xX... HEY ALL! The story is almost over! I think I've got some ideas for
another kick ass story! NEWAYS! I'm on summer break, so I'll be able to
update more. Anyway, if any of you know me (you will know that this is
typical me) but I've gotta say that I think the band would make a awesome
Broadway show, they write songs, jam to them and form a story around it
using only dances or w/e! I dunno, I think I might be high! Jk! But, yeah...
This is a series of thoughts and journal entries! ENJOY! ...xX
Katie Brown crashed on her sofa. She lay there for a while, still as a mouse, listening to the sounds of the city. Her soft brown hair fell all over her face; she blew upwards to get the hair out of her eyes. She got up, went to her room and got out a diary...
Diary: I just got back from the hospital. I'm pooped, I couldn't sleep. I kept on thinking of HIM, lately, that's all I can think about. Him, why can't I think of the things I usually do? Like... um... what to have for lunch today? I can't stand it! I'm crazy in love. Anyway, last night I went to visit Marta, she was a wreck. Her sister's dieing and she's not really in love with Alex. Gee, that's new... (I'M SO SORRY MARTA, I LOVE YOU TILL DEATH!) We went into her car and she exploded. I feel horrible for her. She says that she's actually in love with...guess who diary... ZACK MOONEYHAM! Shit, is that a load off my back. Now, I can stop worrying about him, but I can't. There's a problem. Marta's married. Woops, forgot that. Lol. We talked for at least an hour, I hugged her, and we comforted each other. I confessed to her too. We started to laugh, my god, I forgot how much I love Marta. It made me think of a time in 7th grade when we played truth or dare at Freddy's party. I had to kiss Zack, Marta kissed him for me! Little Angel, or shall I say, Devil! It was really emotional. I'm so glad I went to see her. She needs some help. Well... I went to the hospital today. There's some good news! I'm not pregnant, and I don't think we had sex (You're a safe man Zack). But god, I know want to have sex and never stop! Whoa, am I turning into a maniac? It's just a guy. I have finals tomorrow! Wish me luck. If I get a 95 or above that qualifies me for Columbia School of Journalism! I can't wait!! Freddy called, it was weird. We talked for like, an hour. He asked if I missed rocking out, I cried into the phone and said, "God yes," He said he did too, but he found something better. I think I might've been harsh. I said, "You have up, that's all you did," I began to cry again and I apologize. He said that he's going back to London for a week, then on to Cambodia. I said I wanted to see him, so I'm going to see him tomorrow. Should I tell Zack? I'm so confused. And I'm love. What could be worse, I ask you diary!! I know you can't speak but tell me, is Zack, well, is Zack THE one? I'm a mess. Oh god, I'm such a mess. I gotta go see Freddy, bye... I love you, Marta, Diary, Freddy, and especially, Zack... Bye-o -Katie Brown-
Lady, Hi, it's me. Marta, I am living in HELL. The worst thing possible happened. My sister, she, oh god, she died. Yes, there, I wrote it, she... kicked the can? OH MY GOD! SHE'S GONE! She was so strong, all through her illness. I would sit with her, and she would say how she was going to go to the Arctic or something silly. I would smile, nothing more. She always believed that things would get better. What happened! You are the strong one! I can't go on without you. I FUCKING NEED YOU! I'm so crazy. Abigail didn't like Alex; she said he was a worthless money hoarder. I just don't know anymore. COME BACK, I NEED YOU, YOU ARE STRONG, I'M NOT, I NEED YOU! ABIGAIL. I'M LOST WITH OUT YOU. PLEASE COME HOME or maybe, I will have to join you. You angel, looking down at me in heaven. I'm coming, I'll be there soon! -Marta O'William (I think)
Zack Mooneyham was in a bad mood; once again, life had turned its back on him. He was lost, his love didn't love him, and nothing was as it seemed. Zack took a walk down seedy 8th Avenue. He passed all the peep shows, creepy café's and past the stage door of ton's of theaters. He wore a dark coat and he slowly walked down the street. Staring at his feet.
"Zack, Zack Mooneyham? Get your ass in here!"
Zack turned around. It was an unwelcome sight. Freddy Jones, he was standing in the doorway of a health food shop. Reluctantly, Zack went over to Freddy. Freddy had a small brown sack. "C'mon, let's go to the bakery," Freddy motioned up 8th Avenue. Near 52nd street.
They entered the bakery and their noses filled with the rich smell of baking bread. The air was thick and creamy. The small, narrow room was empty and hot. Zack and Freddy took a seat. They ordered a baguette and Freddy took out a bottle of Snapple.
"So, Zack, this question has been pressing in my mind." Freddy took a swig of the ice tea.
"Shoot me," said a depressed Zack.
"Do you miss rock and roll?" Freddy leaned forward.
"I...uh... I guess," Zack had never thought of never having rock and roll in his life. How did old Zack survive?
"Good, I'm not the only one." Freddy sighed, smiled and leaned back.
Zack began silently cracking up.
"What?" Freddy asked.
