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only one person will really understand all this, but laff your asses off anyway...   Jonny: Mattykins, I found a closet!!! Mat: Okay Jonny! Jon: Theres even a file cabinet in there! Mat: Oooh, sexy!! Jon: It ain't papers they're keeping in there kids!! Mat: Far from it! Jon: I found sumthin else, Mattykins! Mat: Oh, what? Jon: A whip in the teachers lounge! Teachers get pretty kinky on their breaks, kids! Mat: Jonny,....wanna go in the closet?  Jon: Oooooh, yes, Mattykins!! We'll be right back, kids! (yells from inside closet... Jon: Mat, calm down!!!  Mat: Why? Jon: Cuz I can't get your zipper undone! continuing yells and moans....) 45 minutes later... Jon:  Okay kids, we're back, I'm a little out of breath, but let's not get into that right now... Mat: OKay kids, that was this week's edition of 'What's In The School Closets?', we'll be back next week! Yells in back.... Mat: Jonny, wanna go back in? Jon: Okay!

Hey guys, it's Catherine!!

I'm back on buzznet.

I have a new Fanfic all ready for you, it'll be posted soon.

It's called Walk The Night.

I hope you like it!!

Message me.

(for all of my actual friends, this is key's lover.)

"You've got to fucking stop this!" she yelled after finding yet anotther syringe in his coat pocket. "Why? Nothing's happening to me." "You're dying wiL. You may not see it now, but every time you do this shit you kill another part of yourself.Think of all the people your letting down, the fans." wiL snorted. "Doesn't matter. Because they don't really care about me. All they care about is that I'm hot and keep making music. Besides, it's fun, Alice." "Fine! Kill yourself, then! But one day your going to lose someone you love because of this shit, and maybe then you'll realize what it does to people." Alice said. "Whatever. No one dies from this stuff." "Just wait, wiL." Alice said as she turned to leave, slamming the door behind her. "Just wait."she repeated to herself. Over the next month, Alice and wiL were constantly on drugs, though for Alice it was a new experience. She was progressivley getting worse and worse, with constant hangovers and almst always being high. SOME TIME LATER... "Hey Alice, it's wiL. I wanted to apologize about that fight, and hope you aren't still too mad at me to want to talk.Call me back when you can, bye."he left the message on her phone, wondering why she hadn't answered, Alice always answered her phone. A WEEK LATER... Alice Smith Died of suspected overdose on heroin Had clean record up until about a month ago Will be sorely missed. RIP. wiL's hand shook as he read the obituary notice about his friend."Why didn't I just listen to you, Alice? You were right the whole time, but I just wouldn't listen." A FEW DAYS LATER... William (wiL) Francis Died of unknown reasons Was found holding an article about a young girl who died a week ago Lead singer for the band Aiden.RIP.

Jake's POV

"Jake, I'm back! And I brought a friend, too." Great, now I had an unwanted guest. One of her chatty girlfriends, interrupting my quiet dinner. I'd just have to let it not bother me, if only to make her happy.

"Jake, this is wiL."she introduced."wiL, this s my fiancee, Jake." I looked at this guy, and the first thing I wanted to do was scream GAY! at him, because he had to be, that or in a band.

"Hello, Jake." He was quiet, and I wondered how long they had known each other. As far as I was concerned, he needed to stop talking to her and get a life. I'd make sure he knew, too.

Christine's POV

I looked between them, knowing it wasn't gonna work to try and get them to be friends.

"So, ready to eat, guys? I'll go get it started, then." I walked between them, hpoing maybe while I worked they'd try to act civil and get to know each other. But the steaks had been in the oven less than five minutes when wiL walked in, saying he needed to talk to me.

"About what? Can't it wait til dinner?"

"No, I can't say it in front of him."

"Well, wait till after dinner, I do still have to take you back to your car later."

"Okay. Uhmm, can I help with anything to get ready?" I guess wiL and Jake weren't getting along as hoped. And I wasn't going to force it.

"Uh, yeah, Here, take the dishes and set the table, that will help."

