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the misfits!
1 Reviewspoint me to the sky above, I can get there on my own. Walk me to the graveyard, dig up her bones.
Mikeys POV
I hid upstairs as Sam mentioned making coffee. I didn't want her to be all grateful and crying and stuff. So I'm not good with emotional people, shoot me at dawn. I just don't want her to be depressed, because she, along with Frank, are the hyperactive ones in the group, and if they are both miserable at the same time, the world may implode. Luckily, as far as I know, Frank isn't miserable, but anyway. At that moment, the phone rang. "Hello?" I asked. "Oh, darling, we're going to have to stay at your Grans for a little longer, she broke her hip. I've got to go, tell Gee, love you bye....." I grimaced. Poor Elena. I pulled on some black skinny jeans, grey hoodie and my favourite grey beanie. I glanced briefly in the mirror and made my way downstairs. I was greeted by chaos: everyone had arrived and tried to help Sam make pancakes. There was more flour on Franks face than there was in his pancake, and egg yolk had somehow gotten splattered on the ceiling. I took a step back as flying pancake mix almost got splashed on my glasses. "Motherfu-" "My drawing!" Screeched a panicking Gee as he dived for the table. Bob was trying to hide behind Ray's hair, and Ray was crouched in a corner, moaning "Don't kill me! I've got so much to give!" (AN- Boosh fans?XD) Sam expertly flipped a pancake, only for it to be intercepted in mid-air by Frank. I just sighed, and muttered, "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em."
Sams POV
I flipped a pancake into the air, only to have Frank snatch it. I said nothing, just waited, smirking. "Oh dear god, it burns!" He screeched, and dropped it. I laughed and made another. Mikey came back down, fully dressed, looking bewildered. I didn't blame him- even I had no clue what was going on, and I had started it all. Half an hour later, the place was more or less tidy, except for the odd sprinkling of flour. I surveyed the clean kitchen, and locked up. The others were outside waiting for me, and I grinned at them all. We reached the mall, went our separate ways, and agreed to meet outside Shrinking Violet at 2:00. I bought a cool lime green hoodie with black stars, and some fingerless, skeleton gloves. Outside, I pulled the gloves on. I turned around to see Frank drawing large X's on his eyes. It looked really cool, and I told him so. He capped his eyeliner, and said "Thanks, but you should see Aimee!" I looked at him, confused, and he nodded behind me. I span round to see Gerard, and Aimee's once black hair streaked with red, blue, purple, green and pink. "Dude! That looks fucking amazing!" I screeched. She smiled, and said "Thanks, but you should see WiL..." "Why? Has he shaved his hair off?" I giggled. I saw WiL walking out of the tattoo place across the road. I ran across to him and hugged him. "Soooo... What did you get?" I asked. WiL pulled down the bandage to reveal the Misfits fiend on his inner forearm. Mikey, Bob and Ray came out of the nearby music shop, and walked over to see what all the fuss was about. When they saw WiL's fiend, Mikey began to sing astro zombies. We all joined in, attracting some odd looks from the more than a little worried members of the public. We laughed, and went right on singing.Chapter 13
Later that night, I was still humming Astro Zombies to myself as I changed into my giant T-shirt. As I lay on the bunkbed, I thought about what had happened to my 'mother.' I forced myself to consider all of the possibilities concerning the whole knife thing. I could phone the police. They would take charge and I would be free to- no, not free. Something inside me rebelled against turning in my only remaining parent, and besides, I would automatically be put into care, seeing as I have no relatives. I knew Gee and Mikey would willingly let me stay, but I also knew that I couldn't stay forever. Ok, so I could get her to see a shrink. No, who did I think I was kidding? She was way beyond talking through her problems. The only other option I could see left was getting her put into a phyciatrist(sp?) unit. For good. I decided to talk it through with WiL, Mikey and Gee tomorrow. I fell asleep, my last concious thought being that they would know what to do: they always had, and they always would.
