SNOW POV:
"KATE LUCY HEARTFILIA!" My mother screamed, looking furious.
"Here it comes..." I moaned.
"WHERE ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN!?" She screamed.
"Detention. I've answered. Now may I grace your presence by leaving?" I mockingly asked.
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU GET DETENTION ON YOUR FIRST DAY?!" She yelled.
I put up my hands in a 'calm down' gesture. "Cut it out with the caps. And I punched a kid. No biggie."
"NO BIGGIE?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS DOES TO OUR REPUTATION, WHAT IF PEOPLE FIND OUT?!" She continued to scream at me.
"You would care, I couldn't care less, and then a unicorn that can poop rainbows would dunk a basketball over Kobe Bryant," I answered, coming up with it on the spot. Very random, I know.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She yelled, but in a much softer tone.
I shrugged. "Who knows? But I got the genes from somewhere, didn't I?"
"You bitch! You don't deserve what we give you! You deserve to be poor and homeless! You deserve to be dead!" She yelled at me.
"Then hire someone to kill me, and see who gives a damn!" I retorted, and pushed past her, going up the three flights of stairs which leas to my giant room on the fourth floor, slamming the door behind me. I didn't bother locking in, my mom didn't care enough to come after me. I walked over to the intercom next to my bed, and sighed as I pressed the button.
"Steven?"
"Yes, Snow?"
"...Can you come in my room tonight? At 6? And help me cook dinner and talk?"
"Of course, Snow. Anytime."
"Thank you Steven."
"Your thanks are unnecessary."
Then we both hung up.
I sighed deeply, trying not to cry. I know that other people are worse off then me... but still. That doesn't mean that I can't feel bad about my life, too. I have all this money, but... I can't be happy in this place. Steven's been my only friend for all my life until today.
I made friends because... I wanted Iggy to be happy today. I wanted Iggy to have friends. I never had friends...
At the other private schools I went to, everyone treated me like shit.
"You think you're so great just because you're rich!"
"Have many guys have you paid to sleep with you, huh?"
"What a bitch. If I had money like that, I wouldn't flaunt it around."
When did I flaunt it around? When did I sleep with someone?! When did I say I was great?!
People never think before they speak. That's the flaw with the human race.
I walked over to my desk and looked at the digital clock. 4:47. School ended at 3:00, detention ended at 4:20.
And now I have an hour to kill before Steven gets here.
I opened my music journal and started to write.
"Do you, do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?"
"Cause there's a hole where your soul should be. You're losing control and it's really distasteful."
"Very depressing..." I muttered and absentmindedly reached for my i-pod, putting on one of my favorite songs.
The familiar beginning started, relaxing me as I sang along.
"In the end... as we fade into the night. (Oh whoa oh ohh)
Who will tell... the story of your life?
"In the end, as my soul's laid to rest, what is left of my body?
Or am I just, a shell?
I have fought, and with flesh and blood, I commanded an army.
Through it all, I have given my heart for a moment of glory!"
When it finished, I switched it to a less depressing song.
"You say, that I'm messing with your head! (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
All, 'cause, I was making out with your friends! (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Love hurts, whether it is right or wrong! (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
I can't stop, 'cause I'm having too much fun! (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
You're on your knees, begging please, stay with me!
But honestly, I just need to be a little crazy!
All my life I've been good, but now,
Whoaaa I'm thinking What The Hell.
All I want is to mess around.
And I don't really care about.
If you love me! If you hate me!
You can't save me, baby, baby.
All my life I've been good, but now,
Whoaaa What The Hell."
I fell back on my bed, holding my i-pod with my earplugs in, and pressed "Random Playlist."
"We live like rockstars, dance on every bar.
This is who we are, I don't think we'll ever change!"
"Oh, oh, we are all misfits living in a world on fire!
Oh, oh, sing it for the people like us, the people like us!"
"Wash the sorrow from off my skin,
And show me how to be whole again!"
"Don't try to fix me! I'm not broken...
Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide..."
"In my field of paper flowers, and candy cloud of lullaby.
I lie inside myself for hours, and watch my purple sky fly over me..."
"Snow? It's me," I heard a voice call from outside my door. I paused the song.
"It's unlocked, Steven."
He opened the door. "You have any bacon in your fridge?"
I smiled at him. "You know it."
"Then we can make a variety of dishes, based on your preference of meat over everything else," He smiled at me, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
"Meat wrapped meat?" I asked hopefully and he nodded.
