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 Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 5:36 pm
NOTE: The timeline for this? Muddled. Very very muddled. So don't b***h about it. X3 Some parts in the fic are played by friends of mine through roleplay. Just here to have fun X3 ( Hopefully it won't seem so Mary-sue? )
Prologue
"What's with these homies dissin' my girl?"
8:00pm. The show started at 7:00pm. This was not good. The eighteen year old in the car glared at her sister who was on the wheel. This was very typical, but it caused the younger girl great amount of frustration. She crossed her arms, the elder sister noticing this. For a moment, silence ensued, until the elder sister released a very notable sigh.
"It's not my fault."
"... I was ready at six."
"You didn't call me."
She rolled her eyes, "You know. You're right. Because. It was really foolish of me to think, that when you said you'll pick me up at six, that I thought you'd ACTUALLY pick me up at six. No. I have to CALL you!"
"Look, we're here. They're probably just starting. You know how these things go."
The younger sister looked at her sister as the car was parked. However, upon leaving the card and toward the venue, music was heard. Very familiar music at that. Slowly, the younger sister's footsteps decreased in speed. The music was unmistakable. She glanced at her sister. "Ana..."
Ana looked at her younger sister, then ahead. "... Is that? Do you think?"
What's with these homies dissin' my girl? Why do they gotta front..."
"... We're late. They started." She looked at Ana, rushing forward. Ana stayed behind for a moment, somewhat quiet, showing a shrug.
"So I was wrong."
Bursting through the doors to the floor section of the concert, the two sisters soon joined the others, the band, even though closer if they were seated in the bleachers, were still distant. But that didn't matter, as the song reached them, filling their bodies with excitement, adrenaline and all around feely goodness. The drums set the beat, the wailings of the guitar filled the air, setting everyone into a trance, and most of all, the vocals of lead singer Rivers Cuomo lulled the audience. Some of the girls screamed, "I LOVE YOU RIVERS!!" or, "KISS ME!!!!" etc. But, the two sisters, standing in absolute silence, turned to each other, before grinning.
"Ooo wee ooo, I look just like buddy holly," they crooned within the crowd, their voices lost within the volume of the music and band playing. But that didn't matter. They were at a Weezer concert. Turning to each other, "Oh oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore!" Looking forward, they didn't stop. "I don't care what they say about us anyway. I don't care about that. I don't care about that!" A second later, they faced each other once again, "Bam bang! Knocked on the door. Another big bang and you're down on the floor. Oh no, what do I do? Don't look now, but I lost my shoe. I can't run and I can't kick. Wussa matta babe? Are you feeling sick? Wussa matta wussa matta wussa matta you? Wussa matta babe? I'm feeling blue! oh-ohhhh." Slowly turning away on the last word, as if practiced at home more than a couple of times.
Air guitar.
"Ooo wee ooo, I look just like buddy holly, Oh oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore. I don't care what they say about us anyway. I don't care about that." Letting the beat take over their bodies, dancing. "I don't care about that. I don't care about that. I don't care about that!"
"Thank you," said the lead singer, looking down somewhat, sounding somewhat over-polite as usual. The audience screamed louder, as hearing the lead singer talk plainly as such was very much a rarity. Ana slung an arm around her younger sister, bending down to talk into her ear.
"Still mad?"
Oh yeah.
All right.
Somebody's heine is crowding my icebox.
Somebody's cold one is giving me chills.
Guess I'll just close my eyes.
Oh yeah.
All right.
Feels good.
Inside.
She turned to Ana, looking as if she was pondering it for a bit. She smiled, slinging an arm around her sister, "You're just lucky we made it in time for Buddy Holly." Then, as the guitar picked, up, the sisters turned their attention to the band before them. "SAY IT AIN'T SO-A-WHOAH-WHOA! YOUR DRUG IS A HEART BREAKER!!!"
An hour had to have gone by. But it didn't feel as long. Singing song after song that the girls knew by heart, their faces all a smile. Then suddenly, darkness enveloped them. The girl looked around, and so did her sister. Surely that couldn't have been the whole show, right? Suddenly, a spotlight hit the other side of the floor section. Who should happen to be under that spotlight, adorning an acoustic guitar, singing into the mic?
When you're on a holiday,
You can't find the words to say,
All the things that come to you..
And I wanna feel it too.
"Yvette, it's HIM!!" yelled Ana.
Yvette looked at her sister and grabbed her arm, "Let's go!" And so they did, followed by many other Weezer fans from their section, following the sounds of the lead singer's voice. Ana and Yvette had to dodge and move around the ones that stayed put, and had often been cut off from other fans that wanted to just be closer to the lead singer.
When you're on a golden sea
You don't need no memory
Just a place to call your own
As we drift into the zone
Finally arriving at their destination, they watched on, Rivers Cuomo, lead singer of Weezer, the voice in which both sisters had sung to on Cds and on the radio so many times, was close enough to touch. It was an amazing feeling for both of them. But... Something bothered Yvette. As she looked at the singer, she noticed something. Even though they were close to the audience, the lead singer had his eyes closed.
On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain
Singing along, idly, to the beautiful song, she couldn't help but think... Was this his way of distancing himself from his fans? The thought of a shy rocker seemed so absurd and wrong. But... Weezer wasn't a regular band, now were they? "We'll run away together. We'll spend some time forever. We'll never feel bad anymore." Now she, too, closed her eyes, and sang along. "On an island in the sun. We'll be playing and having fun. And it makes me feel so fine. I can't control my brain," She opened her eyes again, why did he look so nervous? It was as if he refused to open his eyes. To see the audience, to see people watching him, maybe?
We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel bad anymore
He did something unexpected, however, as he stopped strumming his guitar, holding the mic to the audience. A gesture for the fans to sing. Multiple voices sang out, "We'll never feel bad anymore. No, no. We'll never feel bad anymore. No, no. No, no. No, no." Then darkness enveloped them once more. Yvette couldn't see anything at this point, however, as a sharp pain developed on her foot. She let out a yelp of pain, and thrust her hand out, grabbing a hold of an arm. She gave a glare in the darkness, slightly limping on her crushed foot. This man, whoever he was, had stepped on her foot. Hard.
"You stepped on my foot!" she cried.
"What?! Let go! I can't!" the man yelled, clearly not hearing her through the noise.
"You--Ugh." She leaned over to his ear, talking directly on it, "You. Stepped. On. My. FOOT." She felt his body freezing a bit. She rolled her eyes, "I know it's dark... But ******** it hurts like HELL." Again, she felt his body froze a bit, and she felt his head turn as if to stare at her in disbelief. Suddenly, she felt his arm on hers, and his lips slightly grazed her ear. She didn't want to, but... She felt herself shiver a bit because of that.
"I'm sorry!" he apologized. She turned her head, she didn't know why, but, her heart started to beat rapidly. She took a deep breath, he was so close, his grip on her shoulder still strong. Thump. Thump. Thump. She shook her head, the scent of his cologne filling her brain. Slowly, she let go of his arm, and she soon felt him leave her. She kept staring off in the direction he left, the lights coming back, and a thunderous boom soon followed. She looked up at the sky, strips of paper, confetti, was falling down towards them. Yvette looked to see Ana trying to desperately grab them, as Yvette reached up, and took a hold of one. As she looked at it, the official Weezer =W= sign was printed on it. She smiled, however, she soon looked off in the distance, her heart just starting to slow down in beats. Just... Who was that?
Meanwhile, backstage, lead singer Rivers Cuomo walked into the dressing room where the rest of his band mates were just beginning to rest. He saw that his acoustic guitar made it back here before he did. Taking a bottle of water, he opened it, sitting down, releasing a deep sigh and taking a much deserved drink. Singing for more than an hour made him thirsty as hell.
"Hey, what took you so long?" asked Brian Bell, laying down on a couch, feet up.
Rivers turned to Brian, shrugging sheepishly. "Oh. Well. Some girl got a hold of me..."
"Ooh. Another one claiming a Rivers baby?" supplied drummer Pat Wilson.
Brian pointed a finger at Rivers, "Did she flash you? I told you that other girl on our last show, did."
Rivers looked slightly away, releasing a small laugh. "If she was, I probably blew it." After a few seconds of silence from the others, and after another sip of his water, he explained, "I, uh... Stepped on her foot. She... Didn't like it that much."
Scott Shriner couldn't help but laugh. "That's smooth, Rivers. Real smooth."
He shrugged, "What can I say? I apologized for it, though..."
"All right, guys, awesome show! We'll be here for an hour more, though, before we leave. Is that cool?" Karl Koch, web master and general media of Weezer, and best friend of course. He smiled, "Unless you want to get bats and beat off the girls, that is?"
Rivers smiled a bit, shaking his head, "We'll wait." He laid down on a sofa, the water gone already. He couldn't wait to get home from this tour. But, now his mind sort of wandered to that girl in the audience. Frankly, when he felt someone grab his shoulder, he had expected some rabid fan girl to grab a hold of him, press his head to her breasts and scream her love for him. That had become a normal occurrence, although he still wasn't all that sure why. If anyone, he'd expect that to happen to Brian. He was the pretty boy in the band. But... He definitely didn't expect what had indeed happened. He put an arm behind his head, staring at the ceiling. She probably had no idea who I was...
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 5:18 pm
Chapter One
"Sometimes I wanna pack it all up..."
Damn this place is huge... A now nineteen, soon to be twenty, year old Yvette said, wandering the campus grounds of the prestigious Ivy League school. Harvard University. She stopped for a moment, thinking over that train of thought. She was at… Harvard. Harvard University. In Cambridge, Massachusetts. Far, FAR away from the city of Angels back in California. She smiled, walking forward, in whatever direction she hoped was the right one. It was the month of June, almost July, in fact. It was the summer, and the weather was just… Perfect. LA was great, she guessed, but the weather was very unpredictable. It would be the summer… And it would rain. It was amazing it didn’t just SNOW one day. But the lack of snow was probably the only reliable thing about LA, now that she thought about it.
Ah, a building was up ahead. Surely this was dormitory. She looked at the slip of paper, then at the building. Her eyes searched and saw a man talking to someone, although the other man’s identity was concealed to her. A part of her felt nervous approaching people she didn’t know, but… Yvette was hoping to shed that part of her here. Walking toward the man, she cleared her throat, “Um… Excuse me. Am… I at the right building? I’m new here, so…”
The man turned to her, looking at the piece of paper and nodded with a smile, “Yeah, you’re at the right place…” His eyes traveled to her purse, and Yvette tilted her head a bit as he shook his head. The smile was soon gone, his face getting a stern expression. “This is the place. Excuse me.” He looked to his friend, who’s back was toward them, and they both walked off, leaving a very confused Yvette behind.
“….. Did I say something wrong?” Looking toward her purse, she wondered if she had something to be considered offensive? It was nothing but a Weezer sticker sewn. She shook her head, deciding to forget it and enter the building. A short, blonde girl was leaning just inside the door, absently smoothing the wrinkles on her shirt. At the sound of the door she lifted a bright green gaze to Yvette's face and smiled.
"Hey!”
She turned, hearing a voice reaching her, seeing the blonde girl. “Hm?”
“You wouldn't happen to be..." She paused to push her hair away from her face, then continued, "...um, Y...vette Santos, would you?" She gave a small laugh, almost sounding nervous.
She couldn't help but smile a bit as she attempted to say her first name. She nodded, "Yeah, that's me. Yvette. Heh. Don't worry, I've had people mispronounce it SO many times."
"Oh. Well that's...comforting,” giving a relieved sigh.
