I just re-read this whole story and my god..I'm speechless. Its amazing, brilliant. Its so emotional and you write so well. Keep it up, I can't wait to read more!
Anyway, I've been re-reading this story and the more I read, the more I fall in love with it. You should definately update it again soon. :XD I love you.
Dun-nuh-nuh-nuh. Nuh-nuh. Nuh-nuh. Can't touch this BREAK IT DAYWN. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Yeah, I should really stop :shifty But I'd thought I'd make a big entrance, seeing as this story is about me and all :con: *vanity* You love it ;)
ANYWAYS, let's get to it. You can do it, you can do it, put yo' ass into it
I've really got to stop quoting these random old rap songs :shifty
When Larry woke up he got Matt to post a message on the band’s website, saying that the rest of the tour is going to be cancelled so that the guys can have time to heal before going back on the road to make up for the shows they miss.
Made time to crack a joke, but imagine all of A7X playing a gig in casts and wheelchairs and neck braces ='] I'm sorry, but I think that's a funny image :shifty
Just so you know, this comment probably won't be nearly as long as usual, because this is a proper serious chapter and I normally make a joke out of the quotes I use, so yeah :shifty
I gotta stop abusing the :shifty
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“You’re hot,”
Subtle, Matt. Oh...you mean my forehead :shifty Yeah...s'what happens when you bang it against a solid wall. You should try it some time and we'll check to see how warm yours is.
“Scorching,” he says, frowning a little before adding, “when was the last time you ate something?”
-_- He sounds like my mother. How would eating something have anything to do with my head being a bit on the warm side? :tehe:
“I don’t have any way of paying for a room,” I say, thinking of all my cash and credit cards in the bus wreckage.
“It doesn’t matter,” Matt replies, pulling me to my feet. “You can have mine.”
Again, subtle. :tehe:
A keen wide-eyed waitress accosts us and shoves a tattered menu into my hands whilst handing Matt a visibly newer one, before shuttling off towards the nearly empty bar.
:grr: Favouritism, rly. If I was wearing a lower cut top, this would not be the case *shakes head*
The waitress is back, smiling and loud. She looks expectantly at Matt, who doesn’t bother meeting her gaze.
“I’ll… oh, I’ll just have a cider, please,” he yawns.
HA. REJECTED. Suck on that, bitch :con:
“Don’t worry,” Matt chuckles. “She doesn’t have an ass to speak of, and her smile doesn’t come close to yours.”
:oops: omg he did not just say that. I bet my arse is like three times the size of the waitress's. I have a lot of junk in mah trunk *shrugs*
And my smile is disgusting :grr: But still, I blushed at that anyway :tehe:
I blush and gape, feeling something swell in my heart area at his words, cheeky as they were. He shuffles forward in his seat and winks, and this time I laugh for the first time today at his attempt to lighten the mood.
:yah As you would say, "I think something just jolted in my nether regions."
I ponder him a minute, saddened at the troubled frown he wears.
“Matt?”
“Pippa?”
Hey, I'm about to ask a serious question, smart-arse *shakes fist*
We’re all fully aware that Johnny’s next twenty four hours are critical, and after that time the doctors will have a pretty good idea whether he is on the road to recovery or not.
Sam, if you kill off Johnny, I will cry. Cry big juicy tears of poisoned blood. And then I will die. Die in a big fluffy cloud of angst, anguish and depression. And it'll be all your fault. So don't do it :grr:
:tehe: I'm such a drama queen :cute:
“Don’t worry,” I mutter. “He’s too skinny for my taste and his eyes are nothing like yours.”
:tehe: Now I'm the cheeky one. I love it :weird
Each time he smiles there is a child-like innocence about him, revealing his soft side from underneath his tall, muscular exterior. It’s one of the first things I noticed about him when we first met, and I still find it adorable.
