CHAPTER 3- BOYS NEXT DOOR
AN: First off thanks to GoodCharlottesGurl for understanding. I think the letter u sent me was just the swift kick in the ass I needed to start writing again. Ok now the explaining. So in this story Andrew and Angel basically are punk and what not and want to start a band. You can think of them in some ways like Benji and Joel from GC but not completely. They were never based off Benji and Joel but now I see the alikeness of the situation. Anyway what I need to say is that in later chapters none of the songs the band will 'write' will be by me. I will give credit to the band the song belongs to in the beginning. I can write songs but as it is taking me long enough to get my chapters up as it is I felt this would be the healthier option. Most of the songs will be by bands like GC, Sum41, Sugarcult, Simple Plan, and Mest.... just letting you know so you're prepared.
"Buffy honey the hole needs to be deeper", I was tempted to toss the shovel of soil over my shoulder onto her lap but somehow demonstrated amazing self-control.
"I don't see you digging it even those theses are your tomato plants", I did my best not to growl at her. She rolled her eyes at me from where she sat behind me giving play-by-play directions on what to do even though she's never planted anything.
"Bufy you know that I would be doing it myself but I just a manicure I can't get dirt under these nails after spending all that money". Mom's notorious for this. Every year she buys these stupid tomatoes plants, then makes me plant them. And guess who picks them when they're ripe? Me. And who actually makes some type of food with them? Me again. Actually mom is notorious for planning all kinds of things and not demonstrating responsibility for them. Let me give you an example. Besides said tomato plant there's another major one It's 14 years old, blonde and hates jello mold. My parents were married for three years before I came along. Their marriage was going nowhere fast and I was the last ditch effort at saving the disastrous marriage. The two of them are the poster children of who should not have kids. My father is a big time lawyer in L.A. My mom inherited her swank Art Gallery in L.A from her grandfather. That's how they met.
They got married a year later. Another year later they realized they couldn't stand each other. Both had too much pride to get divorced. They had public images to uphold and could not be embarrassed by admitting to everyone that they weren't in love. So...they did the only thing they could...they had a kid.
By the time I was two they were sleeping in separate bedrooms and secretly seeing other people. Most of the day I was with nannies or in posh daycares with other rich kids. But I don't really remember much of that. I remember the day we left though. I remember mom crying and throwing a vase against the wall. My father wasn't able to take it anymore and had gone public with the fact that they had been separated for many years and were only living together for the sake of their images. He came home and told mom he wanted a divorce. He offered her as much money as she wanted but he could no longer be married to her. There was another women he wanted to marry. Mom was completely ashamed and humiliated. She was so mortified that she couldn't stay in L.A. By three days later the divorce was final and she moved the gallery, herself and me to Sunnydale. Sunnydale being the middle of nowhere suburbs that it is she figured it would be a good place to start over. Dad never tried to get custody of me. I get a card on my birthday usually including a ridiculous amount of money. That's the extent of our contact.
Most nights I wish they had never met. I wish my father had never walked into that stupid gallery. Or I wish they hadn't had so much pride. I wish they would have gotten a divorce instead of bringing a child neither really wanted into a world neither really understood. My mom loves me. I know that. But she's not a parent. Selfish people can't be parents. Most of the time I feel as if I'm raising her. The two of them were so selfish that they brought a child into this fucked up world without thinking of the consequences.
"I think the hole is deep enough now Buffy", as I had drifted into the past and got lost in my thoughts I had not realized I was still digging. The hole was deep now, and the dirt was scattered around me where I had carelessly been tossing it. Just as I was about to grab the stupid plant I heard it. The music was leaking from the bedroom window next-door and it sounded awesome.
AN: First off thanks to GoodCharlottesGurl for understanding. I think the letter u sent me was just the swift kick in the ass I needed to start writing again. Ok now the explaining. So in this story Andrew and Angel basically are punk and what not and want to start a band. You can think of them in some ways like Benji and Joel from GC but not completely. They were never based off Benji and Joel but now I see the alikeness of the situation. Anyway what I need to say is that in later chapters none of the songs the band will 'write' will be by me. I will give credit to the band the song belongs to in the beginning. I can write songs but as it is taking me long enough to get my chapters up as it is I felt this would be the healthier option. Most of the songs will be by bands like GC, Sum41, Sugarcult, Simple Plan, and Mest.... just letting you know so you're prepared.
"Buffy honey the hole needs to be deeper", I was tempted to toss the shovel of soil over my shoulder onto her lap but somehow demonstrated amazing self-control.
"I don't see you digging it even those theses are your tomato plants", I did my best not to growl at her. She rolled her eyes at me from where she sat behind me giving play-by-play directions on what to do even though she's never planted anything.
"Bufy you know that I would be doing it myself but I just a manicure I can't get dirt under these nails after spending all that money". Mom's notorious for this. Every year she buys these stupid tomatoes plants, then makes me plant them. And guess who picks them when they're ripe? Me. And who actually makes some type of food with them? Me again. Actually mom is notorious for planning all kinds of things and not demonstrating responsibility for them. Let me give you an example. Besides said tomato plant there's another major one It's 14 years old, blonde and hates jello mold. My parents were married for three years before I came along. Their marriage was going nowhere fast and I was the last ditch effort at saving the disastrous marriage. The two of them are the poster children of who should not have kids. My father is a big time lawyer in L.A. My mom inherited her swank Art Gallery in L.A from her grandfather. That's how they met.
They got married a year later. Another year later they realized they couldn't stand each other. Both had too much pride to get divorced. They had public images to uphold and could not be embarrassed by admitting to everyone that they weren't in love. So...they did the only thing they could...they had a kid.
By the time I was two they were sleeping in separate bedrooms and secretly seeing other people. Most of the day I was with nannies or in posh daycares with other rich kids. But I don't really remember much of that. I remember the day we left though. I remember mom crying and throwing a vase against the wall. My father wasn't able to take it anymore and had gone public with the fact that they had been separated for many years and were only living together for the sake of their images. He came home and told mom he wanted a divorce. He offered her as much money as she wanted but he could no longer be married to her. There was another women he wanted to marry. Mom was completely ashamed and humiliated. She was so mortified that she couldn't stay in L.A. By three days later the divorce was final and she moved the gallery, herself and me to Sunnydale. Sunnydale being the middle of nowhere suburbs that it is she figured it would be a good place to start over. Dad never tried to get custody of me. I get a card on my birthday usually including a ridiculous amount of money. That's the extent of our contact.
Most nights I wish they had never met. I wish my father had never walked into that stupid gallery. Or I wish they hadn't had so much pride. I wish they would have gotten a divorce instead of bringing a child neither really wanted into a world neither really understood. My mom loves me. I know that. But she's not a parent. Selfish people can't be parents. Most of the time I feel as if I'm raising her. The two of them were so selfish that they brought a child into this fucked up world without thinking of the consequences.
"I think the hole is deep enough now Buffy", as I had drifted into the past and got lost in my thoughts I had not realized I was still digging. The hole was deep now, and the dirt was scattered around me where I had carelessly been tossing it. Just as I was about to grab the stupid plant I heard it. The music was leaking from the bedroom window next-door and it sounded awesome.