Status: Work in Progress
Anonymous
01
Brian's POV
“Is that Morrissey?” Zacky questioned sitting down beside me on the couch.
“Yeah man,” I couldn't help but smile at the rhythm guitar player beside me.
“When are you just going to tell her?” Val snapped at me, from her place beside Matt.
Morrissey Smith, the girl I had never met, the too young journalist major who lived in Nashville. The girl I could barely spend half an hour without thinking about. She was gorgeous and smart, my favorite combination of flavors. At first she was just good conversation but slowly it changed to something else. Now a year later I was wrapped in too many lies to tell her the truth, no matter how bad I wanted to. After Michelle and I had broken up Mor was a breath of fresh air; there was no pressure to be anyone but me, Brian from Huntington Beach CA. She didn't know about Synyster Gates,the band, the reputation of woman, drugs and liquor.
“She doesn't need to know,” I sighed I figured as long as I lied to myself I could lie to her too, “We are in two different places in life,”
“That is such bull,” Val snapped. I should of never told them about her. “It has been almost two years!” They all knew everything I did about her, I couldn't keep from talking about her; soon they were stalking her out online and it was like we all were infatuated with the girl.
“We are going on tour again, there is no point in telling her now, I won't be in one place long enough,” an excuse I used for far too long. We had been on tour for years and almost every tour we stopped in Nashville and I wondered if she was out there, just breathes from me. I spent most of my time in Nashville hiding out in the bus or watching out the hotel window hoping by some chance she would walk by just so I could know she was real.
The phone in front of me lit up again and a dumb ass smile that always showed when I saw her name flash across my phone gave me away again.
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Mor's POV
“That is such bullshit!” My best friend and dorm mate Beck yelled when I told her about Julia stealing my piece, again. “That whore can't keep getting away with this!” we had met my freshman year and her sophomore at first we hadn't gotten along she had a pretty shitty room mate her freshman year and she was afraid I was going to be the same way but after a few weeks we formed a strange bond and had lived together for the last two years.
“She will and she does,” I rolled my eyes, “I've got to pick my battles!” I picked up some cheese fries off my plate. Beck and I were complete opposites, she was a mass communications major with her major dreams of being on The View, she had never heard of Nirvana and together we really looked like a strange pair but we worked.
“I'd punch her right in the face,” she squeezed her manicured hand into a fist, “She'll get what is coming to her,”
“You putting out a hit on her?” I laughed, Beck was from Chicago and she usually felt that the correct way of letting someone know they were wrong was beating their ass. “Listen, I'd love to knock her ass out flat, but I want a job there, after this damn internship!” I loved the environment, almost all of the people and the opportunities that arose as the magazine.
“I don't understand why you don't just work for you Dad,” She had been helping him out this year, his studio stayed busy now that it had gotten some local popularity from local bands and now was a hot spot for more famous artists to record at in Music City. “There is plenty of work to do,”
“Because, how does that help me with Journalism?” I questioned the blond eating another fry while she picked on her plate. “I don't want to be my Dad's assistant, I want to travel, write articles about life on the road and see something other than Tennessee!” My phone beeped on the table and I quickly pulled it down onto my lap hoping she wouldn't see the screen.
“Is that the creeper again?” she sat up straight.
“He's not a creeper!” I defended Brian.
“Mor! You've been talking to him for almost two year and you've never seen a picture of him! Hell you don't even know his last name!” she was right, but I knew, everything inside me did that he wasn't some creepy old man or some sort of Catfish. Maybe he wasn't the most attractive thing and was keeping his photos to himself but that didn't matter not after all this time! There was something about Brian from California that kept me intrigued, interested after years and years of other guys who had tried and failed. Beck and I had tried to find out more about him but when all you really knew is he was 27 and from California your searches came up less than satisfactory.
I quickly looked down at the screen and couldn't help but smirk at the message.
Miss you! How was work?
I quickly sent him back a message about Julia and instantly fell back into a good mood.
“What is lover boy up to?” she questioned pulling out her debt card from her purse, unfortunately neither of us could cook and we had to eat out every night, so we took turns paying hoping to keep everything even.
“Working I'm sure,” I wasn't sure what exactly that entailed, I knew he traveled a lot for his job and it was in the music industry but that was all.
The phone vibrated again and I looked down expecting it to be a message back from Brian about how I should let her boss know she was stealing my work but instead it was a message from Jessica.
Ms. Bitch appendix exploded !too bad :(I knew she was rolling her eyes at that point Good news for you, she was assigned to go on a complete tour and, well I don't want to go! So pack your bags and talk to your student advisor you leave Monday.
I reread the message not sure if it was a joke or not and quickly I showed it to Beck.
“Holy shit! That is huge! I knew making friends with her would pay off!” I couldn't quite believe it as I message her back quickly instantly getting a response back
Yes, I'm serious! You've been doing her work for a year now may as well get paid for it! I put my ass on the line for this don't disappoint me! P.S you've heard of Avenged something right?