WiL's POV
I lay awake in the dark, feeling the burning pain throb through my forearm. I had already taken painkillers; there was nothing I could do but wait for it to heal. To distract myself, I thought of Sam. Her birthday was coming up soon, what could I get her? She deserved something fucking huge, that was for certain. I puzzled over it for ages, mainly because nothing seemed good enough to make up for the six years she had spent in hell. My last concious thought before my brain gave up and switched off was that tomorrow I would ask Gerard and Mikey. They would know what to do: they always did, and quite probably always would.
Gerard's POV
It was a week until Sam's birthday, and we were finally sorted for presents. We'd asked what she wanted, and she'd considered our question, and said "There's nothing special I really want. I mean, I've got my best friends, I've got my coffee. Anyway, you know the kind of stuff I like." Which wasn't overly helpful. In the end, we waited until Sam announced she was going to take a bath, then got Frank, Aimee, Bob and Ray over faster than I had thought was humanly possible. Frank had got her a pair of flurocent(definite sp) pink converse. Aimee ordered her a really cool dress- I quote, XS Punk Black/White Ribbon Cobweb Lace Dress, from Blue Banana. I know she'll love it. Bob was still frantically surfing the net, as was Ray. Mikey got her three Lenore comic books, and a load of badges. I had got her a small sketchbook and a set of artists pencils that varied from hard to soft. She states that she's crap at art, but she still loves it, and that's what matters to me. Eventually, Bob decided to get her a Mighty Boosh box-set. Ray bought a Misfits T-shirt, and WiL, after checking with all of us, got her a pet rat. We all insisted on chipping in to get the biggest and best cage we could, and all the essential bedding and food. We had barely finished wrapping and hiding them when we heard the lock on the bathroom door clicking open. Mikey hurridley took the rat up to my bedroom. Moments after he left, Sam slid down the banister as usual, landing on her feet as usual. I didn't have to see Franks face to know that his expression was a mixture of admiration and envy. He had tried to slide down the banister before, and failed miserably, ending up in a crumpled heap at the bottom with a broken arm. Needless to say, he hasn't tried it since.
Sam's POV
I sank into the hot bath, and really relaxed for what seemed like the first time in weeks. I mean, showers are all well and good, but they just don't have the same soothing effect. I was determined to forget about everything, and concentrate only on my book. I held it out of the way of the bubbles, and began to read. Half an hour later, I'd read half the book, and the water was getting way too lukewarm for my liking. With a sigh of regret, I wrapped a towel around myself and headed to the bedroom. I chucked on some skinnies, fluffy socks, and Gerards big black hoodie. I slid down the banister, then poked my head around the door to ask if anyone wanted coffee. Everyone responded eagerly, but when I got to the kitchen, disaster struck. No coffee! I walked back into the living room, with the expression of one who has just put their jeans through the wash, then remembered the twenty pound note in their pocket. "No... No coffee." I said faintly. Now everyone else seemed to have remembered the twenty pound note. It took five minutes of us practically weeping before someone had the sense to cry out "Starbucks!" Seems our cash had been recovered without any major damage. We all raced out of the door, pausing only to grab some loose change. We breathlessly ordered our coffee's, then sat down with a sigh of relief. I began to laugh helplessly. Everyone stared at me incredulously. "We just ran all the way here without stopping, just for a cup of coffee. At 8 O'clock at night. Don't you think thats saying something?" (AN- I Dont acually know when starbucks shuts, so bear with me...) Once everyone realised that we were, in fact, addicted completely and utterly, to coffee, they began to laugh. We were still laughing when the door opened and two girls stepped in. They surveyed the shop, and sat down near us. I scrutinised them, to check they weren't going to bother us. Some people just like to pick on people different to them. One girl had long black hair, a pink top, black miniskirt and converse. It wasn't her I was worried about, despite the abomination that was the mini. It was the other girl, who had brown hair, freckles, grey eyes, a short turquoise dress and high heels that I was worried about. I had the weirdest feeling, as if I had seen her before, but shrugged it off. Mikey waved a hand in front of my face, and I snapped back to reality. I noticed that everyone was more or less ready to go. I hastily finished my coffee, and we left for home.