Then Yvette tilted her head, "Err... How do you know my name, by the way?" In a humorous tone, she added, "I'm not being stalked on my first day, am I?"
The girl laughed again, "Stalker? Me? Not yet." Her lips twitched into an amused grin. "I was told I was getting a new roommate, so here I am, the welcoming mat." The blonde offered her hand. "Marisa Renata."
She could help but chuckle. She immediately liked this girl, and she was very glad to hear that she would be Yvette's new room mate. Past worries that she would be stuck with a wicked wench of a room mate were vanished right there. She took her future roommate's hand, "Really nice to meet you. And thank God," if she had believed in the invisible man, "I thought I was gonna roam these halls completely clueless as to where my room is." She shrugged, "Just like I was in trying to find this damn building."
Marisa shook it with a warm grin, then let go. "Nah. We're one big happy family here! No one goes unchecked."
She thought that over for a moment. "No one? I... Don't know if that's a good thing or bad... But." She shrugged, "I'll try and be optimistic and think it a good thing. Even though, honestly, I'm not that big of an optimist."
Marisa’s gaze slowly traveled from Yvette's face and rested on her purse. "Uh oh. A Weezer fan, I presume?"
She blinked a bit, seeing that Marisa's eyes laid on the Weezer sticker on her purse. She released a small laugh, "My, my, however did you know? Aspiring detective?" She somewhat had an idea what was going to be asked next, but... She decided to play along until the question was asked.
Marisa tilted her head slightly, looking back up at Yvette's face. "You're not one of those psycho fans who forces their way into a program just 'cause Rivers is here, are you?" She laughed and blew her bangs out of her eyes. "But you don't seem like one. They're more all... 'Omigosh! BythewaywhereisRivers'dorm?!?' as soon as they arrive...and you haven't done that yet." She gave another good natured grin as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt.
At this, she gave out a laugh, "Oh, I KNEW you were going to go there!" Yvette smirked, "I joined this program because I wanted to. For myself. And really.... It would be my ONLY chance to say, 'Oh yeah. I went to Harvard, bitches.' And really... That's just about the coolest thing ever." She shrugged, "Considering my educational background, which, was NOT great..." She released a sigh, clutching her hands behind her back, "Yes, I am a Weezer fan. I love their music, I.. May own some b-sides and other rarities only available through the wonder that is the internet," then she looked at Marisa, and held a finger pointed at her, "But if anyone asks, I got those LEGALLY..."
Marisa smiled. "Ohh. Yeah, I have a band or two that compels me to cop their stuff off of the internet overseas...byebye money." She glanced at the floor for a moment, as if truly bidding her cash goodbye, then met Yvette's gaze again. "I hate school too. My parents decided to put me here." She shrugged and gave a lopsided smile. "Well, come on. Allow me to show you your lovely new home." She turned on her heel and made her way to the staircase.
"Ah.. I know how that feels. Along with Weezer... Well. I'm very much into anime and Japanese Dramas... Which leads to anime soundtracks... Japanese bands... And movies with Japanese actors and actresses from the dramas that I would watch and..." She released a heavy sigh, ".... Next thing I know a lot of money is spent. As if we're all on drugs...." .... Hm. That didn't exactly help with the not psychotic Weezer fan comment, did it? "Stuff like that are like crack, you know? You just gotta have it."
"You're a Japanophile, too?" Marisa inquired with a soft giggle, turning her head to peer at Yvette over her shoulder. "Yup, it's just like expensive crack...except more legal and all that."
She couldn't help but bow her head somewhat, almost apologetically, sort of not. "..You could say that."
"I'm a lover of Japanese music and art and all, no worries."
Yvette sort of nodded, glad that she wasn’t thought weird for liking a pop culture that wasn’t of her own ethnicity. Which… Was somewhat an issue back home. ….. Like a lot. However, she looked up at Marisa, as a comment her roommate had made just came back to her. "Wow, your parents sent you here? What's your major?"
Marisa pushed open the door to the second floor hall and held it open for Yvette. "I'm majoring in English and journalism."
She nodded her head, going through the door held open for her. She looked at Marisa, "Ah, English and journalism? Kick a**." Then, thinking that was probably inappropriate especially within the walls of Harvard University. "I mean. That's really great." But then, as she thought about it, "******** it, that's kick a**. How is it here? In Harvard, I mean? I always got the feeling it's endless work and all that..."
She started for the end of the hall, walking slowly enough so Yvette could keep pace beside her, laughing at her 'kickass' comment. "It's not as rough as one would think. There is the share of the stuck up nerd who are all serious about the stuff they do here, but we're mostly normal. There's a lot of work--at least in my classes. But it's not as awful as one would think, you know?”
Walking alongside her, she had to smile a bit, "You can never find people like that back in LA. All of them are just... Usually.... Well, loud. Obnoxious. And.. they all want to be rappers." She rolled her eyes, "Well. Most of them, anyway. Although that's really just my experience in high school... " She shrugged, "Although, community college did have some of those same kids there as well...." She sighed, "But... It doesn't seem like that here..."
"Never been off the east coast, but I think you get your fair share of wiggery people everywhere. Ah, here we are." Marisa stopped in front of a door and reached in her pocket for the key, then unlocked it and lead Yvette inside. "Home sweet home."
She smiled a bit, going inside the dorm room, some of her stuff had reached here before her it seemed. But, her eyes caught sight of the window, or rather, the view from the window. "Ah," She walked toward it, "Wow. Not to sound corny or anything, but... The view here. It's... Beautiful." She smiled a bit more, already she could see herself writing by the window, the view causing inspirations to her. She turned around to face Marisa, "I already love it here. Wish this program was longer, though."
She laughed, watching Yvette with a soft smile. "It really is a nice view. This is--arguably--the best dorm out there." She tilted her head, looking interested. "How long is your course?"
Yvette released a sigh, a somewhat frustrated sigh, "About... Eight weeks."
"Only eight weeks? Luuuuu~cky."
She shrugged, "I'm in the film program here. A workshop, really…”
She glanced at Yvette's face. "But you'd rather it be longer. Well, it's gotta be more fun than my classes."
She sighed, "I guess it should. Though... If it's only for eight weeks, I'd imagine a LOT of work has to be done in those eight weeks... And that gets me worried." She shrugged, "I'll just see how it goes." She released a small laugh, leaning against the wall, crossing her arms, "See. I wanna make them there purty motion pictures, ya see..." A redneck accent in her voice, before releasing a chuckle, while Marisa laughed at her impression. "Well. Script-writing is more my thing, but... I'm taking a film making course to better understand the process. You know. Get more involved in the movie project, and, if I do make a movie, and a member of the crew asks me a question about the scene, I won't just stare blankly and say, '......Uh. Sure. Go ahead.' You know?"
"Well, that sounds really neat. I wish you the best of luck!" She touched her hand to her forehead in a silly salute, taking on her own boonie accent. "Ah sure does wish Ah knews how they got them movin' pictures on mah tel-uh-vi-shun set."
She smiled at the mock salute, and laughed even more at to boonie accent. She was definitely going to like it here. "Thanks, I think I need all the luck I can get..." Moving to one of the two boxes that resided in the room, she started to unpack, looking at her purse, on the Weezer sticker, thinking back on the guy that gave her such a strange expression after he saw it. She looked at Marisa, "People... Are gonna think I'm a crazed Weezer fan stalking Rivers Cuomo, aren't they?"
Marisa kicked off her sneakers and sat on the bed, crossing her legs and watching Yvette. "Yeah. Unfortunately. Any and all Weezer fans here are frowned upon, mostly. They're just taken to be here for Rivers and Rivers only. Then again..." She grinned slightly. "A lot of people ARE here for Rivers only...though they don't last that long, since they're not up to par."
She grinned, "Hahaha, that's WONDERFUL." Getting up to fill her closet of the clothes she brought with her, she sighed, "That would explain that guy..." She turned around, going to another box, "I asked this guy if I was at the right building... He smiled, he was nice! Then he saw the sticker and he just changed like he was in some mood swing like he was a guy through menopause..." She thought for a moment, looking up at her, "... I wonder if guys can have menopause?" She shook her head, "Bah. I can't help what I like. And taking out that sticker is a bit impossible, anyway. That thing's stuck. Nothing I could do..." She shrugged, "I guess I'll just avoid him these eight weeks. Though. I'm sure that's easy to do. I don't exactly bump into celebrities left and right."
"Yeah. Out of the two years I've been here...I've seen Rivers maybe..." She looked up contemplatively, tugging at her lower lip. "Four times, maybe? And I don't have the nerve to talk to him. I'd make an idiot out of myself." Marisa laughed. "Which brings me to a question, did you ever see celebrities in LA?"
She shook her head, "Nah. Well." She crossed her arms, looking to see her stuff, which was not much, settled, "When I was into soap operas a LONG... LONG time ago, I'd go to those fan events. But that didn't really count since their destination is known and all you have to do is show up." She smiled a bit, "My sister on the other hand... See. She used to work at the Roxy? She saw her fair share of celebrities, I'd say."
"I used to love soap operas! Until Soap Net died..."
She arched her eyebrow, she didn't expect Marisa to be an ex-soap opera fan. She shook her head, "Actually.. When I told her that I was planning on coming here, her first question was 'Doesn't Rivers go to Harvard?' " She shook her head, "Even my own blood sees me as the stalker type, I guess."
She giggled and smiled. "I see. I'm sure every Weezer fan who contemplates coming here is asked that question. And probably most of their answers are, 'Duh, why else would I go?' But bah, siblings."
She rolled her eyes, however, at the mention of Harvard Weezer fans. "Jesus... Those are like the girls at the concerts that yells, 'I love you, Rivers!!!' or... 'I want to marry you!' or something stupid like that." She shrugged, "Don't get me wrong, when I go to a concert, I get excited and all that. But... My excitement involves me singing to the songs. Not proclaiming my love for a guy I don't KNOW."
Marisa smiled. "They have nothing to lose, right? They're just a bunch of horny teenagers...what can you do?”
Yvette smiled, tilting her head, "You're right about that...."
She shrugged. "But sometimes I wonder if said fans are in it for the guys, rather than the actual music."
"Unfortunately... I don't know if people are really listening to music for the music anymore." She smirked a bit, shrugging, "How else can you explain the popularity of bands, no... Groups like NSYNC or... Worse..." She rolled her eyes, "O-Town." She shook her head, "What kind of name is that, anyway? O-Town? What? Is it a town in the shape of an O?"
She laughed. "O-Town...I remember them. But notice that those kinds of...'bands' never last long. They become...***** terrorists or whatever. Only the good bands manage to keep it together."
Yvette let out a relieved sigh, “Thank GOD!” Before returning to sorting her stuff out. Already she was liking her somewhat new life here in Massachusetts.
Her first week went rather smoothly. Befriending three other students, she had quickly formed a “crew” within the class, working on each other’s scripts, switching positions, and working to make each of their projects the best they could be. There was Meiko Watanabe, a girl from Japan that was shy, but was hell bent on not being stepped over. Which, Yvette really admired, and had put the Japanese she had learned back in LA in the community college she went to in good use. Sean LeBowski, a chubby white boy from Pennsylvania who was so random and out there, and all around funny and witty as hell, that Yvette felt drawn to a friendship with him. Although sometimes she would question it… And last, but not least, there was Samuel Kim, an American born Korean. Although he had come to the nick name “Sam-Shik” after one of the main characters of Yvette’s favorite Korean drama, My Name is Kim Sam Soon. He was by far, the one most girls would look at, the pretty boy of the group. They were all somewhat similar, but their tastes in movies somewhat differ.
