XO_Emmaline
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What would I say If I could open my mouth? So much to say, if I only knew how
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Post by XO_Emmaline on Jun 25, 2008 12:36:49 GMT -5
Thank you! :]
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miss_laughter
Underage Thinker
"and so the lion fell in love with the lamb..."
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Post by miss_laughter on Jun 25, 2008 13:53:24 GMT -5
hahahahaha..poor Chrissy! she didn't expect to see anyone of importance. and she only wanted to say hi to Billy, but I guess she got a little more than she had in mind. time has stopped for me until you post another update.
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XO_Emmaline
Step Laddering Up
What would I say If I could open my mouth? So much to say, if I only knew how
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Post by XO_Emmaline on Jun 25, 2008 13:55:40 GMT -5
haha. alrrriiiiight. I'll try posting one later tonight.
Maybe. If you guys are lucky. ;]
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Post by syakilla >.< on Jun 26, 2008 0:34:05 GMT -5
waah... ^^ im a big fan of your story now~
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XO_Emmaline
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What would I say If I could open my mouth? So much to say, if I only knew how
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Post by XO_Emmaline on Jun 26, 2008 10:29:26 GMT -5
Chapter Four: New Beginnings “Well, Evan. Um… crap.” Caught in the act. I was holding a girl’s hoodie. Wait, that’s not a federal crime, why am I acting like this? “crap is right. Whose hoodie is that, exactly? That would be a most excellent place to begin.” Here we go. The long road to explain why I’m standing here holding my ex-girlfriend’s hoodie. Ouch, the word ex-girlfriend is really harsh. Especially since she was more than a girlfriend… Okay, I’m going to try moving on now… “Well, that’s Crystal’s hoodie. And I know you have no idea who that is-“ “WHOA, TED! YOU HAD A ONE NIGHT STAND!?!?! I MEAN YOU OF ALL PEOPLE!?” Okay, that’s definitely not the reaction I was expecting. Not at all. I mean, gross? Plus, I’m not one to toy with emotions like that; I’m not a freaking jerk, after all. Shouldn’t Evan actually… well, KNOW me after being with me on the road and everything for such an extremely long time? “Okay. No. NO. That’s just… sick and wrong. Extremely wrong, gross, even. Who the hell do you think I am, Pete Wentz? Crystal is my ex-girlfriend from six years ago. I guess my mom put her hoodie in my suitcase. I don’t know, really.” Realization snapped into Evan’s face. Of course I didn’t have a one night stand; I’m not a freaking player. The image of me being a player makes me laugh; I was just way too awkward around girls before for that to ever happen. Ever. “Well, I need to go. Recording with Billy today, remember? Hopefully we’re not too off-task…” That’s the problem with Billy and I, we’re too… Well, I guess the word for it is ‘rowdy’, but it sure is fun. *~* Billy was getting me ready to record “Our Eyes”. It never made it onto Underage Thinking, but that’s okay. I wrote it way back when I first met Chrissy. I’ve been thinking about her like crazy lately. It’s getting a little too hectic. I might just explode from a brain overload... if that’s even possible. Before I got pushed into the actual recording room, he made me sing a million times to him, I saw him wave at someone from outside and then wave them inside. He was laughing. Okay, what’s going on, Billy? I finished singing when I looked over towards the door. Holy. crap. I mean… HOLY crap!?!? WHAT THE f*** IS CRYSTAL DOING IN LA? Okay, I’m going to calm down for a second here, she looks utterly confused as well. I’m not going to strangle Billy at all. Alright, just start breathing Ted, you can do it. In. Out. In. Out. Okay, good, you haven’t passed out… yet. I saw her standing there, and she looked even more beautiful than I had ever seen her in my entire life. God, who ever knew that one person could miss a face so much? Even if it was utterly shocked and she looked as if she might spill her steaming hot cup of Starbucks all over her hoodie and pajama pants. Wait a minute. I’ve never seen Chrissy actually go outside wearing just a hoodie and pajama pants. Not unless she was just walking over to my house. What is up with this girl? Crystal’s glasses framed her eyes which were bright and shocked, full of surprise. They weren’t as blue