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Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life
1 ReviewsAndy Hurley one shot. Could turn into more if I feel like it... Also on quizilla under arquero333
What would you do if your boyfriend dumped you, called off the relationship, broke it off, whatever you want to call it?
What would you do if he did it the day before Valentines' Day?
You would probably sit in your house all day watching your favorite chick flick, eating Ben and Jerry's Mint Chocolate ice cream, right?
Well, not me....
I hate mint chocolate. I had Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough.
And I wasn't watching a chick flick.... I was watching Punk Rock Holocaust. Yeah, thats what I said. Instead of crying my eyes out watching The Notebook or The Lake House I was watching a movie where some of my favorite musicians were getting killed by a random ninja with terrible graffics. Why was I? Because he hated this movie. He loved chick flicks. He was also now doing god knows what to Carlee, my worst enemy since grade school. She always got the guy I liked. Always. Just when I think I've finally got one who won't leave me for her, BOOM! He says he needs space. Then I hear her giggle in the background. Yeah, he did it over the phone, did I mention that?
Fuckin' prick! I oughtta just punch-his-face-in-with-my-bare-hands!
I looked down and saw that I had been punching my Stewie Griffin doll. Poor Stewie... And my dog was looking at my from the corner of the room like I was going for him next. Poor Chewy... And I was laying on the couch with ice cream crying over the biggest asshole in the world. Poor Dru...
Ring... Ring...
Stupid phone... why can't it sit there and let me mope in peace...
"Hello?" I mumbled.
"Oh my god, are you okay? I just heard what happened. Ashley told me that Devon told her that Brian told him-" Should have guessed she'd call... she is my best friend... probably shoulda told her myself... guess it slipped my mind... she really is ditzy when shes excited, isnt she?... wait, she's still talking... better pay attention..."that Kaycee told her that Carlee said that Anthony dumped you for her!" She took a deep breath.
"Did you really just say all that without breathing?"
"Yeah, I know. I'm so prou- wait! Don't try to change the subject, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'll live." I shrugged, even though she couldn't see it.
"Okay, listen. You are NOT going to sit in the house all day watching Punk Rock Holocaust eating Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream and drooling at the part that Bert McCracken makes out with, like, seven chicks at one!"
Mmm... Bert.... I bet HE wouldn't be such an asshole... oh wait, he did kinda do the same thing to Kelly...
"3... 2... 1..."
"Sorry. What else do you suggest I do? Go out, smile at the world and pretend everything is okay?"
"No, I suggest you go out, smile at the- yes! That is exactly it! We're going out tonight! We're going to your favorite club! Me and Ashley are going to be there at 8:00 to pick you up, so get ready or we'll drag you there in your Nightmare Before Christmas pajamas." beeeeeep...
Bitch...
And I'm not wearing my Nightmare Before Christmas pajamas... I'm wearing my Corpse Bride ones...
So there I was... sitting on my couch, not wearing my pajamas, not watching Punk Rock Holocaust and not eating my Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream... I was now wearing a black tank top with Jack Skellington on the front and black pleather pants. This should be up to her standard. It was either stay in my PJ's and get dragged there embarrassed, get dressed half-assed and then have her re-dress me, or put effort in so she'd leave me alone... I'll go with choosing my own clothes, thank you.
"Lets get going!" Sahara yelled barging into the house. I knew I shouldn't have given her a key...
"Lets go!" Ashley sang, dancing like she had to pee.
"Fiiine." I wined. I started dragging myself towards the door.
"Good, you're dressed. I didn't want to have to re-dress you..." Sahara mumbled as we made out way to her car.
Let me just say, when all you want to be doing is sitting at home with all the lights off quietly watching a movie, a club with strobe lights and blaring music is not the place to go. Remember that... interesting mental note.
"Okay, ladies, lets drink!" Ashley sang as she brought over the drinks. Am I the only one who notices she happens to sing a lot?... She set my drink down in front of me. I don't even know what it was...
"Ashley... what is this?"
"Thats for me to know and you to drink!" she giggled and I sighed. Sahara was already done her first drink and gone to get another one gone to talk to the bartender she thought was cute. Pfft, so much for making me feel better....
I picked up the random concoction of alcohol and downed it as fast as I could, afraid of the taste. Mmm.. Thats actually half decent. "Hey, Ash, thats actual-" I looked up and she was gone. Great. Now I'm sitting here all alone... just peachy. Maybe they won't notice if I leave...