All through dinner it was awkward for me, having an ex-boyfriend and a fiancee in the same house will do that to you. I felt so bad for wiL, because I noticed the pained expression on his face when Jake took my hand in his and rested it on the table. And judging by the look on his face, so did Jake.

wiL's POV

"You're an excellent cook, Christine, you always have been." I looked at her as I said it, noticing she was blushing. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Yeah, down the hall, second door on the right. You sure you're not still sick?" Christine was caring like that, to everyone. I couldn't answer her, though, the thought of what I was going to do was enough to make me sick, after what she had said on the drive here. As I walked down the hall, I could hear Jake teling her something. I couldn't believe she'd go out with that loser, but at least she was happy.

"I only wish it was me with her." I said to myself as I closed and locked the bathroom door,and pulled out my pocketknife, knowing it wouldn't make her any happier to know I was doing this. I pushed my sleeve up, seeing the scars criss-crossing my many tattos, and put the blade to my arm. For a second I felt nothing, but then as the blade came away I saw the shining red line on my arm, then the momentary pain that came with it. I let it bleed for a litle bit, then cleaned it up, so she wouldn't see it if blood dripped down my hand.

"I'm sorry, Christine. I let you down."

 

Christine's POV

He released his arms from aroind my back, and I could tell he was fighting not to believe me, or hoping I would say I was kidding. I pulled my arms away, looking down, not wishing to see the hurt look I knew would be on his face.

"Oh, well, uh, this is kinda awkward. I'l just , uh, go. Bye, Christine. See you around, maybe." He turned to leave, but I couldn't let him. I grabbed his hand, and saw him look down at it. I did, tto, and saw my engagement ring. I knew wiL would be fighting the urge to cry, he wasn't as emotionless as he acted.

"wiL, please don't go. I want you to come.....home with me. Stay for dinner. Please?" It might hurt him more, but I hoped that the chance to spend time together and catch up would outweigh it.

"I guess I could. I don't really have anywhere important to go. It won't be a problem with your fiancee, will it?" Oh, that was a smart move wiL, real smart.

"No, it'll be fine. I promise." I led him to my car, and noticed, sadly, that he didn't look as happy as he had when  I jumped into his arms.

wiL's POV

I couldn't believe Christine was engaged. I had hoped that she still loved me as much as I did her, but I guess a lot of things change over two years time, esecially if you haven't seen each other in that long.

"wiL, are you okay? You look sick." Oh, shit.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine, just got over a cold, actually. But yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay, that's good. I mean, I hope you haven't gotten into drinking, or drugs. Or even that pathetic wrist cutting stuff. It's not worth it, and it's pointless, you're just killing yourself faster. There not ways of helping yourslef, it just makes it worse."

I unconsciuosly pulled my hoodie sleeve farther down my hand, and remebered a party a few days ago. She'd hit everything right on, and I knew if she found out I'd never have a chance to talk to her again."Yeah, it's not worth it. Ruins your life, costs you friends."

Christine's POV

I looked at wiL, and wondered if he was lying or not. He was in a band, so you never knew. I knew that most band guys ended up on drugs at some time.

"So, how are the guys?" Something flashed across his face, sadness?

"Don't know, Aiden broke up a year ago." His voice was shaking, I knew how much his band had meant to him.

"I'm so sorry, wiL. I didn't know. I'm sorry." I reached ove and slid my hand into his. He took it, and I wondered how much had changed in his life. More importantly, how much he wasn't going to tell me had changed.

 

 

wiL's POV

"wiL, please don't be sorry. It wasn't your fault." We were standing in the middle of a parking lt, so I pulled her over to the side, an older couple was waiting to go down the row.

"No, no, Christine, it was my fault. I should've asked you about what was going on, but I couldn't I was afraid you would lie to me. So, I left. I never should have."

"No, I should've chosen my friends more carefully. I don't blame you at all. She even had me fooled into thinking I could trust her." Christine looked up at me, and I saw that look in her eyes. The one I had learned long ago meant she would not argue the subject anymore.

"Okay, fine, you win, I give up. Can you come with me? I wanna catch up!" Her face changed to excitement, but then to sadness so fast I wondered if I had only imagined the first. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Christine's POV

"Okay, fine, you win, I give up. Can you comewith me? I wanna catch up!" I was so happy, but couldn't, and he noticed. "What's wrog? Are you okay?"

