"To Ever Fall in Love"
Written by Bridgette Marie
I don't own anything; besides my new characters. Plus, this is my first fanfic ever and so no flamers...yeah.
SIDE NOTE: In this chapter, you might want to listen to "Spin" by the band: Revise because...um, that's what the title's called. PLUS, if I get the lyrics wrong ya'll can ya know ... . ... be evil and send in flamers. AAAAAALSO, some of this might seem kind of like not "School of Rock"-like, so just to let you know you should watch "Hangman's Curse." Awwwwwesome movie. Hott goth guy is MIIIIIINE. And so is Tom Felton and Kevin A. Clark......yeeeeeeah.
CHAPTER 7: SPIN
Days after the incident, Mrs.Wicoff died from shock and too less fluids in her system. And after that day, Melody stayed over at Alex's house. Huddled up in a corner of an extra bedroom, rocking back and forth, bawling her eyes out. Her mother had not given a thought about herself dying and Melody having no place to live. It happened though, and it showed that Melody's mother was too kept up in her depression.
But what worried everyone was how Melody was acting. Very quiet, dark, sulky. She was never at band practices anymore. Never showed up at school on time. Acted as if everyone in the world were nothing but air. And most of all, she would argue with herself all the time; day and night. Whenever she had the chance.
Alex, who's dad offered Mel to stay with them, was started to get scared of Melody. Usually in the middle of the night she could hear the brunette talk to herself. And got bits and pieces of the conversations.
"She was saying something about sticks. And then she threw something. It sounded like wooden stick...drum sticks." Alex was gossiping with the band members at lunch one day. Melody was no where in sight that day.
Melody was sitting on a wooden stool in Dewie's apartment in front of the drumset. She knew Dewie was subbing today for some high school teacher, so she decided to skip school and start drumming.
The brunette pulled a pair of wooden drum sticks out from her red hoody pocket. She seemed to stare at the drums as if it were a challenge to see who blinked first. But, of course, she had grown crazy. Melody tried to think of a tune. A hardcore tune that she could play the drums to.
"You're the hand ⢠That spends my revolver around ⢠When you pushed me away." Melody whispered to herself. It was a sound off of one of her latest CDs she had bought. Revise's "Spin." In seconds, she was beating on the drums and screaming out the lyrics to herself.
"YOU'RE THE HAND ⢠THAT SPENDS MY REVOLVER AROUND ⢠WHEN YOU PUSHED ME AWAY ⢠YOU'RE THE HAND ⢠THAT SPENDS MY REVOLVED AROUND ⢠WHEN YOU PUSHED ME AWAY." Over and over the young lady hit the drums and screamed the words to herself.
Sweat droplets were forming on her forehead and on the back of her neck. Her head slammed up and down to the beat. Her heart was beating faster than usual. Her breathing was rough and tired. Her eyes were shut, but tears were squeezing through under her eyelids.
She went on and on for minutes. Tears were streaming down her face. The skin on her face was flushed. Melody Wicoff didn't even know what she was really doing. Everything was tearing her up inside and she couldn't take it. She stopped and through the sticks across the room. They hit a stack of boxes; making them all fall over. Mel gulped in a heave of air and let her head drop into her hands.
Then the door to the apartment opened.
"Melody?" Asked a familiar voice. The bawling brunette looked up for a split second and saw it was Freddie. By the look on his face he didn't seem very happy. And she regretted even looking up at him.
"Melody?" He repeated.
The girl's sobbing stopped and she sniffed. Wiping her eyes and cheeks off with her hoody sleeves, she got up and headed for the door. Her face was still bright red. And her heart, and breathing tried to regain their normal speed. She took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob.
Freddie abruptly grabbed her wrist, gently but firmly, and pulled it away. She struggled in his strong grip. It didn't hurt, but his warm skin with her freezing skin seemed to feel like burning. With her free hand, she whipped it around and smacked his around his face.
He let go immediately and rubbed his cheek like Mel had did a few nights ago. Melody gasped at what she had done and regretted it.
"S-s-s-sorry. I'm s-so sorry." Stuttered an upset young lady. The angry, but calm-ISH, boy glared up at her. His eyes were full of hate right there. He let out a sort of grunt and headed toward the drums.
"Where's the sticks?" He demanded.
She pointed over by the boxes. Freddie let out another grunt, but louder, and made his way to get the sticks. He picked then up and trudged back to the drumset.
"I guess I'll b-be going." Melody suggested guiltily. The boy ignored her and started drumming the same beat that she had done only moments ago. "How'd you h-h-hear that?" Mel asked between sniffles. He looked up, but didn't stop playing.
His lips were mouthing the words to the song Mel had sung only minutes ago. Then he stopped and his lips formed a weak grin. Melody sat down in a chair and stared out the apartment window.
