Love As Fabulous As A Killjoy
Helena
I study Frank's tattoo, where have I seen this before? I try to remember but nothing comes to mind. Frank smirks at me then pushes past me lightly. I stand there still in awe.
"Did you just get that?" Ray asks.
"Yeah," Frank replies.
"Didn't it hurt?" Bob asks.
"Eh, not really," Frank replies shrugging off the question.
I turn around to see everyone huddling around him admiring it. I walk past them and sit in my desk chair. I spin it around so I could look at everyone, I cross my legs and cross my arms.
"So what made you get the tattoo?" I finally spoke up.
"Ah, well I have wanted to get a tattoo for a while now but I didn't know what. Then when wondering around the halls of school I had the greatest idea," Frank replied.
"Hm"
"Well now that you are here I can show you some guitar ideas I came up with for our next song," Ray says as he walks back to his work station and Frank follows. Mikey and Bob sit next to each other on the floor and show each other what they have been working on.
"What's the name of the song?" Frank asks everyone.
"That's a good question, so far this is all we have for the song," I spoke up.
"Let me see," Frank takes a few papers which have lyrics on it.
"Oh baby here comes the sound!
I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine.
This is how we like to do it in the murder scene.
Can we settle up the score?" I sang the beginning part for that was all I knew.
"I like this, I like this a lot," Frank states as he reads and smiles, "Ray pass me your papers and guitar."
"Alright, here you go," Ray replies as he hands him his stuff. Frank takes it from him and places the papers on the bed and begins to play the notes. I start to sing along, and soon Mikey has his bass in hand and begins to play.
"Does anyone want a drink?" I ask once we finished playing and catch our breathes.
"Yeah," Ray replies.
"Ditto," Bob coughs trying to catch his breath still.
"I'll come with you to help," Mikey says as he puts his bass down, "Frank would you like anything?"
"Um... Nah I'm good."
Mikes and I head to the kitchen when suddenly we hear yelling coming from upstairs. We look at each other with worried looks and run up stairs. Our Grandpa opens the door and see's us standing there.
"Quick call 911," He tells us.
I run downstairs into the kitchen and pick up the phone then begin to dial the number. In less than 10 minutes an Ambulance was outside our house and our Grandmother was in a gurney. We walk outside and watch it pull away. Mikey is standing behind me and I turn around to see him ready to cry. I pull him close to me and he begins to cry, I can tell by how his shoulders were shaking so much. I didn’t want to cry but it just happened and soon we were on our knees hugging each other crying.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I wipe my eyes to see it was Frank. He has this sad puppy dog look and it made me tear up more. He helps me up and gives me a hug then gives Mikey a hug. Soon Bob hugged me and so did Ray.
“G..g..guys, we b..b..better head over to th…the hospital,” I stutter as I sniffle and try to stop crying.
“I’ll drive,” Ray volunteers.
“Thanks,” Mikey replies.
We all hop into Ray’s car and head over to the hospital. The drive over there was very awkward for no one said anything the whole car ride. We arrived at the hospital, Mikey and I ran in out of breath trying to ask what number our Grandmother’s room is.
“Room 209,” the women replied sweetly.
We dashed out of the lobby and to her room; we get to the hallway where her room is located. We enter her room and there she was laying there but it wasn’t her. My Grandfather was sobbing and looked up to see us panting and walks over to us.
“I’m sorry boys, but…” Grandpa broke off and I stood there in shock.
“No…no…NO!” I yelled. Mikey hugs me and I stood there with no expression, I didn’t move. I hear footsteps come up from behind us. Then with a bunch of gasps, I run out devastated. I didn’t run back I just kept running, I knew there was a park nearby. I started to slow down when I got to the park. I walked over the swing set and sat down.
She’s gone.
"Did you just get that?" Ray asks.
"Yeah," Frank replies.
"Didn't it hurt?" Bob asks.
"Eh, not really," Frank replies shrugging off the question.
I turn around to see everyone huddling around him admiring it. I walk past them and sit in my desk chair. I spin it around so I could look at everyone, I cross my legs and cross my arms.
"So what made you get the tattoo?" I finally spoke up.
"Ah, well I have wanted to get a tattoo for a while now but I didn't know what. Then when wondering around the halls of school I had the greatest idea," Frank replied.
"Hm"
"Well now that you are here I can show you some guitar ideas I came up with for our next song," Ray says as he walks back to his work station and Frank follows. Mikey and Bob sit next to each other on the floor and show each other what they have been working on.
"What's the name of the song?" Frank asks everyone.
"That's a good question, so far this is all we have for the song," I spoke up.
"Let me see," Frank takes a few papers which have lyrics on it.
"Oh baby here comes the sound!
I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine.
This is how we like to do it in the murder scene.
Can we settle up the score?" I sang the beginning part for that was all I knew.
"I like this, I like this a lot," Frank states as he reads and smiles, "Ray pass me your papers and guitar."
"Alright, here you go," Ray replies as he hands him his stuff. Frank takes it from him and places the papers on the bed and begins to play the notes. I start to sing along, and soon Mikey has his bass in hand and begins to play.
"Does anyone want a drink?" I ask once we finished playing and catch our breathes.
"Yeah," Ray replies.
"Ditto," Bob coughs trying to catch his breath still.
"I'll come with you to help," Mikey says as he puts his bass down, "Frank would you like anything?"
"Um... Nah I'm good."
Mikes and I head to the kitchen when suddenly we hear yelling coming from upstairs. We look at each other with worried looks and run up stairs. Our Grandpa opens the door and see's us standing there.
"Quick call 911," He tells us.
I run downstairs into the kitchen and pick up the phone then begin to dial the number. In less than 10 minutes an Ambulance was outside our house and our Grandmother was in a gurney. We walk outside and watch it pull away. Mikey is standing behind me and I turn around to see him ready to cry. I pull him close to me and he begins to cry, I can tell by how his shoulders were shaking so much. I didn’t want to cry but it just happened and soon we were on our knees hugging each other crying.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I wipe my eyes to see it was Frank. He has this sad puppy dog look and it made me tear up more. He helps me up and gives me a hug then gives Mikey a hug. Soon Bob hugged me and so did Ray.
“G..g..guys, we b..b..better head over to th…the hospital,” I stutter as I sniffle and try to stop crying.
“I’ll drive,” Ray volunteers.
“Thanks,” Mikey replies.
We all hop into Ray’s car and head over to the hospital. The drive over there was very awkward for no one said anything the whole car ride. We arrived at the hospital, Mikey and I ran in out of breath trying to ask what number our Grandmother’s room is.
“Room 209,” the women replied sweetly.
We dashed out of the lobby and to her room; we get to the hallway where her room is located. We enter her room and there she was laying there but it wasn’t her. My Grandfather was sobbing and looked up to see us panting and walks over to us.
“I’m sorry boys, but…” Grandpa broke off and I stood there in shock.
“No…no…NO!” I yelled. Mikey hugs me and I stood there with no expression, I didn’t move. I hear footsteps come up from behind us. Then with a bunch of gasps, I run out devastated. I didn’t run back I just kept running, I knew there was a park nearby. I started to slow down when I got to the park. I walked over the swing set and sat down.
She’s gone.
Notes
WOW I'm so sorry I havent unpdated in forever. I just have no admiration to write this anymore but recently I have been feeling all artsy and felt like shit not finishing or updating. DONT WORRY! I am continuing this story... my updates will be everywhere but I will update! ILOVEYOUGUYS!Song of the day: Pumpin Blood -NONONO
~Mysterious Lyz
@Loser for Life
its okay. heehee, i'm just looking forward to when you do. :)
4/22/14