"I was worrying what you had turned out to be!" Zack burst out laughing, "Freddy, you rock."
"I know..." Freddy laughed.
Somehow, they had bonded old Zack and old Freddy in an original form. Comfortable with each other now they talked freely, catching up, apparently. Zack was learning what life would be like. Freddy got up.
"I gotta get my rest, I've got a plane to catch tomorrow," Freddy started for the door, Zack called after him, "So that's it?" Zack asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," Freddy replied, he smiled, "We're all different. Just let it go," He headed for the door once again.
"You're just gonna walk out of my life, once I found you again?" Zack called. Freddy stopped, he didn't turn around. Finally he turned around; his face was streaked with hot tears, "Listen, Zack, I dunno, but in a way, I love you. I'm older, more mature. I'm not a kid anymore. I don't do the 'break the girls' heart' thing anymore. Understand me! PLEASE! That's all I ask of you! We're different. I'm leaving for London tomorrow. Nothing you can do will make me get off the plane. We WERE buddies, we are so not alike anymore. You are...well, you! I'm actually making something with my life!! GET IT? So... YES, I AM WALKING OUT!" He walked out of the shop and down 8th Avenue.
Zack sat for a long while, dumbstruck. He sat, sipping his coffee, until he finally, snapped back and got up. He walked outside. There was not a sole on 8th Avenue. He walked into the middle of the street and cried out, upwards, somewhere. Just yelling.
"I'M 13! PLEASE, WHY IS THIS HAPPENING! WHAT HAPPENED? WHY AM I? WHAT AM I? WHO AM I? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?" Zack, went and sat down on the sidewalk. He began to cry. A women sat down next to him, drying his tears.
"Don't care, Zack-y Wack-y." She coaxed. Zack looked up to see Katie, white shirt, tight blue jeans, "Hey, you got a problem?" She laughed. Zack couldn't help it, "C'mon, I'll take you home."
Zack got up, grabbed Katie and kissed her, he needed the feeling of something secure, and he found it in Katie's lips. The warm, softness of them was never going to go away. He didn't let go, afraid that something or someone else might leave him. They walked down the street the two dozen or so blocks to Zack's building. Zack collapsed into his bed wearing a Ramones T-shirt. He just threw off his pants and climbed in, in his boxers.
"Zack?" Katie asked, sweetly.
"What?" Zack asked.
"I love you, I think I've said that though," She smiled. Took off her shirt and pants and put on one of Zack's big white shirts and crawled into bed next to Zack, not for anything. They both needed just a little bit of comforting...
Zack feel asleep with his arm wrapped tightly around Katie, Katie smiled in bed, kissed Zack's hand and slowly drifted to sleep.
xX.. That's it! ENJOY! ...xX
Katie Brown crashed on her sofa. She lay there for a while, still as a mouse, listening to the sounds of the city. Her soft brown hair fell all over her face; she blew upwards to get the hair out of her eyes. She got up, went to her room and got out a diary...
Diary: I just got back from the hospital. I'm pooped, I couldn't sleep. I kept on thinking of HIM, lately, that's all I can think about. Him, why can't I think of the things I usually do? Like... um... what to have for lunch today? I can't stand it! I'm crazy in love. Anyway, last night I went to visit Marta, she was a wreck. Her sister's dieing and she's not really in love with Alex. Gee, that's new... (I'M SO SORRY MARTA, I LOVE YOU TILL DEATH!) We went into her car and she exploded. I feel horrible for her. She says that she's actually in love with...guess who diary... ZACK MOONEYHAM! Shit, is that a load off my back. Now, I can stop worrying about him, but I can't. There's a problem. Marta's married. Woops, forgot that. Lol. We talked for at least an hour, I hugged her, and we comforted each other. I confessed to her too. We started to laugh, my god, I forgot how much I love Marta. It made me think of a time in 7th grade when we played truth or dare at Freddy's party. I had to kiss Zack, Marta kissed him for me! Little Angel, or shall I say, Devil! It was really emotional. I'm so glad I went to see her. She needs some help. Well... I went to the hospital today. There's some good news! I'm not pregnant, and I don't think we had sex (You're a safe man Zack). But god, I know want to have sex and never stop! Whoa, am I turning into a maniac? It's just a guy. I have finals tomorrow! Wish me luck. If I get a 95 or above that qualifies me for Columbia School of Journalism! I can't wait!! Freddy called, it was weird. We talked for like, an hour. He asked if I missed rocking out, I cried into the phone and said, "God yes," He said he did too, but he found something better. I think I might've been harsh. I said, "You have up, that's all you did," I began to cry again and I apologize. He said that he's going back to London for a week, then on to Cambodia. I said I wanted to see him, so I'm going to see him tomorrow. Should I tell Zack? I'm so confused. And I'm love. What could be worse, I ask you diary!! I know you can't speak but tell me, is Zack, well, is Zack THE one? I'm a mess. Oh god, I'm such a mess. I gotta go see Freddy, bye... I love you, Marta, Diary, Freddy, and especially, Zack... Bye-o -Katie Brown-
Lady, Hi, it's me. Marta, I am living in HELL. The worst thing possible happened. My sister, she, oh god, she died. Yes, there, I wrote it, she... kicked the can? OH MY GOD! SHE'S GONE! She was so strong, all through her illness. I would sit with her, and she would say how she was going to go to the Arctic or something silly. I would smile, nothing more. She always believed that things would get better. What happened! You are the strong one! I can't go on without you. I FUCKING NEED YOU! I'm so crazy. Abigail didn't like Alex; she said he was a worthless money hoarder. I just don't know anymore. COME BACK, I NEED YOU, YOU ARE STRONG, I'M NOT, I NEED YOU! ABIGAIL. I'M LOST WITH OUT YOU. PLEASE COME HOME or maybe, I will have to join you. You angel, looking down at me in heaven. I'm coming, I'll be there soon! -Marta O'William (I think)
Zack Mooneyham was in a bad mood; once again, life had turned its back on him. He was lost, his love didn't love him, and nothing was as it seemed. Zack took a walk down seedy 8th Avenue. He passed all the peep shows, creepy café's and past the stage door of ton's of theaters. He wore a dark coat and he slowly walked down the street. Staring at his feet.
