Disclaimer: I do not own "So Weird" or any of its characters. The only
Carey I know personally is a shaggy-haired half-Spaniard, half-British
bloke whom I've known for aeons.
Author's Note: Maybe because I've got really long brown hair and I'm only 5'2"-ish myself and prefer to date really tall guys (think: Green Jolly Giant and a munchkin from Emerald City), but I don't care about the age or height difference between Fi and Carey. I think they make the cutest couple! Hey, if all else fails, they'll have normal-height kids, eh? Um, that is, if they were real, which they aren't. Oh, boy. No more coffee for me!
Lastly and most importantly, thank you to those who reviewed. I promise I'll try to post the second chapter sometime this week. The weird thing is that I actually finished the last two chapters of this story BEFORE the prologue and this chapter! LOL. I have yet to start writing Chapter 2 and etc.!
Oh, read and review, please!
TWO YEARS LATER
*Carey's POV *
People have the most annoying habit of saying the most annoying things during the most annoying of times. I hate it when people have all these sayings they tell you when they want to make you feel better. Don't get me wrong; I really do appreciate the gesture. It's just that sometimes I wish people would actually know what they're saying and actually live through it before spouting off all these cliches.
"It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all."
That's probably one of the most over-used, cheesiest of cheese cliches ever uttered by man. My answer to that is a big, resounding: like hell! How can it hurt not to feel that feeling in the first place? I mean, if you never experienced love, then how do you really know what you're missing out on?
To fall madly in love and then to have that taken from right under you---I don't think there's ever a pain that quite measures up to that. The way I see it, it hurts more that way, because you already felt and tasted that emotion and it leaves you longing for more. The ache in your heart is more intense and you are consumed with thoughts of what could have been, what should have been, if only---need I say more? You long for the past. You long to live in the past---to exchange today and infinite tomorrows for even a snippet of yesterday. But it's intangible---so close, but yet so far.
Yep. People who spout of things they know nothing about are full of crap.
Definitely.
"Carey, bro, the parental units and Molly are, like, completely wiggin' out. The Hope Springs homecoming concert is, like, a week away and the band is, like, not completely as polished as a bowling ball! Come on, make like a strawberry pop tart and pop out, bro!" Clu Bell cheerfully bounced on his brother's bed and gave the tall, immobile shape buried beneath the piles of blankets a petulant poke.
'As usual, little brother eloquently nails it right to the point,' Carey thought wryly as he grumpily arose from the soft cocoon of blankets, pillows and several guitar magazines in his little cubicle on the Molly Phillips tour bus.
"Time's-a-wastin'," Clu informed him as he stood up and stretched his lanky arms and legs. "It's a wonderful day today, dude, I'mm tellin' ya! There is no place for a sleepy head on this bright, sunny day!"
Carey rolled his eyes from behind the black shirt he was trying to pull over his head. "I would've woken early today if *someone * didn't keep me up all night talking about his new flavour-of-the-week crush."
"Hey!" Clu protested, properly outraged. "Bleu is NOT Haagen-Daz or Ben and Jerry's! She's IT, bro. Ya know, the one?"
"Sure, sure," Carey laughed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "You said the same thing about Marie, Angel, Tammy Faye, Callie, Sonora, Chloe, Cara, Amy Jo, Nadia---"
Clu looked annoyed. "Scoff all you want, bro, but I mean it this time. Bleu's really rad. I really dig her."
"Clu and Bleu," Carey snorted. "That's just precious. When you have a little girl, name her Mary Sue, will you?"
"Very funny," Clu rolled his eyes. "You can't take true love lightly."
"I know, I know. I can tell you really want to be Bleu's Clu." Carey tried not to snicker, but failed miserably, and was soon laughing like a wild hyena.
"Aw, shut up!" Clu picked up a pillow and bopped his brother on the head. "Just go brush your teeth before half the population on earth faints from the stench. I'll be out front!"
Clu stood up and purposefully strode towards the front of the bus, where his father was still trying to make heads and tails about the fastest route to Hope Springs, Colorado.
Even from clear across the bus, Carey's hysterical laughter could still be heard.
*Fi's POV *
Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if only I hadn't left the tour over two years ago. I mean, touring was fun; I got to see different places and also meet different faces. Granted, a big blue bus isn't your average house, but it was still home. I was surrounded by familiar things and people I loved. Not exactly the worst thing in the world.
I guess I just needed a change. Being one of the three students of Ned's Mobile School for Children of Musicians on the Road had its benefits; I got to graduate and start college early. Washington State is a good place to live in, and I really do enjoy living here. I adjusted quite well. I'm involved in about a kajillion different clubs and organisations in here, I've made tons of friends---I even have a boyfriend!
His name's Ryan Ollman, and I've actually known him for ages. Get this: he's a real, honest-to-goodness genius. He became a professor of genetics when he was, oh, about thirteen or fourteen. He's an eye candy, too, and not like your stereotypical genius. He's got sapphire eyes and a full head of chestnut hair, and dimples that would make a girl swoon. He treats me really well, too. He's sweet, honest, loyal, a good companion---
Okay, okay. I know I just made him sound like a collie or something, but trust me, Ryan is a really great guy and---
"Fi, phone for you!"