Meiko was deeply into comedy romance, the feel of Japanese influence was heavy in her film, which was very refreshing, Yvette thought. Sean was into gore, heavy into gore and suspense, which, at times made Yvette ponder his sanity, and yet when reading his scripts, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Sam-Shik was into action and fight scenes, which, while not a favorite of Yvette, still got her interested to see how Sam-Shik would play it out. All in all, she was happy with her Crew-family. As for Yvette’s taste… It was all about the music.
“That montage you did was really good,” Meiko said, in the classroom.
Yvette smiled a bit sheepishly, “Really? Thanks!” She cleared her throat, “Demo…. Maa… Hontou ni ii desu ka?” ( “But… Ah… Is it really that good?” )
“Hontou ni!” Meiko smiled, “Atashi daisuki da yo! Hontou ni sugoi yo…” ( “Really! I love it! It’s really cool…” )
Yvette smiled a bit and nodded, “Arigatou, Meiko-chan.” ( “Thanks, Meiko.” )
Meiko returned the smile, “Daijoubu!” ( “It’s all right!” )
“Oh s**t, they’re speaking Japanesy, again,” said Sean coming toward them, pointing at Yvette, “You’re not Japanese, damnit!”
She rolled her eyes, “And you’re not the pretty boy in the group, yet you act like you are.” Which caused Meiko to chuckle a bit.
“Hey. You know my voice is sexy.”
Yvette made a face, “… if your voice is sexy… No. No, it just isn’t.” She looked at the door, “Ah, Sam-Shik!”
He looked up and waved a hand in the air, carrying a letter in his hand. As he walked toward them, he had a grin on his face, “Another adoring fan of mine.”
Yvette rolled her eyes, then looking at Sean added, “Now see. Him? He has a sexy voice.”
Sam-Shik looked up, reading the letter, “…Hm?”
Meiko looked up, “Ah. Sensei koko da.”
Sean looked up, confused as hell, looking at them as if they were mad. Yvette sighed, “The teacher’s here.”
He rolled his eyes, “********, I know that, he’s here, isn’t he?”
“Then sitting down would be a good idea, wouldn’t it?” the teacher said, causing a startled Sean to fall on his chair, which caused the group to turn away and have a chuckle. “Good. Now, about our next project…”
Yvette leaned over to Sean, “That was REAL smooth. You’ll get the p***y NOW…” <******** you.”
“Somehow I sense ******** just isn’t in your future…”
“I know that most of you have gotten used to using music already produced, and is widely available to you,” the teacher began, “But, that ends here.”
Yvette looked up, “…what?”
“Now that we’re getting into the biggest project this term,” he continued, “The 2-hour maximum movie. In color. And for that… I want you all to use original music.” He held his hands up to silence the objection the rest of the students have, “Come on, come on. If you want to make films, you have to overcome more obstacles than this. Not everything is going to be easy, you know. If you can get over this obstacle, you can do anything. Oh, and Yvette?”
“…Yes, sir?” She had taken a liking to using Sir a lot.
“About your script, I made some suggestions and I’d like you to type it over again. Get it ready by tomorrow.” Yvette opened her mouth to protest, but couldn’t find the words, as she blankly stared at the script given back to her, practically covered in red ink. “I’d suggest scouting for local bands in the area… And I don’t want to see two people using the same band. Good luck to you all.”
Sam-shik looked at them all, “… Original music?”
Meiko bit her lower lip, “How are we going to do that?”
Sean sighed, “Most of the bands I’ve seen are punk. Not good punk, either. Who the ******** wants to hear some punk-a** music while someone’s getting cut slowly and painfully that the screams are just--”
“Gah, shut up,” Yvette cut him off. She thought for a moment, then turned to them, “I got an idea. Tomorrow. In the middle of campus, in the afternoon. Here’s what we’re gonna do….”
During that afternoon, the five students, four of them including Yvette and her fellow crew members were divided into different sections of the Harvard campus, giving out flyers and multiple sections of the script, and the fifth member of this was Marisa, who Yvette had pleaded to help her doing this. So far, it went well. There were no definite plans being made, music-wise, but... At least she didn't see anyone throw the flyers in the trash afterward. She turned to Marisa and smiled, "Thanks for helping me out...."
Marisa stuck out her tongue but smiled good-naturedly. "You're lucky I like you, 'cause this is boring as hell."
She smiled, letting out a cough, "Well, if you didn't party all night last night...." She winked, obviously teasing. Although she wished she had joined in, but, upon request of her instructor, she needed to re-write the script she was pushing for a musician of SOME kind to work with the crew for a soundtrack of this damn movie. As she turned her back toward Marisa's direction, she went toward random people that came across their way the very practiced speech.
She yawned as she shoved a flyer at some random person's chest. "I could be taking a nap right now..."
An older, however short in stature, man came walking closer to the two girls. His hands tucked into his pockets, he didn't really noticed them, until one of them had shoved a flyer at his chest, which made him stop in his tracks and grab the flyer before it fell to the ground. He arched an eyebrow and gave a curious look between his black framed glasses, looking at Marisa. "... Uh. This is...?" He asked, his voice somewhat taken a back at this.
Marisa, who had been examining an hangnail, glanced back up again. "It's something about musicians starring in an--oh." She stared up at man, shocked realization tightening in her stomach. She shook her head, cleared her throat, hoped her face wasn't TOO red, and continued. "Starring in a student film," she managed without stuttering horribly.
He blinked a bit, seeing how her attitude changed so silently. But, as he thought of the reason, his expression changed as well. He looked down, reading the flyer. Music for a soundtrack for a student film? He released a sigh, lifting a hand to travel through his hair. There was a script attached, he saw. But... Seeing this reaction really sent him in an uneasy situation, for him, at least. "Oh. Starring in a student film. Your film?" He wasn't quite sure why he asked, but, maybe what he was feeling was a misunderstanding of some sort. Maybe she wasn't just some crazed Weezer fan that will soon pounce him in the middle of campus.
Marisa shook her head, allowing her hair to curtain her face. "No. I'm just helping out a friend." She lifted her face and gestured to Yvette. "Her and the rest of them. It's their film." She laughed quietly. "I'm sure you're just the musician they're looking for, too."
He looked toward the other girl, only her back being shown. Well, so far it seemed okay. He turned his head to see other students handing out the same flyers. He looked back at the girl in front of him, nodding somewhat. Well, it was definitely clear that the girl knew him, and of his band. He was still undecided on whether this was a good thing or not, however. On her last comment, his eyes sort of shifted somewhat. They were fans, that was for sure now. But, maybe they weren't those girls that came to Harvard just in hopes to see him. He definitely didn't need that. He offered a small smile, "Um... Introduce me?"
"Introduce you? 'kay." Marisa smiled--surprise, surprise, the famous Rivers seemed just as ordinary and everyday as an...ordinary and everyday person! She turned and tugged on Yvette's shirt. "Oh Yvette~"
Rivers smiled a bit, at least she seemed to have calmed down a bit. He sort of followed her toward the girl, Yvette, who seemed to have a more upbeat tone to her voice, as she basically said the same thing over and over.” Are you a musician or know of a musician that would like to participate in a student film? If so, please take this flyer and a sample of script, thank you." He shook his head a bit, but... He had noticed her voice sounded oddly... Familiar.
Yvette felt her shirt being tugged, hearing Marisa's voice, oddly upbeat. She looked over her shoulder, "Yeesss?" And as her eyes traveled toward the man beside Marisa, she blinked. That.... He.... Looked.... Very familiar. Too familiar. In fact.... ".... Oh s**t." Wait, wait. Did she just...? ".... Oh s**t." .... Damn it!
… That was when it clicked for him. Now he knew why her voice sounded familiar.
“Jesus, just started screaming and jumping on you in the middle of class?”
“…. Yeah. Jesus… I thought I’d get away from that crap when I came back here,” said Rivers.
“Jesus, man. You get all the ladies.”
“Tch… Just not the ladies I want. I get groupies that just want the lead singer of Weezer. Never for me. I swear, the next girl I see wearing anything with the band’s name--” Too late. He turned around sharply, causing some confusion with his friend, hearing the girl approaching them speak.
“Um… Excuse me. Am… I at the right building? I’m new here, so…” Just go away, he thought.
“Yeah, you’re at the right place…” Rivers heard his friend say. Just go away. Don’t see me. I don’t want this. He said mentally to her. Just send her away. “This is the place. Excuse me.”
Rivers felt a hand on his back, that of his friend, and together they walked away from the girl. He looked over his shoulder and saw she went inside the building, and that was when he let out a breath of relief. “… Thanks.”
Marisa smiled very sweetly and gestured to Rivers. "Rivers, meet Yvette. Yvette, Rivers!" She looked thoroughly pleased with her little surprise for Yvette, and the expression on Yvette's face told her it was definitely worth it. This, snapping Rivers out of his memories. He no longer had a smile, his body was tense, and he took in a deep breath.
This was a mistake.
Yvette looked at Marisa, somewhat smirking, but slightly glaring. She was enjoying this a bit TOO much, in her opinion. ".... I see." She fully turned around, crossing her arms. She tried to get a hold of the situation. Okay. Rivers Cuomo of Weezer is in front of her. Flyer in hand. Which.... She looked at Marisa, ".... He's interested for the student film?"
“Was interested,” he answered.
She blinked, looking to the lead singer, the look he gave her made her take a step back. "....what?"
He let out a frustrated sigh, crumbling the flyer. "I was interested. But... It's obvious where your priorities lay. I didn't come to Harvard to be harassed by.... Groupies." The way he said that last word was so full of disgust, he was somewhat surprised himself. But, he meant it. He was tired of these girls. He looked at Yvette, "What? You were standing out here, doing this and involving other people, just waiting for a glimpse of the ********' Rivers Cuomo of Weezer? Don't you feel guilty about the students here that are here to seriously learn and not follow around someone they haven't even met before?" He shook his head, "You won't last long."
Yvette’s jaw tightened. “Like this is something you’ll be good at? You think you’ll actually get through this? Come on, Yvette… You won’t last long.” Marisa blinked, then frowned. "Hey, hey. If the bunch of us wanted to sit out here and meet you, wouldn't we hold up signs going 'RIVERS LET ME BARE YOUR CHILDREN!' and all that? Come on. It's a STUDENT PROJECT. Read the flyer. Gosh." She crossed her arms. "Stop being so mean."
Rivers rolled his eyes. "The film program, right? So you didn't have to work that hard to get in here." He shook his head, he should have known. How many times has this happened? He had thought Harvard would serve as a sanctuary from stuff like this. He was just a guy, a regular guy, yet he got hounded by girls that thought of him as this Rock Star God or something. He was about to leave when he heard her speak.
"Didn't work hard?"
Rivers turned to look at her, somewhat surprised at the angry expression on her face. ...Wow.
By this time, the rest of her crew had went closer to where Yvette was, but feeling the tenseness in the air, they decided to stay back for a moment. Yvette didn’t even noticed they were there.
"You're saying I just came here, got in this program, just like that? No problem at all?" She took a deep breath, walking closer to him. "You think it was that easy for me?" She shook her head, "Just as I don't know anything about you, you know NOTHING about me." She took a step back, taking a deep breath. "Let me clue you in on a few things. When I was in high school? I didn't graduate. I ******** up in high school, in fact. So I spent an extra year making up credits to get my damn diploma, which, guess what? Wasn't easy." She rolled her eyes, "But I managed to do it... My parents were amazed I did it within a year."