Bzzzzzz. I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw I had a text message. Fargen A! Why can't people leave me alone!
"don't even think about leavin."
Damn her... I just want to go home. I dropped my head onto the table. Owww...
I stayed laying there for what seemed like forever when Monster Hospital by Metric came on. Great... Sahara will make me get on the dan- I was jerked from my thoughts, literally.
"Come on, you love this song!" She screamed over the music and pulled me by my arm to the dance floor.
I started off by just kinda standing there in the middle of the dance floor, not moving. Then I felt someone bump me from behind I looked back and saw Ashley shoving me around. I gave her a look and started swaying. God, leave me alone!!
By the time the song changed to some rap song I'd never heard, I was pretty into dancing. How much friggen alcohol was in that drink?! I'm supposed to be sulking and- woah... I looked over to a table on the edge of the dance floor and saw the hottie sitting there by himself drinking a sprite. He was looking around like a lost puppy. Poor guy probably lost his girlfriend. He looked up and somehow we locked eyes through the crowd. He smiled at me. I smirked back. Heh, cute, smiling... drinking sprite, seems like a nice guy. Meh, he's just being nice, he woul- jerked out of my thoughts again, literally.
"Come with me to the bathroom." Sahara yelled over the pumping stereo. She dragged my by my arm to the bathroom. Whats with her and the dragging?!
Inside the bathroom was relatively quiet and relatively empty. Mmm... peace and qui-
"So, I'm guessing you like him." She smirked
"Well, I saw one cute gu-"
"Yeah, the one with the red hair and glasses, I know."
"What? How in blue hell could you tell? I was on the dance floor, possibly looking and a hundred different guys and you can tell I thought he was hot?"
"Know you too well..." She shrugged.
"Get! Out! Of! My! Head!" I screamed while hitting myself right by my ear. I must have looked weird because the girl who had just walked in walked right back out. Heh, serves you right, wearing a pink tube top to my favorite club! Pfft.
"You should go for it." She wasn't even paying attention to me sitting in the corner hitting myself. "Like, think about it, forget about Anthony. He was a slob, he was a wimp... remember when that guy slapped your ass and then when you told him he asked him to borrow his skateboard? He never even stood up for you! Carlee did you a favor! You deserve way better than that asshole!" Well, she does have a point... he never was all that great. Now that I think about it... he was a total douche bag!
"You're ri-"
"I know I'm right, now lets get back out there so you can talk to lover boy." AGAIN WITH THE ARM DRAGGING!
So, moment of truth. I was standing a few feet away from buddy's table. I took a deep breath. Okay, I can do this... I walked up to him stood next to his table.
"Hi. Is this seat taken?" I smiled.
"Its free if you want it." He smirked as I sat down.
"I'm Drusilla, but my friends call me Dru."
"I'm Andrew, but only my mom calls me that. You can call me Andy." He reached out his hand, which I shook happily. I saw Sahara and Ashley watching me out of the corner of my eye. They high-fived. Oh god, don't let him see them...
"Um, do you know those two girls or do you happen to have two random girls that seem very interested in everything you do?" he laughed
"Ignore them... they're of no importance" I waved my hand in front of him to perform a Jedi mind trick.
"No luck, young padawan. You have yet to master the ways of the force." He said in a mysterious voice. Wow... a hot guy who likes Star Wars, I think I've died and-
"I never thought I'd meet a girl who liked Star Wars, let alone enough to perform Jedi mind tricks in public."
"Yeah, well, what can I say?" I shrugged.
"Hey, the music is kinda loud in here, you wanna leave?" He nodded towards the door of the club. Oh shit... this guy is great, but I really don't want to ditch Sah- bzzzzzz....
"Um, just a sec." I pulled out my cell phone. Text message.
"don't worry bout us, go have a good time" God, she scares me!
"Sure, I'd love to. Lets go." We stood up and started to walk towards the door.
"Oh, just a second... I see someone I have to go talk to real quick."He nodded and I made my way through the crowd. Man, have I got something to say to her...
I grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. Her eyes widened and she quickly put up her arms in defense. Stupid girl. I mean, I have beaten the crap out of her before, but...
"What the hell do you want?" She screeched.
