Meet the Fuckers.

I love a lot of things.

Like, music for example.

It’s my lifeline. If something goes wrong, I turn to music. If something goes right, it’s probably because of music. If nothing’s going on, I make music happen. It’s all there, it’s always there, and it’s always all for me.

But I also love people.

Wait, scratch that. I hate people. But there are a few individuals for whom I reserve my undying love and devotion. Like Catherine Danae. Oh and I could never ditch Chase. I lurve him too. They’re my main friends. I mean, I chill with other people, and definitely talk to other people, but… they’re the ones I would die for, you know? Catherine Danae Camden, Chase Derek Jones, and Niki Andreah (pronounced on-dray-uh) Kors. They say that 3 is a bad number, well I say fuck “them” because we are absolutely inseparable.

Catherine Danae Camden (that just sounds so beautiful, doesn’t it?) goes by that and only that. She’s a little more outgoing, très self-confident, smart, and skinny as hell. She’s about 5’4” with gorgeously curly brown hair. Brown eyes. Touchy-feely. To the point where we could be and have been mistaken as lesbian lovers.

Chase Derek Jones, what an amazing piece of poetry. He’s quieter, with longish messy light brown hair that I love to straighten and emo-fy. He wears skinny jeans, has for years, (meaning since around 5th or 6th grade) and looks damn good in them. Lovely hazel eyes, nice lips, a great package all around. I don’t know how he stays single all the time.

And then there’s me, Niki Andreah Kors. And yes, I spell it with one “k” and no, it is not in any way related to “Niki FM” or Hawthorne Heights. I’ve spelled it that way since I decided “Nicole” was too prissy. Don’t take offense, anyone named Nicole. I’m the same height as Catherine Danae, a little bigger around the hip area, but only a little. But I’m the one with boobs –feels proud- and amazing red hair. Well, kind of auburn, and yes it’s completely natural. To go with my tan skin and red hair are crazy green eyes. I’m also a little ADD from time to time, you’ll have to forgive that.

Wow, that’s great, I wrote the most about myself. I’m not conceited, I swear. I’m just afraid I won’t describe them right and it’s like AHHH don’t hurt me. Maybe I should start off with a typical day in ChaseCatherineDanaeNiki-Land.

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“Ew, do you see the fat jiggling on him?”

“Eww nasty. If I ever get cellulite like that just shoot me, dead.”

“If I see his ass wriggle up close like that again I think I’m going to barf.”

“Ditto.”

Don’t take that as nasty as it sounds. We were watching the video to Hash Pipe by Weezer, and if you’ve seen it, you’ll know exactly what we were talking about. Thankfully it ended soon and I Wanna Be Sedated came on. I quickly got distracted and sat up from Catherine Danae’s lap and rolled off the pleather couch, landing on the floor with an “oof” and dragged myself into my room. I crawled over to my guitar stand and picked my baby up, and then laid down, strumming a random (gross-sounding) chord with my fingers. I fished around in my pocket for the pick I knew was in there, and then started to lazily play At The Bottom Of Everything. I closed my eyes and let my fingers wander over the strings, missing more than a few notes but really not caring. I soon heard my door open and cracked one eye to see the blurry shape of Chase in my doorway.

“Hey,” I muttered in a weirdly husky voice. I cleared my throat. Hm, that’s better.

“We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul / and to this endless race for property and privilege to be won, we must run, we must run, we must run,” he sang. I smiled and stopped playing. “Conor Oberst-”

“-is God,” I finished for him. He nodded. “We’ve been through this and I think you’ll find I completely and whole-heartedly agree with you,” I said. He wordlessly sat down and leaned against my wall, his legs tangled with mine, and looked at me. This is completely normal Chase behavior so I just went back to playing. Life is so much simpler when you disappear into … well, anything. Blanking out makes things so much easier.

Not much later, Catherine Danae bounced in, immediately lighting up the room with her seemingly endless excitement. “Hey guys!” She chirped. I quit playing again, and opened my eyes to look up at her. She mimed stepping on my face, and I skizzed out and rolled away, somehow hitting Chase in the nose with my guitar (don’t ask me how) and curled up into the fetal position. I peered out from between my hands when I heard Chase cursing and Catherine Danae laughing.

“Bitch,” I muttered, and put my guitar back on its stand. “Oh, Chase, I’m so sorry!” I stepped over and straddled him, sitting on his lap, and tilted his face up. There was a huge scratch down one cheek (from the end of a string, I guess, oh man I feel so bad) and it looked like it hurt. I pushed his hand away and kissed the scratch. I pulled away and looked into his eyes, asking, “feel better?”

A smile broke through his features as he laughed at my over-sensitive-ness. “I’m fine, silly,” and he pushed me back off his lap. Unfortunately, Catherine Danae had been standing right behind me, so we both fell back against my bed, landing in a tangle of arms, legs, and hair. By some strange coincidence, our faces ended up way too close. She kissed me quickly on the lips and giggled. I rolled my eyes and tickled her, and she fell back, laughing.

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So, that’s how we are. Music, laughter, kisses. Just let me clarify that we’re all straight, we just know each other so well and are so comfortable with each other we don’t think twice about kisses and such. And we’re all just friends.

Well, for now anyways.

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K well that’s the intro. Sorry it’s short. I’ll try and keep the chapters longer, I like that in stories, dunno if you do. That’s why you should review.

Oh, and:

Thank you Jared for the name Catherine.

Thank you Lacey for my inspiration. But don’t take this weirdly, haha, I love you darling but I’m not in love with you. Sorry ;

Thank you random bands for being so awesome.

And Thank you MySpace for being so friggin’ addicting.

Haha.

Anyways. This is a start … I have no clue if it’ll be good. Pleeeeeeease R&R, I’ll definitely return the favor.

Do you see how many e’s got into that please? Wow.