn't. I am a heartless bitch, and if I have to Kill Aubrey or beca to prove this, I will... MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Msweeny1997: You know... You could just say I'm freaking outstanding. Cuz I am, but hey, this is great works too :) And duh! Angst is my thing, so no one gets a happy ending.. Or maybe, if people are nice, I might be nice and do a happy ending XD And hmm... forgot about cancer... Thanks for reminding me mate! I think Brit's at risk, don't you? lol, nah, I'm sort of kidding. Just saying you should get yourself ready... I may not pull a Shattered, but then again, I might.
Chloe: Yes, yes it is.
ballpointmf: Thanks mate :) Will do!
chile101: lol, some one seems a bit happy... Glad I was able to make your day! Gotta tell me how that goes though mate. I did that once, High school (Not in college yet) and they weren't very happy with me. It was funny as shit though! looked quite epic until the policeman ordered me back into class. not so epic then. Flipped the ass off though, so meh.
reading-is-my-love: lol, yeah... I kinda sort of let BSW take over my life XD And in what sad world do you live in where specifulest isn't a word? Awesome only describes me on a bad day ;) And I supposes so... but hey, ever want to try your hand at writing, I'd be more then happy to help :) And the Iliad is cool... Read that back in 6th grade (I was an odd child) wrote a seven page essay with full MLA format on it too for extra credit. Essays can defs turn you off towards writing though :/ And I dunno... be sad? But see, I know you read them, and if i can put the 4+ hours into writing this chapter (With work, school, CAP, and about five other extra curricular activities), I THINK you can spare the 5 minutes to write a review... or not. Guess that's up to you :)
To everyone else: So, everyone still on board for the Mitchsen ship? We're getting there guys slowly but surely, we're getting there. I mean come on, did you honestly expect them to just say I love you, you love me, now lets go fuck against a tree? I mean honestly, its Beca and Aubrey. They're both emotionally stunted, ridiculously pig headed, stubborn, self depreciating (Fucking insanely sexy) twats. Really, love for them is going to be a most frustrating journey for them... but if you wanna speed it up for me, then you know, reviews are a GREAT way to get that to happen XD
Sleepwalkers
.o0o. Chapter One .o0o.
The curiously quiet hum rumbled up the hill as the cruiser gently and easily glided across the rocky terrain. The rider, clad completely in black leather, skilfully negotiated the environment, handling the vehicle with experienced precision, avoiding the numerous gas pockets which threatened to throw off any rider if contact was made.
The route up the muddy, rocky mound was short and it wasn't long before the rider reached the small crevice, some twenty feet from the summit, a well-appointed vantage point over the valley, hidden from overhead aircraft and set far enough back from the ridge that it would take only the keenest of eyes to spot it amongst the flinty face of the small hill.
The rider killed the engine and nudged the cruiser towards the back of the cave, tucking it towards the rear wall. Surveying the dimly lit hollow, always on the lookout for the enemy, the rider looked down to the craft, assessing for damage. The battle had been brutal but triumphant and the remnants of the victory were secured in the locked box on the back of the vehicle, ready for inspection and testing back at Base.
Waiting for the environmental download to uplink onto the data screen tucked inside her helmet, the rider sighed, after a long day, it felt good to take a breather and just be in the moment.