"I thought you were leaving..." The boy smirked playfully. Mel growled through her throat.
"Shut-up, Jones. Get a life." The girl replied.
"Why have you been like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like a freaking crazy psycho, man! You're fucking scaring everyone. They all think you're a freak with mental problems. And head-banging to a rock song won't help your reputation." Shouted the angry drummer.
Melody acted as if she were hurt.
"OH NO." She gasped. "My poor, poor reputation is dying down. Maybe soon once it dies I could go along with it. I don't belong in this world of all of ya'll. I gotta go home."
"So you don't care what the hell people think of you?"
"That's their opinions. Can I do anything about another person's opinion?" She paused for a second. "No. Exactly."
She stood up and starting shuffling towards Freddie. He stood up also, and once again they were face-to-face.
"So if I said you're a good kisser and you said you weren't, would you care?" He asked out of no where.
"Of course not."
"What about your life?"
"What about it?"
"It sucks, doesn't it?"
Melody fell silent and her eyes swelled up in tears. She forced herself not to cry. And she knew he was true this time. So, for what he had said, she hit him his chest weakly. All her energy was running out and she was no longer the strong, girl puncher. Then she hit him with her other fist. And kept doing it over and over again until she was in tears and on her knees. He seemed so stoic and there was NOTHING she could do. He kneeled beside her.
"Why don't you go home?"
"Sorry, I have no home. I temporary move from box to box."
"CUUUte..." He smirked but she grew serious.
"Why didn't you let me fall?"
"What?"
"Why didn't you let me fall?" She repeated.
"Didn't want you to die, ya know."
"I'd rather be in Heaven than a living Hell."
"Well, when I'm with you (whether you're at your high or low) I feel as if I'm always in Heaven."
With that, Freddie had had it and stood up. He checked the clock and noticed that soon Dewie would be home and it would be time to start practice. He went over to the stood and sat there, staring down at Mel. The young woman looked like a wretch. Her eyes seemed to try and take him over. He stood up and she followed his lead. She had to get her balance before standing upright and before she collapsed in his arms.
It just happened. Freddie was already ready for it. So he laid her down on a laid-out blanket and just stared at her.
"She'll be okay..." He whispered to himself.
SHORT SHORT chapter oooooor what? Yeah. LAAAAAAAAAter days, ---Bridgette
Written by Bridgette Marie
I don't own anything; besides my new characters. Plus, this is my first fanfic ever and so no flamers...yeah.
SIDE NOTE: In this chapter, you might want to listen to "Spin" by the band: Revise because...um, that's what the title's called. PLUS, if I get the lyrics wrong ya'll can ya know ... . ... be evil and send in flamers. AAAAAALSO, some of this might seem kind of like not "School of Rock"-like, so just to let you know you should watch "Hangman's Curse." Awwwwwesome movie. Hott goth guy is MIIIIIINE. And so is Tom Felton and Kevin A. Clark......yeeeeeeah.
CHAPTER 7: SPIN
Days after the incident, Mrs.Wicoff died from shock and too less fluids in her system. And after that day, Melody stayed over at Alex's house. Huddled up in a corner of an extra bedroom, rocking back and forth, bawling her eyes out. Her mother had not given a thought about herself dying and Melody having no place to live. It happened though, and it showed that Melody's mother was too kept up in her depression.
But what worried everyone was how Melody was acting. Very quiet, dark, sulky. She was never at band practices anymore. Never showed up at school on time. Acted as if everyone in the world were nothing but air. And most of all, she would argue with herself all the time; day and night. Whenever she had the chance.
Alex, who's dad offered Mel to stay with them, was started to get scared of Melody. Usually in the middle of the night she could hear the brunette talk to herself. And got bits and pieces of the conversations.
"She was saying something about sticks. And then she threw something. It sounded like wooden stick...drum sticks." Alex was gossiping with the band members at lunch one day. Melody was no where in sight that day.
Melody was sitting on a wooden stool in Dewie's apartment in front of the drumset. She knew Dewie was subbing today for some high school teacher, so she decided to skip school and start drumming.
The brunette pulled a pair of wooden drum sticks out from her red hoody pocket. She seemed to stare at the drums as if it were a challenge to see who blinked first. But, of course, she had grown crazy. Melody tried to think of a tune. A hardcore tune that she could play the drums to.
"You're the hand ⢠That spends my revolver around ⢠When you pushed me away." Melody whispered to herself. It was a sound off of one of her latest CDs she had bought. Revise's "Spin." In seconds, she was beating on the drums and screaming out the lyrics to herself.