"I just wanted to say... Thanks." I smiled and walked back towards Andy, linking my arm with his, leaving a very confused Carlee on the dance floor.
What would you do if he did it the day before Valentines' Day?
You would probably sit in your house all day watching your favorite chick flick, eating Ben and Jerry's Mint Chocolate ice cream, right?
Well, not me....
I hate mint chocolate. I had Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough.
And I wasn't watching a chick flick.... I was watching Punk Rock Holocaust. Yeah, thats what I said. Instead of crying my eyes out watching The Notebook or The Lake House I was watching a movie where some of my favorite musicians were getting killed by a random ninja with terrible graffics. Why was I? Because he hated this movie. He loved chick flicks. He was also now doing god knows what to Carlee, my worst enemy since grade school. She always got the guy I liked. Always. Just when I think I've finally got one who won't leave me for her, BOOM! He says he needs space. Then I hear her giggle in the background. Yeah, he did it over the phone, did I mention that?
Fuckin' prick! I oughtta just punch-his-face-in-with-my-bare-hands!
I looked down and saw that I had been punching my Stewie Griffin doll. Poor Stewie... And my dog was looking at my from the corner of the room like I was going for him next. Poor Chewy... And I was laying on the couch with ice cream crying over the biggest asshole in the world. Poor Dru...
Ring... Ring...
Stupid phone... why can't it sit there and let me mope in peace...
"Hello?" I mumbled.
"Oh my god, are you okay? I just heard what happened. Ashley told me that Devon told her that Brian told him-" Should have guessed she'd call... she is my best friend... probably shoulda told her myself... guess it slipped my mind... she really is ditzy when shes excited, isnt she?... wait, she's still talking... better pay attention..."that Kaycee told her that Carlee said that Anthony dumped you for her!" She took a deep breath.
"Did you really just say all that without breathing?"
"Yeah, I know. I'm so prou- wait! Don't try to change the subject, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'll live." I shrugged, even though she couldn't see it.
"Okay, listen. You are NOT going to sit in the house all day watching Punk Rock Holocaust eating Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream and drooling at the part that Bert McCracken makes out with, like, seven chicks at one!"
Mmm... Bert.... I bet HE wouldn't be such an asshole... oh wait, he did kinda do the same thing to Kelly...
"3... 2... 1..."
"Sorry. What else do you suggest I do? Go out, smile at the world and pretend everything is okay?"
"No, I suggest you go out, smile at the- yes! That is exactly it! We're going out tonight! We're going to your favorite club! Me and Ashley are going to be there at 8:00 to pick you up, so get ready or we'll drag you there in your Nightmare Before Christmas pajamas." beeeeeep...
Bitch...
And I'm not wearing my Nightmare Before Christmas pajamas... I'm wearing my Corpse Bride ones...
So there I was... sitting on my couch, not wearing my pajamas, not watching Punk Rock Holocaust and not eating my Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream... I was now wearing a black tank top with Jack Skellington on the front and black pleather pants. This should be up to her standard. It was either stay in my PJ's and get dragged there embarrassed, get dressed half-assed and then have her re-dress me, or put effort in so she'd leave me alone... I'll go with choosing my own clothes, thank you.
"Lets get going!" Sahara yelled barging into the house. I knew I shouldn't have given her a key...
"Lets go!" Ashley sang, dancing like she had to pee.
"Fiiine." I wined. I started dragging myself towards the door.
"Good, you're dressed. I didn't want to have to re-dress you..." Sahara mumbled as we made out way to her car.
Let me just say, when all you want to be doing is sitting at home with all the lights off quietly watching a movie, a club with strobe lights and blaring music is not the place to go. Remember that... interesting mental note.
"Okay, ladies, lets drink!" Ashley sang as she brought over the drinks. Am I the only one who notices she happens to sing a lot?... She set my drink down in front of me. I don't even know what it was...
"Ashley... what is this?"
"Thats for me to know and you to drink!" she giggled and I sighed. Sahara was already done her first drink and gone to get another one gone to talk to the bartender she thought was cute. Pfft, so much for making me feel better....
I picked up the random concoction of alcohol and downed it as fast as I could, afraid of the taste. Mmm.. Thats actually half decent. "Hey, Ash, thats actual-" I looked up and she was gone. Great. Now I'm sitting here all alone... just peachy. Maybe they won't notice if I leave...