There you go, there's two chapters there to make up for my not posting for ages. Enjoy, R&R!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sg8Gp-npD50 thats the soup crimpXD
I hid upstairs as Sam mentioned making coffee. I didn't want her to be all grateful and crying and stuff. So I'm not good with emotional people, shoot me at dawn. I just don't want her to be depressed, because she, along with Frank, are the hyperactive ones in the group, and if they are both miserable at the same time, the world may implode. Luckily, as far as I know, Frank isn't miserable, but anyway. At that moment, the phone rang. "Hello?" I asked. "Oh, darling, we're going to have to stay at your Grans for a little longer, she broke her hip. I've got to go, tell Gee, love you bye....." I grimaced. Poor Elena. I pulled on some black skinny jeans, grey hoodie and my favourite grey beanie. I glanced briefly in the mirror and made my way downstairs. I was greeted by chaos: everyone had arrived and tried to help Sam make pancakes. There was more flour on Franks face than there was in his pancake, and egg yolk had somehow gotten splattered on the ceiling. I took a step back as flying pancake mix almost got splashed on my glasses. "Motherfu-" "My drawing!" Screeched a panicking Gee as he dived for the table. Bob was trying to hide behind Ray's hair, and Ray was crouched in a corner, moaning "Don't kill me! I've got so much to give!" (AN- Boosh fans?XD) Sam expertly flipped a pancake, only for it to be intercepted in mid-air by Frank. I just sighed, and muttered, "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em."
Sams POV
I flipped a pancake into the air, only to have Frank snatch it. I said nothing, just waited, smirking. "Oh dear god, it burns!" He screeched, and dropped it. I laughed and made another. Mikey came back down, fully dressed, looking bewildered. I didn't blame him- even I had no clue what was going on, and I had started it all. Half an hour later, the place was more or less tidy, except for the odd sprinkling of flour. I surveyed the clean kitchen, and locked up. The others were outside waiting for me, and I grinned at them all. We reached the mall, went our separate ways, and agreed to meet outside Shrinking Violet at 2:00. I bought a cool lime green hoodie with black stars, and some fingerless, skeleton gloves. Outside, I pulled the gloves on. I turned around to see Frank drawing large X's on his eyes. It looked really cool, and I told him so. He capped his eyeliner, and said "Thanks, but you should see Aimee!" I looked at him, confused, and he nodded behind me. I span round to see Gerard, and Aimee's once black hair streaked with red, blue, purple, green and pink. "Dude! That looks fucking amazing!" I screeched. She smiled, and said "Thanks, but you should see WiL..." "Why? Has he shaved his hair off?" I giggled. I saw WiL walking out of the tattoo place across the road. I ran across to him and hugged him. "Soooo... What did you get?" I asked. WiL pulled down the bandage to reveal the Misfits fiend on his inner forearm. Mikey, Bob and Ray came out of the nearby music shop, and walked over to see what all the fuss was about. When they saw WiL's fiend, Mikey began to sing astro zombies. We all joined in, attracting some odd looks from the more than a little worried members of the public. We laughed, and went right on singing.Chapter 13
Later that night, I was still humming Astro Zombies to myself as I changed into my giant T-shirt. As I lay on the bunkbed, I thought about what had happened to my 'mother.' I forced myself to consider all of the possibilities concerning the whole knife thing. I could phone the police. They would take charge and I would be free to- no, not free. Something inside me rebelled against turning in my only remaining parent, and besides, I would automatically be put into care, seeing as I have no relatives. I knew Gee and Mikey would willingly let me stay, but I also knew that I couldn't stay forever. Ok, so I could get her to see a shrink. No, who did I think I was kidding? She was way beyond talking through her problems. The only other option I could see left was getting her put into a phyciatrist(sp?) unit. For good. I decided to talk it through with WiL, Mikey and Gee tomorrow. I fell asleep, my last concious thought being that they would know what to do: they always had, and they always would.