She smiled a bit bitterly, "They were expecting that I'd fail so many times that it'd take me FIVE years to get that diploma. Isn't that lovely?" She let out a small laugh, "I wanted to make films for a long while... But I always kept it from my family, even my sister who I was just SO close to... Afraid of what they might say." She shrugged, "They weren't exactly up for creative careers. Hell. They doubt I'd actually I'd actually get a career!"
She shook her head, "Then I found out about the program, I wanted to do it. So... So much." She pressed her lips together, "So. I had to tell them. And BOY, did they like it. 'You'll just waste money!' they said, 'Harvard? You didn't graduate high school the first time, you think you'll be good at Harvard?' my mother said. 'You won't last long there. Making movies? That's just stupid!' she said again. It didn't matter how hard I worked to save enough money on jobs, and considering it's in MASSACHUSETTS. Oh. No... Not with my family that wouldn't go to a place that's twenty miles away, oh no! That's just too far."
She laughed suddenly, looking up for a moment. "But you know what was really ******** up? The fact.... That..." Her voice started cracking a bit, "That.... The only faith... They had in me? Of my future... Was to get a 9 to 5 job...." She shook her head once again, "They just.... They just didn't believe I'd accomplish anything.... That my dreams and aspirations are just... Worthless. That's the worst." She looked up at him, a bitter smile on her face, "So. You know. It wasn't easy to get here. But I did it. And it wasn't all about you, Rivers ********' Cuomo. And if you still think that?" She took a deep breath, "You can go ******** yourself. Marisa, let's go." She pushed passed him, not caring about the music for the film right now.
The other students stared on in astonishment at Yvette's outburst. Marisa's eyes were a little wide herself--she had never heard of the extent of Yvette's troubled high school days. Nevertheless, she made a nasty face in River's direction. "p***k," she snapped before following after her roommate.
He felt…. Frozen. Throughout the whole thing he felt… Frozen. His eyes were distant. He felt more people walking toward him, their feelings of anger.
“She works really hard everyday. And always has a great result of that hard work. Egotistical b*****d,” said Meiko.
“I don’t like Weezer. Hate them, in fact. So I never understood why she liked you guys so much. But ********, you’re a real b***h. I really hope she wises up,” said Sean.
“This is her dream. She doesn’t only work hard for herself, but she helps anyone to achieve that same dream she aspires. So you’re wrong. She will last. I can’t say the same for you,” said Sam-Shik.
He could feel them leave his sight then. His jaw was tight, and he could feel a tightness in his throat. Her words kept ringing in his head, or mostly… The anger in her words. It was clear he was wrong… Horribly wrong. His hand was clutching something, and he slowly looked down, seeing a sample of a script. Her script. Taking a deep, shaky breath, he held it in front of him, his eyes looking over the sample of work. He felt his body relax a bit, taking in the words, absorbing them. But most importantly… As he read… Guitar came to his head… He could see the scene perfectly in his mind, and along with that… He heard it.
His music.
His eyes faltered to the ground, then closing. I’m such an idiot.
Yvette didn't say anything on the walk to the dorm room. Her mind was in a somewhat frenzy, and along the way, she kept picking at the Weezer sticker on her purse, in a desperate attempt to take it off. But, it came to no avail. That thing was stuck, she got so frustrated with it that when she HAD reached the dorm room, she took it off and just threw it on her bed. Taking deep breaths, she just sat down on her bed, "That.... a*****e!" was all she could manage at the moment.
Marisa stood against the wall, nodding. "Yeah. He was." She gave an agitated shrug and reversed the direction of her head, shaking it now. "I guess it never fails. All famous people turn out to be self-centered assholes in the end."
She gave a bitter laugh, "Tch, yeah." Then, looking back at the incident, she looked down, "Damn it..." She looked at Marisa, ".... I... I totally blew up, didn't I? I mean..." Biting the inside of her cheek, "...Jesus. I just basically told the whole campus about my family and that I was a high school drop out. ... ********, how embarrassing..."
She gave her a reassuring smile, waving her hand. "Hey, I wouldn't worry about it." Putting her hands on hips, she continued, "I'll bet everyone will forget about it tomorrow. Even if they don't...I mean, what will they do? It's not like it's anything worth spreading rumors and crap about."
She laid down on her bed, turning her head toward Marisa. She did have a point.... She sighed, pushing down her purse, not caring about the contents in the purse. She just couldn't see anything with Weezer on it. "... Guess you're right. Still a bit embarrassing, though."
Marisa paused for a moment, then grinned. "That was pretty cool, though. You totally gave Rivers the verbal bitchslap."
Yvette couldn't help but laugh, "Haha! Jesus... " Putting an arm across her eyes, head towards the ceiling, "You know what was weird? I don't even know why I did that..." Uncovering her eyes, she faced her, "I mean... I'm used to hearing stuff like that from my parents and all... Mostly Mom, but..... I don't know. When he said it.... Gah! I don't know. Just.... Something snapped." She shook her head, "It just... Got to me. God, that had to be the first time I talked about that kind of stuff. In public, too."
"But it was still awesome." Marisa took a seat on her own bed, covers still unmade, and hugged her knees to her chest. "I mean, if he's worth the cost of concert tickets, it should make him think a little bit. Snap him out of his 'Ohh no, I'm rich and famous and now no one leaves me alone, my life sucks!' mindset thing he's got going."
She smiled a bit, feeling much better than she did a few minutes ago. "That is true. He deserved it, that's for sure." She shook her head, "God... I can't believe I was a fan to someone like that. It makes you think, doesn't it? Who knew that he was such an a**." For a few minutes, she just shook her head, re-evaluating herself as a Weezer fan. Just as she did that, she heard a knock on the door. She tilted her head, "... I wonder who that could be?" Getting up from the bed, she went towards the door, opening it, and immediately not liking what, or rather who she saw.
Rivers stood before her, bowing his head a bit, “… I--”
Biting the inside of her cheek, "Stalker." And shut the door. Looking at Marisa, "Guess who?" Hearing another knock, she rolled her eyes, "Can you take care of it?"
Marisa blinked at her. "...Rivers came? How the--how does he even KNOW where our dorm is?"
All Yvette could manage was a shrug, "I don't know. Maybe he asked around, I don't know, just get him away from here.” Sitting down on the bed, she looked away, refusing to look in the direction of the door.
Shaking her head, she got up and opened the door. "What do you want now, Sir Stick-up-a**-a-lot?"
Rivers shifted his feet a bit, holding a hand behind his back. He cleared his throat, "...I.... Uh." He tried to look past Marisa, and it was obvious how much he was hated at the moment. Not that he blamed them, but.... Now he felt so guilty. ".... I want to see Yvette. I.... Want to apologize." Looking past Marisa again, to the furious girl on the bed. "... I didn't know. I mean... I shouldn't have said what I said.... And...." He took out what he was holding behind his back, which turned out to be flowers. ".... I'm sorry." Her eyes were hard, unforgiving. .... However, when she heard him talk.... Against her best judgment, she found her expression softening. She didn't want it to, but... It did.
Marisa blinked, staring at the bouquet in his hand. "You got her...flowers?" She glanced at Yvette. "He got you flowers. You want them?"
Her head turned sharply. "What? Flowers?" She shifted a bit, no one ever got her flowers before. Even if they were from someone that was, in her book, a grade A a*****e....
Marisa turned back to Rivers. "Wait, why don't -I- get flowers!? You were mean to me too! Go away!" She slammed the door in his face and gave Yvette a cheerful smile. "Problem solved."
Yvette couldn’t help but smile, "Ah," she cried out somewhat. She had to laugh a bit, standing up. "Hold on... Gah. Maybe I'm a bit too nice for my own good, but... Let's hear what he has to say, I guess..." She went to the door and opened and.. Found Rivers dividing the bouquet of flowers into two, as he saw the door opened, his body straightened and offered the now two bouquet of flowers to the two girls. Yvette took a deep breath, then shook her head, "No. You're doing it wrong."
Rivers arched a brow, looking at the flowers, obviously confused. .... But he was somewhat glad she was talking to him, at least. ".... What do you mean?"
Yvette looked at Marisa, with a slight smirk, hidden by Rivers, then turned back to him. "Don't you know? When a man gives flowers to a woman, maybe two, for forgiveness over something.... STUPID he did or say.... He has to be on his knees."
Marisa, who had been smiling in bright amusement over Rivers splitting up the bouquet, caught Yvette's expression and returned the smirk, turning back to Rivers. "Yeah. With your hands all clasped together and your eyes cast downward in respect."
Rivers looked at the both of them, then looked around the hallway he was in. There was plenty of people around. ".... Here?"
Yvette shrugged, "What's wrong? If you don't do it, then we won't believe you're really sorry. I mean.. You were really an a**." Looking to Marisa, she added, "Right?"
Rivers looked around nervously, "But... There's people here...."
Yvette rolled her eyes, "Forget it, then. You're obviously not sorry for what you did." Just as she was about to shut the door...
"Wait!" Rivers called out, causing Yvette to look at him, eyebrow arched. Rivers paused for a moment, somewhat making a face, looking around, then giving a frustrated sigh, he went down on his knees, eyes down, and raised the flowers above his head. "... I'm sorry!"
Yvette smirked brightly, looking at Marisa, then tried her best to not laugh and rid the smirk as she took the flowers. Roses, even. ".... That will do, I guess...."
Marisa sniffed the roses briefly and nodded. "Yup! Just like a gentleman should." She gave Yvette a thoroughly amused look, then turned back to Rivers and patted his head. "Good boy! There's hope for you yet."
Rivers looked up, his eyes shifting a bit, ".... Great." He stood up, dusting off his pants, then looking at them. "... Am I forgiven?" Yvette looked at him, somewhat admiring the flowers. She shrugged.
"...Maybe."
He hid a small smile, looking down. "Maybe...." Putting his hands into his pockets, he cleared his throat. ".... I read.... Some of your script..."
Yvette looked up, "...what?"
He looked at her, "...Maybe.... If you're still looking for someone to do the music for it... It's a really great script, I have to say. And.... Maybe... I could...."
Yvette shifted a bit, thinking about it. "...... You do owe me."
Rivers looked up, nodding some, ".... Yeah, I do. I'm really--"
"Fine. You're in."
Rivers smiled, nodding, "Great... Thanks. You won't regret it. Really." He nodded to Marisa, then back at Yvette, "Thank you." Yvette gave a small shrug and went back into her room. Rivers nodded somewhat, then waved, "I'll... See you around, I guess. Bye." Then, as he turned on his heel, he left.
Yvette went over this in her mind for a while, then stared at the roses in her hands. "..... What just happened?"
"...well. Rivers came and knocked on the door, and you were like 'Go away!', and then I was like 'GO AWAY!' and he was like all persistent, so we answered the door to him, made him get on his knees and gives us both flowers, and now he's in your film." Marisa grinned and nodded a bit.
She laughed. "After I verbally bitchslapped him, you forgot that part." She smirked, then as her lap top was in view, she grinned, "I have to email my sister...." Her grin growing a bit more, "She'll HATE me. " Then turning back to Marisa, she smiled widely,” I can't wait to tell her."
Marisa gave her two thumbs up. "Wonder if she'll believe you?"
She shrugged, starting to type the email, "Doubtful. I'm not all quite sure I believe it myself..." She paused and looked at the flowers and smiled, "... I never got flowers before. He's my first."
She gave a very wide grin. "Your FIRST, huh?"
She looked at her, "Yep, my first." Then, after a moment, ".....what?"
Marisa's face became all innocence. "Nothing at all..."
She eyed her suspiciously, "..... Uh-huh...."
Marisa waved her hand. "Have fun with your email. I gotta go to class." With a parting grin, she slung her books over her shoulder and headed for the door.