Fi's journal entry was interrupted by the sound of her flatmate Lucy Lee's brisk knocking.
"Thanks, Luce!" Fi's voice was slightly muffled from the piece of candy she was eating. "I'll take it from here!"
"Anytime!"
Fi lay on her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. "Hello? Fi here."
"Baby!"
"Oh, hi, mum, what's up?" Fi smiled as she heard her mum's cheery voice on the other end.
"Well, the band's pulling an overtime with practice and stuff. We still have to get our set list down pat and flawless by next week." Molly told her. "Plus, we added a last minute song on the list, so we have to make that work somehow."
"Really? What's it called?"
"Oh, it's called 'A Song for Her," Molly informed her. "Carey's actually the one who wrote it."
"Carey? That's great!" Fi's smile widened at the mention of her long-time best friend's name. "I always told him that he should submit some of his stuff to the band. He's really talented."
"I know," Molly answered, then remembered something. "Oh, I almost forgot. Jack called. His flight comes in a day after you get to Hope Springs. He said hi and sends his best regards, and that he'll call you later."
"Okeydoke," Fi said. Like any other siblings, she and Jack have their differences and have had more than their share of arguments, but beneath it all, she knew that Jack loved her unconditionally and cared for her deeply. Likewise, even if he was a big dork, she loved him, too. Who knew that she would miss Jack this much now that's he's in Hawaii for school?
"So, baby, tell me about your anniversary last night with Ryan." Molly teasingly told her daughter. In all honesty though, she liked Ryan. He was a good influence on her daughter and treated her well. As he should, because if he didn't, he would face the wrath of an entire tour bus!
"What's there to say?" Fi started playing with the phone cord. "We watched a play, had dinner, exchanged gifts---just your average anniversary."
From a few states away, seated inside the tour bus, Molly frowned slightly as she took in her daughter's seemingly nonchalant words. "You don't sound too excited about that. Why is that?"
Fi sighed. "It's nothing, mum. It's just that---Forget it, it's nothing."
"You know you can tell me anything, right and---"
"Molly, we need to go over the sheet music now!" Irene's panicky voice could be heard even through the phone lines.
"I'm sorry, baby, but I have to go, I'll talk you you later, okay?" Molly apologised. "I love you."
"I love you too, mum. See ya in a week," Fi said, then hung up.
Literally a second after she hung up, her pager buzzed. "823-46" was the message that flashed across the tiny screen.
Thinking of you, Ryan Ollman.
"I'm screwed, aren't I?" Fi asked her stuffed animal.
And of course, she got no answer.
Author's Note: Maybe because I've got really long brown hair and I'm only 5'2"-ish myself and prefer to date really tall guys (think: Green Jolly Giant and a munchkin from Emerald City), but I don't care about the age or height difference between Fi and Carey. I think they make the cutest couple! Hey, if all else fails, they'll have normal-height kids, eh? Um, that is, if they were real, which they aren't. Oh, boy. No more coffee for me!
Lastly and most importantly, thank you to those who reviewed. I promise I'll try to post the second chapter sometime this week. The weird thing is that I actually finished the last two chapters of this story BEFORE the prologue and this chapter! LOL. I have yet to start writing Chapter 2 and etc.!
Oh, read and review, please!
TWO YEARS LATER
*Carey's POV *
People have the most annoying habit of saying the most annoying things during the most annoying of times. I hate it when people have all these sayings they tell you when they want to make you feel better. Don't get me wrong; I really do appreciate the gesture. It's just that sometimes I wish people would actually know what they're saying and actually live through it before spouting off all these cliches.
"It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all."
That's probably one of the most over-used, cheesiest of cheese cliches ever uttered by man. My answer to that is a big, resounding: like hell! How can it hurt not to feel that feeling in the first place? I mean, if you never experienced love, then how do you really know what you're missing out on?
To fall madly in love and then to have that taken from right under you---I don't think there's ever a pain that quite measures up to that. The way I see it, it hurts more that way, because you already felt and tasted that emotion and it leaves you longing for more. The ache in your heart is more intense and you are consumed with thoughts of what could have been, what should have been, if only---need I say more? You long for the past. You long to live in the past---to exchange today and infinite tomorrows for even a snippet of yesterday. But it's intangible---so close, but yet so far.
Yep. People who spout of things they know nothing about are full of crap.
Definitely.
"Carey, bro, the parental units and Molly are, like, completely wiggin' out. The Hope Springs homecoming concert is, like, a week away and the band is, like, not completely as polished as a bowling ball! Come on, make like a strawberry pop tart and pop out, bro!" Clu Bell cheerfully bounced on his brother's bed and gave the tall, immobile shape buried beneath the piles of blankets a petulant poke.
'As usual, little brother eloquently nails it right to the point,' Carey thought wryly as he grumpily arose from the soft cocoon of blankets, pillows and several guitar magazines in his little cubicle on the Molly Phillips tour bus.
