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HATERS CLUB MEMBERS ONLY
0 Reviewsthe messageboards are great--unless the fans are anti-HPM fans.
--Carly--
Drea sits on the couch on her laptop, clicking away, answering fanmail. I'm trying to clean up since the entire bus is trashed.
"Lee-lee! This kid want some porno pics! Can i--"
"No, Drey Drey." I don't even want to know why she would try to send photoshopped pictures. She know that i don't like that kind of attention.
"OKay, then." She grins. "Can you answer this question though?"
I shut the cabinates over my head. "Shoot."
"Okay, HPMluvu221 asks you 'Carly, if you had a choice, would you rather be trapped in a tour bus with the most obnoxious people you know or have to clean the toilet after they leave?'"
I laugh. "Well, lets see--I already have done both of those. So it doesn't matter to me."
Drea types it as i said it, clicking send. "okay, here's another one of these. 'Drea and Carly i'm your number one fan to the end i heart you guys until i die. but i'm just wondering how you guys are virgins, love always, igunnadflourHPM.' "
"No way, that is not his username." I have to look for myself. "His username is "I gonna de-flower Hallpass Mythology?"
Drea nods, pointing at the screen. I could die. It really is.
"Tell him that we love the name, but ur not getting the forbidden fruit." I spray Fabreeze into the air. "OKay, tell me your public messageboard username." I flip open my phone.
"It's just roseanne underscore roseannadana." SHe continues to type away.
"password is what?"
"123456."
I look at her. "No way."
"yeah, just kidding. It's SNL1975."
"Thank you, Saturday Night Live freak." I scan the topics.
Random stuff youd find in any messageboard, mostly. But there's a thread that like got 5000 hits called "H8RS CLUB MEMBERS ONLY!"
I click on it. "Shit, Drea. There are some haters out there." I read through the most recent posts.
ihatetheworldtoday--i fucking hate the little bitch Drea. I wish she'd just leave patrick alone and go hang herself.
elizabitch--yeah. Trick's got Trisha Matrin-Cassick. she need to back the fuck off.
die_Drea_die--i think i'll throw a match onstage at their next concert just so i can see her flesh burn
killalltheblondes--don't worry, ladies and gents. i gotta tip that Trisha hired someone to kill her.
elizabitch--wait, the lights falling at the show in Kissimee was Trisha?!
killalltheblondes--oh yeah, in a big way. and that kid who she fought at the show before that one with was paid by the hitman.
"Drea!" I cant stop reading the horrible messages.
"What's wrong, Carly?" She asks, still pounding on the keys.
"Drea, you gotta look at the messageboard. THere's something going on."
"Okay." SHe frowns at me, switching to the messageborads. "Which thread?"
"Haters Club Members only."
"Oh, those bitches." Drea scroll down, reading it. Her face goes pale. I can see her eyes grow wide. "Oh--my--fucking--god. His bitch girlfriend hired someone to kill me?!"
"What are we gonna do?!"
"I don't have a fucking clue!!" SHe looks panicked (sp?). I feel the same way.
"Call Patrick now." i tell her. "Call him right now and tell him to read it."
Drea doesn't move. Her eyes glance over the words. I think she's going to cry. "I didn't do anything to Trisha. Me and Trick are just friends." She says quietly. "What have i done to her?"
I shrug, hugging her sideways. "You want me to call Patrick for you?"
SHe wipes her eyes, shaking her head. "I'll do it later."
I nod. Drea is the most upset i've actually ever seen her. And i've seen her beating Pete with a hockey stick. SHe doesn't ever cry. But she is now. She's terrified of death. its her biggest fear. and someone is trying to kill her. WHere is the justice?
Drea sits on the couch on her laptop, clicking away, answering fanmail. I'm trying to clean up since the entire bus is trashed.
"Lee-lee! This kid want some porno pics! Can i--"
"No, Drey Drey." I don't even want to know why she would try to send photoshopped pictures. She know that i don't like that kind of attention.
"OKay, then." She grins. "Can you answer this question though?"
I shut the cabinates over my head. "Shoot."
"Okay, HPMluvu221 asks you 'Carly, if you had a choice, would you rather be trapped in a tour bus with the most obnoxious people you know or have to clean the toilet after they leave?'"
I laugh. "Well, lets see--I already have done both of those. So it doesn't matter to me."
Drea types it as i said it, clicking send. "okay, here's another one of these. 'Drea and Carly i'm your number one fan to the end i heart you guys until i die. but i'm just wondering how you guys are virgins, love always, igunnadflourHPM.' "
"No way, that is not his username." I have to look for myself. "His username is "I gonna de-flower Hallpass Mythology?"
Drea nods, pointing at the screen. I could die. It really is.
"Tell him that we love the name, but ur not getting the forbidden fruit." I spray Fabreeze into the air. "OKay, tell me your public messageboard username." I flip open my phone.
"It's just roseanne underscore roseannadana." SHe continues to type away.
"password is what?"
"123456."
I look at her. "No way."
"yeah, just kidding. It's SNL1975."
"Thank you, Saturday Night Live freak." I scan the topics.
Random stuff youd find in any messageboard, mostly. But there's a thread that like got 5000 hits called "H8RS CLUB MEMBERS ONLY!"
I click on it. "Shit, Drea. There are some haters out there." I read through the most recent posts.
ihatetheworldtoday--i fucking hate the little bitch Drea. I wish she'd just leave patrick alone and go hang herself.
elizabitch--yeah. Trick's got Trisha Matrin-Cassick. she need to back the fuck off.
die_Drea_die--i think i'll throw a match onstage at their next concert just so i can see her flesh burn
killalltheblondes--don't worry, ladies and gents. i gotta tip that Trisha hired someone to kill her.
elizabitch--wait, the lights falling at the show in Kissimee was Trisha?!
killalltheblondes--oh yeah, in a big way. and that kid who she fought at the show before that one with was paid by the hitman.
"Drea!" I cant stop reading the horrible messages.
"What's wrong, Carly?" She asks, still pounding on the keys.
"Drea, you gotta look at the messageboard. THere's something going on."
"Okay." SHe frowns at me, switching to the messageborads. "Which thread?"
"Haters Club Members only."
"Oh, those bitches." Drea scroll down, reading it. Her face goes pale. I can see her eyes grow wide. "Oh--my--fucking--god. His bitch girlfriend hired someone to kill me?!"
"What are we gonna do?!"
"I don't have a fucking clue!!" SHe looks panicked (sp?). I feel the same way.
"Call Patrick now." i tell her. "Call him right now and tell him to read it."
Drea doesn't move. Her eyes glance over the words. I think she's going to cry. "I didn't do anything to Trisha. Me and Trick are just friends." She says quietly. "What have i done to her?"
I shrug, hugging her sideways. "You want me to call Patrick for you?"
SHe wipes her eyes, shaking her head. "I'll do it later."
I nod. Drea is the most upset i've actually ever seen her. And i've seen her beating Pete with a hockey stick. SHe doesn't ever cry. But she is now. She's terrified of death. its her biggest fear. and someone is trying to kill her. WHere is the justice?
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