"No,not exactly. wiL, I don't know how to tell you this." I didn't want to break his heart, but I couldn't lie to him about it.

"Tell me what? What are you talking about?" The thought of what his face would look like almost made me cry again, but this time in sadness.

"wiL, I'm engaged."

 

Christine's POV

"Christine, is that you? Hey, wait up! I need to talk to you!" It was a voice I had been dying to hear for almost two and a half years. I couldn't believe he had finally found me, I'd moved around a lot lately.

"wiL, is that you?" I said, barely above a whisper. I had stopped, but not turned, because I didn't want it to be just another memory of the past that just seemed real.

"Oh Christine, I'm so happy to see you again, it's been so long."

That was all I needed to hear. I turned around, throwing myself into his arms, and  feeling like a long open wound had finally healed.

wiL's POV

Christine stopped, and I heard her whisper something to me."wiL, is that you?"Why wouldn't she look at me? I had been looking for her for more than two years, and she wouldn't even look at me?

"Oh, Christine,I'm so hapy to see you again, it's been so long." I had barely finished my sentence when she turned, throwing herself into my arms.Christine had buried her face in my shoulder, and I could feel her shaking, she was crying?

"Oh god, wiL, I missed you so much!" She choked out between sobs. I couldn't figure out what to say, I didn't want to ruin this moment.

"I missed you too, Christine. I'm so sorry I left you."

 

ok, so i still havent finished Walk the Night, but i started a new story thats really short that im gonna post. ill get back to WtN whenever i feel like it, but i will, i promise

The thought about the rumor was still runnin through my head at the end of the day. It was third hour when I'd last seen Frank, but he hadn't been in sixth hour Science. I began worrying about him, how badly was he hurt. I decided to call him when I got home that night.

"...555-8463." I recited under my breath as I dialed, making sure I had the right number.

He picked up on the sixth ring."Hello?" He sounded stuffly, like he had a cold, so I assumed he had broken his nose.

"Frank? It's Amanda. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Nurse sent me home though, and I'm suspended for a couple of days."

"Aw, Frank, you shouldn't do something that would get you in trouble for me, I'm not worth it."

"No, believe me, it's not the worst thing I've done. But , what was said, and knowing you...." he trailed off.

"Are you gonna tell me what they said?" I asked softly, not wanting to push him.

"I don't know if I should. I mean, the way you act, at school in Hollywod it's perfect, no one gets jealous and starts rumors, and if you're not used to them it's got a big impact on you, and, well, here in Jersey rumors can get pretty nasty depending on who starts them and how far they spread." His tone bothered me,in a ba way. After all, he had heard it, not me, so he knew if it was bad by "Jersey standards."

"What do you think of it? Why would someone start it?"

"Well, it's pretty bad, but not the worst. I'm gonna guess that it's one of Mikey's old friends or ex-girlfriend, and that she's jealous of you being with him. It was pretty much about how you're only playing sweet and innocent for him, but then you go off and party, get drunk, and have sex with random guys on the weekends or after school when you're not with him. And I don't believe a word of it. I stick up for my friends, there's  very few things I wouldn't do for them. But don't worry about it. Rumors never last long here, I promise." I could tell his promise was sincere, and not just trying to get me to feel better, but having a rumor about me that seemed to have no base seemed hurtful. "And it was a guy saying it, I didn't beat up a girl, just in case you were wondering."

"Thanks, I won't worry about it, it's you I'm worried about!" I heard a snort of laughter on his end, then choking back laughter. "Honest Frank! You get in a fight, then tell me it's not the worst you've done? What are you, a druggie?" Now he burst out laughing. "Well, then I can't hang out with you anymore, I'm a good child!..."

I talked to him for a while, if only to clear my mind of the rumor. Frank was easy to talk to, with his always at the ready humor coming in at the right spots. I realized how much I'd been missing out on in Hollywood (Hollyhell, as Frank called it), where everyone was pressured to be perfect, and no one had humor. Wait till my old friends met my new ones!

 

A few days later, I decided to go back to school. My teachers had been informed of what had happned, so I wasn't punished. Much. Frank and Ray were mad at me for not being there and making them worry, even though Mikey had told them I was okay. Even his mother had called to check up on me.

