LOL! This is dedicated to Lindsay, the owner of the guild. O:< SHe inspired me in school one day.
Get better soon, Little Jimmy.
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Today was Official Emo Day. And I wasn't one for self pity and depression, but this sucked. No, this sucked a**. We- my mom, me, my cat and dog- were driving through Illinois to Chicago. See, my mom was an artist, and she was 'free as the wind' and all that. But I just wanted some freaking stability. Last place we lived was New York City. For 5 years (I'm 17). And it had a big impact on me. I liked the city. Although, I didn't live up to the stereotype. Most girls from NYC were 'tough', 'street smart' and 'gangster'. But not me. Not Lindsay Wheeler. I was the complete opposite; shy, book smart and 'emo'(looking).
But, anyway, to summarize it all, my mom was ripping me away from my home to spirit me off to Chicago.
New York style pizza is so much better and they know it.
[..]
Our house was ratha big for our small family. It was humongous, and a bright, eye-catching blue, with white shutters. I grumbled something unintelligable, and led Benny, my big emo puppy, up to the house with Mr. Bigglesworth (Bigsy) in my arms. I fished the key out of my pocket, and unlocked the door, all while holding a fat cat and a leash. I am skilled. The furniture was already out. Thank God. I unhooked Benny and set Bigsy down on the couch, as Mom walked in with 2 boxes.
Thankfully, we didn't have a whole lot.
The house was really big on the inside. The living room was huge, with a pale pink carpet, and one of those fancy windows that has a seat on it. Around the side, it lead to the kitchen, which had a lot of counter space, and an ancient oven. The bathroom was CARPETED. And had a nifty shower. It was just a showerhead above a caved in floor and a bunch of little shelves, separated by a black and white checkerboard curtain.
Mom's bedroom was down here, and I really didn't care to see it. So, I traveled upstairs, to my room. It had a pea green carpet, and it was one of those really thick ones that thumbtacks and little kids get lost in. My small bed was up against the left wall. Now, that thing was NEAT. It was a big wooden frame, that the matress sat in like a coffin. And my sheets were blinding bright orange, green and pink. My desk was next to the window, which was inbetween the desk and the head of my bed. A dresser and a mirror were along thew wall opposite the bed. I'm a plain person.
Bigsy padded in quietly, glanced around the room, and leaped on my bed. He then curled up and fell asleep.
"Fat cat," I murmured, kicking my shoes off as I went back outside to retrieve my boxes. They contained my clothes, computer items, and other things tha serve no benefitial purpose. But, in an hour, I managed to upack everything, even my computer, albeit I had yet to hook it up. Bigsy glanced at me, and seemed to pity the human that needed to feed him. I fell back on my bed, much to the cat's displeasure.
And then, it dawned on me. Today was Sunday. Tomorrow was Monday. A school ******** class="postcontent-align-center" style="text-align: center">[..] I picked out my clothes for the day that would inevitably end in humiliation- a plain black t-shirt, a Hello Kitty hoodie, dark-like ripped jeans and black converse. The outfit of CHAMPIONS. I pulled my hair back into a low ponytail, grabbed my backpack and a poptart, then started the walk to school. It was basically uneventful, and a few blocks over.
I went to the Main Office to get my schedule. And the first class of the day was Global Studies. Wonderful.
You like these linebreakers. They're dead sexy.
I stumbled out of the classroom and whined loudly. That class sucked! The teacher had roadkill on his head and everything was notes, notes, notes. Next class.. PHYSICAL EDUCATION!??!?! It's my downfall!
I sucked in a deep breath, and then slowly walked downstairs, to the gym.
I ended up being late. And the gym teacher for the girls, a guy, mind you, made me play.
"I was gonna let you sit out, Lindsly, but since you're late you have to play."
"Lindsay.." I grumbled, shuffling out of the locker room.
All of the girls in this class were bright, cheery, happy, peppy, etc., skipping around and doing gymnastics. I merely stood against the wall, waiting for class to end.
"Alright ladies," said the gym teacher, "We're going into the weight room today, with the boys."
The girls cheered, and skipped happily out of the gym, and down the hall as I lagged behind. The weight room was small, packed with equipmen and the boy half of my gym class. They were mostly basketball star looking guys, with shiny teeth and muscle tone. Except for two.
One had long brownish hair for a boy-by my mom's standards- with emo glasses and a neat lip ring. He was lifting 2 pound weights with one foot on a bench, looking 'tough'.
The other was short (but taller than me), and laughing the the other boy, obviously neglecting the weights that sat behind him. His hair was black and angled in the front.
