My Best Friend Fell in Love with the Boy at the Rockshow
Leaving...for real...
I left like I said I would. I went away, wondering aimlessly. There's noone out today...it's snowing a good amount. So much for a Merry Christmas. I need to figure out where I'm going...then again I don't really care.
I think a car might have hit me. Oh my gosh I'm such an idiot a car just HIT ME! Thank god they wern't going too fast... and they only hit my leg. I've still got my wits about me somewhat. They didn't stop...they must be drunk...woah is it me or is it cold out here? How can I find my way back to anywhere? Who can help me? Oh I give up...I just don't care anymore...who does?
Huh? What's happening? It's...Elliot and Gerard? What's going on.....I want to speak but I just can't...I'm too tired...to cold...hey is someone picking me up? And putting me in a car...I'm too dazed to even look around.
When we return to the bus, I'm laid on the couch under many, many blankets. Really, when I say many I mean MANY! Usually it would bother me but I'm really cold! I've got to tell them about what happened. But I suddenly become preoccupied by the relaxing warmth that soon overcomes me. Someone is rubbing my hand...I didn't even realize it was so cold...
"Thanks..." I manage to muster. I just realized how lucky I was they did find me. I notice for the first time it's Gerard who's rubbing my hand. Michelle and Elliot are talking to eachother nearby...I wonder what they're talking about...but I think it's better to sleep now...
Four hours later I feel a whole lot warmer and can talk to people. Now that I have my chance, I need to tell them about the car thing...but the truth is I can't. I don't want to cause anymore trouble and I'm probably fine.
I think a car might have hit me. Oh my gosh I'm such an idiot a car just HIT ME! Thank god they wern't going too fast... and they only hit my leg. I've still got my wits about me somewhat. They didn't stop...they must be drunk...woah is it me or is it cold out here? How can I find my way back to anywhere? Who can help me? Oh I give up...I just don't care anymore...who does?
Huh? What's happening? It's...Elliot and Gerard? What's going on.....I want to speak but I just can't...I'm too tired...to cold...hey is someone picking me up? And putting me in a car...I'm too dazed to even look around.
When we return to the bus, I'm laid on the couch under many, many blankets. Really, when I say many I mean MANY! Usually it would bother me but I'm really cold! I've got to tell them about what happened. But I suddenly become preoccupied by the relaxing warmth that soon overcomes me. Someone is rubbing my hand...I didn't even realize it was so cold...
"Thanks..." I manage to muster. I just realized how lucky I was they did find me. I notice for the first time it's Gerard who's rubbing my hand. Michelle and Elliot are talking to eachother nearby...I wonder what they're talking about...but I think it's better to sleep now...
Four hours later I feel a whole lot warmer and can talk to people. Now that I have my chance, I need to tell them about the car thing...but the truth is I can't. I don't want to cause anymore trouble and I'm probably fine.