Couldn't have said it better myself :con: It's so cute when he smiles. It really is like he's a cheeky little nine-year-old. ...that makes me sound slightly paedophilic, but who cares. :shifty
“And I was hoping you could tell me a little bit more about the incident,” he interjects, and I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing as he whips out his notebook. “I mean, the public have been denied certain information and they deserve to know – you must understand this, Miss Jullien, working in the media yourself. Would you mind giving me a few statements about the crash? What you were doing beforehand, how you two got out almost unharmed…”
Cheeky, manorexic fucker! :omfg: Surely, if you took one look at Matt, you'd be extra careful about the kind of things you'd say to him. This guy is thick :omgno:
“How dare you come in here and accost us like this!” He continues, sounding livid. “Have you no human empathy? We’re trying to eat a meal and get away from the hospital and the worry and all you do is bring it back! How dare you upset Pippa at a time like this; you know what Zacky’s condition is – or at least you will do if you’re a decent journalist and has done his homework!”
Woo! Go Matt! Use the chair!!! *Jerry Springer-style cheering*
“I – I didn’t mean to upset you, Mr Sanders, or you, Miss Jullien,” the man stutters, as a tear falls from my face. “I just think your fans deserve to know –”
Fuck off. :hand: Stupid fucking twat, coming in here and asking for info about everything...*mumbles angrily* Why I oughta... ::Ranting:
Copied you, I did :con:
“C’mon, Pippa,” Matt says, throwing forty dollars down on the table. I hastily grab my bag and push past the journalist, who is looking embarrassed and dumbstruck, as every eye in the restaurant watches us leave.
I should've pushed past him a little harder, so he'd fall on hisfatflat arse
“Val!” he exclaims, and as I round the corner and see that familiar head of blonde hair, my heart stops momentarily. She was evidently just about to turn the corner and if we hadn’t stopped kissing, we’d have been caught red-handed.
:cheese: Homg, close one *phew* ...but I like the excitement
“Mattie… have you just got back now?” Val croaks,
Not that name again -_-' He is not a sheepdog. So call him a man's name you silly woman *shakes fist*
:shifty I should be more sympathetic at times like these. I'm almost as bad as you-know-who :roll: :tehe:
M'kay, well that's about all I have to say for now. Seeing as I abused just about everything I could without seeming like a heartless bitch :shifty Which I probably am :cute:
Anyway, write more when you can, but don't fret, darlin'. I understand you have work and stuff :hug: Damn school *shakes fist*
EDIT: PLEASE DON'T END IT TOO SOON D= I will cry so much when it finally ends :tehe: This is by far my favourite story on Mibba and not just because I'm in it fucking two of the sexiest people ever. Though they're not as sexy as you :con:
Oooh :weird I like the sound of Alex's threat. That way I'll get to read both updates before school and it might just make me not want to kill myself :cute: No, I'm kidding. Haha, who's the emo? ='] But srsly, I'll bang my head against the wall if I have to go back to school without so much as a word of an update. So you better get on that :file:
Oh, the drama!
Yez. :con: That be mah esseh title. Tiz gud, yez? :cute:
“Oh thank God, she’s awake.”
Pfft. That's a new one :file:
My head is throbbing as if I’d downed the alcohol content of a bar the previous night.
:lmfao I love how in a moment of drama and pain and total :cheese:, I still manage to bring alcohol into the conversation. =']
“What the…?” I exclaim slowly, propping myself up on my elbows despite Leana’s protests. As I look around, I can see that the three of us are laid on a grassy bank that lines the freeway, cars and trucks racing by and swerving to avoid something – something which I can see clearly when I turn my head right round to the left. To my utter horror, the tourbus is sprawled on it’s back, blocking the middle lane of the road, deep scrapes and dints in the side of it.
Holy pacotchia! D= I wuz on therez! I shud be deadz, dood. Not cool D=
My wide eyes dart back to the bus, and from inside I can hear faint shouting. All the energy in my body seems to rush to my head and convert to emotion, and I start to hyperventilate and choke on a lump in my throat. Are we the only unhurt ones? The only people who were able to get free?
homg, don't say that! :cheese: Lol, I hyperventilate at everything, so I should be dead by now because this is actually something worth hyperventilating about.