"If you have the ingredients-"
"Of course I do," I interrupted and walked over to my fridge, opening it and taking out 2 packs, or 24 pieces of bacon, and 2 pieces of skirt steak, along with some onions, green peppers, and butter.
He smiled. "The let's begin."
Probably a good time to tell you what my room looks like. I mean, there's a whole little kitchen in a corner, you're probably curious. So here goes:
So my bed's against the middle of one wall, with a few giant dressers next to it of clothes that I would actually wear, not the crap my mom buys me. On the
other side of that wall is an automatic closet with a touch pad so that you can select clothes and they'll automatically come to you. I put all the clothes that
I don't wear in there, like the dresses and skirts my mom buys me. Next to the closet is a door that leads to a full bathroom, with two sinks, a full size shower
and bath, and obviously toilet.
On the other side of the room is a mini kitchen that we will cook our lovely meat wrapped meat in, complete with a stove with four burners, a microwave, a
stocked full size fridge, an oven, and all other necessary kitchen tools like knives, pots, and pans. Thanks to the bathroom and lichen being right in my room, I
can basically live in my room, like when people, Mom, are pissing me off, I can just stay in here. And in the last corner is basically a huge game center, with a
72 inch flat screen TV, attached is a WiiU, X-Box, and PlayStation. All the latest games and stuff are stored in drawers under the TV. And around the TV, a few
yards away, are two couches, big enough to fit at least 3 people on it, and three fluffy giant chairs.
The walls are dark blue with purple chains spray painted on by a professional person, I have absolutely ZERO artistic talent, and the rug is white with dark green, dark red, dark blue, and black dots, stretching across the entire floor. And it's very fluffy, thank you very much.
"Hey Steven, do you like listening to music while you cook?" I asked him suddenly, as we chopped up the onions and peppers.
"Not really, I find it distracting," he answered.
I shook my head. "Bullshit. I'm putting on a song."
He laughed as I went over to my i-pod and pressed play before walking back over and starting to sing along.
"I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top.
She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock.
It's a matter of time before we all run out, when I thought he was mine she caught him by the mouth.
I waited 8 long months, she finally set him free.
I told I couldn't lie, he was the only one for me!
2 weeks we caught on fire, she's got it out for me,
But I wear the biggest smile!"
"Take it away, Steven!" I yelled and he smiled but said nothing as I grabbed a stick of, still packaged somewhat melted, butter, and used it as a mic.
"Whoa, I never meant to brag!
But I got him where I want him now!
"Whoa, it was never my intention to brag!
To steal it all away from you now!
But God, does it feel so good!
'Cause I got him where I want him now!
And if you could then you know you would,
'Cause God, it just feels so...
It just feels so good...
Second chances they ever don't matter, people never change.
Once you're a whore you're nothing more, I'm sorry, that'll never change.
And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged.
I'm sorry honey, but I passed it up, now look this way!
Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you,
Looking as innocent as possible to get to who.
They want and what they like, it's easy if you do it right.
Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse!"
"Snow, the butter in your hands in melting," Steven pointed out.
"Well, I'm singing and I don't care," I retorted before continuing.
"Whoa, I never meant to brag!
But I got him where I want him now!
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag!
To steal it all away from you now!
But God, does it feel so good!
'Cause I got him where I want him now!
And if you could then you know you would,
'Cause it just feels so...
It just feels so good...
I watched his wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving you,
Just watch his wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving...
I then proceeded to (NOT) make a fool of myself by air strumming the epic guitar part.
"Whoa, I never meant to brag!
But I got him where I want him now!
Whoa, I never meant to brag!
But I got him where I want him now!
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag!
To steal it all away from you now!
But God, does it feel so good!
'Cause I got him where I want him now!
And if you could then you know you would,
'Cause it just feels so...
It just feels so good..."
"Snow, that butter has almost completely melted," Steven said with a smile.
"Well now I'm done singing..." I muttered, as "My Happy Ending" started playing. "So now I can care." I ran to the garbage and quickly threw the wrapper out, and washed my hands before butter got on the floor.
"Is the meat wrapped meat done?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Almost. We just need to put it in the oven and let it cook for 35 minutes," he smirked.
I sighed. "Steven, toss me a peach Chobani yogurt and a spoon. We're going to be here awhile."
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IGGY POV:
"Iggy! Where have you been, I was worried!" Mom exclaimed, running as she heard the door creak open.
"I was fine. I had detention," I said tightly, hoping she wouldn't be mad.
She frowned. "Why'd you get detention?"
"I was late to a class with a mean teacher," I sighed.