I looked down at my feet, then sat on a yoga ball.
The shorter boy stood up, then said something to the other. He walked over to me, and just stood, staring.
"Can I help you?" I asked, attemping to be nonchalant. He just squinted, and walked around me slowly.
"I think I can bench you," he decided.
"Better not try.." I said.
"Oh, yeah," he said, proceeding to lift me up. I shrieked.
"One twenty! Gimme one twenty one! C'MON, PETE! PUSH IT, PUSH IT!!"
I whined. The kid with the brownish hair came over, and said, "No handling the new meat."
Pete stuck out his tongue then set me down on the yoga ball.
"Well," I said, "Who are you guys?"
"Andy."
"PETER LEWIS KINGSTON WENTZ III!!"
"Oie."
Gym ended, and I went off to math, after saying 'bye' to Pete and Andy. The math room was all the way on the other side of the school. Dammit.
And, guess who was sitting there, oh-so-innocently? PETE. And some kid with a jew 'fro. (He was cute. >:O)
"HEY, Lindsay!" Pete exclaimed, bouncing in his seat, pointing to the one next to him. I sighed, and sat in it.
"Are you going to follow me?" I asked. Pete nodded.
"Yeah. And this kid here is Joe Trohman. Call him Joe, Joseph, Trohman, or Trohmania, but NEVER Joey." said Pete. "Joe, this is Lindsay Wheeler. She's the new meat."
Joe smiled at me.
"So, Lindseth. What class do you have next?' Pete asked, still bouncing.
I checked my schedule, and said, "Lunch." Pete giggled. "ME TOO! We can be lunch buddies!! I have to introduce you to 2 other people, though! Patrick and his--"
"Arm candy," sighed Joe. Pete glanced at him. "That's all she does, hang on his arm. She's a nice girl and all, but DAMN! Make out like normal people!"
Pete snorted.
I walked with Pete and Joe to the cafeteria, where Joe ditched us to go to Science. Soon, a kid with orangish blonde hair and sideburns(and a hat that said 'I LOVE BINGO') came up. With a girl hanging onto his arm. She was pretty short, with blonde hair, emo glasses and a crooked smile.
"Have you finally settled down, Pete?" asked the girl.
He shot her a glare, then said, "This is Lindsay Wheeler. Lindsay, this is Patrick Stump and Kristin Stump-- I MEAN VEGA..."
Kristin smiled sweetly, then kissed Patrick. It was awkward for a moment, and Patrick mumbled something when she broke away.
"Well, let's go hunt for a table," she said, looking around. They were all full, and most of them weren't even set up. So, Pete plopped down on the floor. Lindsay looked down at him. He smiled and patted the empty space next to him.
"I don't bite."
"Suure." I said, smiling and taking the floor next to him. He took a Ho-Ho out of his backpack, and it was slightly smushed.
"Gimme some, Pete!" Kristin squealed, reaching for it.
"Nu-uh, Vega." he replied, shoving one whole Ho-Ho into his mouth.
"There's still one left, you dumb pig!" she exclaimed, attempting to dive for it. He pulled it out of reach, and I grabbed it, smiling triumphantly.
Pete and Kristin looked at me with equally heart breaking puppy dog eyes. I couldn't decide. Gah-dammit.
"But.. But.. Lindsay.. I'm your bestest buddy!" Pete said, his lower lip wobbling.
"Bestest buddy? I've known you for, like, 3 hours." I said.
"Still. I'm your first and bestest friend."
"True enough.." I said. Kristin broke in, "But.. I'm a girl like you.. And I have my period.. And I need chocolate."
"I know all too well what that's like.." I murmured, tossing it to Patrick. He shoved it in his mouth and stuck his tongue out at Kristin, revealing smushed-up Ho-Ho. Then, Kristin kissed him.
"Hah. I got half."
"Ew."
..'Cause everyone deserves the flame
I woke up the next morning. I felt like s**t. My throat was raw and scratchy, I couldn't breathe through my nose, and I had a headache. But Little Miss Sympathy made me go to school.
"Walking is good for colds," she said brightly.
I mumbled something unitelligible, and got dressed for school.
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I shuffled in to the bright, cheery, happy, peppy, etc. school, tired and feeling like crap. Pete bounced up happilly. I spotted Patrick, Joe, Andy and Kristin at the other end of the hallway.
"HIIII, LINDSAY!!"
"Hi, Pete."
"ARE YEW SICK OR SUMFIN'?!?!?!!!1!!!one+shift!"
"Yes. I feel like s**t."
