Hello people! Thanks for the reviews and the participation in the contest. Since only one person won, I'll keep this contest going until Chapter 7. In case you forgot, haven't read this in a while, or are just too damn lazy to use the browser icon to go back to Chapter 5: Part 1, Max's screen name is RaN41LeSsDiSs and the hint is that every three letters (and two numbers) stands for something different. Good luck! (I apologize in advanced if this doesn't sound like my writing. I'm a little shaken since I just learned my almost boyfriend is a druggie)
Operation: GCM
Chapter 5: Shoot Me, Its Homecoming: Part 2
"Abby, get up, its time to go to the homecoming parade!" I heard at 9:00 in the morning by my annoying older sister. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I yelled back at her as I got out of bed. I did my usual morning stuff and then I got dressed in my damn marching band uniform, which I hated. I heard that it was going to be very hot out today, like 80 degrees Fahrenheit, which was very bad because the uniform was very warm. This was going to be a bad day. I could just imagine Wally never shutting up about how hot he felt and how his mohawk was going to be completely ruined if he kept the hat on any longer. And Kuki was going to be singing some stupid rainbow monkeys song that would get on my nerves. But Max would make it all worth while. Someone to stare at was the best thing about marching band. I pray he never quits.
"Abby, come on!" Cree yelled to me in her annoying impatient tone. "Fine, I'm coming!" I said to her. I ran down the stairs to see my older sister in a skimpy outfit composed of a black mini-skirt and a white tank top with the letter 'E' painted on the front with blue paint and 'LINCOLN' painted on the back. This is what I get for having a sister on the floor hockey team. Well, at least she'd be cooler in that outfit than I am in my marching band uniform. And I mean cooler as in temperature wise, not personality wise, 'cause I'm way cooler than her in that department. How can she be considered cool if she still gets rides from our dad to school? (A/N: Thank you for the idea FredsAngel)
Soon I was in the car with my saxophone case, my dad, my sister, and my annoying sister. The two minute drive to school was two minutes too long, because, once again, Cree wouldn't shut up about being a senior. Why does she care? She's still going to be in our house because she's going to a community college. The second I'm old enough to go to college, I'm going to the furthest college from here, like Townsville State or Peach Creek University. Or better yet, Nowheresville College. I can't wait to get out on my own. Yes, I have had a few fantasies of going to college with Max, getting a puppy named Damnit, and moving into a cute apartment together by a nice boardwalk. We'd have a band on the side to pay the rent. That would be so great. I'd write songs just for him and sing it to him directly on stage. Kuki and Wally would come every now and then just to cheer us on. Ah, that life would be absolutely perfect. Reality has just burst my bubble because we were soon right in front the school.
As soon as I got to the back door to the band room, the first thing I saw was Max and Matt sitting down talking to each other. I froze up and didn't say anything, just stood there, looking as cool as I could, but I think I was blushing. They didn't seem to notice I was even there until Kuki finally came by.
"Hi Abby," She said to me in a cheerful tone. "Hi," I said quietly and she replied, also whispering, "Why are you being so quiet?" I just jerked my head slightly towards where Max and Matt were sitting and she quietly said, "Ohhhh." We stayed quiet until Wally and everyone else came along. Soon enough, we were all in the usual five-man block, Pauline and I by the lower brass this time (I wish Mr. Wolfe would just make up his mind about that, it's so annoying to switch back and forth.), ready to start the parade.
We marched all around our town and back to the school, where there was pizza and awesome chocolate chip cookies waiting for us. Lizzie (gag) was there in her tight cheerleaders' uniform. She was still dating Nigel, but what did I care, I was so close to having a boyfriend with Nigel's butt and 3times a better taste in music. I ate my pizza with Wally and Kuki, who were going all lovey-dovey again, but we were soon interrupted by none other than my favorite person, Lizzie.
"Hello, Wally, Kuki…Abby," she said in an annoying tone. "Hi," the three of us said in a please-leave-your-bugging-us tone. "So, Nigel was going to come and help me with the pizzas' but he had a fishing trip to go to with his dad and sends his regards," she said. "Why are you here again?" Wally asked. "As you wouldn't know, Wallabee, aka Mr. Anti-school-spirit-grumpy-pants, cheerleaders are supposed to help out with all school activities. For homecoming, we picked the helpers out of a pom-pom holder and I got marching band duty," Lizzie said. "How lucky for us," I said sarcastically as Kuki began to giggle. "Fine, I guess I'll just go talk to Max instead about you…" Lizzie said, almost blurting out my secret. "How the flying f&% do you know?" I asked her, covering her mouth so she couldn't revile anything else. "I'm a cheerleader, I observe things," Lizzie said in a matter-of-fact mixed with I'm-a lot-better-than-you tone. "Well if you tell ANYONE about it, I'll rip your bowel out and eat it for breakfast!" I said in a get-the-hell-away-from-me tone. (A/N: That is officially the last of the tone descriptions for this chapter.) "Gross!" Lizzie said, "Well, Brittany's going to kill me if I don't get back to cheerleading. Last time I took too long, Leona got into the uniforms and pom-poms. Not a pretty sight," Lizzie said and soon left as we happily waved goodbye.