as they used to be, more like a deep green with blue flecks. Why did her eyes look so different? Her hair was done beautifully too, even if I’ve seen it put up in a giant knot millions of times before. It still looked amazing. I’m in love with it. A few of the curls had escaped, like always, and were framing her face. I wonder if she knew how beautiful she looked right now. Of course she didn’t, she never did. Thank God she wasn’t wearing any make up either; she looks good with it, but her plain face is just more beautiful. Typical Crystal too. There was, of course, a green Barnes & Noble sack in her hands, and her purse was thrown over her shoulder. I could feel my eyes watering slightly from her presence. Since when do I cry? “Oh, crap.” She muttered it softly, but I could still hear her. Our eyes were glued to each other, and neither of us was moving. Okay, Billy. Make your freaking entrance please. It’s awkward in here. Which is very new for the two of us, we’ve never had an awkward moment in our entire history. Look what six years does to us… “Do you two know each other from somewhere?” Billy’s face was puzzled and Crystal snapped her head up to look at him. She looked slightly dazed and I heard her speak once again. Such an angel’s voice… “Um, I was just going on a Starbucks run. I can’t think of anything to write for Atoosa and Meghan wanted biscotti… so… Yeah.” Billy eyed the sack in her hands and smiled. “A book as well? I’m sure that wasn’t on the agenda…” The look on her face grew into a scowl. “Bite me Billy, honestly. I read a lot, okay?” Billy chuckled and then his face grew serious again. I just started swaying awkwardly in the swivel chair. I wonder if I was going to start talking soon. That would probably be a good idea. “Okay, since you won’t answer my question… Teddy! Where do you two know each other from? Or if you don’t then I must say… neither of you two are very good actors…” I felt my face scowl and saw Chrissy throw me a warning glance. Alright then, I’ll lie. “Well, one, I can act. I was on Love Monkey, remember? And two, we happen to be old family friends. I would’ve never imagined seeing her here in LA. So don’t ask me what she’s doing here.” Chrissy scoffed. “Excuse me, but I sort of LIVE here, oh, and I am NOT old. I happen to be twenty-six, and so do you, Teddy. The last time I checked, that’s not old, in fact, we’re kind of young. I figured you’d be doing something back in Rochester. I am trying to do my job, thank you very much. And really, Billy. I’d love to stay, but I need to get back home. I really would stay, but seeing as my deadline is tomorrow, I better not. I’m really sorry, but Adios.” She turned around and walked straight out. I’m really confused, that’s for sure. I knew that Crystal knew Atoosa… but Billy? What in the world is going on here…? “Okay, I’ve known Crystal for a while now. Why does she hate you? She doesn’t seem to hate very many people, so out of curiosity…” I blanked out for a second and then looked back up. “I really have no idea. I did nothing to her.” This is true. I’m not the one that left the entire town asking why, and apparently, she doesn’t want to do any sort of explaining. Oh well, guess I’m going to have to do this the hard way… -------------------------------- Thoughts? Suggestions? :]
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miss_laughter
Underage Thinker
"and so the lion fell in love with the lamb..."
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Post by miss_laughter on Jun 26, 2008 12:20:34 GMT -5
OH MY-LANTA! dramaaaaaaaaa!
thoughts: this story is absolutely beyond amazing! suggestions: I don't have any ideas that could possibly measure up to this awesome-ness!
oh wait..I do have one..POST MORE SOON! ;D
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XO_Emmaline
Step Laddering Up
What would I say If I could open my mouth? So much to say, if I only knew how
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Post by XO_Emmaline on Jun 26, 2008 12:28:13 GMT -5
hahaha. Why thank you. :]
and yes. very much drama.
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Post by Kourtni on Jun 26, 2008 14:08:46 GMT -5
drama drama drama.
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Doctor says that nothing's wrong, that nothing physical is harmed. x3
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Post by lyricalloveletter on Jun 26, 2008 18:50:28 GMT -5
i'm very confused here. why are you only on chapter four here? you have like all the way to chapter 26! and i must say, its like the best FF ever.