It turned out that, since I had been standing next to him, Gerard had caught me before I hit the floor. And after that day, I'd noticed a change in him. I saw him more, and at those times he was rarely carrying a sketchbook, and he seemed less pale, as if he got out in the sun more, but still not enough for a normal person.

Mikey and I were dating now. He didn't make it a piont for everyone to know, as was custom in Hollywood, and I found I didn't mind myself. Unlike most guys, he wasn't all over me, didn't try to get in my pants on the second date or whatever. I liked him.

Frank was more protective of me than ever. Someone had found out that my dad had died, and though most students were sympathetic, there were always a few that had to cause problems and shit. I saw Frank walking to the nusre with a bloody nose one day soon after.

"Oh my god, Frank! What happened?"

"Got in a fight." I wondered how he could talk through all the blood pouring out of his nose. "Some aasshole sayin' shit about you again."

"You shouldn't do that for me. Most people are sympathetic-"

"It wasn't that."His voice was cold.

"Then what was it?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to know what rumors could be started here, I was never a victim in Hollywood. Mainly because they didn''t exist there.

"Nothing I believe you would have done."

"Tell me, please?" What reputation could I have after three weeks?

"Later, I gotta get this fixed." he said, pointing at his nose and walking into the office.

I vaugley wondered if I should wait for him. I decided not to, since I would get detention, again.

hey everyone that reads my fic, just to let you know, im back, and if been back since tuesday nite, but just never got around to posting more of the story.but im putting more up tonite, and then on monday, since im not really suppsed to be on here.

 

luvs, cat

Life sucks, we all know this.

But there's always gonna be someone who has it worse than you, remember that.

And I think I've finally hit bottom.My frienda have tried to pull me up,...

But I don't really know if I have friends. I mean, sure there's people I hang out with at school, and I supposedly have a best friend, but....it doesn't seem right. We don't know everything about each other like best friends do, we don't hang out away from school (ok, maybe tht's cuz mom hates her, also a problem), I mean god, we don't even tell each other our personal problems! It seems like everytime I make a new friend, old ones leave me. My two oldest friends of 6 years ditched me a few months ago, and though I"ve told my current friends I didn't care, it's tearing me apart inside, and I don't know what to do. I feel like I get ditched a lot by them at school, they wander off on their own and leave me behind, or completly cut me out of conversations.

 I guess this is mostly for my friends, to let them see what's happening to me, and our friendship. I've told them before, and for a few days it's okay, then it goes right back to how  things were before. I'm just too much of a coward to actually tell them "Look, if this is how you're gonna treat me, then I'm gone!", so its not really gonna go anywhere is it?

Maybe it would be different if mom didn't hate them, but she does, and there's nothing we can do about it. So, friends who know that I'm talking about them, I hope you  realize that this is happening, and maybe you'll do something to change it next year, if I come back. You know what that's about.I've had a friend talk to you about it before, at least he said he did, (you know which friend I mean), but it didn't really change anything, like I'd hoped. PLease don't let our friendship fade away, like so many others of mine. You're the only ones I have left, and without you......or maybe you're better off without me, it seems like a lot our you're problems have staarted since you became my friends.

I'm sorry if you get pissed at me for saying all that, but it's the truth, and if something isn't done it will fall apart.

 

Cat

 

 

I woke up in my own , room, my own bed, and thought it had all been a dream.

"Amanda?" The voice was barely above a whisper, but brought me back to reality. "Are you okay?" It was Mikey. I assumed that him and Frank had brought me home, and that it must be a few hours later.

"Yeah, I'm okay. What time is it?"

"Well, first off, it's Monday, about 12 midnight." He sounded very concerned.

"Monday, 12....midnight? Mom let you come over this late, early, whatever?"

"No, she let me stay. Frank would've, but he had to go places. School."

"You stayed? That's so nice, but your mom? Won't she be worried? Or is she okay with it?"

"She saw you pass out, of course she's okay with it." His voice was closer now, he was sitting next to me on the bed."Speaking of which, why did you pass out?" And then it came back to me, in a sudden rush that just makes your head spin.

"My,... my dad,was .....he was....." No! I wouldn't allow my self to cry in front of him.

"Shhh, it's okay, I get it. You don't have to explain." I realized that he'd pulled me into his arms, or I'd put myself there.