Yvette shook her head, going back to her lap top, typing.
Ana, guess who I met today…
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 8:56 pm
Omg. That's long.
But it totaly worth it!
WOA.
I now love you forever. xD
It's so good I'm almost jealous. emo
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 5:45 pm
[mew] Omg. That's long.
But it totaly worth it!
WOA.
I now love you forever. xD
It's so good I'm almost jealous. emo Aww! Thanks =D I edited because for some reason my posts were all ******** with those ? icons...err. But thanks! I should be getting to working on the third installment...soooon. >.>;;
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:42 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 3:21 pm
That absolutely made my day. xd
Your story is a-fecking-mazing.
Love. heart
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 10:28 pm
Note: Thanks for you comments =D I love receiving them, I'm such a comments whore, and it makes me feel my story isn't so lame XD So here's the third installment~ I actually had to cut this shorter than I planned...but it's still lengthy XD Ah well, I hope it's worth it? Chapter Two
“In a perfect situation…”
"Okay... Script... Ready..." Yvette muttered to herself. Sam-shik was in the dorm room, shaking his head and leaning against the wall. Yvette noticed this and looked at him, "What?"
Sam-shik frowned, looking at her, "Why are you doing this? He was an a**. He was terrible to you, and you're just going to let him walk all over you?"
Yvette rolled her eyes, "We need the music. I need the music,” she gave him a shrug, “He offered, I accepted. There is no walking over anyone in this." She looked at Marisa who was in the room, and her looking somewhat unsure of what she said, Yvette added, "....right?"
Marisa tilted her head at Sam-shik. "How do you see it as 'walking all over' her? It's more he's the one getting taken advantage of." She grinned slightly. "Or rather, his music talent. Yvette's coming out the winner here, not him."
Sam-Shik looked at Marisa, "But... Acting as if what he did wasn't that bad," shaking his head, "He dishonored you," turning to Yvette. "Pride is everything and--"
Yvette shook her head, a smile on her face as she went toward him and patted him on the shoulder, "You Koreans and your pride!" she said in a teasing tone. She released a small smile, "Look.... He apologized, brought flowers, that... should be enough. For now. The music will be great... The movie will be great.... We're using him, really."
Sam-Shik eyed her for a bit, then released a small sigh. ".... Fine. Just... Be careful, all right?"
Yvette arched her eyebrow a bit, but then just shook her head, "I'll see you guys later, bye."
Marisa gave Yvette a parting wave, then glanced back at Sam-shik.
Sam-shik nodded, seeing her leave, and just released a sigh, ".... I'm just worried, that's all."
"Worried...? What for?" She crossed her arms over her stomach, looking up at him. "I mean, yeah, he was a total a*****e and embarrassed her and all that, but what else can he do? Pull out last minute? Yvette wouldn't let him do that." She gave him a good-natured smile. "You're worrying over nothing, I think."
Looking at Marisa, he thought over what she said, then took a deep breath, turning to look out at the window, "Maybe... I just... Don't fully trust him." He gave a slight hint of a smile, "She's like a sister, you know? I can't let just anybody get close to her." He turned to look at her, "But I'll trust your judgment. You two are best friends. So..." He nodded, "I'll trust your judgment."
She nodded. "I know how that is, Sam-shikky," she said with a smile. "I have a brother. So I understand where you're coming from." Marisa studied his handsome profile for a moment, then nodded again.
He nodded at her, then paused for a moment, arching an eyebrow, "...Sam-shikky?" He looked down for a moment, trying his very best to hide a smile. That was... Cute. But... Somewhat afraid for the name to stick, especially if it were to pop up in front of Sean, he tried to hide the fact that it seemed... Well, cute. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his seriousness.
"What? Don't like it?" Marisa giggled at the almost bewildered expression on his face. "Sorry, couldn't help it. You looked too serious there...and there's nothing to be so horribly serious about right now."
He looked at her, his lips twitching somewhat, wanting to smile, but.... Something sort of stopping him. He shook his head, "I like it... But...." He smirked a bit, getting closer to her and holding up a finger, "You call me that in private." He sort of smiled, putting his hands in his pockets, "I like it, but I don't want just anyone to call me that."
Marisa raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling herself blush a bit as her mind wandered instantly to the gutter. She shook her head slightly. Idiot...he just means when no one else is around! She mentally laughed at herself, but he WAS an attractive Asian man. She couldn't be held accountable for thinking such things. It was to be expected. Looking up, she returned the smirk. "Okay. I'll be sure no one else hears of your new nick name."
As if he could tell what she was thinking, he looked away and released a small laugh, placing his hands in his pockets, turning to her and nodding, "That's good." He smiled and leaned against the wall, "Sean would... Have a field day with that nickname. He already makes fun of me with the attention I get from the girls around here." He sighed, somewhat overdramatic, "It's hard being the pretty boy.."
That made Marisa laugh. "Oh yes. Poor Sam-shikky. It's just sooo hard--" she placed her hand over her forehead dramatically "--being so unbearably hot that girls just hang off of you left and right, offering you hours of lap dances and sex. I would never want to be you."
He had to turn away, placing a hand over his mouth, and chuckle silently to himself. She was funny, very funny in fact. Turning to give her a glance at her last comment, he somewhat rolled her eyes, "Those girls just want one thing from me. It's not really a good thing..." He shook his head, "It's not as great as you think." He went into his bag, taking out five letters, "These girls? They want to date my face, not me."
Marisa blinked and went over to him to see the papers. "What do you mean, just your face? Do they say it flat out on there? How do you know?"
He shrugged, "They never try to get to know me, the real me." He released a small sigh, looking at the letters and putting them back in his bag. "Whenever I try to talk about myself they have this uninterested look in their eyes." He looked at her, "I just know. I'm the pretty boy, remember?"
She met his gaze and smiled gently. "You're a pretty boy alright, Sam-shik," she said, "but you're also so much more than that. It's their own faults that they don't want to find that out. Their loss."
He looked at her, somewhat surprised to hear that. A gentle smile reached his lips, and his eyes turned to the window, as he released a soft laugh. "It's the first time I told someone like that. That it bothered me." He turned to look at her, tilting his head, "So. How's your experience?" He smiled, "Beating guys off with a stick?"
She snorted out a laugh and waved her hand. "Oh, no. Guys don't like girls like me. I'm blonde, but I'm not skinny or tan or look good in a bathing suit. I'm pretty annoying, too." She smiled a bit. "So I don't have that sort of problem."
He tilted his head, then standing up and raising a cupped hand to his chin, walking around her, as if studying her. He soon crossed his arms, looking at her for a moment, before smiling. "The guys here must be insane, then." He smiled a bit more, "You're not annoying, you're funny, and fun to be with." He nodded, "Unique, too. Easy to talk to." He shrugged, "Otherwise... I wouldn't feel so comfortable as I do."
She laughed at being "inspected" by him and gave him a good-natured grin. "Thanks. But...a lot of guys here are jerks anyway who are just in it for the sex. I suppose I'm better off without them." She looked up and studied his face. "I'm glad you're comfortable around me, Sam-shik. Really..." She smiled.
"Mm... Some of the girls here are like that, too."
"Whores, the lot of them,” giving another laugh.
Glancing at her, he gave a smile and nodded. He turned to look out of the window again, remaining silent for a moment. He really did feel comfortable. Maybe the silence was proof of that? He wasn't quite sure, but.... It was nice.
She was quite content with the companionable silence. With almost any other person it would be uncomfortable, but with Sam-shik, it was...perfect. Comforting.
After a moment, he turned around to look at her, "You want to get something to eat?"
She looked up to meet his gaze and smiled, "Food? I'm there."
Grabbing his bag, he nodded, then scratched his head a bit. "... Ah... Where would you want to go?"
"Where to go...um...we could wander until we found a place that jumps out at us, I guess." She smiled.
He nodded, opening the door for her, "Sounds like a good idea."
"Anywhere but McDonald's...I saw that Supersize me thing and got scared."
He released a laugh, "Aah... That movie..." He shrugged, "Hm... I thought they blew that out of proportion. Sure, I mean, with junk food, it is dangerous, but... Only if you're dependent on it and eat nothing else.... But then even milk can be harmful if you drink nothing but milk..."
She paused and looked at him. "...it can? Well, damn." She laughed. "I drink a lot of milk..."
He nodded, "If you drink nothing but milk... I think you should be fine."
She began to walk again. "But what sort of restaurant would you like to go to? Fast food? Slow food? Takeout?"
Walking along side her, placing his hands into his pockets, he looked at her, "Slow food sounds good." He smiled a bit, "I'd like to get to know you better."
Marisa gave him a warm smile, feeling a blush creep up on her cheeks. Ah, damn her easy embarrassment at little things. "I'd like to get to know you more too, Sam-shik," she managed, smile becoming a bit shy. Damnit, damnit. "So how about a place like Ruby Tuesday's?"
He couldn't help but smile a bit, but then noticed something on her face. He stopped in front of her, holding a hand up, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek, then showing a stray eyelash on his thumb. Hers. Smiling a bit, he blew it, then turned around, "Mm, sounds good." Somewhat smirking a bit, turning to see her reaction.
She sighed softly at his touch, almost shakily, and hugged herself, looking up at him. But seeing how he was still on the subject of where to go, she figured he meant nothing by it--but still felt a slight pang of sadness. She shook her head, then nodded. "Then away we go."
Meanwhile…
In a few minutes she had to be in the same room with Rivers, going over any music he came up with, and see if they fit the scene, where they fit the scene… And yet, all the parts of the movie were cast aside from the main character… Which Yvette and her crew were going to hold auditions for. She sighed a bit, she knew she was going to be picky for this role… The guy will have to have the look, the attitude, sing and if not at least know how to lip-sync. … Well. Considering this was Rivers’ music… Then most likely lip-syncing was the way to go. She frowned a bit, a part of her still couldn’t believe this was happening. A part of her still hasn’t quite got over the harsh things he said… But, she was determined to get through this and make the best movie she could make. That is the reason she was here in the first place…
She felt herself collide with another body, a male body. Both materials held in both of their hands fell to the ground. In unison, they knelt down, gathering their materials as quickly as possible.
“I’m sorry,” they said. “I wasn’t looking where I was going and--” They both released a small laugh, still looking down.
“Hm… I guess we’re both at fault here,” he said.
She smiled, “Yeah, I…” she looked up, to meet.. The most incredible brown eyes hidden behind black framed glasses. “… Guess…so?”
He tilted his head, his eyes shifting a bit, “Was… that a question?”
She opened her mouth, but unsure of what she was going to say, “..I…. Don’t…. Know?” She shook her head, hearing him release a small laugh. “Jesus… Um…” She stood up, bowing her head a bit, “I’m sorry. I’m just… Making a huge… Huge dork of myself.”
He smiled, shaking his head, “No, no.” He crossed his arms, tilting his head, “It’s very common that after such a traumatic accident that… People… Act dorkish.” He smiled a bit more, looking at the script she had in her hands, pointing at it, “Oh, you’re auditioning, too?”
She blinked, looking down, realizing, “Oh… Well… You could say that…”
“Isn’t the script great?”
She smiled, “You… think so?”
He nodded, “Oh, definitely. I mean.. I love music, but I never really thought of the music industry being this… This…. What’s the word…”
“…Manipulative?”