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XO_Emmaline
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What would I say If I could open my mouth? So much to say, if I only knew how
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Post by XO_Emmaline on Jun 26, 2008 20:38:46 GMT -5
that's because i'm not going to post it all at once, silly. :]
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XO_Emmaline
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Post by XO_Emmaline on Jun 26, 2008 21:33:36 GMT -5
Crystal's Point of View. More DRAAAAAMA. :] Well.... kind of. Enjoy. Chapter Five: What Now? What the hell? Seriously, who the hell does he think he is? He has no right to be here. None at all. I don’t care if he’s recording with Billy; get the hell out of my town. I left for a reason, didn’t I? Alright, it wasn’t to get away from Teddy, but I can’t exactly see him now, can I? I mean, I’m dating someone here. And he’s wonderful, and he’s completely adorable. He just makes my heart melt sometimes. And Teddy? Well… Teddy’s just… Teddy. Sweet, predictable Teddy, right? And me, still being the complete jerk who doesn’t deserve him, and that’s so completely unpredictable that it even makes God wonder, right? Okay, I should probably snap out of arguing with myself and pay attention to getting back to the apartment without dumping my steaming hot beverage all over my… Okay, so these clothes aren’t valuable, but they’re still nice. Aren’t they? crap. I just talked to Teddy while I was wearing sweats. Smart idea, Einstein. Wait. I’m not supposed to care, remember? Oh, right. I should be focusing on getting back home instead of internally slapping myself over and over again. Even if I do deserve it. I managed to make the next few blocks slowly, but surely. Everything feels wrong right now. I hobbled down the street and into the front door of my apartment building, why do I feel so dizzy? I walked up the stairs slowly, only three flights. I’ll make it. I know I will, I mean… it’s only stairs, right? I opened up the door to my apartment and tried to get focused, everything seemed so freaking blurry, what is wrong with me right now? What happened to me? Ugh, I feel like I’m going to barf, and that’s definitely not a good sign. What happened to me? “Crystal? Crystal, what the hell!?” I looked around the room with bleary eyes, everything feels wrong here, where am I? I felt my body hit the ground and saw Daniel run forwards to scoop me up into his strong arms. He was caring me somewhere and I felt him set me down on a bed gently. I couldn’t open my eyes and actually see something for more than a few minutes. Every time I opened my eyes up, I could see and feel my eyelids twitching and I couldn’t focus on anything, it was like when you first wake up, but you’re still tired, I was really getting aggravated with myself, I seriously have no idea what’s wrong with me. I felt a cool, damp cloth against my forehead as I drifted off to sleep. *~* I woke up; sweat dripping down my face and panting. What the hell happened last night? Okay, I know that I ran into Teddy… and then I… oh my God. I had a panic attack, that’s what that was. Well, this is just dandy… It took a while for my eyes to adjust, and apparently it’s ten… I wonder if it’s the sunny ten or the dark ten… huh… I heard a cough from the corner of the room and stopped pondering; Meghan was sitting there with a glare on her face. What the hell? Did I get the wrong type of biscotti or something? “What in the bloody hell happened last night?” her voice sounded calm and I knew she wasn’t going to bite my head off. She wasn’t psycho when she got pissed at someone, very unlike me. “Well… I should probably tell you the entire story.” She already knew that I left home, and I wasn’t going to tell her why, she knew that, and she understood. She doesn’t pry, very unlike Daniel, that jerk. Wait, no. He’s not an jerk, I love him. Moving on, I told her the story, that I was dating Teddy when I left six years ago, and that well… he’s haunting me now. Well, not haunting, just… stalking me? No, probably not, he’s not crazy, he’s just amazing. “…That’s crazy. Are you sure someone didn’t drug your coffee instead of a major spaz attack? I mean, I’m not trying to sound like a b**** or anything, but your life is starting to sound like a freaking soap opera, and that’s not necessarily good.” She was sitting at the edge of my bed now, her brown eyes wide and sparkling. This girl makes it hard for me not to make me want to laugh at my life; I mean really, I’m living inside of a soap opera. Huh, maybe people are filming this… Hopefully not, I look really bad right now. “I’m dead serious. And you know what I’m scared of most?” I really didn’t want to tell her this, but its better that she knows so Daniel doesn’t… well, try to kill Teddy. Because he would. “What?” “I need to talk to him, and I need to do it soon. And please don’t tell Daniel. I will cry and deny everything.” I got up and walked over to the shower. It’s time to find Billy. And plead so I can find out where Teddy’s staying. Oh, God, I never thought I’d be doing this… *~* I walked through the wind, biting at my face as I tried my best to walk through the streets of LA; the amazing thing is that it was still busy here, even though it was freezing-ass-cold. My hat couldn’t keep my hair from flying in my face, and my boots kept slipping against the icy sidewalks. Why didn’t I do the smart thing and call Billy instead? This isn’t my brightest idea… I finally made it into the studio. The very, extremely warm studio. I breathed in the air and felt my fingers slowly get the feeling back in them. Oh yeah, I remember why I didn’t call, I’m bribing him, aren’t I? I can always get Billy to say yes if I give him a little bit of Biscotti. But honestly, who doesn’t love biscotti? Billy saw me and walked forward; I went through my purse and pulled out five pieces of Starbuck’s freshly made biscotti. None of that crap that they have out in containers that’s in plastic wrap, thank God I have connections. “Alright, Crystal, What exactly do you want this time?” I smiled gently and handed him the biscotti, I really shouldn’t do this, but I must. “Give me Teddy’s hotel and room number. I need to talk to him. And he wasn’t lying. We’re family friends. I really just need to talk to him.” I heard footsteps from behind. “Well, you can talk to me now if you’d like, Crystal.” I turned around with a slightly shocked expression on my face; there was Teddy, in all of his red-cheeked glory. His hair was slightly off balanced, as if he had just woken up, which he probably did, it’s extremely hard to wake him up sometimes. Plus, his clothes were shoved on and not very organized; this boy is just so insane, or at least insanely the same after six years, he still acted as if he was eighteen. Why did he have to look so cute with a hoodie on? Why did he have to come after me? Why, WHY, WHY!? --------------------------------------- Thoughts? :]
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miss_laughter
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"and so the lion fell in love with the lamb..."
