A Love Like War
Meet the Enemy
Pip. Pop. Pip. Pop.
I counted the water drops, trying to think of some more song lyrics to my unfinished, unnamed song. I strummed the chords of my guitar. I played a tune I heard once before and suddenly it clicked. I quickly began spwaling out clean vocals and adding strums to it. I was satisfied until I realized I had no unclean vocals. I sighed and fell back to my bed. Pip. Pop. Pip. Pop.
I groan out in frustration and look out my window across the street. My neighbor had his dumbasses of friends over their practicing. I had to admit I'm a tiny bit jealous. They sound awesome and they have less members than us. I love my band dearly, but come on, seven members?
I want to go outside and just walk around and listen to them play, but one, it's raining, and two, my enemy would see me. I hate him with a burning passion.
Realizing I had no other choice, I grabbed my coat and slipped my hood on. I close the door of my house. I hate that they have so much more fame than us. Because of them, we always loose our gigs at bars and parks.
As I walked pass their place the music stops.
"Well if it isn't Ms. Victoria Strange." He yells in the microphone. I'm a quiet person, but I always fight my own battles. Today I feel sick, I'm frustrated, and I'm not in the mood for his bullshit.
Come to the old high school. Important!!! Urgent!!!! A text read from my best friend Devin. I smiled.
"Come on! Vicky!!!" I ignore them and walk faster. "No wonder why she's the extra guitarist in seven piece band." I roll my eyes and keep going. Sometimes I really hate him. I heard their footsteps in the rain and I picked up my speed.
"How did she even become a vocalist?" That did it. I know my screams are amazing. I may be small and quiet, but when you disregard my voice, you're getting it. I bent down and picked up a stone before lodging it at his face. He ducked it completely before it hit the side of his house He glared at me and I gave him my middle finger.
"Well at least I can do screams." I snap. I continue my walk away from him.
I fucking hate Alex.
I counted the water drops, trying to think of some more song lyrics to my unfinished, unnamed song. I strummed the chords of my guitar. I played a tune I heard once before and suddenly it clicked. I quickly began spwaling out clean vocals and adding strums to it. I was satisfied until I realized I had no unclean vocals. I sighed and fell back to my bed. Pip. Pop. Pip. Pop.
I groan out in frustration and look out my window across the street. My neighbor had his dumbasses of friends over their practicing. I had to admit I'm a tiny bit jealous. They sound awesome and they have less members than us. I love my band dearly, but come on, seven members?
I want to go outside and just walk around and listen to them play, but one, it's raining, and two, my enemy would see me. I hate him with a burning passion.
Realizing I had no other choice, I grabbed my coat and slipped my hood on. I close the door of my house. I hate that they have so much more fame than us. Because of them, we always loose our gigs at bars and parks.
As I walked pass their place the music stops.
"Well if it isn't Ms. Victoria Strange." He yells in the microphone. I'm a quiet person, but I always fight my own battles. Today I feel sick, I'm frustrated, and I'm not in the mood for his bullshit.
Come to the old high school. Important!!! Urgent!!!! A text read from my best friend Devin. I smiled.
"Come on! Vicky!!!" I ignore them and walk faster. "No wonder why she's the extra guitarist in seven piece band." I roll my eyes and keep going. Sometimes I really hate him. I heard their footsteps in the rain and I picked up my speed.
"How did she even become a vocalist?" That did it. I know my screams are amazing. I may be small and quiet, but when you disregard my voice, you're getting it. I bent down and picked up a stone before lodging it at his face. He ducked it completely before it hit the side of his house He glared at me and I gave him my middle finger.
"Well at least I can do screams." I snap. I continue my walk away from him.
I fucking hate Alex.
Notes
So, how do you think? This is my first ATL fanfic and I want to take things kinda slow.
I. Need. A. Update. Literally one of my favorite stories!!!!
6/10/14