“Yes!” He released a small laugh, “Definitely. And the performance scenes, gah….” He shook his head, “I mean, I have no idea whose doing the music, but… And the main character… I mean, here you have a guy, who just oozes musical genius, and has so much potential to be the best…”
“Which he definitely aspires to be…”
“Yes! But then he’s faced with so much temptation, especially with that girl. Melody. Temptation of sex, greed, and the lifestyle… Then he’s not only fighting against that, fighting against the company that promised him so many great things--”
“That are really just molding him into what they WANT him to be…”
“Yes, yes! But other than that, he fights himself. I mean, after all that manipulation, he looses his true self. I mean… When reading it… I thought he’d fail at it, and there’d be another bitter ending for the movie… But to see him overcome that…. That was just amazing.” He took a moment and shook his head, then looked back at her, “Sorry, I… Get carried away sometimes. I’m Kris Turner, I’m…trying to shoot for the main character…. What part are you shooting for?”
She smiled a bit, “…. Film maker.”
He was silent for a moment, “Wh-What? Wait, what‘s your name…?”
She released a small laugh, holding up the script and pointing at her name written on the cover page. A. Yvette Santos. “I wrote this.” She watched him tilt his head, looking at the name on the script, then to her, repeating the process until he took a step back, somewhat staggered.
“You’re joking.” She smiled and shook her head. He smiled a bit, pointing a finger at her, “So… I just… Gushed about a script that you made? Made my dorkiness known… And…. You didn’t stop me…”
She looked down a bit, smiling widely, “…. It was cute?” She laughed, “And, I like hearing my script made that much of an impact on someone. It gives me some confidence in my work. So… Thank you.”
He nodded a bit slowly, “… Did I just blow my audition tomorrow?”
“No, no! I mean, I know that you’re really passionate about this… And that’s good.” She nodded, “I liked that.”
Kris nodded somewhat, smiling, “… I’m glad I didn’t make a complete fool of myself, then. So…. Can I get any advice to help in my audition tomorrow?”
She tilted her head a bit, studying him for a bit. He had somewhat messy hair, bangs covering his eyes , over his glasses. As she looked at him, she thought he was perfect, looks-wise. She smiled, “Loose the glasses, I guess.” She smirked, realizing the irony in this next sentence, “Who heard of a rocker with glasses?” Pointing to her Weezer sticker, they both released a small laugh, she beginning to walk away, “I have to.. Go meet someone. But… I’ll see you tomorrow at the audition, right?”
He nodded, performing a small salute, “That is correct, Miss…” He smiled, “Um, do I call you ‘A.’..?”
“Yvette,” she corrected, releasing a smile, “I go by Yvette. Later, Kris.” She turned around, leaving him then. She had to stop smiling before she came face to face with Rivers again. However… She didn’t want things to be so tense between, them… Ah, she came across his dorm. Immediately, she felt nervous. Maybe this was a mistake… This was Rivers Cuomo, after all. Knock, knock. Lead singer of Weezer. She heard footsteps coming to the door, taking a deep breath, she tried to remain as pleasant as she could. However, as soon as the door opened and Rivers was before her, offering a pleasant smile, there was just one thing that ran through her head.
“You won’t last…”
The smile on her face soon turned forced, then shifting her eyes to the floor, “You have the music ready?”
Rivers’ smile faded, nodding his head, “Yeah, come in.” He moved to the side, allowing her access to his rather small single dorm room. He crossed his arms, watching her look around. There wasn’t much to it, it was small, a Persian rug laid on the floor, a desk, sitting on top was his laptop, one or two posters, and then his bed. All in all, everything was small… But nice. At least, that’s what he thought. Yvette looked around, as if taking a mental note of it. She seems so nervous, he thought to himself. He cleared his throat, “Do you want a drink of water?” She shook her head, sitting down in a chair, looking over the script in her hands. He nodded somewhat, taking a glass for himself.
“You have the songs?”
Turning to her, he nodded, “Yeah… I haven’t gotten enough time to record them, though.” He went toward the desk, picking up various sheets of papers, all scribbled on, and handed it to her. “I’ll record as soon as I can sometime this week… I’m a little busy with my classes…”
“That’s fine,” she said, looking over the lyrics. After a moment, she looked up to see him staring at her expectedly. Her eyes shifted, “You can… Do what you want while I’m looking these over.” It was his turn for his eyes to shift, then going to his bed and opening a book. English Literature course, perhaps? No matter… This continued on for an hour, it seemed. So many songs to go through, and she kept going back and forth. This was going to be a long day….
AND NOW BACK TO…
Sam-Shik stopped for a moment, seeing they were in front of the said restaurant, and motioned that Marisa would go first. He was a gentleman after all.
Marisa laughed and walked inside. How polite of him. It must be an Asian thing, she thought to herself as the hostess lead them to a table and sat down. Idly she picked up the menu and began to browse.
As he sat down, he noticed the glance the hostess had given him, and he returned a glance, somewhat sheepishly, and sat down, eyes going to the menu as quickly as possible. Shaking his head, he browsed the menu, settling on something. He looked over at Marisa, tilting his head, "Settled on something?"
Marisa closed it and set the menu down with a small laugh. "Actually," she said, "I get the same thing every time I come to restaurants..." She gave him a mildly embarrassed look. "Ever since I was ten, actually..."
He smiled a bit, "Ah?" He tilted his head, "And what would that be...?"
"Chicken tenders." She laughed again. "I'm such a creature of habit. What are you getting?"
He opened his mouth to say something, then looked down a bit. A small chuckle escaping his lips, then, he cleared his throat, looking at her, taking a deep breath, "...... Chicken tenders." He leaned his head forward, "I always get that, too. It always drove my family nuts."
Marisa blinked in surprised, then laughed. "Oh, god. Are you serious? You always get them too?" She shook her head, trying to suppress her giggles. "They're just so addicting..."
He released a laugh and nodded, "They are. Especially with some honey mustard... Ah, it's my favorite, especially from here." He made a face, "My parents would always say that I eat like a kid, eating chicken tenders, I mean. But..." He shrugged, "They're so good." He released a laugh, "I was going to order something else, thinking you might think the same of me..." He smiled, "But I'm glad because.... I really like them."
"You...like them with honey mustard too?" She blinked in astonishment, then laughed, "Oh, wow, are we kindred spirits or what? I've never met anyone my age who still eats them AND likes the honey mustard..."
He blinked, "Eh?" He pointed at her, "You like them with honey mustard, too?" He repeated the question, and sort of looked down a bit embarrassed. Of course she liked them, too. Otherwise she wouldn't have asked if you liked them, TOO, he reprimanded himself. He nodded, a smile on his face, "Ah. No one else in my family likes honey mustard, though." He shook his head, "They don't know what they're missing." Just then the waiter, a male waiter, came by, and Sam-shik had to smile a bit, proudly stating, "Two chicken tenders." Looking at Marisa, he smiled, "With honey mustard. Lots of it." He raised his eyebrows with another smile, "Right?"
She laughed once again. He was so cute when he got a bit flustered. Leaning over the table, she nodded earnestly. "My family is the exact same way...they just can't comprehend how I never get tired of chicken tenders and honey mustard." Her smile turned soft and affectionate as Sam-shik stated their orders and nodded in affirmation. "Exactly that," she said to the waiter.
He smiled a bit, nodding some. Ordering a soda to drink along with his meal, he turned to her again. "Tell me more about your childhood? Your family?"
"Oh," she said, toying with her napkin. "Not much interesting, I'm afraid. Two parents, older brother. I was the spoiled baby brat." She smiled and nodded. "That's about all there is to it. But what about you?"
He arched an eyebrow, "You? Spoiled baby brat? Wouldn't have guessed..."
"Oh, no, I'm wretched when I don't get my way. Honest." She giggled.
He smiled a bit, trying to imagine her as a brat, and every time he had the urge to chuckle at the mental image. He released a laugh, then his eyes met the table. "I'm an only child, but... I take care of my niece." He smiled, "She's really adorable. " He shrugged, "My father passed on before I really remembered him.... My mother..." He shrugged, "The less I see her, the better, I think... She's always screeching about something... And she smacks my head a LOT."
She nodded sympathetically, then paused. "...wait. Niece? How can you have a..." She blinked, utterly confused.
He looked down, taking an immediate serious expression, tapping a finger on the table. ".... I became an only child.... Six years ago...." He continued looking down, as the waiter came and laid plates in front of them.
"O-oh...I'm sorry." She bit her lip, mentally cursing herself for her curiosity, and silently began to dig into her meal.
As he looked at the food in front of him, Sam-Shik shifted his eyes from the plate to Marisa, back and forth. Biting the inside of his cheek, he released a sigh, offering a smile. "Maybe.... Maybe I can tell you about it. But...." His eyes sort of looked at the table, shaking his head, "Now isn't the time. I'm sorry."
"Oh, no," Marisa replied, glad that the awkward silence had been broken. "Only tell me if and when you're comfortable with it. I wouldn’t force it out of you or anything. I'm not that much a b***h." She laughed in spite of the conversation and chewed on her straw.
He looked at her for a moment, arching an eyebrow. Then almost as random as hell, he started to laugh. He looked at his plate and just... Chuckled a bit. Looking back at her, he nodded, "Thank you... You're the first that didn't try to force it out of me." He smiled, looking at her, "Thank you."
IN RIVERS’ DORM…
Yvette blinked for a moment, looking at a particular scene and the song. Scene to the song. Song to the scene. She arched an eyebrow, sitting back in her chair, her eyes shifting to the script and lyrics. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Rivers blinked, lifting his gaze from his book, “… What?”
Yvette turned to him, arching her eyebrow at him, “Really? This song? With this scene?”
He got up from his seat and went over to see what was the problem, and quite frankly… Didn’t see one. He nodded, “What’s wrong with it?”
She shook her head, “Nothing aside from it being all wrong.”
He blinked, feeling a bit defensive. “…WRONG?" He shook his head, “What are you talking about? It’s brilliant!” His eyes somewhat narrowed, quickly going into defensive of his songwriting. “It’s BRILLIANT.”
“Brilliant? Are we looking at the same thing?” Yvette let out a laugh, “Look at this… This song… He’s walking in the rain in a dark alley! These lyrics are like… ********’… ********’ singing in the rain, for crying out loud!”
Rivers let out a laugh, “Singing in the rain? Singing in the rain?! You’re just not seeing the scene right!”
“I wrote the scene!”
“Then you can clearly see the brilliance.”
Yvette looked at him for a moment, “… I can clearly see you being stubborn and not admitting you’re completely wrong about this…”
“Now wait--” Ah, but he wasn’t able to raise his point as, the glass of water he was holding at the moment, when being carried away, especially in regards to his music, he thrusted his hand somewhat, the water from the said glass was soon projected out of the glass, and upon the aspiring filmmaker. He shifted his eyes a bit, his mouth agape, “I… Oh…. I didn’t mean--”
Yvette looked at him with a somewhat glare. “… I disagree with a song and you throw water at me?” Rivers’ eyes sort of looked down, not knowing what quite to say. Yvette shook her head, standing up and trying to dry herself. On her new pants to boot. “I could see those rumors of the Cuomo temper are true…”
Rivers shot a look at her, “Now wait a min--” The door knocked. His jaw tightened a bit, going toward the door, he cast another glance at her, clearly seeing she was… Sort of upset. He suppose doing music for her film wasn’t enough to take back the way he treated her the other day. With a slight sigh, he went to open the door… And then immediately ducked out of the way.
A water balloon zoomed past Rivers’ head, barely touching him, but soon met a target. Yvette had turned her back toward the door, and was a victim of a random college dorm water balloon fight. She let out a yelp, her face frozen in some shocked-like expression. The back of her head soaked. But what infuriated her more? The sound of a particular Italian’s laughter. Her jaw tightened, slowly turning around to see Rivers. Laughing. At her.