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Post by miss_laughter on Jun 26, 2008 21:53:15 GMT -5
my only thought is... WHAT THE HECK HAPPENS NEXT?!?!
poor girl..gave herself a panic attack. her secret must be awfully big. I sure am looking forward to what she has to say to Teddy.
what's that smell in the air?! oh..I know..it's MORE DRAMA! lol
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XO_Emmaline
Step Laddering Up
What would I say If I could open my mouth? So much to say, if I only knew how
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Post by XO_Emmaline on Jun 26, 2008 21:56:22 GMT -5
You won't find out what's wrong until like... way later. Sorry.
Crystal is an emotional train wreck. :[
And Ted... loves scones in the next chapter.
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Post by smile♥ on Jun 27, 2008 10:36:31 GMT -5
can't wait for more!
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XO_Emmaline
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Post by XO_Emmaline on Jun 29, 2008 16:39:50 GMT -5
Chapter Six: Meeting in a Familiar Location After Crystal decided to walk through the door of my life yesterday, Billy decided that I should have the rest of the day off. Apparently, I looked a little spooked, whatever. All I know is that I just woke up, and I was supposed to be at the studio an hour ago… crap. I got up and took a quick three second shower, pulled on random clothes and sprinted to the studio. And believe me, getting somewhere fast in LA is near impossible, it was like running in water, I was getting no where fast. And not to mention how cold it was, why didn’t I check the weather? Or at least look outside to see what people were wearing. I felt like I’d be lucky to even make it into the studio ALIVE. Wait, why is it so cold in LA? By some miracle upon miracles, I managed to actually make it to the studio, to hear Crystal talking to Billy. It was a total what the hell moment; she wasn’t supposed to be here. In fact, her presence is getting me kind of pissed off; it was her that left, so why is she so d**n interested in my life? Apparently, she’s trying to get my hotel number. She wants to talk to me. Wow, now she wants to talk. She waits six d**n years to talk to me. I feel really appreciated. “Well, you can talk to me now if you’d like, Crystal.” Every time I see her, she looks amazing, and I know she’s trying this time, just barely though. She actually had on a bit of eye makeup which, fortunately, was the only form of makeup she ever wore. Her blond curls couldn’t be held inside of the blue stocking cap she had on, and her cheeks were extremely red, how long had she been outside? “Um… sure. Uh… How about you meet me at the Barnes & Noble down the street once you’re done recording? I don’t want Billy to bite my head off.” I heard a chuckle out of Billy as she walked past me with her hair flying everywhere. Honestly, why does she have such a huge mass of it? Her hair is just… amazing then again, everything about her is amazing. *~* After a long uphill battle with Billy during recording, we finally finished. I could only hope that Crystal was still in Starbucks, waiting for me. And it’s kind of bullcrap if she doesn’t wait. I waited for her for two years, and then I finally learned my lesson and got the hell out of that small town. Everything there reminded me of her, and it was hard to not think of her, we were next door neighbors, and I could see her bedroom window across from mine. And I knew that she wanted us both out of that town, after all, a promise is a promise. -Flashback- Crystal and I were laying outside, in our place. It was just a huge meadow in the middle of a small forest in Rochester. Crystal found it, I have no idea how, but she just knew where it was and showed me one day. It was pretty nice too, wildflowers were everywhere, and you could see the clouds passing by. It was just all so peaceful, and I could tell by the look on her face that she was happy and never wanted the moment to end. The wind blew a little more of her hair into my face, but I didn’t mind. She just smelt so… so good. If I could I would bottle up her scent and take it with me whenever we were apart, she just smelt that good. Her head was resting on my chest, and her eyes were shut. She was thinking again, always ‘just thinking’. I saw a slightly troubled look cross over her perfect features and her eyes fluttered open. “Teddy, I was just thinking something…” She sat up and still had a slightly troubled look on her face; I just sat there and rubbed her arm calmly. She seemed more comfortable by this simple