WiL's POV
I lay awake in the dark, feeling the burning pain throb through my forearm. I had already taken painkillers; there was nothing I could do but wait for it to heal. To distract myself, I thought of Sam. Her birthday was coming up soon, what could I get her? She deserved something fucking huge, that was for certain. I puzzled over it for ages, mainly because nothing seemed good enough to make up for the six years she had spent in hell. My last concious thought before my brain gave up and switched off was that tomorrow I would ask Gerard and Mikey. They would know what to do: they always did, and quite probably always would.
Gerard's POV
It was a week until Sam's birthday, and we were finally sorted for presents. We'd asked what she wanted, and she'd considered our question, and said "There's nothing special I really want. I mean, I've got my best friends, I've got my coffee. Anyway, you know the kind of stuff I like." Which wasn't overly helpful. In the end, we waited until Sam announced she was going to take a bath, then got Frank, Aimee, Bob and Ray over faster than I had thought was humanly possible. Frank had got her a pair of flurocent(definite sp) pink converse. Aimee ordered her a really cool dress- I quote, XS Punk Black/White Ribbon Cobweb Lace Dress, from Blue Banana. I know she'll love it. Bob was still frantically surfing the net, as was Ray. Mikey got her three Lenore comic books, and a load of badges. I had got her a small sketchbook and a set of artists pencils that varied from hard to soft. She states that she's crap at art, but she still loves it, and that's what matters to me. Eventually, Bob decided to get her a Mighty Boosh box-set. Ray bought a Misfits T-shirt, and WiL, after checking with all of us, got her a pet rat. We all insisted on chipping in to get the biggest and best cage we could, and all the essential bedding and food. We had barely finished wrapping and hiding them when we heard the lock on the bathroom door clicking open. Mikey hurridley took the rat up to my bedroom. Moments after he left, Sam slid down the banister as usual, landing on her feet as usual. I didn't have to see Franks face to know that his expression was a mixture of admiration and envy. He had tried to slide down the banister before, and failed miserably, ending up in a crumpled heap at the bottom with a broken arm. Needless to say, he hasn't tried it since.
Sam's POV
I sank into the hot bath, and really relaxed for what seemed like the first time in weeks. I mean, showers are all well and good, but they just don't have the same soothing effect. I was determined to forget about everything, and concentrate only on my book. I held it out of the way of the bubbles, and began to read. Half an hour later, I'd read half the book, and the water was getting way too lukewarm for my liking. With a sigh of regret, I wrapped a towel around myself and headed to the bedroom. I chucked on some skinnies, fluffy socks, and Gerards big black hoodie. I slid down the banister, then poked my head around the door to ask if anyone wanted coffee. Everyone responded eagerly, but when I got to the kitchen, disaster struck. No coffee! I walked back into the living room, with the expression of one who has just put their jeans through the wash, then remembered the twenty pound note in their pocket. "No... No coffee." I said faintly. Now everyone else seemed to have remembered the twenty pound note. It took five minutes of us practically weeping before someone had the sense to cry out "Starbucks!" Seems our cash had been recovered without any major damage. We all raced out of the door, pausing only to grab some loose change. We breathlessly ordered our coffee's, then sat down with a sigh of relief. I began to laugh helplessly. Everyone stared at me incredulously. "We just ran all the way here without stopping, just for a cup of coffee. At 8 O'clock at night. Don't you think thats saying something?" (AN- I Dont acually know when starbucks shuts, so bear with me...) Once everyone realised that we were, in fact, addicted completely and utterly, to coffee, they began to laugh. We were still laughing when the door opened and two girls stepped in. They surveyed the shop, and sat down near us. I scrutinised them, to check they weren't going to bother us. Some people just like to pick on people different to them. One girl had long black hair, a pink top, black miniskirt and converse. It wasn't her I was worried about, despite the abomination that was the mini. It was the other girl, who had brown hair, freckles, grey eyes, a short turquoise dress and high heels that I was worried about. I had the weirdest feeling, as if I had seen her before, but shrugged it off. Mikey waved a hand in front of my face, and I snapped back to reality. I noticed that everyone was more or less ready to go. I hastily finished my coffee, and we left for home.
There you go, there's two chapters there to make up for my not posting for ages. Enjoy, R&R!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sg8Gp-npD50 thats the soup crimpXD
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