He bent his head down, trying everything within his power to just stop. But… It was hard! As he looked at her, her face toward him, he released a cough, lifting his head. “I’m… I’m sorry, it’s just…” His lips twitched a bit, wanting to smile at least, “…. Just… The coincidence of water being splashed on you and that water…. Water balloon…” He shook his head, looking down and chuckling once.
Biting the inside of her cheek, Yvette took a deep breath, “Oh? Hmph.” Sending him a glare, she brushed past him out of his dorm and down the hall.
Rivers blinked, letting out a sigh and brushing a hand through his hair. He looked at the water balloon assailant in front of him, shaking his head a bit. “WHY did you do that? I mean, it was funny, but why did--WHOA!” He ducked his head, barely missing the water balloon that zoomed right above his head. As he stood up, he turned to look at the assaulter, and saw none other than Yvette, with a bucket full of water balloons, no doubt “borrowed” from someone.
The initial water balloon assailant widened his eyes a bit, “She looks like she’s out for blood,” then tossing a glance at Rivers, he shrugged, “So to speak.” He started to move away from Rivers, then reached into his own bucket to retrieve one water balloon, “Hey, catch!”
Rivers nodded, having his back turned to Yvette as he raised his hands to catch the water balloon, his only defense against her, before he could get his hands on it, he felt water hit in the back of the head. Not being prepared for that, his only defense hit him square in front of his face. Taking a few steps back, he took off his glasses and wiped a hand down his face, drying his glasses and put then back on his face. He turned around to see Yvette smirking, another water balloon in hand. “What was that for?! I had my back turned!”
Yvette lifted her eyebrows, “Oh?” Walking a little closer towards him, “Isn’t this supposed to be fun?”
“But my back--”
“Just like me.”
Rivers shifted his eyes a bit. He was defenseless, against a girl who REALLY hated him at the moment, and upon looking at the still full bucket, he turned his heel and ran. He wasn’t the greatest runner there, especially after he went through that surgery with his leg, and having to wear that brace when he FIRST came to Harvard, but the hassle of carrying that bucket was to his advantage. Throughout the campus he ran, moving to evade any water balloons that were thrown his way. Although he was doing quite well, he had to figure out a way to switch things to his favor.
Success! He bent down to grab a garden hose, thankful the campus gardeners were out right then, turned, and fired. Rivers smirked a bit, glad to switch a few things here. Yvette let out a small cry, not expecting this turn of events. She backed away a bit, looking down. Rivers stopped the hose, looking somewhat worried. Maybe he did went a little overboard… But then it happened.
She laughed.
A hand covering her mouth, she lifted her head, laughter spilling from her mouth. Upon witnessing that, probably the first time Rivers had seen the girl laugh, he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, looking around somewhat, chuckling. She just shook her head, her laughter slowly dying, then ducked her head down, hand going to her eyes. "Gah, I think I have something in my eye...."
Rivers blinked, getting closer to the girl, "I'm sorry, I--" He didn't get to finish his sentence as her hand, holding a water balloon, smacked the top of his head. Yvette couldn't help but laugh at the shocked expression the older man displayed.
"I had one left…”
Rivers just shook his head, "Manipulative... So... Manipulative!"
Marisa was just walking back to the school with Sam-shik when they encountered Yvette and...none other than Rivers, involved in a water fight of some sort. Though, they actually appeared to be having a pretty good time, and she smiled at the sight of the uptight singer actually enjoying himself, with Yvette, of all people.
Yvette gave a mock gasp at him, "Manipulative?! Hey, you deserved it, you started all this!"
Rivers rolled his eyes, "That was an accident! If you had just agreed those lyrics fit the scene PERFECTLY..."
Yvette let out a laugh, "Oh please! You got a song with happy lyrics in a depressing scene! How in the hell is that perfect?!"
Rivers pressed his lips together, "You want to be a film maker and you never heard of using IRONY?"
Sam-Shik had to shake his head and laugh, and just as Yvette was about to raise a point, he intervened, "Ahh, look at this. Grown people fighting like children. This is Harvard, you know." He smirked a bit, "Ooh. This is more like how couples act, though..."
Yvette opened her mouth to say something, releasing a laugh, "That's a joke." Then, after a moment, looked at Sam-Shik and Marisa, "... When did you two get here, anyway?"
Marisa couldn't help but grin at their exchange, before answering. "Not long ago, but long enough to watch your little battle there. All over some lyrics? Touch-y." She shook her head, still smiling. "If that's your way of sorting things out in a professional, business-like manner, you're going to be in trouble when you go big time."
Yvette couldn't help but let out a laugh, "Well if he wasn't so touchy about his lyrics..."
Rivers looked at her, "My lyrics are BRILLIANT."
Yvette turned to look at him, "And my scenes and script is BRILLIANT and you're doing these songs for the script. Priorities, man, priorities!"
Rivers somewhat rolled his eyes, but nodded a bit, "Fine, I'll re-do them."
Sam-Shik shook his head, "That was easy enough..."
"You can never tell a musician he's wrong," Marisa put in with a laugh. "Unless you want trouble. They're supposed to be all...rebellious and stuff, right? Oh hell, I'm talking out of my a**."
Rivers smiled a bit, "She's right, never tell a musician he's wrong. Especially when that musician has released several CDs that have done VERY well as soon as they came out..." Yvette coughed and the word 'Pinkerton' was somewhat audible, which made Rivers sort of glare at her. Not in the mean kind of way, but rather a friendly kind of way, one would say. "Funny."
Yvette smiled a bit, letting out a shrug, "I thought so."
Sam-Shik shook his head, then turned to Marisa, giving a little shrug, "I have to re-study for this test I have in a few hours, I had fun, I'll see you around?"
Marisa looked over to Sam-shik with a happy smile. "I had fun too. Good luck with your test."
He smiled at Marisa and nodded, "Thank you. Maybe we can do it again sometime. Hang out." He walked a bit closer to her and smiled, "Who knows. Maybe we can make it a daily thing."
Marisa smiled once more, having incline her head fairly far as he moved closer. His closeness fluttered her stomach somewhat--ah, attraction, of course, who couldn't be attracted to the lovely Sam-shik? "A daily thing, huh? I'd enjoy that." With another smile Sam-Shik nodded his head at the group and went on his way. Marisa clasped her hands behind her, blushing like school girl as she watched him go. "He's SO cute," she murmured to herself.
Yvette blinked, looking at Marisa carefully, before smiling, "Hmm.... Interesting..."
Rivers sort of smiled a bit, then looked at his clothes, which were soaked. Shaking his head, he let out a sigh, "I'm gonna head back in. I'll re-work the lyrics, why don't you come over in three days? I have tests, too."
Yvette nodded, "Okay, sounds good."
Rivers nodded a bit, "Bye Marisa," then headed on his way.
Marisa waved at Rivers' retreating back and watched until he disappeared into the building, and turned to speak of the water fight to Yvette, only to find her mere inches away.
"Sooo... You and Sam-Shik, eh?"
Marisa laughed after her suggestive tone. "Me and Sam-shik, I wish. Nothing really happened. We just had a nice lunch." She smiled peacefully. Very nice...
Yvette smiled a bit, "I don't know, I think you'd two would make a cute couple. And it looks like you two had a great time."
"Hah! I wish. I don't think he's interested in me that way, though. But he makes a good friend. Good to talk to."
She shrugged, "You never know." Honestly, she thought Marisa and Sam-Shik would make a damn cute couple. "I'll say this, I never saw him act like that with any other girl."
"Oh~" Marisa laughed. "Don't get my hopes up." She hit Yvette's arm lightly. Ah, if only, if only. She would die from happiness if Sam-shik were even remotely interested in her in "that way". A girl can dream, she supposed.
Yvette could only smile a little, it wasn't really that far-fetched to her. She'd seen the way Sam-Shik acted with the girls that were fawning over him, he'd always, as kindly as he could, put them at arms length. Not a smile given. However, how he was with her just then... It was different, to say the least. She started to brush her fingers through her hair, "God that water fight went a little overboard..."
Watching Yvette, she smiled, "It certainly looks that way. Hell, I'm surprised high and mighty Rivers actually allowed himself to have fun in such a primitive way."
"I know! I mean... I have to admit... At first I was okay with having to work with him, but..." She sighed, "When I saw him... What he said yesterday... And not lasting long came back and...." She shook her head, "But.... After today... I think I can work with him now."
"He seems like he's adjusting to our lowly stature. Hey, maybe he's interested in you, too."
She let out a laugh, "Rivers Cuomo? Interested in me? Afraid not..." With a slight smirk, "I'm not Asian, sooo... That ain't happening."
Marisa grinned even more slyly, enjoying teasing her friend. Teasing was an enjoyable pastime for her. "Come on. Mexicans look kinda Asian sometimes...anyway, who says you have to be Asian? Maybe just foreign girls in general." She laughed again. "You never know~"
Yvette looked at her for a moment, "Please, everyone knows Rivers has a thing for Asian, more specifically, Japanese girls. He DID write Across the Sea for crying out loud..." She shook her head, "Besides. Me and Rivers? I don't see that happening. Aside from the age difference...." She shook her head, I don't see it happening. You and Sam-Shik, on the other hand..." She grinned at her, "Make the CUTEST couple..."
Marisa rolled her eyes and shoved her friend lightly. "Stop changing the subject! Come on. Maybe he just likes them for their tight-- ..." She decided it was somewhat uncouth to blab that. "...eyes. Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?”
She couldn't help but let out a somewhat shocked laugh. It was clear what Marisa was going to say. She shook her head a bit, "Right.... Eyes..."
"They do have tight...eyes, you know." Marisa grinned. So much for flying under the radar on that one.
"Yes... Yes, indeed, they do." Smirking lightly to herself, crossing her arms slightly.
“And if you want to hook up me and that particular Asian man...oh, feel free."
Yvette smiled a bit, "Don't worry. I'll do anything in my power to hook you guys up. And, regarding Rivers? Ain't gonna happen, besides.." She smiled a bit to herself, "I sort of... Well.... I guess you could say met a guy today..."
"Oooh, sounds promising." Because god DAMN had she fallen for the Asian with his lovely spiky hair. And, of course, she was in love with drama and the personal aspects of people's lives. Shuffling closer, she whispered, "Who~?"
She grinned a bit widely, looking down for a moment. "This guy... He's an actor. On my way to Rivers' dorm I sort of... Literally bumped into him." She took a deep breath, "Kris Turner. He's going to try out for the lead in my movie. Heh... He kept talking about how much he liked the script, not even knowing I was the one that wrote it..." Then looking at Marisa, she added, "And he's SO cute."
"An actor~" She sighed. "See, you get involved with all the good and famous guys. But I guess that makes sense, since you're going to be a famous director soon enough anyway. You'll be working with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie and Ashton Whatshisface and the rest..." She sighed, almost dreamily, before straightening.
Yvette shook her head, "You make it sound like my career path is all ready made. I have a lot of struggling ahead of me." She gave a shrug, "Besides... I'm not going anywhere near that Ashton guy. I'd probably get 'Punk'd' or whatever..."
"It is already made." Marisa winked with a grin. "Just believe, or whatever."
She smiled a bit, giving Marisa a nod, "Thanks... For the confidence in me and my career path. Means a lot." It was true. It wasn't like she had the biggest supporters back home, so... Anyone that gave her any form of confidence like that? Appreciated like hell.
Marisa smiled encouragingly. "Of course, Yvette. Always. So you gonna ask him out?"
