~Authors Note: Salutations Bitches, bastards, ladies, gentlemen and Chris Crockers (lol Shananay quote) what's up? Sorry for not updating sooner, I really do try my best but I've been getting into drawing anime and yeah, always fun and time consuming. Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter!
Peace in
Mel Swirls!
Phineas and Ferb: Isn't what it is
Chapter 7: I don't care
3 hours later, I found myself in a completely unpacked room. And it wasn't as rewarding as I initially thought it would be. What a fucking waste of my time.
I let myself fall onto my bed and curl up beneath the blankets. I was still in my clothes, but I was so tired that I was about ready to fall asleep anyways. I felt my eyelids become heavier with every passing minute before they shut and I drifted to sleep.
Say my name and his in the same breath
I dare you to say they taste the same
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow in flames
~Dream~
I was at a concert and the music was pounding. This wasn't just any concert though, this was one of those hardcore punk band concerts where all the emo kids vent their rage. This was the kind of concert that only huge bands played at… like Green Day and the Sex Pistols.
Brace myself and let go
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suites now
The band's singer had bright red hair and was excitedly jumping around on the stage. It was wild. The rest of the band seemed muted out compared to him. It was like this was his stage and he knew he belonged rocking his white ass off with that red electric guitar of his.
I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
There was another guy on stage that I noticed within a heartbeat. His shaggy, bright green hair that covered almost entirely one eye and tall, lean body made him hard not to see. He was gorgeous. He was playing the keyboards and he rocked. I don't think I've ever seen anyone with a more beautiful stage presence. He was beautiful. He was frigging amazing.
The green haired guy and redhead seemed so familiar. Where did I know them? The green haired guy grabbed the microphone and looked at the crowd with love in his eyes, "This song is for Alika." He said with a velvety British accent. I screamed before running up to the stage and (with the help of a blonde guy wearing a black bandana) got up on stage. I knew this people, but from where?
Said I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
I kissed the green haired guy and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Happy second year, Ferb." I told him before he kissed me. "Ferb is a man of action, not of many words!" Screamed the redhead as he started to play the guitar. This was my song. It was for me, from Ferb and it meant everything to me.
I let him go and it hit me. This green haired guy was Ferb, the redhead was Phineas, the blonde guy was Alex and that tough guy over there was Buford. This was Smiling Burnage. This was my second year with Ferb Fletcher.
Oh take a chance
Let your body get a tolerance
I'm not a chance, but a heat wave in your pants
Pull a breath like another cigarette
Palms up, I'm trading 'em (trading 'em)
~Reality~
When I opened my eyes I was in my bedroom. Everything was normal. There was no concert, no Ferb, and definitely no Phineas. I was alone in my dark room.
I looked at my alarm clock and noticed it was 3 minutes before 6:30 in the morning. It was time I got up and ready for school.
I'm the oracle in my chest
Let the guitar scream like a fascist
Sweat it out, shut your mouth
Free love on the streets
But in the alley I ain't that cheap, now
I slipped out of bed and unplugged my alarm clock. I didn't want it going off while I was in the shower and still after 6 years of having the same alarm clock, I still don't know how to use it properly.
I slipped into the shower and washed my hair with my odd supposed-to-smell-like-strawberries-but-instead-smells-like-mangos shampoo and conditioner before washing myself. When I got out I wrapped a towel around my body and looked at myself in the mirror.
I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
I had a really ugly nose, and bad eyebrows. I should start plucking them. I shuddered at the memory of what happened last time I plucked my eyebrows. It wasn't enjoyable and it really did hurt…despite what my cousins, aunts and mom said.
Said I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
I looked at my body and noticed for the first time just how flat I was. I wasn't really skinny, but I wasn't curvy either. I was like some weird thing in the middle. Skinvy… no actually that sounds kind of wrong. I think I'm good on the body type name.
Said-a, I don't care just a-what you think
As long as it's about me
You said I don't care just what you think
As long as it's about me
I sighed before getting dressed in a plaid red and black hoodie, white skinny jeans with drawings made from sharpie all over it and purple skateboarding shoes with black and white plaid laces. I curled my hair and put the very little amount of make up I wear on my face before walking out of the bathroom and in the kitchen.
Said-a I don't care (I don't care)
Said I don't care (I don't care)
Said I don't care,
I don't care
I don't care (I don't care)
I said-a
I don't care
I don't care
I fixed myself some breakfast, which was easy considering all I wanted was toast with peanut butter on it before waving to Brad. "Did you sleep well?" he asked curiously and I nodded before slipping into my room and looking at myself in the mirror there.
I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
I noticed right then how obsessed I am with the way I look and what people think of me. Am I really this shallow? Have I sunken this low? Please tell me I haven't become like the type of people I hate.
I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
I told myself right then that I shouldn't be so obsessed with my looks. They really aren't that important. Who cares what people say? It's just me and I should let them talk. It's not like anything horrible can come from it.
The best of us can find happiness in misery
I grabbed my school bag and slipped out the door with confidence I never felt before.
~Authors note: Ok so I hope you liked that chapter! The song is "I don't care" by Fallout boy! I hope you liked it! And if you didn't, tell me why so I can fix it! Review!
Peace in!
Mel Swirls!