"Zack, Zack Mooneyham? Get your ass in here!"
Zack turned around. It was an unwelcome sight. Freddy Jones, he was standing in the doorway of a health food shop. Reluctantly, Zack went over to Freddy. Freddy had a small brown sack. "C'mon, let's go to the bakery," Freddy motioned up 8th Avenue. Near 52nd street.
They entered the bakery and their noses filled with the rich smell of baking bread. The air was thick and creamy. The small, narrow room was empty and hot. Zack and Freddy took a seat. They ordered a baguette and Freddy took out a bottle of Snapple.
"So, Zack, this question has been pressing in my mind." Freddy took a swig of the ice tea.
"Shoot me," said a depressed Zack.
"Do you miss rock and roll?" Freddy leaned forward.
"I...uh... I guess," Zack had never thought of never having rock and roll in his life. How did old Zack survive?
"Good, I'm not the only one." Freddy sighed, smiled and leaned back.
Zack began silently cracking up.
"What?" Freddy asked.
"I was worrying what you had turned out to be!" Zack burst out laughing, "Freddy, you rock."
"I know..." Freddy laughed.
Somehow, they had bonded old Zack and old Freddy in an original form. Comfortable with each other now they talked freely, catching up, apparently. Zack was learning what life would be like. Freddy got up.
"I gotta get my rest, I've got a plane to catch tomorrow," Freddy started for the door, Zack called after him, "So that's it?" Zack asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," Freddy replied, he smiled, "We're all different. Just let it go," He headed for the door once again.
"You're just gonna walk out of my life, once I found you again?" Zack called. Freddy stopped, he didn't turn around. Finally he turned around; his face was streaked with hot tears, "Listen, Zack, I dunno, but in a way, I love you. I'm older, more mature. I'm not a kid anymore. I don't do the 'break the girls' heart' thing anymore. Understand me! PLEASE! That's all I ask of you! We're different. I'm leaving for London tomorrow. Nothing you can do will make me get off the plane. We WERE buddies, we are so not alike anymore. You are...well, you! I'm actually making something with my life!! GET IT? So... YES, I AM WALKING OUT!" He walked out of the shop and down 8th Avenue.
Zack sat for a long while, dumbstruck. He sat, sipping his coffee, until he finally, snapped back and got up. He walked outside. There was not a sole on 8th Avenue. He walked into the middle of the street and cried out, upwards, somewhere. Just yelling.
"I'M 13! PLEASE, WHY IS THIS HAPPENING! WHAT HAPPENED? WHY AM I? WHAT AM I? WHO AM I? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?" Zack, went and sat down on the sidewalk. He began to cry. A women sat down next to him, drying his tears.
"Don't care, Zack-y Wack-y." She coaxed. Zack looked up to see Katie, white shirt, tight blue jeans, "Hey, you got a problem?" She laughed. Zack couldn't help it, "C'mon, I'll take you home."
Zack got up, grabbed Katie and kissed her, he needed the feeling of something secure, and he found it in Katie's lips. The warm, softness of them was never going to go away. He didn't let go, afraid that something or someone else might leave him. They walked down the street the two dozen or so blocks to Zack's building. Zack collapsed into his bed wearing a Ramones T-shirt. He just threw off his pants and climbed in, in his boxers.
"Zack?" Katie asked, sweetly.
"What?" Zack asked.
"I love you, I think I've said that though," She smiled. Took off her shirt and pants and put on one of Zack's big white shirts and crawled into bed next to Zack, not for anything. They both needed just a little bit of comforting...
Zack feel asleep with his arm wrapped tightly around Katie, Katie smiled in bed, kissed Zack's hand and slowly drifted to sleep.
xX.. That's it! ENJOY! ...xX