...
Made sense in my head :shifty
“What… who… where…” I mutter illogically as tears add to the blood I suddenly see on my blue shirt.
When, How, Why! Sorry, I couldn't resist to say them all. I always do. this is totally irrelevant to the story, but like I've told you before; I'm tired and irritable and I'll say whatever the hell I want
Syn – he’s in p-pretty bad shape, he f-fell down the stairs and collided with Zack... Johnny was driving
:cheese: for Syn and Zack. :lmfao for Johnny. I'm sorry, but I totally have a mental image of Johnny driving the bus like Matt did in the Dead God video, and I'm not that surprised we crashed ='] What am I talking about, he's hurt! D= *slaps self* But I have an excuse, cuz I have a big bump on mah head :con:
The inside of his bottom lip is also red, and he turns is head away to spit blood onto the grass. I wince.
Wince?? Slap him across the face! :grr: Spitting is a disgusting habit, mister Sanders! *shakes head in despair*
“Are you okay, Pipps?” He asks urgently,
Yeah, I quite like having the mother of all headaches and not knowing what the fuck is going on. I mean, it's like the best feeling ever. We should let Johnny drive more often, cuz this feels fan-fucking-tastic. Tiredness = far too much sarcasm. I do apologise :cute:
“I’m glad I’m alive too,” he chuckles. “You think a car crash can stop me?”
Ha Ha. Good job, supermatt. :roll: Up his own arse, rly.
He must decide the wound is not deep, because in a flash he tugs the glass swiftly from Johnny’s flesh. I think I’m going to faint.
That. Is. Gross.
I'm sorry, I feel bad for Johnny and all, but ew. Did not need to see that. I feel sick just at the mental image *gags*
shock and dread written in large blaring letters all over his face.
okay, I'm gunna have to draw the line with the tattooes now. All over the body - I can deal with. but "shock" and "dread" written on his face. ::shake: That's just plain silly.
“Matt… you okay?” Zacky asks weakly, turning his attention to his band mate without a word to me. I’d expect to be hurt by this… but it doesn’t offend me as much as it could have.
:cheese: Fuck that. Of course I'm offended! Cheeky shit :grr: That's just plain mean What did I do??
...
*ahem* apart from sleep with his best mate :shifty
Syn’s head is supported by a beige neck brace; above it I can just see a busted lip and a trickle of blood running from his nose. He looks strangely pale, colourless like I’ve never seen him before. Matt reaches out as if to touch him but then hesitates, as if afraid of hurting him even more. I hear the medic mumble something about broken ribs and possible spine injury, and my stomach turns.
Syn?! Omg, poor Syn Don't make him die, Sam! You can't do that to me, dude! This is just the kind of thing to push me into depression, y'know? And it'll be all your fault when they find me at the bottom of a lake one day. I hope you know that
Kidding :hug:
But if you kill him, you'll be in trouble :grr:
Guys, I'm sorry it's been almost a month since I updated. I've been on holiday. I'm also sorry it's so short! I'll make up for it in the next chapter, promise.
Holidays. *shakes head* Tough shit, bitch. You abandoned us, and we will NEVAH forgive you.
And you better make up for it with the next chapter *shakes fist* Sorry, my attempts at being threatening aren't working. I blame my tiredness once again.
Soon I'll be going back to school and it's going to be hard to find time to write without incentive. So feedback is very much appreciated and is the only payment I get. ;) xxx
Shame mine was shit then :cute:
Love you, darlin' :con: Loved the update :cute: Absolutely spiffing, old chap!
I have another little treasure for you to remember :con:
Just joking :cute: You do need to update before school starts again, though =] Otherwise, I'll die, y'see. It's not a pleasant way to live, ASDD (Amazing Story Dependency Disorder), but it's fairly easy to get my appropriate dosage :cute: Especially with writers like you around. Tell ya what, I promise (I actually do this time) I'll update TIAWO before school if you promise to update this before school :cute: