Lindsey: Thanks! I was squealing too! Oh gosh: now let's make Intern 2 say bich and Satan say 'audience' or 'bless your face'!
FionaTheNerd: Thank god I wasn't the only one thinking it.
Annabeth Everdeen: Me too, and it's true…but at least it will eventually happen. So true…well I was gonna say a party and Hip Hop getting them drunk…but he's normal self so Metal could do it…I think. Scene would be easy to trick but Intern 2…not so much.
MORGAN: Happy as well!
mermaid lauren: I needed words to type..haha…and many people want me to write it.
Reflections of Twilight: Yep..I might do it.
Animation of Universe 2005: Thanks!
Dalton Dingus….sadly passed away…I am so sad right now.
Scene and Intern 2 went home very late (3 in the morning). They kissed each other good night then went off to their rooms. It was a wonderful night. They had finally gotten to know each a little better...Finally relax after the piles of work they were given, thanks to Loco Uno. But eventually, the company will be back at its feet once again. And everything will be back to normal.
The sound of Michael's alarm clock woke them up. Michael was always a night person and had trouble waking up in the morning. An alarm clock helped and he'd be up by the first few minutes. But now: it had been ringing for half an hour. Scene groggily got up and decided that she'd turn it off for him at least. It was getting annoying.
"Michael?" She lightly knocked on the door.
No response.
She knocked again and a response was yet to be heard. She slowly opened the door hoping that Michael would hear. She still heard nothing. She opened the door more until it was wide open. She had to stop herself from going further and stood as still as driftwood. All that she could do was let out a small scream.
Intern 2 came in seconds later and looked at her in confusion, "Are you alright?" He walked closer to her and looked at the direction she was looking at. He stared shockingly at the body for a few moments before making Scene look away. He didn't want her to see anymore of that although the damage has been done so it was too late.
The police were called and the ambulance came to take the dead body away. The police only asked his name and any relatives to contact. They only knew Casey so they gave them her number. They asked if they knew he was mentally ill or suicidal but they only shook their heads. They said that they had never imagined Michael to do such a thing and the police officer let them be when he saw they didn't want to answer more.
Casey came in minutes later after the ambulance was called, heartbroken. Intern 2 offered her anything to drink and she only wanted to explain everything, "You know what happened during the New Year's Eve party, right?"
They nodded, knowing what she meant. She felt that they knew what happened to her, afterwards.
"I told Michael about it and he was upset. He said he wasn't ready to handle the responsibilities of a baby. He was about to walk away, when I ran up to him and slipped and fell. He took me to the hospital and...," Tears took over her but she assumed they knew what happened, "Michael was really depressed after that...he blamed himself...but I didn't know..."
"It's alright. This wasn't your fault, anyway. It was nobody's." Intern 2 said reassuringly.
Scene remembered seeing a piece of paper on the side of the bed. She excused herself, went to the bedroom and tried to ignore the blood stains on the carpet as she got the note. She quickly left the room and came back down.
Everyone crowded around the letter while Intern 2 read it. By the time he was finished, Casey was crying and nobody wanted to speak. It seemed like everything was unreal. That it could be a prank.
But it wasn't.
"I don't want the money...you have it...but thank you...," Was all Casey said and left.
They only saw her at the funeral, looking like a deer in headlights. But after that, they never saw her again so they never knew what became of her. They hoped for the best of her. They heard she moved to Florida but nobody knew for sure.
Like Michael predicted, his book sales skyrocketed. People seemed to prefer the books of a late author then of a living author. The money was given to them, since the note wasn't counterfeited. He even wrote a will that was similar to the note. They never felt right about taking money that he never worked for but it was what Michael wanted.
They decided to sell the house a few weeks later since it brought so many unwanted memories. They wouldn't move anywhere too far from MyMusic so they just stuck to a nice home about half an hour from MyMusic. It was half the time from their home to MyMusic.
The packing and moving was hard during those two weeks, especially when they had to either throw Michael's old stuff or donate them to a charity. And then an old book was found.
It was most likely a notebook and it looked like he was about 10 when he wrote it. Intern 2 remembered in elementary school how he'd seen him writing the notebook and never shown it anyone. Not even his best friends at the time.
'When I grow up...I'll be a writer.' it was the first page on the notebook. The next page was a table of contents and the corners of the page even had numbers. The stories were short and contained the average grammar and spelling of an average 10 year old.
He skipped to the last page:
'I'm 17 years old now and I forgot about this notebook. Brings back so many memories. Advantages of cleaning your parent's attic. I can now say: that I will complete my dream of being a writer. I've taken classes and getting better at it. Someday, I'll possibly be able to live on my own. To write books and be famous for it.
I also like this new girl named Casey Rain. She's really sweet and cool. She's so supportive of my writing. Maybe we'll be able to date someday and hopefully, last long enough to get married and start a family. She's not like most girls. I hope she'll be that way though.
I hope that I'll still be a writer when I'm older. I know my future will be great.'
Intern 2 wasn't so sure what to say. He was just a kid hoping for a future and now his future was dead. Nobody will know the real reason he ended his life. He looked at the notebook. He could ask Hip Hop to track Casey down and maybe he can send it to her if she wants it. He wasn't going to throw it away: that's for sure.
"And that's the last of it." Intern 2 said as he piled the last of the boxes into the moving truck. The workers were already in the truck and drove off once they heard the metal door slid down with a clank and saw him walk away.
"Are you okay?" He asked Scene who was already in the car. She had that faraway look in her eyes.
She was snapped into reality, "Yeah. I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"About how everything leads up to this, everything to this moment."
He thought for a moment. Yes, they had gone through so much. Even Michael's suicide, "...Yeah...I remember."
"Do you think that there was a chance that Michael would still be alive?"
"I have no idea...some questions...are better left unanswered I guess, "He knew what she meant: if they never dated. The answer was unclear. He never seemed jealous and it seemed like there was another reason to Michael's suicide. But it could never be their fault, "Ready?"
She nodded, "Yeah…let's go."
So people really want to me write that fanfic about Scene and Intern 2's past…but here's the problem: Secrets are Secrets for a reason 3 is already in the making. So I have no idea what to do now…I've never been satisfied with the plotline alittle and I only showed Mermaid Lauren the first chapter. IT seemed a little farfetched. It's about zombies. Yes, I know. And I wrote like 3 chapters already. Here's my question:
Should I write that fanfic about Scene and Intern 2's past and work on that prequel so I don't go crazy or work on the prequel instead and write the other fanfic in advance?
I'm planning to change my username but with MyMusic featuring fanfiction, I want people to find me better so I'll be stuck with this username! Haha..I'm not complaining.