|Take My Fucking Hand
Author: cardinaluncrazy PM
This a story is inspired by too many teen movies and my chemical romance. A dangerous combination if you ask me. Read to find out more.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 9 - Words: 13,567 - Reviews: 70 - Favs: 18 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 03-28-06 - Published: 08-23-05 - id: 1992107
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A/N Hey, kids, it's been awhile but I'm back, I've got a cup of starbucks in my hand and blank pages calling to me. Plus since the warped tour I've been listening to more My Chemical Romance than is good for a person. So, enjoy this solely SLIGHTY Gerard-esque main character and his leading lady (though she doesn't know it yet) a high school homecoming princess. Awww, so cliched, I'm sorry, I really am! But I hope you enjoy my slightly different take on this totally lame plot. I promise lots of music references and asshole boyfriends! You know you like it.
Hold My Fucking Hand
As Emily stepped out of the school she was very distracted. She had a date for Saturday night! Finally Luke had figured out she was interested in him. It had taken months of subtle hinting but finally! And it was definately worth it, he finally asked her to go to the movies and dinner with her. He was going to look so great, with his broad shoulders and his blond hair falling over his blue eyes. Oh, they were going to look so great together. If she played her cards right she might be wearing his varsity jacket that Monday.
"Hey! Watch it princess!" She heard a male voice exclaim as she bumped into him.
"Sorry." She shrugged. Looking down, the guy had black hair (so obviously dyed) that was hanging over his face and tight jeans that were spreading as he bent down to pick up his...whatever it was. She started to walk away.
"Hey, wanna help me sweetheart?" He said looking up. He had the brightest green eyes she had ever seen. They where, however, peering out of a face that most certainly did not deserve them. He had pale skin and dry lips. That's one thing that Emily could not stand, dry lips. Sure his weren't disgustingly white or bleedy. But just the same they were slightly puckered they way lips sometimes look when you wake up and are really thirsty. This boy needed some blistex, a better hair dresser and a day at the beach.
"I guess." She replied in a bored voice.
"Don't do me any favors, honey. You just knocked my extra credit science project onto the floor. A normal person would help pick it up without acted like she had such better things to do." He said glaring those perfect green eyes up at her.
"Sure." She said crouching down to help him pick up the pieces. An extra credit science project, that explained him. The pale skin from staying inside making formulas, the dry lips, he was obviously to busy thinking up a cure for cancer to buy chapstick. That didn't however explain the tight jeans, the black hair or his The Cure t-shirt and especially not the tear he had drawn in the corner of his eye with eyeliner.
"Oh my god. This is totally destroyed. I cannot believe this! I cannot fucking believe this!" He exclaimed in anger and, well disbelief.
"Listen, I'm really sorry, but I've got to go." She said hesitantly.
He looked up, "Oh, you're not going anywhere. You're coming to this class with me. There is no way that Ms. Mullins is going to believe that I just dropped it. You, however, she would believe."
"What? Why would she believe me and not you?" She asked.
"Uh, don't look at me like that, sugar. You know exactly why. Look at yourself. Look at your honey blonde hair, your size five figure, your perfect complextion. Your clean, preppy look. For god's sake you're popping your fucking collar!!!" He wrinkled his nose. "And look at me.Who do you think she'll believe more?"
"Listen, Ms. Mullin's is a pretty okay teacher, you'll be fine. I've got to go. See ya." She walked briskly away.
He looked after her in shock. "You bitch! You self centered bitch!" He called and picked up what remained of his extra credit science project.
Emily winced. As homecoming princess two years in the running not many people called her a bitch. It was simply not done, she was nice, she volunteered, she was a peer tutor. Bitches are not peer tutors.
Her date with Luke went fantastically well. She was wearing his jacket that Monday and they were in the running for Homecoming King and Queen. She would be the first junior homecoming queen if she won. If she played her cards right she'd be wearing his class ring in no time.
OF CHAPTER 1!!!! Sorry it was way short. Next one is long, I promise. Now review you bitches! I need your comments, critical, kind, mean, nice! Come on I can take!
But of course I like the nice one's best.