She gave a slight sheepish grin, giving a shrug, "Dunno. Maybe... If he's even interested in me." She smiled a bit, "But... We'll see." She took a deep breath, "I better go take a nice warm shower and change... Don't want to get sick. I'll see you later?"
Marisa clapped her hands together. "Ashton Kutcher, that's it. He's cute. And good luck with this actor guy. And I want a shower too...so yeah."
She gave a slight nod, walking toward the dorm building, Marisa following closely behind.
After a shower, Yvette sat down on her bed, brushing her wet hair. The sound of her cell made her turn her head, picking it up. A text message, it seemed. She arched her eyebrow, not recognizing the number at all.
“I had fun today. Even if you hate my lyrics.”
Yvette blinked, a small smile forming on her face as she typed.
“Rivers…?”
“Yeah. … Your number IS on your script, you know.”
She had to grin a bit, she forgot about that.
“Oh, so you aren’t a stalker then.”
“Just the one being stalked, most of the time anyway. Anyway… I just wanted to say that. I had fun. Can’t remember the last time I got into a water fight like that.”
“I had one just before I left LA to come here. With sister, of course.”
“Lucky.”
“I guess. Though she never put the hose on me…”
Rivers chuckled to himself, sitting in his dorm, hunched over his cell. Opened books in easy reach, however, he just found himself needing to text her, even for a little. He’d hate to admit it, but he still felt a bit guilty on their first meeting. His eyes sort of looked down for a bit, then looking back at the cell, his fingers punching the keys.
“Hey. About earlier…”
“Hm?”
He paused for a moment, then shook his head at no one in particular, leaving out a sigh.
“Never tell a musician he’s wrong. You better like the new lyrics.”
Yvette arched an eyebrow, letting out a laugh. She let out a sigh and shook her head.
“Are all lead singers that egocentric?”
“Only the good ones. I better go. Got work to do. Gotta keep that straight A record.”
“Stop bragging, Mr. Harvard Rocker.”
Rivers let out a little laugh, saying out loud as he typed, “Bye,” not quite sure why he felt the need to say it as he typed. Putting the cell down by his side, his hand sort of lingered on top of it, his eyes narrowing slightly, getting someone lost in memory.
"Ooh. This is more like how couples act, though..."
“That’s a joke.”
Shifting his eyes to look ahead of him, only for his eyes to shift down. “Would it really be a joke?” He shook his head, “Ah, I’m too old anyway.” He was sort of content to have a platonic relationship, anyway. Besides, any romantic involvement was probably destroyed with that first meeting anyway. He picked up one of his books, his fingers brushing the printed words. Though, he found himself wandering from the book, remembering the sound of her laugh. He smiled a bit softly to himself. I’d like to make her laugh. If anything.
Yvette looked at the phone for a moment, somewhat lost in the thoughts of the day’s events. She smiled a bit, walking up to stand next to the window, looking at the view. Her eyes traveling the landscape of the Harvard Campus.
“Hey, maybe he's interested in you, too."
"Rivers Cuomo? Interested in me? Afraid not…”
She smiled a bit, looking down, her arms crossed. The truth was… She did have a crush on him. When she first got into Weezer. But then… What Weezer fan DIDN’T have a crush on the lead singer? Hell, I wanted to be his Susanne. So badly. She sort of laughed, leaning her head against the wall. But, that was a long time ago. It was so… Teeny Bopperish, she was even somewhat embarrassed about it. Although she had to admit, seeing him up close… He was still really cute and attractive, and she really enjoyed the sight of him smiling and even laughing, but… She very much doubted he’d be in the least bit interested in her. She was young, after all. And he had grown quite the reputation to be blind to anything but Asian girls… She shook her head, that ship had sailed.
“Across the sea…” She turned around slowly, going to her bed and picking up her brush, continuing to rid her hair of tangles, she slowed down however, looking to her side, her purse in view, Weezer sticker sewn.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 12:10 am
That ship has sailed....across the sea.
Great chapter, water fights rockkkk.
Yesh, I envy your writing talents.
D=
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 2:21 am
Metarded That ship has sailed....across the sea.
Great chapter, water fights rockkkk.
Yesh, I envy your writing talents.
D= X3 Sankyuu~ And waterfights DO rock. Well, I've had lots of practice with writing, so yeah o.o; I think you people will love what I have planned for the next chapter ;D
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 9:12 am
I'm sure we will. 3nodding
Your story is absolutely awesome cool
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 1:20 am
Cast List Allright, no new chapter yet... Working on it. But I thought it'd be fun to have a picture to the characters, for you readers and such. X3 This will be updated everytime a major character is introduced. So here we go~  Name: A. Yvette Santos
Nick: Yvette
Age: Prologue- 18 | Chapter 1 - ?- 19
Position: Main character
Family: Older sister Ana, mother and father having a distant relationship.
Description: Yvette is an aspiring film maker, attending Harvard via Film Workshop from the New York Film Academy program. Although having
lived in the "something always happening" city of LA, she's very inexperienced, both in boys and in life. She's a bit naiive, and somewhat of a romantic, she hopes her experience in Massachusetts will let her grow as a person and hopefully get one of her movies up on the big screen.
Having grown up a devoted Weezer fan, meeting the lead singer on the Harvard campus seemed like a Weezer fan's dream come true. That is, until Rivers Cuomo started to state things that bore a resemblance of what her parents have said to her so many times, resulting into a verbal bitchslap to the singer. However, recently Rivers' and Yvette's relationship has been turned into a friendship.
Love Interest(s):
Kristopher Turner -"Well.... While I was going to Rivers' dorm to see the music, I bumped into this really cute guy. He gushed about my script which... The GREATEST compliment I can get. And he's an actor! I definately want something to happen...but... I don't know how he feels..."
Name: Rivers Cuomo
Nick: Mr. Harvard Rocker ( By Yvette )
Age: Prologue - 31 | Chapter 1-? - 32
Position: Main Character
Family: Brother - Leaves/Jimmy, Mother - Beverly Shoenburger, Father(birth) - Frank Cuomo, Father(step) - Stephen Kitts.
Description: Rivers Cuomo, you might of heard of him, he's the lead singer of this little band called Weezer. ;D Mostly known for being the shy rocker, and mostly known for being drawn to Asian women, Rivers is currently taking a break from Weezer and continuing classes at Harvard University.
Getting tired of all the Weezer fangirls, throwing themselves at him not for him, but because of the "rockstar" even he, himself, is not sure he truly is, he wishes to try and settle down with a girl, a stable girl. Through a huge misunderstanding, he gets into a confrontation with Yvette Santos, an aspiring film maker, apoligizes and is now creating music for the film maker's movie.
Love Interest(s):
Yvette Santos - "She probably hated me at first. I don't blame her. But... Things sort of smoothed it's way out. We're definately friends now, and I like her company. She's fun to be with. I thought...for a while...about a relationship, but.... She's so young. I'm just an old man in comparison. I doubt anything will come of it. Aside from being friends, I hope."
Name: Marisa Renata
Nick: None
Age: 19
Position: Roommate and friend of Yvette
Family: Mom, dad, brother, dog, horse.
Description: ( To be added later )
Love Interest(s):
Sam-shik - "Hot little asian. He's just too cute. I definately want something to happen, but... That's wishful thinking. I'm sure he doesn't think of me like that. Sigh."
Name: Samuel "Sam" Kim
Nick: Sam-Shik ( by everyone XD )
Age: 19
Position: Part of Yvette's "crew". A fellow aspiring film maker. ( Action )
Family: Mother, father( Deceased ), Sister-in-law( Deceased ), Older brother ( Deceased ), neice.
Description: Samuel "Sam" Kim, or as he's adoringly nicknamed, Sam-Shik, is an American-born Korean who aspires to make films, action films, primarily. His father died when Sam-Shik was fairly young, his older brother and sister in law died about six years ago, how, is not revealed as of yet.
Sam-Shik is the pretty boy of the group, the one girls giggle and more or less lust after. He would appreciate this more if the fact wasn't so painfully obvious that they were only after his looks and not really for him. He's protective of his friends, somewhat, he definately didn't take to Rivers right away, not wanting Yvette to get hurt, thinking of her like a little sister of sorts.
Getting to know Marisa, he likes her attitude and the fact that she genuinely seemed interested in HIM, not his face, and enjoys the time with her.
Love Interest(s): "Mm.... I don't want to state anything until I know the other person feels the same way. I might have someone in mind, but I don't want to say anything.... Sorry."
Name: Meiko Watanabe
Nick: Meiko-chan ( by Yvette )
Age: 19
Position: Part of Yvette's "crew". Aspiring Filmmaker. ( Romantic comedies )
Family: Mother, Father, older brother ( Kenji ).
Description: Meiko was born in Kyoto, Japan into a small family with one older brother. She's generally shy and keeps to herself, aside from friends. In her second year of moving to the states, she entered the New York Film Academy program, wanting to show the emotion usually found in Japanese films to American viewers, specializing in Romantic/Comedies.
Taking an extra liking to her friend, Yvette, she was especially upset at the things lead singer of Weezer told Yvette, not really liking him at all.
Although she is very open with most of her inner circle, she usually keeps away from others. People often comment on why she isn't involved with anyone. Several guys willing to remedy her being alone... For her tight eyes. ( Chapter 2 reference )
Love Interest(s): "Ah... I don't... Really have anyone... In particular. In mind, I mean. I've just been so busy with my project and Yvette's project. I don't know.... Maybe someday. We'll...have to see, I guess?"
Name: Sean LeBowski
Nick: Fat b*****d ( Yvette: Okay, okay... )
Age: 19
Position: Part of Yvette's "crew". Aspiring Filmmaker ( Horror )
Family: Mother, father, older sister/brother, some neices, dogs.
Description: Born in a small town in Pennsylvania, Sean marched to his own drum, to say the least. Being a complete metal head, when he grew up, he saw no stinkin' disney flicks. His childhood movies were that of horror. Excorcist, Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, the classics. Being a loud mouth, he also had his intellect as well, being the first to win in a debate of those that clearly talked out of their a**, and be the first to act like an a**. But a funny a**.
His main goal in life was to create films that would make the bravest man soil themselves while watching. If he could do that, then his life would indeed have meaning. He wasn't into Weezer, proclaiming them as Emo, so after one of his "crew" was insulted by the emo Woody Allen, Rivers Cuomo, he liked them even less, he liked Rivers even less if it was possible.
Love Interest(s): "Nah, none at the moment. But uh... I'll have you ladies know that I'm open to any.... lust interests. Heh. Heh."
Name: Kristoper Turner
Nick: Kris
Age: 19
Position: Actor, possible lead in Yvette's movie. Possible love interest ;D
Family: Mother, father, the usual deal.
Description: An aspiring actor, when reading the first few pages of Yvette's script, he was instantly drawn and couldn't stop reading until he had read the last page. Especially drawn to the main character in the script, Kris rehearsed endlessly, trying to get familiar with a guitar, even. One day walking through the campus from a class, he bumped into a girl carrying the same script he was enchanted with. After practically gushing about it, he learned the girl he bumped into was the girl he wrote it.
He wasn't that much noticable on campus, but he wasn't entirely invisible. On the slightly nerdish side, with style, hair, and glasses reminds one of a certain lead singer of a certain band... Sometimes shy around girls, but when having known a particular girl, is relaxed and some might say charming.
Love Interest(s): "Hmm.... Maybe. I don't know. I might have someone in mind... But I don't know if anything will come out of it. We'll just have to see."
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 5:20 pm
I so understand both Yvette and Marisa.
Woa... The boys are way better than I imaginated. redface
MORE MORE!! gonk I'll die not to know what happens after!
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