xX... hi all! i'm sorry for not updating Heaven and Hell for a while, i'm just trying to think it out. Anyway, i gotta start writing now! Again, mind the spell check ...xX
"Katie? Kaite? Wakek up," Kirsten gently tapped Katie on her shoulder, she shrugged it off, groaning and shifting. Suddenly Katie's eyes shot up, blod shot and veiny.
"What the hell!? Where am I!? What's going on!?" she began hyperventilating, she grasped Kirsten and began to calm down,
"Oh, it's you, did you know i'd never drunken any liquor and beer before?"
"Lay off it for a while, who was that guy?" Kirsten asked.
"Who" Katie said, sitting up, she was in her bed. Kirsten sat at the edge, she was still dressed, a trash can filled with vomit lay at her bedside,
"Oh, him, that's Christopher, my friend,"
"The other one, the HOT, straight one!" Kirsten persisted. Katie thought hard, she couldn't remember much,
"Lawrence?"
"Oh god, that guy was so hot, It was nice just to watch him, ooh. does he go to NYU? Kate, baby, spill those beans! Is HE SINGLE?"
Katie laughed, choked, and vomited, spewing vomit into the trashcan, Kirsten picked it up and through it into a larger trash can,
"Nasty, you were drunk as a skunk," Kirsten said. Katie smiled.
"C'mon, your gay friend called to see if everything was OK, call him back," Kirsten through Katie the phone along with a phone number scribbled onto a piece of paper. Katie dialed the number. A deep voiced man answered the phone,
"Wha?"
"Hi, i'm calling for Christopher..."
The man laughed and other voices chuckled as the man called,
"Hey FAG! Chick on the phone for you!"
Katie heard footsteps, the man spoke again as others chuckled,
"Yo, fag, hurry up! what is this? your manicurist? your PERSONAl shopper? Ya know what? You make me sick, why aren't you normal," there was silence and suddenly Christopher's voice rang out,
"Hey, Katie, one sec, lemme go onto the terrace," Katie heard a tiny click, seconds later Christopher was back on the phone,
"Just called to see how you were, you sorta passed out and began throwing up when I introduced you to Larry, you know him?"
Katie was quiet before answering,
"Sorta" She forced the thoughts out of her head, the bad blood, and feelings the day she left. All that she had left behind kept bubbling up, her past was getting her. Katie shoved the feelings down and started up conversation,
"So, those roomies aren't very nice?"
"No, they're dirty son of a bitches, mother fucking cunt drinking ass holes (sorry 'bout that guys, just trying to get me point across!)"
"That sorta sucks," Katie said.
"I wish they wold just die, those butt heads,"
Suddenly Katie heard the click,
"Oh no! He must've been listening on the other phone--" Katie heard the man in the background,
"You wanna say that again fag?"
the others laughed and cheered, Katie was crying she yelled,
"CHRIS! CHRIS! WHERE ARE YOU!?" A loud noise was heard, the phone dropped static for a long time finally the phone went blank. Katie was crying.
Despite Kirsten plea's that she wasn't well Katie had jumped out of bed, pulled on some clothes, some short shorts and a tank top and ran out of the door, she had to find Christopher. She ran up to Washington Square a woman with an NYU shirt sat eating a sandwich,
"Which was is Dartyore dorm?" Katie asked franticlly,
The woman pointed up 15th street. Katie nodded and ran in the direction. A black flag with the words DARTYORE hang from a foreboding stone building, around twenty floors tall. She ran in and went to the info desk,
"Which apartment is.. uh Christopher in?"
The woman frowned,
"Do you know... Christopher's last name?"
"CRAP! uh..." Katie thought, "He's GAY!"
The woman nodded,
"THAT Christopher, 13A, shall I ring up?"
"no, that's fine," Katie mumbled and darted up the stairs, here stomache was feeling a bit queasy, all those stairs. The hallway on floor 13 was sparce, wooden and boring. 13A was another monotone door. She hit the door forcefully, worried shouts came from inside and the man whom Katie talked to yelled, "ONE SEC!"
Katie heard a muffled "shove it under the bed!" a shiver went up Katies' spine. The door opened, standing there was a buff, all american looking-type, wearing an LAX shirt. Someone that young girls write about and dream about, His eyes popped out of his sockets.
"Is Chris here?" Katie asked. the man frowned and blocked the doorway from here view he muttered,
"Why do fags get all the chicks," he than spoke up, "No, he's not, can I... uh... help you? Coffee, tea, me?"
"WHAT?" Katie asked, bewildered,
"Nothing," the man muttered. Katie pushed past him. She stopped walking up the stained hallway when she say the living room. About six other guys, seemingly clones of the first guy sat, laughing, that wasn't what made Katie, what lay in the center of the room did bother Katie though, it was Christopher. His jeans were splattered with blood, his face looked deformed, his nose was broken, blood was everywhere. His shirt was torn and his body was brusied. His glasses were broken, glass stuck into his face, the twisted frame laying next to Chris. Katie gawked.
"Oh my god guys! What did you do to Chris!?" the man came in, acting concerned, one of the other guys stood up and yelled,
"He stood us up to it!"
Soon everyone was yelling, Katie couldn't take it, she wandered into the other room, unaware of the guy listening to music. She could here the screams, she took a pill out of her lipstick case and popped it quickly.
"Ray's girlfriend?" The guy asked. He had shaggy chestnut brown hair that curled up at the edges, he wore a dark green button down and jeans. He turned off his walkman. and took his CD out and placed it on his bedside table,
"Who's Ray?" Katie asked,
"The guy who answered the door," the guy smiled. Katie looked horified,
"Who'd go out with a guy... like that!?" She stuttered. The guy laughed,
"He's a grad student, holds the dorm record for most girls layed in a term, 15,"
Katie stood, mouth open,
"Wow, i'm Katie, Christophers' friend, I was wondering if you had a phone in here,"
"Hi, I'm Toby. Theater major, it's my second year here, use my cellphone,"
Remembering why she came and listening to the noises of people yelling Katie called 911 and spook franticlly to the attendant.
"They should be here soon," she said.
"Who?"
"ambulance, they beat Chris up pretty bad," Toby didn't look that shocked,
"They do that alot,"
They sat in silence, finally Katie looked at the Cd,
"What's that, never heard of that band," Katie said.
"That's because it's not a band, it's a play, since i'm a theater major i'm directing a musical called Hair. It was a groundbreaking musical in the 60's and is still really amazing. Would you be interested in auditioning?" he asked, without waiting to answer he handed her a slip of paper, "that's the time and date, please come,"
Katie nodded. The ambulance came, Christopher was taken to intensive care.
When the moon is in the seventh house,
and Jupiter aligns with mars,
than peace will guide the planets,
and love will steer the stars.
this is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
-Aquarius, HAIR
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