"Finally, the bitch has left the room," Wally said as Lizzie was completely out of the way and gone. Kuki and I laughed a bit and Wally soon joined in. We soon learned that the homecoming game was about to start and we only had a little bit of time left before we had to go out a perform. We all adjusted our uniforms and put our hats back on, ready to go march.
The five-man block was once again resumed, Pauline and I in the saxophone section this time. We marched out onto the field and performed the same two songs (The Star Spangled Banner and Peppy People) that we played at the pep rally. Once we were done, we practically ran back to the band room to hang out and get out of the really hot uniforms.
Once we got inside, Kuki, Wally and I decided to go upstairs to our lockers just for the hell of it. Because of the damn alphabetical ordering of the lockers, our lockers were all spread out. We went to Wally's first, then mine, and then Kuki's. It was a lot of fun, but we knew we should be back in the band room, so down the stairs we went. Wally was a little hyper and decided to slide down the banister with his CD player in hand. His CD player flew out of his hands and crashed onto the floor. 'Perfect ending of the perfect day,' I thought, 'now Wally's going to make me listen to Disturbed again.' Thankfully, I was wrong and the CD player ended up to be OK, with the exception of a few minor scratches on the surface. That showed that someone up there likes me.
We were soon out on the field playing the Clash song set. Once again, it was very windy out and a few of my hair strands came out of the hat. The crowd was cheering pretty loudly, so we probably did a good job. Once we were done, we all once again nearly ran into the band room. We were allowed to go back to our homes now, but we all decided to hang around the school. We had to come back though, because we had our second competition tonight. I did call my dad to bring over my backpack with my CD player and other necessities for the competition. After he dropped off my stuff, we just sat around and talked about random stuff like what's on TV and which band is good and which ones aren't.
About an hour and a half later, Mr. Wolfe announced that it was time to go outside and wait for the buses for the competition. We sat around on the now cold and wet grass, waiting only 15 minutes for the buses, continuing our uninteresting conversation from before. When the buses came, we sat in our usual seats. This time, I was sitting by myself and Kuki and Wally were sitting together. We were going to have a three-way conversation, but I got sucked into my CD player and they got sucked into making out, again. I had Sum 41s' All Killer, No Filler CD with me, which was one of my favorites. Every single song on there reminded me of Max, especially 'Rhythms.' As I looked out the window at the passing scenery, I wondered if Max was listening to the same CD on the other bus, thinking about me. At this point, I was listening to 'In Too Deep,' which described my love for Max. I was in too deep because all I could think about was him. In about a half hour, we got to the school.
The school was called Rubberneck High. It was bigger than any of the colleges I've seen so far. We searched for the parking lot, which took us about 10 minutes to find, and finally parked. We all got ready and walked out of the car. I decided to walk with Pauline, since Wally and Kuki were being way too lovey-dovey now.
"Hey Abs," Pauline said to me, "Sorry, I make up weird nicknames when I'm nervous." "Why are you nervous?" I asked, "you're a junior, aren't you used to this by now?" "I always was nervous, and I always will be nervous. It's just my nature," she said, "so how are things going with Ma…" "Don't say his name," I interrupted, "Just call him GCM, it's the nickname Kuki and I made up for him." "Ok, how's it going with GCM?" Pauline asked. "Still haven't talked to him," I said. "You HAVE to talk to him," Pauline said, "communication is the first step to a serious relationship." "We did talk before," I said. "How long ago?" she asked. "Well, I haven't talked to him since the Blueberry Ville competition," I said. "Talk to him tonight," she said, "Love is in the air, I can feel it."
Well, Pauline may have been right, but Max and I didn't get the chance to talk. After we performed, we all went over to the barbecue to go get some poorly-cooked food and tickets to buy the poorly-cooked food. I spent most of the time with Pauline, who would tap my shoulder whenever she saw Max, but I never felt that the time was right to talk to him. After I told her that, she said I was just nervous. Well, the competition came and went and I didn't get to talk to Max, but I was definitely even more in love with him.
And that is the end of Chapter 5. YAY, I have to go do take-out in an hour wait, what am I going to do to occupy my time for an hour, curses! Well, thanks for reading my fanfic and don't worry about the almost boyfriend druggie, I was better off without him (now I can search for guys at the beach:p) So remember to review, try out the contest, and please leave your e-mail address with the review. Oh, and by the way, for all my AIM friends, I am now using AOL for talking, so you can IM me on edlp4beagle next time I'm on. Byers! numbuh4lpluva