"Well then I don't really care, and you shouldn't either. Unless it was something legitimately bad, like getting in a fight, I don't get why people have to give out detention," Mom said disapprovingly.
I smiled. "Well thanks Mom."
She smiled back. "Of course."
Then something hit me. "Wait, why are you back so early?"
"I took a half day today, got home an hour ago to spend time with my beautiful son," she smiled. "But my beautiful son was nowhere to be found."
I felt bad. "Sorry for not being here."
"It wasn't your fault," she patted my shoulder. "Now put down your bag, and sit with your old mother on the couch. And tell her about your day."
I put my backpack on the floor next to the door. "You're not old, Mom, you're only 37."
"Well sometimes I forget," she sighed, sitting down on the couch. "By working all the time, I feel 20 years older. But it's worth it."
I smiled slightly and sat down next to her. "I guess."
"So how was your day? Anything interesting happen?" She asked, sounding genuinely interested.
"I made some friends," I said with a smile, and her face lit up. She knew I had no friends.
"That's great! So what are their names?" She asked.
"Well my new best friend, her name is Snow, she def- desk, was put at the desk next to me in history, so we talked," I quickly fixed myself from saying that she defended me from bullies. Mom knew I had no friends, but she didn't know I was bullied and I wanted to keep it that way.
"That's a weird name, Snow..." Mom mused.
"Well that's not her real name, her real name is Kate Heartfilia, Snow's her nickname," I explained.
"Heartfilia? The richest people in the country? Isn't she a little... stuck-up?" Mom asked hesitantly.
I shook my head. "She actually hates being address by her last name, and doesn't like when people only think of her as a rich girl who has everything. She's actually really nice and an awesome person."
Mom smiled. "Well if you say so, I believe you. I can't wait to meet her."
"Meet her?" I asked in surprise.
Mom frowned. "I know our place isn't that great or anything but that's a little offensive..."
"No, it's not that! It's just, I just met her today..." I mumbled but it sounds like a lie even though it's true. Had I just met her today? It feels like I had known her forever.
"And yet you called her your best friend," Mom pointed out.
I blushed. "Well, yeah..."
"Who else then? Any males or are you a ladies man?" Mom asked teasingly, changing the subject.
"Well at lunch, we sat with a group of boys and girls, Max, she's a girl, Fang, Ella, Nudge, Ryuu, Gazzy, and Angel were their names," I recalled, thinking of them.
"Did you get closer to anyone?" Mom asked.
"Gazzy and I were in detention together. I don't know why... Snow was there too," I smiled at the thought of the detention. It was the funnest detention I had ever gone to. Probably because I had friends to talk to this time.
"Why did they get detention?" Mom asked in surprise.
"I don't know," I lied. I didn't know why Gazzy got detention but I knew why Snow did.
"So best day ever? Good thing I came home today and got to hear all about it," Mom smiled and kissed the top of my head. "So how about you start your homework and I'll start dinner?"
"Sure," I agreed and she walked off to our small kitchen, as I stood and grabbed my backpack before walking off to my small room.
Once I got there, I threw my backpack on the bed and took my i-pod out of it, and turned on the album "Minutes to Midnight" by Linkin Park, letting it play through at a soft volume as I started my homework.
Hey guys!
First of all:
All the song credits go to these people in the following order:
Fuck you (I know, great title) by Lily Allen.
In The End by Black Veil Brides.
What the Hell by Avril Lavigne.
Here's to Never Growing Up by Avril Lavigne.
People like Us by Kelly Clarkson.
Castle of Glass by Linkin Park.
Hello by Evanescence.
Imaginary by Evanescence.
Misery Business by Paramore.
Now then!
Sorry for the wait, I only got 2 reviews for the last chapter and it kind of depressed me. :( What happened, guys?
Hopefully we'll get more reviews this time so I don't go hide in a tiny hole and cry(not that I did that...)
Fortunately, I made an extra long chapter for you guys! Unfortunately, I did not edit it to my severe case of laziness. :P It's pretty bad.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter, review and all that good stuff!
Question of the Chapter: How long should Gazzy wear the heels? When should he confess his crush to Nudge? IF he does confess his love to Nudge?(same Q as last chapter) FYI, something we find out next chapter will somewhat complicate this situation...
Other question: How much should Iggy and Snow's dads be mentioned? Snow's dad is never around, and Iggy's dad abandoned him, so should they really be important parts of the story? I don't really think so, but tell me what you think, especially if you think otherwise.
So that's it, enjoy the story and fly on!
Kate