Blood Painted Roses: *Part 9*
Blood Painted Roses: *Part 9*
*****This part is for neeshaxcrazy, cuz she has literally been going crazy for this to actually be posted. Well here it is, so enjoy! =D We love you!!
So it’s been around 3 weeks since Adam and I had our “close encounter.” Surprisingly, that evening brought us a lot closer than I thought. He’s not the cock-head I thought he was originally. It seems like we’ve become really good friends. We hang out more, and I’m not complaining. We’ve become like a ball of twine.
As I laid there on Adam’s bed, I realized I was back to reality. Back to what made my mind wander into space in the first place. Around 10 minutes ago, Adam and I finalized the project which is now due a week from now, and officially finished it. Since then till now, we have let time pass doing absolutely nothing. Boring.
“Wee!” I sat up to find a very happy and gleeful Adam spinning from side to side, in his desk chair.
“Having fun there?” I said in between laughter.
“Oh yeah!” He exclaimed and went on spinning again.
I just laid back with my hands on his bed and thought of something to do. Adam continued with his sudden exclamations of “wee,” while I anxiously thought of something to do. I scanned his room, and my eyes became fixated on his radio. Music- Yes.
“Thank god…” I said relieved. Adam was obviously busy and was doing a good job of occupying himself (unlike me), because he didn’t answer.
I walked over to the stereo collecting dust on his fairly empty bookshelf, and turned it to KXRK 103.9- Alternative rock.
“That was My Chemical Romance with ‘Famous Last Words.’ ” The radio personality said. I am so jealous of their way cool and smooth voices. They sound so calm and settled. I’d be all nervous and shy. I’m a wreck, yes, I know that. “MCR is playing their last show of their latest sold-out headlining tour in sunny and beautiful
“Ok, well, enough of the sad news. It’s time to hear the good. All
“Fall Out Boy, yes, FOB, will be playing at Club Emergency the first week of February. Now this is where you play a part. Call (689) ALT-ROCK, again that number is (689) 258-7625. Be caller # 27, and win two tickets to see Fall Out Boy LIVE AT CLUB EMERGENCY!!!!!!!!! We are taking calls now, so get your hands on any phone in reach: cell phones, home phones, even pay phones! We are taking calls now, so grab and dial!” That last part made me jump up from the bed and make eye contact with the phone. I tripped on my own sock and fell forward, just about ready to kiss the floor. But clumsiness just couldn’t keep me away from that phone this time.
“Adam!!! Get the phone, NOW!!!!
“Huh?” Adam responded dizzily holding his head trying to stop himself from seeing doubles.
“Get me the freakin’ telefono.” Maybe saying it in spanish would make him understand.
“Oh…you want the telephone. Why didn’t you just say that? Gosh.” He looked at me as if I was stupid. I let out a loud and frustrated sigh and raced over to the phone cradle. He handed it to me still clueless as to why I was flippin’ out and acting like a “teenie.” I dialed as fast as my fingers could move. It rang, and rang, and rang, until…..
*****WOAH, what happens next? Muahahaha!!! Well Gracie and I were left on a cliffhanger ourselves and we couldn’t decide what to write, to be honest. But here it is, part 9, although it’s majorly late and short, and terrible, and everything bad, it out. But of course it’s fashionably late 😀 Comment- tell us what you think, buzz- a simple reminder of how much you love us =] Thanks neeshaxcrazy for hyping us up =)
-Annette (one of the panicrebels)
