Finals are over so its time for Christmas break and what not. so i can update and what not.
I confess, i never seen a single episode of Wizard of Waverly Palace. well, i watched at least five minutes; does that count? okay so, is 'palace' pronounced 'what 'palace' do you want me to meet you?' or is it pronounced 'the princess lives in a 'palace'?
and if im updating then other authors should be updating their work as well...*hint, hint*.
Alex's hair was wet and dripping from her sweat because she was up on the grid fixing the lights for the Hannah Montana concert. Why didn't anyone tell her there was going to be a concert and since when did the school have a school's newspaper, and since when could school's newspapers gossip?
She climbed down the ladder, and walked toward the exit of the auditorium. She was thirsty and working the lights took a tole on her. It was going to be a long night, and she still had to get that autograph; as well, as call her parents to let them know about the concert. They'll probably be as 'wtf' as she was. She took a sip from the water fountain but then heard a very, highly familiar voice coming from down the hall near the 11th grade lockers.
"DON'T SUPPORT THE HANNAH MONTANA CONCERT WHO IS FRIENDS WITH MILEY STEWART!!! DON'T GO TO THE HANNAH MONTANA CONCERT! DON'T GO TO THE HANNAH MONTANA CONCERT! DON'T GO-"
"Harper, what are you doing?" Alex took the picket signed out of Harper's hand and threw it to the side. "Harper...really?"
"I'm doing this for you, Alex." She lowered her voice. "If we stop this concert then Miley and Lily will no longer bother you."
Okay-what? Harper's ideas were just plain weird sometimes. She was speechless yet again. Harper was always doing this; she was always causing attention to herself and embarrassing Alex. Alex took Harper by the arm, quite harshly.
"Ouch, Alex, you're hurting me."
Alex twisted Harper around, and stood close to her so she wouldn't have to raise her voice. She tried to calm herself down when looking at her best friend who does stupid stuff.
"What are you doing, Harper, uh? What are you trying to do?"
Harper shrugged her shoulders, giving Alex that confused look; as if she doesn't understand why Alex is mad at her.
"Making picket signs and t-shirts with Hannah Montana and Miley's face on them scratched out. Ordering people not to go to the concert! What the hell, Harper!"
"I'm doing this for you, Alex. They treat you like shit! Especially that Lily girl. Then they come here and flaunt all up in your face and Miley being all nice and fake."
Alex rolled her eyes and walked away from Harper, trying to cool herself down. Her head was getting hot and her patience was running low. She quickly walked back to Harper. "There is nothing wrong with Miley. Maybe Lily, yes, but there is NOTHING-" She clenched her teeth at Harper, "NOTHING wrong with Miley. Okay, Harper. Now stop all this nonsense. I understand if you dislike them but don't go around promoting hate."
"It's fucking freedom of speech, Alex."
"IT'S FUCKING RETARDED, HARPER!" She hated to curse but she was feeling really agitated. "Why is everyone so warped up about me and Miley? What goes on between us is only between us and no one else! If we hate each other, we fucking hate each other; if we love each other then we fucking love each other. If we're fucking each other then we're fucking fucking each other!!"
Harper stared at Alex; her eyebrows were down but her eyes held sorrow in them. Alex didn't look in her eyes though. She ran her fingers over her temples, and walked over to the table Harper was sitting at.
"Now all this shit you have can just be thrown in the trash!" Alex starting tearing down the 'DON'T SUPPORT HANNAH MONTANA' signs down. She tore them up into as many pieces as she could then threw them away. She took all the buttons and trashed them. The bell had rung for first period to end so the hallways were filling up. The scene Alex was creating was causing students to become bystanders. Harper looked around at everyone; she was now embarrassed because all the stuff Alex was throwing away was Harper's stuff and Harper's doing.
Alex took the t-shirts and used her teeth to rip them apart. The shirts tore mighty easily. "Where the fuck did you get the money to get this shit, Harper, uh? What the fuck? All this money can go to something else like a fucking Japanese class or something but no-you spent it on t-shirts made in Mexico that tear as easily as your FUCKING HEART!"
The students circled around, including Gigi's clique. They were all astonished Alex was cursing. That was sure to be in the next school's newspaper.
Alex walked back over to Harper after she finished tearing everything apart and throwing them away.
"What's wrong, Harper? Are you hurt; are you humiliated because you did something stupid...again?" Sarcasm in her tone.
Harper's eyes started to water but she held her tears back. She licked her lips and softly responded back to Alex. "I was doing this for you, Alex."
"Me? Me! Stop doing shit for me, Harper! Just stop!"
The tears went away and Harper felt her backbone growing in. "Well, excuse me, Alex for trying to stick up for you. I mean I know my methods of handling things can be often immature, but I try my best to make things right for you. Yes, they're stupid but I know people will see it and try to understand you're not that bad. I just...I just-"
The bell rang for the next period to begin and the students started running off. They scattered like a bunch of cheerleaders getting caught smoking weed behind the dance studio. Alex watched as Harper held her head low; her eyes cast down with a shadow over them. Alex walked around a bit, small steps running her fingers through her hair. She sighed and felt better for letting everything out but once she glanced at Harper again, she didn't feel so good.
She soften her tone and took Harper's hands. Harper snatched her hands away from Alex's grasp and put them behind her back.
"Harper, listen..."
"I'm going to be late for class." Her voice was so soft, it was like a whisper. Alex could barely hear her.
"Come to the concert with me. It won't be bad. We'll make it fun."
Harper lifted her head and looked right into Alex's eyes.
"I have a test to study for tonight. Enjoy the Hannah Montana concert. And don't forget that autograph for Justin."
Harper went to the table she was working at and cleaned the remaining of the mess up. It was silent and Alex didn't know what to say to her. Harper put the chair away and was trying to move the table. Alex saw her struggling so she helped her...still in silence. After she and Harper put the desk away, Alex tried to talk with her but Harper quickly went to her next class.
Alex went to the auditorium to get her equipment, and a pass so the teacher would believe where she was and why she's late when Harper approached her. She had a restroom pass in her hand.
"Do you like her?" Harper asked.
Alex zipped up her backpack.
"That's why she said that to you in the hallway. That 'the 7 thing i like the most about you'-crap. She likes you. She's not being fake, is she?"
Alex put her head down; now she felt guilty all of a sudden. Harper shook her head, distasteful about Miley liking Alex.
Alex thought of soothing words to say to Harper. "Harp-" Harper didn't allow Alex to finish because she kissed her; she kissed her on the lips. It was innocent and simple, not with tongue not with lust but with love-or strong like. Harper turned, and exited the auditorium going either to her class or the restroom.
goodness, longer than i thought. im so excited for christmas break and i hope yall are too. :P