Rockstar

By Fade into Darkness

Author's Note(s): Shout-outs go to:

Taltos: Thank you, yes I know the POVs were a little spazzed out… I guess I need to really remind people who's thinking/talking.

Evil Person: Really? Yay! Well, that's partly why I wrote it, because there just wasn't enough Ryss-power. Hopefully after this story there will be more like this… hopefully.

Bluefly7: Thank you. I'm glad you do.

Shmo: Yeah, there's that POV issue again… But I promise this chapter will be easier to understand.

Space Cowgirl Eris: I guess you don't have this whole fanfiction/review system down yet. Oh well. Anyway, thank you for the review(s)! Love always

Well, there we go… if I missed anyone, then I'm really sorry. But thank you anyway!

Also, if you were confused about the suicide fact at the beginning of the first chapter, it will all begin to make sense soon… Whenever soon is…

Are you going to be one when you grow up?

Fiona had an innocent smile on her face, waiting patiently.

"…No." I replied quickly. "I have to go." I stood up, and grabbed my bag. This party sucked. I couldn't wait to get home. Then I could just sit there with my headphones on, in peace…

"No! Let's do a duet!" Fiona squealed. She grabbed my hand, and I found myself cursing happy annoying little blondes. There we stood, at the Karaoke machine.

"No one's watching us… what's the point?" I looked around the room, at all of the other happy annoying girls opening presents, laughing… Disgusting.

Meanwhile, Fiona was bent over the karaoke machine, frowning.

"I wonder how you get this to work-"

I darted out the door, through the hallway, down the stairs, and out the apartment building. My heart was beating fast. If I had sung with Fiona, everyone would have seen me.

…Is that a bad thing?

She probably was only trying to make a fool out of me. I probably sing off key, and I have a horrible scratchy voice.

"I'm home!" I said into the apartment, shutting the door behind me. There my mother was, taking down my father's shirts.

"Any tests?" She didn't look at me.

"Nope." I lied quickly. "I'm going to my room to study."

I shut the door fast. I locked it.

Last year, I had a friend who had romantic visions of suicide. She taught me all about cutting, hanging, jumping, poison. We decided that we'd commit suicide together. We went and took pictures of ourselves so that at our funerals, we would have a nice picture next to our coffin. We planned out suicide notes. We would sit together in my room for several hours at a time discussing what we would want our funerals to be like.

Then, I realized that the romantic and glorified images of suicide I had were incorrect, and that I didn't want to die. But my friend couldn't understand. Her funeral was horrible. Almost no one was there. And they didn't use the pictures that we took. They used a horrible school picture. Her death had almost no impact, except on me. My decision was finalized. I didn't want to commit suicide.

But, sometimes I just have these moments where I remember the glory I placed in suicide… And I understand it again.

Like right now.

I don't know why; I guess I just miss the time when I was dark and not superficial and failing school…

A nice big fat F on my science test proves that.

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(Omnipotent POV)

"Raven!!!!!! The show is in a month! A month!!! We can't leave it off any longer!"

"I know, I know…" Raven turned away from Van.

"But-" Van pressed on, following Raven out of his garage and down the sidewalk. "Why not Moonbay?!"

Raven sighed, and glanced at Van.

"She's too…"

"Too what?!"

"Too Miss Independent. Too much attitude."

Van groaned.

"Okay… Fiona, then!"

"Fiona?!?!" Raven cried. "She's your GIRLFRIEND!"

"Exactly! She'd only be too willing to-" Raven put a hand over Van's mouth.

"Dude, you're scaring me. Fiona?"

Van faltered, letting the idea process. Slowly.

"I don't get it." Van said finally. Raven threw his hands up in the air.

"Okay. Um… think about like No Doubt. Gwen Stefani and the bassist went out, and it ended up really badly… It's exactly like your situation. The sexy blonde lead singer, aka Gwen Stefani equals Fiona-"

"But Fiona would never-"

"Shut up and listen. So, let's pretend Fiona was the lead singer. You're kind of like the bassist of No Doubt, considering you are our bassist… and yeah. Having Fiona as our lead singer would kill your relationship."

"…"

Please just agree with me…

"Nooooooo!!!!!!!! Fionaaaaaaaaa!!!!"

Thank god.

"Don't worry, you're still together, but you see my point?"

"Yes! You're right, Raven."

"I'm always right."

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