gesture, and rested the side of her face on my shoulder. She seemed exhausted from thinking, or maybe it was scared. “You’re always just thinking. You do that a lot, but what’s wrong, Chrissy?” She furrowed her brow, and I chuckled at the gesture. Why did she always have to look so cute? “What if one of us moves on out of this town, or leaves? I don’t think I could even handle the thought of you leaving,” Of course, I would never leave her, and she should’ve known that. Of course I do leave from time to time, but that’s only on family trips down to Iowa so we can go tubing with my ‘hick’ side of the family. She looked up at me with sad eyes; she really must’ve thought that I was going to leave eventually, but why? “What if…? Well, you know that I want out of this town, I want to move elsewhere, and I’m pretty darn sure that you want to too. What are we going to do? I don’t think I could leave, not without you. Actually…” She trail off and I sat there and took everything in, she always brings up the worst topics sometimes. I wonder if she’s going to find some demented way to put this into some writing of hers, she always does that. “How about this, I promise you that we’ll make the great escape together. We’ll both get out of this town and hit it big time. Nothing will shoot us down. Never again.” I saw a small smile go on her face; I could tell she liked the idea, who wouldn’t? We’ll always be together, I was sure of that. I never wanted to be parted. “I like that idea. I like it a lot. We’ll leave. Someday, Somehow. Pinky promise?” As our pinkies connected, she leaned over and gave me a giant kiss on the lips. Nothing can get better than this. -End of Flashback- That was one promise that didn’t stay for long. I headed out of the door of the studio, walking slowly through the streets of LA, I guess I was used to it by now, it didn’t effect me as much as some people since I was from New York, but it was sort of a shock, I mean, LA is supposed to be slightly warmer than this in winter, right? I passed by the window of the Starbucks in the Barnes & Noble. I saw Crystal there, curled up in a ball on a random couch, reading, and of course, with headphones in, as well as two cups of steaming hot coffee in front of her, and a plate of scones. OH MY GOSH. I LOVE SCONES. Of course, she knew that, but… I guess I just wasn’t expecting her to buy me food. And I haven’t eaten in a fairly long time. I’m pretty darn hungry right now. I walked in and stood in the doorway for a while, it almost broke my heart to have to go up to her and interrupt her peaceful reading, but it had to be done. She wanted talking, and I guess that’s what we were going to have to do, of course, I wouldn’t mind talking either, I’d just rather hold her, and stroke her hair, and tell her how beautiful she is, and… Well, I think you get the picture. I took a few steps from where I was standing and sat down at the couch across from her. She still hadn’t noticed me, she never does. She’s always so engrossed in whatever she’s reading, I mean, I’ve seen this girl read entire series in one day. She’s very dedicated, and once she starts, she never stops. It’s almost the same in her writing, except she seems to get blocks sometimes. It was always fun to talk with her and give her random ideas, although most of the time, I was acting way too immature and she’d turn on the TV, which I must admit, crushed me. Who would rather watch TV than hear me act retarded? Wait, I should probably rephrase that… I reached across the tiny table and pulled out the ear buds, she just simply looked up at me with a slightly angry look on her face, looking like I’d just taken away her drugs. Then Crystal reached down and stopped her music, the one thing that she hated doing the most, and rolled up the headphones and shoved them into her purse. She just slammed the book shut; she always memorized the number, or at least remembers how far she was in the book so she could find her place. You’d think after all this time she’d be a little different, but I guess some things never change. I could always count on her to enjoy some Starbucks, a good book, and her iPod. Or as I like to call it, her drugs. If you ever snatch her iPod, she will try to murder you. Trust me, I would know. “Wow, I saw you with a pretty big green bag from here yesterday. Is that a new book, or is it one of the many that you bought yesterday?” I was teasing her, and I knew I was going to end up losing this mini flirt/argument, but it was always fun to start something with her. I just can’t help myself.
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