"He, he.....he was ......supposed to come back today......" Too late, I was crying in his arms. I felt him push me back, as if my sudden outburst of tears had scared him. The I felt his hand wiping them away. As he pulled me back, he started talking to me in a low voice.

"Amanda, I know I could never understand what you're going through unless it happened to me, too. But I'm here for you, always. So are Frank and Ray, and Gerard."

I wasn't being pulled back to his shoulder. One of his hands left my back, and moved to me cheek."Always and forever." He said. He was close, too close. I could feel his lips moving, feel his breath on my face.

Our lips meet, and for a few moments it was as if I'd lost consciousness all over again.

Gerard was there."Hey man! Feel that quake?"Mikey called out to him as we walked in.

"It wasn't a quake."
"Whadaya mean?"
"Not a quake." Gerard pressed some buttons on the TV remote.
"... there have now been two planes that have hit the Twin Towers, the first caused the Northern Tower to collapse, and the resulting shockwave and the second plane caused the other Tower to collapse. No word yet on causalties or deaths. Rescue teams are..."

"See? Not a quake. A couple of terrorists hijacked the planes and flew hem into the Twin Towers. As far as they know, no survivors. The impact from the derbris on the ground was so powerful they could alost feel it in Detroit. They can't get anyone in or out because the rubble is so bad..."Gerard's voice seemed to fade away from me.

I was somewhat conscious when my knees hit the floor, and as I completley lost consciousness, the last things I saw and heard were Mikey and Frank jumping for me, and someone yelling my name.

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"So, Mom, a couple of my friends invited e out tommorow, is that okay?" My plan was to tell her that I'd be meeing other people there in a group, so that she wouldn't worry about...well,anything. And my dad was in New York at the Twin Towers for a business meeting, so at least I had to deal with the easy parent.

"Hmmm? Oh, yes dear, it's okay, just don't do anything stupid or get yourself hurt."

"Mom, I'm 16, stupidity is my life!!!But anyway, my friend Mikey's gonna give me a ride, so he'll be here at maybe noonish?"

"'He'll be here?' Is this a guy, this Mikey?" Now she has paying attention.

"Yes, Mikey's a guy, but he's just a friend, and he lives closest to us, so it's easier for him. And... Frank and Ray will be with him too."

"Mikey, Frank,and Ray? Honey, are you going to be meeting others wherever you're going, or are you just going to their house?..." She trailed off in a tone that hinted that I should tell her what we were doing.

"Realx, we're going to the movies, we might see two, then go eat. I'm not gonna have sex with them! That's next weekend!" I got the evil eye." Just kidding!! Honestly it was a joke!!"

"That better be all. And I'm meeting these people giving you a ride."

Those were the words I feared. Mikey wouldn't be a problem, Ray would probably be okay. I was worried about Frank. My mom had a fine line when it came to people who were respectful, and Frank was miles away from it. I'd have to see if Icould get out the door before mom came downstairs. Fat chance.

I woke up Saturday with the feeling that something bad would happen. But I figured it was just nerves, mom wanting to meet my friends and all.I rolled over, shut off the alarm, and looked at the Nightmare Before Christmas calendar I'd insited on having every year since I'd seen the movie. Saturday, September 11th, with the words "Movie, Mikey's to hang" written in purple pen, and two days later, Monday, September 13th, "Dad comes home". Looking at today's date, the nervous feeling came back again, but I brushed it off. It didn't come back during my normal routine of get dressed (dark flare jeans, plain white shirt, sandals, basic black purse),  straightening my hair, face, makeup, breakfast. At 7:30, I went downstairs, but, damn it all, mom was there waiting already.

At 8, we heard car doors open, then slam, and footsteps coming up our porch. Ding!Ding! Mom was at the door before I'd even gotten out of the chair. Please let it just be Mikey, please god please! No luck, Frank's uplifting laughter was coming through the door.

"Manda, are these your friends? Would you introduce me?"

"Yes, Mom. This is Mikey"
"Hello Mikey."
"Hello Mrs. Mourgen."
"Ray."
"Hello, Ray."
"Hello."
"And Frank."
"Hello, Frank." No tone of voice except for disapproval.

