Chapter 1

You’re so Last Summer

By: RAY

I'd never lie to you,

Unless I had to. I'll do what I got to.

Unless I had to. I'll do what I got to.

The truth is you could slit my throat,

And with my one last gasping breath,

I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.

-Taking Back Sunday

“Dude, you are such a freak,” I mumbled.

Tassy faked a pout in my direction. “No I am not!” she huffed. “I happen to be a very normal person!” White hair whipping away from her face.

“Pff. Compared to whom, Tassy?” I asked rhetorically.

“Uh, compared to you, maybe?” I winced while laughing.

“Owned.” Owned indeed.

Tassy grinned and I stuck my tongue out at her.

She rolled her eyes shifting some books she had in her arms. “Anyways, We are going to the par-tay!”

Why the hell couldn’t she just drop the subject?

Uh, maybe cause its good old Tassy we’re talking about?

Satisfied with my answer I turned to study my best friend.

She was an albino. A very gorgeous albino at that. Her straight white hair fell to her shoulders, soft bangs grazing her forehead. She had the most captivating violet eyes. Her ears were pierced multiple times, as were mine. I remember we got a piercing for each detention we earned. Our ears ran of space.

Tassy was half American half Russian. Her name was short for Anastacia, which would get you killed if mentioned.

She was wearing a long. Black gypsie skirt that trailed behind her, brushing occasionally with the floor. Red converse sneakers peaked beneath it matching with her red hoodie.

“Okay?” I snapped out of my thoughts.

“Ta-ssy! I don’t want to go!” I whined. When everything else fails… restore to begging.

“Well, Reiny, You’ll just have to make an effort!” I jumped over a small puddle in the concrete floor.

“Fine. But you totally owe me.” Tassy let out an excited shriek, which in turn caused me to drop my heavy eight hundred-page literature textbook.

I watched in disbelief as it fell with a nasty splatty splash into a puddle. “Shit. Aw man.” I cried out softly as I picked up the mushy textbook.

“You are such a klutz, Rein, really.” Tassy tsked in disappointment.

I glared. “Why you little” I tackled Tassy into a nearby patch of wet grass sticking my stiff and numb fingers at her sides.

“Rein! Get the fuck off me!” Tassy screamed. Her arms flailing all around the place.

I got thrown off her as a fist hit me hard in the side of my face. Ow.

I could feel the cold water soaking through the back of my long sleeved shirt and jeans.

“Ow, Tassy, you abuser.” I mumbled rubbing my sore cheek and standing up.

Tassy was massaging her sides. “Abuser my ass.” She picked up her fallen books.

I meanwhile readjusted my black beanie over my long brown with raspberry color streaked hair.

I looked up and studied the school’s courtyard.

To the right, in the pick-nick tables were a group of jocks and cheerleaders. Currently, they were watching Tassy and me in disgust.

I sneered at them and turned to look at the opposite side. The dark side, as I prefer to call it.

That’s where all the punks, Goths, emos, skaters, etc. hanged out. They stared at us in amusement.

I caught an, “Aw, they didn’t even get to rip their clothes off each other.” coming from a short orange haired idiot.

I gave him the finger and watched as he- with a stupid grin- motioned as if the had caught my finger and stuck it in his pocket.

I huffed in irritation. “Owned, dude. Again.” Tassy grinned beside me.

I shoved her hard and watched in deep satisfaction as her sneaker landed in a puddle of ice water. “Sore loser.” I shrugged again, turning to the dark side.

Orange dwarf along with emo dude and hard core skater made their way towards us. Emo dude a little far behind them.

When they arrived, orange wrapped an arm around my waist, before whispering seductively, “How about you and I-” “Can it shorty.” I interrupted disentangling from his arm. Tassy coughed up a laugh while skater dude laughed. Emo guy was currently lighting a cigarette.

“Hey, I’m Tassy.” Tassy introduced herself.

“I’m Checkers.” Orangle piped in. “These here are Phoenix and Dagger.” I turned to study Phoenix first.

He was cute with blonde shaggy hair and bright emerald eyes. He was wearing a black hoodie with baggy ripped jeans. Some cool black DC shoes in his feet. Phoenix looked to be around eighteen give or take.

Then was Dagger. He was looking up at the sky while exhaling a puff of smoke along with some white vapor from the cold. He had a piercing in his left eyebrow; a hook adorned his right nostril and another one in the middle of his bottom lip. Sexy. He had dark brown hair and striking hazel eyes and was wearing some baggy black pants with batman boxer peaking beneath them, a bright purple belt and a gray hoodie.

His eyes snapped to mine and I looked away quickly. Caught.

I turned to look at checkers. “I’m Rein.” I mumbled.

“Rein?” Checkers asked skeptically. I glared. Wrong move shorty.

“Yes, Rein, want me to spell it out for you?” Yeah, I know I know. Harsh. But I guess you could say my name is kind of a sore topic.

Tassy winced and Checkers took a step back raising his hands in surrender. Dagger smirked while Phoenix just let out a chuckle.

“Chill-ax, man. The name’s cool, but seriously, who name’s their kid Reiny?” Checkers asked.

“Don’t push it, Dopey.” I growled.

I noticed Tassy and Phoenix were engaged in a conversation. Tassy was laughing at something Phoenix just said. What a flirt. Matchmaking timee. Muahahahahaha.

