THEMESONGS
I Don't Care ~ Fall Out Boy
Epilogue
Laptop.
Yes, I am looking at my laptop.
Okay, that was weird.
I checked the time on my phone by my side, and shook my head.
It was 2:38 in the morning, meaning a whole minute had passed since that little excursion.
I got up slowly, and my eyes widened as I stared down at my… attire.
Jeans, yellow Keds, black and yellow tank tops, and a black jacket that I loved so much off of the PacSun website.
I jumped in front of the mirror, grinning as I realized how badass I looked with that Jeremiel doing his thing and looking deadlier than ever.
I was about to spin around, but stopped short when I realized the back.
There were two huge ass gashes cut between my shoulder blades.
Oh well, nothing a little thread couldn't fix.
I grinned, flipping my hair back as I (once again) threw out another awesome pose.
I swear, America's Next Top Model had nothing on me.
"Ah, I love my job." I sighed.
Ping!
That little sound from my laptop echoed throughout the room, and I raised an eyebrow.
I collapsed on the side of my bed at the next instant, reading over a new instant message.
KrazyWithaK: I had the weirdest dream.
My eyes narrowed.
Mad Ink: Rlly? Dnt tell me u fell asleep while talkin 2 me!
KrazyWithaK: No! No! I swear! But it was the COOLEST dream ever.
I gnawed on my lower lip.
Mad Ink: *rolls eyes* Ok then, lets hear it.
KrazyWithaK: Ok so, u were in my dream, and we were in the Maximum Ride series! The last book, actually! We fought, and kicked ass, and at the end I kissed Iggy.
She thought it was a dream. Just a dream. I could and would work with this.
Okay, let's give the most Madi-like answer.
Mad Ink: Omd u dream abt me?
KrazyWithaK: It wasnt JUST u, jeez. Only u wuld say somethin like that.
Mad Ink: Well, it IS a legitimate ques. Do u smoke w/o me, Claire?
KrazyWithaK: Plz, just tell me if it was a dream. It felt so real…
I sighed deeply, and let my smart side do the talking. The last thing I needed was for someone to be in danger.
Mad Ink: Yea, u'v been out 4 a while. Im surprised I got a reply all
An awkward pause descended on the chatroom.
Mad Ink: I think imma turn in. night.
KrazyWithaK: Night
I clicked the 'x' button, and flipped the screen down on my laptop and placed it on my beanbag. I reached around and flipped off my lamp, darkness enveloping the room.
I settled into my bed, and sighed.
This was something that was becoming routine, a new life I knew a little more about. At what costs, I was willing to find out.
But for now, I was the Rogue. A scoundrel that no longer belonged in one world, but three, and many more that I'd yet to have discovered.
One day, perhaps.
"Psh, Hollywood my ass."