It was a Friday night, just minutes after we finished our gig. I went to bar and ordered rum and coke, I started thinking as I sipped the drink.
'When did she stop being his annoying baby sister,andstart being some on I would date?' Believe me this wasn't the first time I had asked myself that. I guess it really started when her friend Daria moved here. They would come down to watch us practice, or to make fun of us. Usually they did both. I actually had just realized I had feelings for her just moments before my fight with Nick, (See Hmmmm, chap. 2) Now that was something that to this day I don't know why I started. Even though it did give me an out for my frustrations. Nick was good for that, not so much now that he's with Daria, but I can still get a rise out of him.
I should've known I had no competition in Nick, that's Trents problem. One that's about to come to a head if I'm not mistaken. No, my problem is in the form of a bare-chested rythm gituarist, that's right, I have to compete against Jesse 'pretty boy' Moreno. Humpf, I know I might not be much to look at, and I have a quick temper, but I really do believe that I'm much, much more than a match for him.
I can offer Jane much more than he can. I can actually hold a conversation in which I say mare than one syllable words. Not to mention her love of destruction, of public property that is. We could have a good time vandalizing the town. Two criminals out to have a good time.
Now the question isn't can I win her, but how do I win her? Trent obviously won't be any help, he's to busy plotting ways to get Daria away from Nick, and Nick is too busy trying to get her back, as well as making his house child proof.
So it's up to me, now there's a scary thought, almost as scary as being beaten by a cop. But's that a discussion for another day, should I ever feel desprate enought to talk to myself again. Damn! I am talking to myself. Didn't Jane once say that that's the first sign of insanity? Yea, I think she did. Damn and double damn, now I'm answering myself. Oh no, there she is, damn Jesses' right behind her too. I guess this means that the confession of this criminal must wait until another day.
As I slowly came back to reality I noticed that my glass was empty.
" 'Nother rum and coke." I said to bartender.
I nursed the drink as I watched the two of them from across the room, trying to ignore the voice in my head.
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Daria M here. Ok, ok, this one was a bit weird, but hey, it's Max's mind, not mine. So did you survive? Are you tramatized? Have a sudden urge to vandalize somthing? Anyways, this on and the up and coming The last word, are not a part of the Hmmm, and the Stirrings story line, although they do rely on them for certain points. i don't own any of the characters, wish I did thou, so there :P Thanks and have a good night, or day, whatever.
'When did she stop being his annoying baby sister,andstart being some on I would date?' Believe me this wasn't the first time I had asked myself that. I guess it really started when her friend Daria moved here. They would come down to watch us practice, or to make fun of us. Usually they did both. I actually had just realized I had feelings for her just moments before my fight with Nick, (See Hmmmm, chap. 2) Now that was something that to this day I don't know why I started. Even though it did give me an out for my frustrations. Nick was good for that, not so much now that he's with Daria, but I can still get a rise out of him.
I should've known I had no competition in Nick, that's Trents problem. One that's about to come to a head if I'm not mistaken. No, my problem is in the form of a bare-chested rythm gituarist, that's right, I have to compete against Jesse 'pretty boy' Moreno. Humpf, I know I might not be much to look at, and I have a quick temper, but I really do believe that I'm much, much more than a match for him.
I can offer Jane much more than he can. I can actually hold a conversation in which I say mare than one syllable words. Not to mention her love of destruction, of public property that is. We could have a good time vandalizing the town. Two criminals out to have a good time.
Now the question isn't can I win her, but how do I win her? Trent obviously won't be any help, he's to busy plotting ways to get Daria away from Nick, and Nick is too busy trying to get her back, as well as making his house child proof.
So it's up to me, now there's a scary thought, almost as scary as being beaten by a cop. But's that a discussion for another day, should I ever feel desprate enought to talk to myself again. Damn! I am talking to myself. Didn't Jane once say that that's the first sign of insanity? Yea, I think she did. Damn and double damn, now I'm answering myself. Oh no, there she is, damn Jesses' right behind her too. I guess this means that the confession of this criminal must wait until another day.
As I slowly came back to reality I noticed that my glass was empty.
" 'Nother rum and coke." I said to bartender.
I nursed the drink as I watched the two of them from across the room, trying to ignore the voice in my head.
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Daria M here. Ok, ok, this one was a bit weird, but hey, it's Max's mind, not mine. So did you survive? Are you tramatized? Have a sudden urge to vandalize somthing? Anyways, this on and the up and coming The last word, are not a part of the Hmmm, and the Stirrings story line, although they do rely on them for certain points. i don't own any of the characters, wish I did thou, so there :P Thanks and have a good night, or day, whatever.