“Is that Morrissey?” Zacky questioned sitting down beside me on the couch.
“Yeah man,” I couldn't help but smile at the rhythm guitar player beside me.
“When are you just going to tell her?” Val snapped at me, from her place beside Matt.
Morrissey Smith, the girl I had never met, the too young journalist major who lived in Nashville. The girl I could barely spend half an hour without thinking about. She was gorgeous and smart, my favorite combination of flavors. At first she was just good conversation but slowly it changed to something else. Now a year later I was wrapped in too many lies to tell her the truth, no matter how bad I wanted to. After Michelle and I had broken up Mor was a breath of fresh air; there was no pressure to be anyone but me, Brian from Huntington Beach CA. She didn't know about Synyster Gates,the band, the reputation of woman, drugs and liquor.
“She doesn't need to know,” I sighed I figured as long as I lied to myself I could lie to her too, “We are in two different places in life,”
“That is such bull,” Val snapped. I should of never told them about her. “It has been almost two years!” They all knew everything I did about her, I couldn't keep from talking about her; soon they were stalking her out online and it was like we all were infatuated with the girl.
“We are going on tour again, there is no point in telling her now, I won't be in one place long enough,” an excuse I used for far too long. We had been on tour for years and almost every tour we stopped in Nashville and I wondered if she was out there, just breathes from me. I spent most of my time in Nashville hiding out in the bus or watching out the hotel window hoping by some chance she would walk by just so I could know she was real.
The phone in front of me lit up again and a dumb ass smile that always showed when I saw her name flash across my phone gave me away again.
–
Mor's POV
“That is such bullshit!” My best friend and dorm mate Beck yelled when I told her about Julia stealing my piece, again. “That whore can't keep getting away with this!” we had met my freshman year and her sophomore at first we hadn't gotten along she had a pretty shitty room mate her freshman year and she was afraid I was going to be the same way but after a few weeks we formed a strange bond and had lived together for the last two years.
“She will and she does,” I rolled my eyes, “I've got to pick my battles!” I picked up some cheese fries off my plate. Beck and I were complete opposites, she was a mass communications major with her major dreams of being on The View, she had never heard of Nirvana and together we really looked like a strange pair but we worked.
“I'd punch her right in the face,” she squeezed her manicured hand into a fist, “She'll get what is coming to her,”
“You putting out a hit on her?” I laughed, Beck was from Chicago and she usually felt that the correct way of letting someone know they were wrong was beating their ass. “Listen, I'd love to knock her ass out flat, but I want a job there, after this damn internship!” I loved the environment, almost all of the people and the opportunities that arose as the magazine.
“I don't understand why you don't just work for you Dad,” She had been helping him out this year, his studio stayed busy now that it had gotten some local popularity from local bands and now was a hot spot for more famous artists to record at in Music City. “There is plenty of work to do,”
“Because, how does that help me with Journalism?” I questioned the blond eating another fry while she picked on her plate. “I don't want to be my Dad's assistant, I want to travel, write articles about life on the road and see something other than Tennessee!” My phone beeped on the table and I quickly pulled it down onto my lap hoping she wouldn't see the screen.
“Is that the creeper again?” she sat up straight.
“He's not a creeper!” I defended Brian.
“Mor! You've been talking to him for almost two year and you've never seen a picture of him! Hell you don't even know his last name!” she was right, but I knew, everything inside me did that he wasn't some creepy old man or some sort of Catfish. Maybe he wasn't the most attractive thing and was keeping his photos to himself but that didn't matter not after all this time! There was something about Brian from California that kept me intrigued, interested after years and years of other guys who had tried and failed. Beck and I had tried to find out more about him but when all you really knew is he was 27 and from California your searches came up less than satisfactory.
I quickly looked down at the screen and couldn't help but smirk at the message.
Miss you! How was work?
I quickly sent him back a message about Julia and instantly fell back into a good mood.
“What is lover boy up to?” she questioned pulling out her debt card from her purse, unfortunately neither of us could cook and we had to eat out every night, so we took turns paying hoping to keep everything even.
“Working I'm sure,” I wasn't sure what exactly that entailed, I knew he traveled a lot for his job and it was in the music industry but that was all.
The phone vibrated again and I looked down expecting it to be a message back from Brian about how I should let her boss know she was stealing my work but instead it was a message from Jessica.
Ms. Bitch appendix exploded !too bad :(I knew she was rolling her eyes at that point Good news for you, she was assigned to go on a complete tour and, well I don't want to go! So pack your bags and talk to your student advisor you leave Monday.
I reread the message not sure if it was a joke or not and quickly I showed it to Beck.
“Holy shit! That is huge! I knew making friends with her would pay off!” I couldn't quite believe it as I message her back quickly instantly getting a response back
Yes, I'm serious! You've been doing her work for a year now may as well get paid for it! I put my ass on the line for this don't disappoint me! P.S you've heard of Avenged something right?