READ ME! Okay so this isn't a real chapter for TFTB. I am still working on the next chapter, I want to make it very long and detailed for you because I really have been slacking off for the last couple of chapters. I felt the need to be a bit humorous and this is what I got from it, there is a little chapter sneak peak in this little authors chapter that will be used later on in the story. I hope you enjoy it, and im very sorry if I disappointed anyone.
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Mitchie Moore was sitting on her derpy Palm Woods standard couch, her green blankie wrapped around her shoulders and laptop in lap. Her hands stood awkwardly above the keyboard as she tried to think of what to write, with un-sure fingers she began to type the next chapter of her story.
Dak slammed his fist into the wall in fury.
"God dammit Jess! Tell me why the hell not!" He demanded loudly, grabbing her by the shoulders roughly.
Jessie flinched away from him, she wasn't going to admit it, but he was starting to scare her with his sudden burst of anger. To be completely honest with herself, she didn't know…she didn't know why the hell not.
"Answer me Jess…please." Dak pressed, his voice was less demanding now. He sounded as if he were pleading with her.
"Dak I jssoisdij-…
"No no no no no! Darn it!"
Mitchie slammed her fist down on the keyboard again in aggravation, typing in abunch of gibberish. After about three pages worth of complete utter keyboard assaulting, she X'ed out the word page and pulled up a new one.
"Writers block will be the death of me I swear…" She mumbled to herself as she pulled her glasses off and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to stop the upcoming headache.
"Hell no! We won't go! Mitchie is a heartless dope!"
"What the…"
Mitchie sat her laptop down on the coffee table and stood up from the couch. She followed the noise of the chanting to her balcony, and what greeted her outside made her mouth drop in shock. There was a huge mob of about fifty people down by the pool. They held picket signs and pitchforks, some had homemade spears, and one girl was banishing a samurai sword. They were all standing underneath her balcony and they did not look happy to see her.
"What is going on out here?" She exclaimed, wiping her eyes just to make sure she wasn't seeing shit… Nope…they were still there.
"Why haven't you updated!" One girl with blonde hair holding a sign that read 'Mitch the Bitch must DIE!' shouted up at her.
That's when Mitchie realized that this angry mob was a group of her readers, apparently they had read the newest chapter. It seemed they weren't too happy about it, it didn't help her case that she left them on a cliffhanger…
"Please don't kill me!" Mitchie pleaded to her readers from the balcony of her apartment, she had to duck to avoid being hit with a glass bottle that one chick just launched her way.
They stood there holding pointy objects and shouting violent things about possible decapitation at her. Mitchie thanked her lucky stars that they were down there and she was up here on her balcony, safe from any serious bodily harm. The screams of the mob were interrupted by a knock on her door.
Mitchie held a finger up to the angry mob. "Hold those thoughts guys!" She said, then rushed back inside.
The person behind the door pounded their fist against it impatiently.
"Keep your pants on, im comi- oofff!" Mitchie tripped on an empty cheeto bag and effectively face-planted into the kitchen counter.
"Son of a- stupid bag!"
Standing back up and clutching her throbbing face in her hand she glared down at the small foil baggie. Pulling her foot back, she attempted to send the evil little thing flying across the floor. Only to end up back on the hardwood floor in a flat out pain angel. The door slowly opened and a curious faced James Diamond poked his head in.
"Oh…it's opened…Hey Mitch! The guys and I were wondering why there's a mob of attractive ladies with shar- why are you lying on the floor?" James asked, looking down at her with a raised brow.
Mitchie shot up off the floor and yanked James into the apartment. He watched as she slammed the door shut and hurriedly locked it up. She grabbed a chair from the dining table and wedged it under the doorknob…just to be safe ya know?
"Should I even ask?"
Mitchie just shook her head and stared at him with wide eyes.
"MITCHIE! Get your sorry ass back out here! We weren't finished with you!"
James raised his brow and began walking towards the sliding doors that lead to the balcony, Mitchie leapt forward off of the door and grabbed James by the arm.
"Don't do it! They have pitchforks!" Mitchie hissed in a whisper.
"Im sure its just a huge misunderstanding Mitch."
James chuckled and placed an arm on her back, pushing her forward towards the doors. She planted her heels and gripped the frame as he tried to shove her out of the door.
"No! James! Stop it, they're going to kill me!" Mitchie pleaded as he pushed her through the frame and out the door.
The crowd got effectively louder as she and James were back in sight. James walked over to the ledge while Mitchie stayed close to the door, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't intimidated just a wee bit.
"What's going on here ladies?" James asked curiously.
"She's been gone for like two and a half months, two and a half months!" One girl yelled.
"Yeah, and her chapters are getting shorter and shorter with each update. I don't know about the rest of ya'll, but I find that to be just cruel." Another girl spoke up.
"Lets not forget that its been twenty chapters already and nothing very interesting has even happened yet!" A third girl added before the crowd broke into loud and jumbled shouts.
James smiled. "Girls girls girls!" He shouted over the noise of the crowd.
"Long legs and burgundy lips!" Mitchie piped up in sing song.
The crowd, including James all turned their heads to frown at her in distaste. Mitchie blushed lightly and took another step closer to the glass door.
James turned back toward the crowd. "Me and Mitch have already talked about this, she has been trying her hardest to get the storyline neatened up to better the story – you guys want an interesting story plot don't you?" He asked.
The crowd began murmuring in agreement, and then one girl shouted.
"I read on Tumblr that she stays for Kendall now!"
Everything seemed to get deafly quiet as James slowly turned to face a red faced Mitchie, he stared at her for what seemed like years before he spoke.
"Is that true?" He asked quietly, sounding kind of hurt.
She quickly shook her head. "NO! Its not like that! I- I" She couldn't find the right words, she could feel the word vomit about to come up so she quickly shut her mouth.
Without a word, James walked over to Mitchie and snatched her up and threw her onto his shoulder, she could only squeak as he walked over to the ledge.
"No James, please!" Mitchie pleaded desperately.
But James Diamond wasn't listening.
"Tear her limb from limb girls."
And with that said James dropped Mitchie off of the balcony where she disappeared into the mob, the only thing the guest of Palm Woods heard was the sound of Mitchies blood curling screams as she was pumbled by the Rusher Fandom…
Hehe, I really hope I didnt offened anyone with this chapter. Did anyone get the Motley Crue refrence? Thanks for sticking with me, I really appreciate it. :)