I moved myself over by Frank, and whispered to him. " You don't exactly make it onto her good list."
"Yeah, I can tell!" He whispered back.

"Mom we're going now, kay?"
"Yes, see you later, bye!" She was still looking daggers at Frank.

And then it came back, that nervous, anxiuos feeling that something was wrong, or would go wrong. As we drove through town, it started. Slight at first, then faster, the tremors moving through the ground. Earthquake!

Mikey pulled the car over to the side of the road, and after a few seconds, it was gone."Damn. That's new." Frank whispered under his breath. "Well, it wasn't as large as usual, so it must be fine to go into town." He was trying to sound confident, but I could hear the fear in his voice.

 At the theater we agreed on Jeepers Creepers. Mikey and Frank sat on either side of me, and everytime Jeepres came up, I freaked out and buried my head in their shoulders. Frank laughed and pushed me off, Mikey would hug me, then laugh and push me off. After the movie, as planned, we went to Mikey's house and had completley forgotten about the earthquake.

Mikey lived in a nice house, set back from the road, and surrounded by trees.It was kept up and looked cozy and inviting. We walked up the steps and went inside, but ther was someone already there.

 

 

 

After a couple of days, I finally covinced myself that I wasn't the same person that moved from California.I'd discovered that inside was someone who didn't care about judgement,and just wanted to be herself. Mikey, Frank, and Ray, the guy that practically had an afro, were my new friends, the kind of friends I'd been looking for all my life. Lunch cosisted of jokes, yelling, laughing, and the occassional milk-out-of-the-nose effect. When things got to dull, it was Frank's impersonation of Mr. Green, the Science teacher, that got our table to explode in laughter, causing the rest of the lunch room to go quiet.

Mikey and Frank had become my big brothers. They didn't follow me around like puppies, but if they heard someone talking shit about me, they'd be there defending me, and if necessary, gaurding me from those who wanted to pummel me. And in return, I'd help them with work they couldn't understand, girl problems, and ocassionally re-applying Frank's eyeliner. I couldn't help it, I liked them.

After that first day, I didn't talk about Gerard, but on ocassion I would see him in the halls. I could see that he really was pale, as if he never saw sunlight, and that there were always at least two sketchbooks in his arms. A haunted sort of lok was always about him, as if he belonged in a horror movie, right next to Dracula and the Wolfman.

I was sitting in detention (late to class) when someone sat down in the seat next to me.

It was Ray. I hadn't seen him except for lunch, because his schedule was different.Frank was in my social studies and science classes, Mikey in algebra, health/p.e., social studies, science, and english. Really the only class I had alone was art.

"Whatcha here for?" Again the unexpected question interrupted my thoughts.

"Oh, just late to class agian. Locker jammed." I had never really noticed how curly his hair was before."You?"

"Arguing the piont with the teacher. He just got pissed off and wouldn't listen."

"Oh? Outsmarting the teacher, you nerd!" Response came in the form of a light punch to the shoulder. I had learned that Ray was the more mature of the group (not saying much!),so he didn't reduce to verbal retardedness very often. Maybe that was why I wasn't totally comfortable around him yet. I'd have to see if I could dumb him up a little bit. Mikey and Frank often told me that my goofiness was contagiouif it got bad enough.

"...so are you in?" Oops, wasn't listening.

"What?" He let out a long exxagerated sigh.

"I said, 'Mikey, Frank and I are gonna go catch a movie Saturday, then go chill at Mikey's house. We want you to come, so you can see the town, and then we'll also have a witness if we get into any stupid bets. So, are you in?'" Ray repeated in about seven seconds. I'd have to get him a medal for speed talking.

"Yeah, I'm in. But I don't know where the theater is, so you'll ahve to pick me up. Here, give this to Mikey, or whoever's driving." I handed him a piece of paper with my address and what time I'd be ready, because I did nort want them walking in on me sleeping, or other things.

"Cool! We'll see ya Saturday!" As he passed me to leave, he gave me a friendly, almost brotherly, pat on the back. I guessed I was accepted by Ray standars now too.

As he walked away, I realized that my parents would freak when a bunch of guys showed up to take me out. I'd have to tell them in advance. Would they think badly of me for having only guys friends?