By Fade into Darkness
Rating: PG13
Author's Note: Shout-outs go to:
Taltos: Yes, Van the Bassist. XD yeah. Okay, I'll try hard to fix the POV thing. Also, thank you for letting me use Levrier!
Red Baroness: Really? Yayayayayay! Yes, Ryss (or however you spell it) is a very unlikable character, but in the right position she is cool. Yeah, I can picture Ryss (!) a Rockstar too; that's why I wrote it!
Firemoon: Thank you. Oh well, we've all been there.
Sanity-Stealing-Lawn-Gnome: I'm glad I make you happy. XD
Space Cowgirl Eris: You are, actually… no, just kidding. You never are sure, are you? Love always
***Omnipotent POV***
:::tap tap tap:::
"Stop it." Irvine Levrier snapped at Karl Shubaltz. Karl rolled his eyes, and continued to steadily tap on the snare drum. Irvine's purple eyes narrowed.
Raven stared out the door of the garage. It was a warm Saturday… at eleven am. Van should have been here by now, he thought uneasily. Van was never late for practice; if anything he was early. Raven's ears perked up when he heard the unmistakable sound of Van's converse high tops slapping against gravel.
"Hey guys." Van puffed, walking in.
"Dude you're way late." Karl said, obviously annoyed. He still tapped on the snare drum, seemingly unaware. Irvine hit Karl's drumsticks out of his hand.
"Thank you, Mr. Obvious." Irvine said sarcastically. Karl sneered.
"That's Raven's job, to be sarcastic."
Nonplussed, Van turned to Raven.
"Sorry. But I just met this girl that Fiona has become obsessed with… you know, the one she was talking about, with the blue hair and great voice-"
"Blue hair?!" No… it couldn't be. But, she does go to Jotsu, just like Fiona…
"Yep," Van continued, nodding his head "It's weird 'cause you know, she doesn't look like she'd have a great voice. She's all like depressed and stuff, you know it's like really depressing just to look at her 'cause she was wearing a skull shirt and these things over her legs kind of like they were supposed to keep her legs warm cause she was wearing a skirt that was all wrinkled, and her hair was stringy an' all. But we were all singing to the radio, and she's really-" Raven jumped up and shook Van's shoulders.
"You idiot! Don't you know what this means?!!?!?" He cried. Van stared blankly.
"…"
Several seconds passed.
"OH! I GET IT!" Van said at last.
"Good." Raven sighed. Finally, Van had understood something on his own without help.
"All girls with blue hair sing well!"
:::smack:::
***
Working at the coffee house had always been Ryss' weekend activity, seeing as she had no true friends with which to go shopping, or anything else of interest to a high school girl. The coffee house was warm and painted in different earthy colors. Many bohemians came there, and there was always a poetry reading. The ceiling was high, and made out of brightly colored glass. On sunny days like this, the colors danced along the plush carpet.
Her hair was in her face, and she could see the hateful blue color. Her hands shook as she dumped foam onto a latte. She had dyed it again. The blue was so bright that anyone would be able to see her from a mile away! But it had just looked so horrible, the dirty blonde roots peeking out amidst the aquamarine. And she didn't want to get a buzz cut. Then she'd be alienated even more.
"RYSS!"
*splat*
The latte was all over the floor, Ryss' hair was in her face again, a customer was pissed off, and there was sugary-sweet little blonde Fiona, squeezing the life out of Ryss.
"GERROFF ME!" Ryss attempted to yell out, but her voice was muffled by Fiona's pink fleece-clad arms.
"OMIGOSH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH!!!!!!!!!" She screeched, apparently unaware of the latte. Ryss broke free of Fiona's deathlike hug.
"What the hell!?" Ryss cried. She rushed over to the customer, who was obviously not a regular at the coffee house. His black hair-
"Oh my…" Ryss stared. The boy from the train station.
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