'Sup
I know it's been a while...
My original plot greatly resembled "Be my Mateprite"
so I am still trying to figure something else out
Plus school has started and my grades are decreasing faster than my activity ;-;
So i want to thank y'all for sticking with me and wish y'all enjoyment while reading!
... y'all
Mkay ima shut up now ^3^
"Uggggggggh"
You take off your black heels and throw them somewhere unknown. Not to your interest at the moment, besides you'll find them sooner or later. You flop onto your cerulean couch, face-first.
You're thankful spidermom isn't here anymore- you're not in the mood to have put up with her neediness. She was never any help with your personal problems anyway- just was one. You flip around and stare up at your black ceiling, then look around, scanning the front room of your hive. Then all of a sudden becoming disgusted with the dull shade of blue that fills it. You then become disgusted in your self. For looking so desperate that you asked Strider for help, For being so desperate. For being petty and not handling your quadrant problems on your own. The list goes on…. and on. You get up, cursing. You stepped on a damn die. You pick it up and angrily chuck it. Of course it went right through a glass window. Just your luck. You begin to trudge to the kitchen like some loathsome, depressed, shitty excuse for a troll. The trip on your left heel. Falling to the ground with a thud, you begin cursing even more.
Guess it's sooner.
You get up and kick the shoe somewhere else. Then, continue to the kitchen and grab a drink- seeing as you didn't do anything at the party but get your hopes up, just to get depressed.
You take a swig then start to feel a bit better. You go back to the couch, basically leaping onto it, the turn on whatever movie is in the player. You take another swig, wiping the drink from your chin with your sleeve. Then turn to the screen to see Nic Cage. you give a wry smile and watch the movie.
By the time it's over you've finished the bottle, managing to spill some on the carpet, but you don't care. You don't care about anything at the moment. You turn off the movie and curl up with a spiderweb printed blanket and soon drift off to sleep.
xXx
You take off to your room, dodging smuppets by an awaiting dirk.
Bastard was hiding behind the couch.
You sigh in relief then take your shirt off and toss it on your bed.
Then you put on a plain red longsleeve shirt.
You proceed changing until you are in said red shirt, black sweat pants, and a pair of white bunny slippers with shades, that resemble your own, drawn on them with black sharpie.
You jump onto your bed, causing your shirt to fall. You reach for your iPhone but realize you dropped it when Dirk jumped up from behind the couch like a lunatic.
You groan and peek out the door then cautiously make your way to the living room. You relax but also let out an annoyed sigh. Dirk is passed out on the couch snuggling a smuppet. You groan when you see a prideful smirk on his lips. You then, smack him upside the head seeing as he is sitting on your phone.
He wakes up with a jolt and smothers you with said "snuggle smuppet".
You screech uncooly and smack it out of his hand.
He looks at you sleepily but laughs at you anyway.
"Shut up" you poker face then reach over and grab your phone.
He messes up your hair,
"Heh, sorry lil' bro" he goes to pick up his smuppet then yawns, "I'm going to bed"
"I dont care what you do as long as i don't end up to my neck in smuppet ass"
"No promises~!" he then, goes off to his room like the prancing pony he is.
You sigh in relief then check your messages, nothing.
You assume by now people are passed out or banging each other, it is around 11.
You wonder why spider girl hasnt thanked you, then you recapp and realize she doesn't know you decided to help her.
You decide you'll just tell her straight up then log off and get some sleep yourself.
TurntechGodhead begin pestering ArachnidsGrip
TG: Yo,
TG: spider girl
TG: I'll help you out with John
TG: but don't you dare hurt him
TurntechGodhead ceased pestering ArachnidsGrip
You didn't mean to threaten her at the end, it just kinda came out.
But you meant it.
She better not hurt him.
You grab a bottle of AJ and chug it down. Wiping spilt AJ from your chin you toss the bottle in the trash can and head to your room.
You toss your phone on the red beanbag in the corner then get under the covers. You take off your shades and put them on your nightstand. Then drift off to sleep, thinking about the troll that suddenly caught your interest.
xXx
You wake up when you feel a stinging in your horns. You realize you were tossing and turning in your sleep and head-butted the armrest. You sit up cradling your head.
"This is what reprecautions are for" you mimic your dancestor, Aranea.
You get up and step on the bottle from last night, falling and sending it rolling into the wall, smashing.
"Uggggggggh" worst morning EVER.
You get up and realize its only 5 am.
"oh"
You walk up the stairs, gripping the railing knowing you'll probably fall if you don't.
You dodge a broken 8-ball, scattered on 8 different steps.
Yeah, you would have fallen.
You finally make it to your reprecaution and ease inside, you close your eyes and hope you fall back asleep soon, but with your head ache you're up for another half hour.