"YOU'RE THE HAND ⢠THAT SPENDS MY REVOLVER AROUND ⢠WHEN YOU PUSHED ME AWAY ⢠YOU'RE THE HAND ⢠THAT SPENDS MY REVOLVED AROUND ⢠WHEN YOU PUSHED ME AWAY." Over and over the young lady hit the drums and screamed the words to herself.
Sweat droplets were forming on her forehead and on the back of her neck. Her head slammed up and down to the beat. Her heart was beating faster than usual. Her breathing was rough and tired. Her eyes were shut, but tears were squeezing through under her eyelids.
She went on and on for minutes. Tears were streaming down her face. The skin on her face was flushed. Melody Wicoff didn't even know what she was really doing. Everything was tearing her up inside and she couldn't take it. She stopped and through the sticks across the room. They hit a stack of boxes; making them all fall over. Mel gulped in a heave of air and let her head drop into her hands.
Then the door to the apartment opened.
"Melody?" Asked a familiar voice. The bawling brunette looked up for a split second and saw it was Freddie. By the look on his face he didn't seem very happy. And she regretted even looking up at him.
"Melody?" He repeated.
The girl's sobbing stopped and she sniffed. Wiping her eyes and cheeks off with her hoody sleeves, she got up and headed for the door. Her face was still bright red. And her heart, and breathing tried to regain their normal speed. She took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob.
Freddie abruptly grabbed her wrist, gently but firmly, and pulled it away. She struggled in his strong grip. It didn't hurt, but his warm skin with her freezing skin seemed to feel like burning. With her free hand, she whipped it around and smacked his around his face.
He let go immediately and rubbed his cheek like Mel had did a few nights ago. Melody gasped at what she had done and regretted it.
"S-s-s-sorry. I'm s-so sorry." Stuttered an upset young lady. The angry, but calm-ISH, boy glared up at her. His eyes were full of hate right there. He let out a sort of grunt and headed toward the drums.
"Where's the sticks?" He demanded.
She pointed over by the boxes. Freddie let out another grunt, but louder, and made his way to get the sticks. He picked then up and trudged back to the drumset.
"I guess I'll b-be going." Melody suggested guiltily. The boy ignored her and started drumming the same beat that she had done only moments ago. "How'd you h-h-hear that?" Mel asked between sniffles. He looked up, but didn't stop playing.
His lips were mouthing the words to the song Mel had sung only minutes ago. Then he stopped and his lips formed a weak grin. Melody sat down in a chair and stared out the apartment window.
"I thought you were leaving..." The boy smirked playfully. Mel growled through her throat.
"Shut-up, Jones. Get a life." The girl replied.
"Why have you been like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like a freaking crazy psycho, man! You're fucking scaring everyone. They all think you're a freak with mental problems. And head-banging to a rock song won't help your reputation." Shouted the angry drummer.
Melody acted as if she were hurt.
"OH NO." She gasped. "My poor, poor reputation is dying down. Maybe soon once it dies I could go along with it. I don't belong in this world of all of ya'll. I gotta go home."
"So you don't care what the hell people think of you?"
"That's their opinions. Can I do anything about another person's opinion?" She paused for a second. "No. Exactly."
She stood up and starting shuffling towards Freddie. He stood up also, and once again they were face-to-face.
"So if I said you're a good kisser and you said you weren't, would you care?" He asked out of no where.
"Of course not."
"What about your life?"
"What about it?"
"It sucks, doesn't it?"
Melody fell silent and her eyes swelled up in tears. She forced herself not to cry. And she knew he was true this time. So, for what he had said, she hit him his chest weakly. All her energy was running out and she was no longer the strong, girl puncher. Then she hit him with her other fist. And kept doing it over and over again until she was in tears and on her knees. He seemed so stoic and there was NOTHING she could do. He kneeled beside her.
"Why don't you go home?"
"Sorry, I have no home. I temporary move from box to box."
"CUUUte..." He smirked but she grew serious.
"Why didn't you let me fall?"
"What?"
"Why didn't you let me fall?" She repeated.
"Didn't want you to die, ya know."
"I'd rather be in Heaven than a living Hell."
"Well, when I'm with you (whether you're at your high or low) I feel as if I'm always in Heaven."
With that, Freddie had had it and stood up. He checked the clock and noticed that soon Dewie would be home and it would be time to start practice. He went over to the stood and sat there, staring down at Mel. The young woman looked like a wretch. Her eyes seemed to try and take him over. He stood up and she followed his lead. She had to get her balance before standing upright and before she collapsed in his arms.
It just happened. Freddie was already ready for it. So he laid her down on a laid-out blanket and just stared at her.
"She'll be okay..." He whispered to himself.
SHORT SHORT chapter oooooor what? Yeah. LAAAAAAAAAter days, ---Bridgette