Bzzzzzz. I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw I had a text message. Fargen A! Why can't people leave me alone!
"don't even think about leavin."
Damn her... I just want to go home. I dropped my head onto the table. Owww...
I stayed laying there for what seemed like forever when Monster Hospital by Metric came on. Great... Sahara will make me get on the dan- I was jerked from my thoughts, literally.
"Come on, you love this song!" She screamed over the music and pulled me by my arm to the dance floor.
I started off by just kinda standing there in the middle of the dance floor, not moving. Then I felt someone bump me from behind I looked back and saw Ashley shoving me around. I gave her a look and started swaying. God, leave me alone!!
By the time the song changed to some rap song I'd never heard, I was pretty into dancing. How much friggen alcohol was in that drink?! I'm supposed to be sulking and- woah... I looked over to a table on the edge of the dance floor and saw the hottie sitting there by himself drinking a sprite. He was looking around like a lost puppy. Poor guy probably lost his girlfriend. He looked up and somehow we locked eyes through the crowd. He smiled at me. I smirked back. Heh, cute, smiling... drinking sprite, seems like a nice guy. Meh, he's just being nice, he woul- jerked out of my thoughts again, literally.
"Come with me to the bathroom." Sahara yelled over the pumping stereo. She dragged my by my arm to the bathroom. Whats with her and the dragging?!
Inside the bathroom was relatively quiet and relatively empty. Mmm... peace and qui-
"So, I'm guessing you like him." She smirked
"Well, I saw one cute gu-"
"Yeah, the one with the red hair and glasses, I know."
"What? How in blue hell could you tell? I was on the dance floor, possibly looking and a hundred different guys and you can tell I thought he was hot?"
"Know you too well..." She shrugged.
"Get! Out! Of! My! Head!" I screamed while hitting myself right by my ear. I must have looked weird because the girl who had just walked in walked right back out. Heh, serves you right, wearing a pink tube top to my favorite club! Pfft.
"You should go for it." She wasn't even paying attention to me sitting in the corner hitting myself. "Like, think about it, forget about Anthony. He was a slob, he was a wimp... remember when that guy slapped your ass and then when you told him he asked him to borrow his skateboard? He never even stood up for you! Carlee did you a favor! You deserve way better than that asshole!" Well, she does have a point... he never was all that great. Now that I think about it... he was a total douche bag!
"You're ri-"
"I know I'm right, now lets get back out there so you can talk to lover boy." AGAIN WITH THE ARM DRAGGING!
So, moment of truth. I was standing a few feet away from buddy's table. I took a deep breath. Okay, I can do this... I walked up to him stood next to his table.
"Hi. Is this seat taken?" I smiled.
"Its free if you want it." He smirked as I sat down.
"I'm Drusilla, but my friends call me Dru."
"I'm Andrew, but only my mom calls me that. You can call me Andy." He reached out his hand, which I shook happily. I saw Sahara and Ashley watching me out of the corner of my eye. They high-fived. Oh god, don't let him see them...
"Um, do you know those two girls or do you happen to have two random girls that seem very interested in everything you do?" he laughed
"Ignore them... they're of no importance" I waved my hand in front of him to perform a Jedi mind trick.
"No luck, young padawan. You have yet to master the ways of the force." He said in a mysterious voice. Wow... a hot guy who likes Star Wars, I think I've died and-
"I never thought I'd meet a girl who liked Star Wars, let alone enough to perform Jedi mind tricks in public."
"Yeah, well, what can I say?" I shrugged.
"Hey, the music is kinda loud in here, you wanna leave?" He nodded towards the door of the club. Oh shit... this guy is great, but I really don't want to ditch Sah- bzzzzzz....
"Um, just a sec." I pulled out my cell phone. Text message.
"don't worry bout us, go have a good time" God, she scares me!
"Sure, I'd love to. Lets go." We stood up and started to walk towards the door.
"Oh, just a second... I see someone I have to go talk to real quick."He nodded and I made my way through the crowd. Man, have I got something to say to her...
I grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. Her eyes widened and she quickly put up her arms in defense. Stupid girl. I mean, I have beaten the crap out of her before, but...
"What the hell do you want?" She screeched.
"I just wanted to say... Thanks." I smiled and walked back towards Andy, linking my arm with his, leaving a very confused Carlee on the dance floor.
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