"Time's-a-wastin'," Clu informed him as he stood up and stretched his lanky arms and legs. "It's a wonderful day today, dude, I'mm tellin' ya! There is no place for a sleepy head on this bright, sunny day!"
Carey rolled his eyes from behind the black shirt he was trying to pull over his head. "I would've woken early today if *someone * didn't keep me up all night talking about his new flavour-of-the-week crush."
"Hey!" Clu protested, properly outraged. "Bleu is NOT Haagen-Daz or Ben and Jerry's! She's IT, bro. Ya know, the one?"
"Sure, sure," Carey laughed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "You said the same thing about Marie, Angel, Tammy Faye, Callie, Sonora, Chloe, Cara, Amy Jo, Nadia---"
Clu looked annoyed. "Scoff all you want, bro, but I mean it this time. Bleu's really rad. I really dig her."
"Clu and Bleu," Carey snorted. "That's just precious. When you have a little girl, name her Mary Sue, will you?"
"Very funny," Clu rolled his eyes. "You can't take true love lightly."
"I know, I know. I can tell you really want to be Bleu's Clu." Carey tried not to snicker, but failed miserably, and was soon laughing like a wild hyena.
"Aw, shut up!" Clu picked up a pillow and bopped his brother on the head. "Just go brush your teeth before half the population on earth faints from the stench. I'll be out front!"
Clu stood up and purposefully strode towards the front of the bus, where his father was still trying to make heads and tails about the fastest route to Hope Springs, Colorado.
Even from clear across the bus, Carey's hysterical laughter could still be heard.
*Fi's POV *
Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if only I hadn't left the tour over two years ago. I mean, touring was fun; I got to see different places and also meet different faces. Granted, a big blue bus isn't your average house, but it was still home. I was surrounded by familiar things and people I loved. Not exactly the worst thing in the world.
I guess I just needed a change. Being one of the three students of Ned's Mobile School for Children of Musicians on the Road had its benefits; I got to graduate and start college early. Washington State is a good place to live in, and I really do enjoy living here. I adjusted quite well. I'm involved in about a kajillion different clubs and organisations in here, I've made tons of friends---I even have a boyfriend!
His name's Ryan Ollman, and I've actually known him for ages. Get this: he's a real, honest-to-goodness genius. He became a professor of genetics when he was, oh, about thirteen or fourteen. He's an eye candy, too, and not like your stereotypical genius. He's got sapphire eyes and a full head of chestnut hair, and dimples that would make a girl swoon. He treats me really well, too. He's sweet, honest, loyal, a good companion---
Okay, okay. I know I just made him sound like a collie or something, but trust me, Ryan is a really great guy and---
"Fi, phone for you!"
Fi's journal entry was interrupted by the sound of her flatmate Lucy Lee's brisk knocking.
"Thanks, Luce!" Fi's voice was slightly muffled from the piece of candy she was eating. "I'll take it from here!"
"Anytime!"
Fi lay on her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. "Hello? Fi here."
"Baby!"
"Oh, hi, mum, what's up?" Fi smiled as she heard her mum's cheery voice on the other end.
"Well, the band's pulling an overtime with practice and stuff. We still have to get our set list down pat and flawless by next week." Molly told her. "Plus, we added a last minute song on the list, so we have to make that work somehow."
"Really? What's it called?"
"Oh, it's called 'A Song for Her," Molly informed her. "Carey's actually the one who wrote it."
"Carey? That's great!" Fi's smile widened at the mention of her long-time best friend's name. "I always told him that he should submit some of his stuff to the band. He's really talented."
"I know," Molly answered, then remembered something. "Oh, I almost forgot. Jack called. His flight comes in a day after you get to Hope Springs. He said hi and sends his best regards, and that he'll call you later."
"Okeydoke," Fi said. Like any other siblings, she and Jack have their differences and have had more than their share of arguments, but beneath it all, she knew that Jack loved her unconditionally and cared for her deeply. Likewise, even if he was a big dork, she loved him, too. Who knew that she would miss Jack this much now that's he's in Hawaii for school?
"So, baby, tell me about your anniversary last night with Ryan." Molly teasingly told her daughter. In all honesty though, she liked Ryan. He was a good influence on her daughter and treated her well. As he should, because if he didn't, he would face the wrath of an entire tour bus!
"What's there to say?" Fi started playing with the phone cord. "We watched a play, had dinner, exchanged gifts---just your average anniversary."
From a few states away, seated inside the tour bus, Molly frowned slightly as she took in her daughter's seemingly nonchalant words. "You don't sound too excited about that. Why is that?"
Fi sighed. "It's nothing, mum. It's just that---Forget it, it's nothing."
"You know you can tell me anything, right and---"
"Molly, we need to go over the sheet music now!" Irene's panicky voice could be heard even through the phone lines.
"I'm sorry, baby, but I have to go, I'll talk you you later, okay?" Molly apologised. "I love you."
"I love you too, mum. See ya in a week," Fi said, then hung up.
Literally a second after she hung up, her pager buzzed. "823-46" was the message that flashed across the tiny screen.
Thinking of you, Ryan Ollman.
"I'm screwed, aren't I?" Fi asked her stuffed animal.
And of course, she got no answer.