"WHAT'LL MAKE YEW F33L B3++3r?!?!?!"
"A lapdance," I grumbled sarcastically. He stopped. So did I.
"Are you serious?"
"Oh, yeah, Pete. In fact.. Give it to Andy."
Pete skipped off to Andy, and pulled him further out into the empty(except for us) hallyway. And then, he began to dance. Who ever thought that an emo kid from Chicago could move his hips so well?
"WOOOOO! SHAKE IT, PANDA!" Joe yelled. Everyone else cheered, and Kristin yelled, "TAKE IT OFF!" at one point.
In mid shirt-pull, with one hand behind his head, Mr. Fitch the school 'police man' came up.
"MR. WENTZ!!!"
Pete stayed in that awkward position, of mid strip, and said in a girly voice, "Yes, Mr. Fitch?"
"NO GIVING DANCES OF THE SEXUAL NATURE TO OTHER PEOPLE! DETENTION!!"
"Can I fini--"
"NO!!"
And everyone laughed at him. Even me, and Andy.
"All parties involved get a detention."
"Whatever, you short mothaf-" Pete cut Andy off.
LAWLZ@DETENTION
Pete, Patrick, Andy, Joe, Kristin and I all sat in the first row of desks in the ISS room, or detention room. The only other person in here was a senile old lady. Andy started to drum with 2 pencils. Pete tapped on the desk, with his flat palms and Joe was playing the zipper on his hoodie. All three of them looked at each other, then at the old lady who fell asleep. Then Patrick began to sing some song I didn't know. Kristin bobbed her head and swayed.
"
I served out my detention
And in the end I got an honorable mention
In the movie of my life
Starring you
Instead of me
When the moonlight
Hits your bright eyes I go blind
And maybe next time
I'll remember not to tell you something stupid like I'll never leave your side
Like the oldest movie I ever saw was the one we wrote together
I said I hate you but I'd never change a thing
I can be your John Cusack.."
Since when could Patrick sing so well? Since when could Andy drum? And.. how long have Joe and Pete played whatever the hell they played? They were like a band, or something.
"Wow." I said when their song finished. Joe laughed at me, "It's better when we have our instruments. I'm on guitar--"
"I'm on bass and the OTHAR vocals." said Pete proudly, "I'm also the lyricist."
"I sing--" started Patrick.
"Your li'l heart out!" Kristin butted in, gigglesnorting.
"And play guitar too."
"I play the drums." said Andy with a smirk.
"Do you have a name for your band?" I asked.
"Uhh.. No." said Patrick, grinning sheepishly.
"Nameless, for now." mumbled Pete. "But we will have a name that is totally awesome and makes people think, 'where there ******** did that come from' or something."
"Hairy Gorilla Ballsack." Andy snorted. We all burst into laughter, but had to shut up because the old lady was stirring.
"WE ARE HAIRY GORILLA BALLSACK! WE LOVE YOU, CHICAGO!!" Pete whisper-yelled, sticking his devil horns up. We all giggle snorted.
"And Kristin and Lindsay can come on tour with us." said Patrick, smiling.
"To make sure you 4 don't get outta line and accidentally kill a stripper or something."
"NOT cool, man. Lotta mah people went that way," said Joe, "... Well.. Not really. But still. We don't need a stripper. We have Pete to dance for us."
"I need a stripper name, then," said Pete.
It was a few moments, then I suggested, "CandyAss?"
Everyone started laughing again. It woke the old lady up, and we had to try to hold it in. But then the bell rang and we ran out into the hallway.
"I say we go over to Pete's." said Andy. Everyone else raised their hands.
"Ohh, wait.. Lindsay's never been there.."
"Guys.. I can't. My mom--"
"Just ask. There's a phone in the hallway."
".."
"PLEEEEEASE?!? You KNOW you love us." Andy pleaded. I patted his head, then skipped off for the phone.
"Hey, mom? Can I, uh.. Go over to my friend's house?
"You.. Have a friend?"
"Yes."
"Who is she?"
"His name is Pete. And Andy.. And Joe.. And Patrick.. And Kristin, but I'm going to Pete's house."
"They're.. They're mostly guys?"
"Yes, mom. I won't get gang raped or anything."
Pete moaned. I'm sure mom heard it. And then they all started snickering.
"FASTER, JOE!!" he screamed. I waved a hand at him.
"What was that?"
"They're.. Can I go?"
"Sure. Fine. Whatever."
Tone."Soo.. Can you go over and have an orgy with us?" asked Pete.
"Yes."
"Great."
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