Checkers opened his mouth to say something- probably stupid, but suddenly a voice interrupted.

“Reinbow!” My eyes went wide. Dagger, who had been in his owned lalaland had snapped to look at the owner of the voice,

“Reinybowie!” No way. There was no fucking way. Please, oh please. I turned my back on the guys to look at the woman coming my way.

She was about thirty-eight, wearing a short black skirt with white furry boots ad a white sweater. Her dark brown hair had blonde highlights running through it.

“Bowie! Why do you make me come out here!? Can’t you see it’s freezing!?” I didn’t respond. My mouth suddenly going dry as I stared in horror.

I heard the preps snickering to my right, and Checker downright laughing his ass off. Even Tassy had laughed turning it to a cough, when she saw my green tinted face.

“Well, Bowie? What do you have to say for yourself?” I swallowed the disintegrated sandwich coming up my esophagus.

“I’m coming….Mom.” I mumbled loud enough, so that she could hear me the ten meters she was away from me.

“Okiedokie!” She yipped before skipping over to the car, mumbling what sounded awfully like the wizard of oz.

My face was burning. Hot, very hot. “So, uh, we’ll see you later, right Bowie?” Checkers asked snickering.

BAM!

“owie.”

“Jeez Mom! Watch where you’re going!” I yelled as for the fifth time a car passed ours beeping away furiously. My mom kept applying her lipstick, looking at her reflection through the rearview mirror.

“Hold the wheel, will you, Bowie?” I sighed, but reached over to handle the wheel.

“My name’s not Bowie, mom.” My mom reached over to kissed me hard with a loud resonating smack on the cheek.

“I know baby, but it sounds so cutey-patutey.” I sighed giving up.

We arrived home after ten more furious drivers cursed our existence. It wasn’t actually a house, but an apartment building. It was made out of red bricks, not very fancy but not downright shit.

“When are they going to fix them?” My mom asked as we passed the elevators, which still held the poster that had been put up about six months earlier. Except now beneath the OUT OF SERVICE written in black letters some neighbors had put their opinions in nice, big colorful choices of words.

After entering our home, I headed straight to my room. I had painted the walls myself. It had just random shit written on it. Most of was just music lyrics to songs I liked, but there were also angels, demons, dragons, and fire, basically anything.

I had a queen size bed with blue sheets and in the right side of my room was a wooden desk with an ancient computer on it. Literally ancient. Whenever it froze the modem would sound as if it would explode any second.

Beside my bed, on the bedside box (not enough money for a fancy table) was a cream colored phone and a baby-g black watch which served its purpose to wake me up in the mornings.

I closed my door, revealing all kind of magazine clips and pictures of my favorite bands and people. A photograph of me and Tassy hugging the lungs out go each other was staring at me. We were about thirteen.

I sighed, grabbing my backpack and sitting at my desk, the chair letting dust particles fly up in the air when I sat down. Whoa. In need of cleaning. I started working on my essay.

I was in the middle of finishing my opinion on genetically enhanced vegetables, when the door to my room flew open. My mom came in wearing a nice black shirt with some green pj pants. Two skirts in each hand.

“Bowiee! Help me!” She shrieked frantically.

I sighed. Here we go again. “Mom, calm down and breathe.”

She took big gulps of air. “Ok, I’m calm, I’m so calm, are you calm?”

I nodded. “What do I wear, Bowie?” I eyed the skirts.

“Loose the pink and purple skirts, mom.” She dropped the pink one, but stared at the purple one in hesitance. “It’s out of fashion, mom.” Purple skirt joined pink skirt.

We were left with a white skirt or a brown skirt. “I like how that shirt looks with the white skirt.” I told her. “Finish the look with those cool black boots you like.”

She though about the combination for a second before grinning. “Thank you so much Bowie!” She gave me a quick kiss and hug before running out of the room.

I sighed, amused. Really. My mom went on more dates than I did. Actually, scratch that. My mom went on dates. I didn’t.

I turned to my desk and finished my own essay.

“Reinbow!” I wrote the last period. “Yeah?” I yelled back.

My mom entered my room. “How do I look?” I smiled.

“Gorgeous, you’ll knock his socks off.” She twirled around. “Does my butt look big?”

I glared. “No mom.” She smiled at me before hugging me. “I love you, Bowie.”

I hugged her back. “Me too, mom.” She moved to the door.

“I’ll be back before six, okay?” I could hear her car keys jingling as she opened the front door. “Okay!”

“Remember Bowie! You have to go baby-sit the things!” I groaned loudly. My mom laughed before yelling a quick “Goodbye!” and closing the door.

The things were a pair of four-year-old twins. My mom and I had named them after ’ Thing one and Thing two. They were truly out of control. I only dared to sit them because they paid 20 bucks an hour, and normally the Flints returned at about three in the morning, meaning by the end of the night I had earned 150 bucks.

I looked at the clock in the kitchen as I grabbed a water bottle. An hour to spare. I decided to leave in order to get to the rich side of the city in time.

I stared at the huge door to the mansion. Shit. Demain was most likely to be there. Ugh. I raised my fist and knocked. It swung open half a second later.

Jake, the butler stared at me with an elderly smile. He was about eighty years old, still “not old enough to retire” as he always said. “Hey Jake.”

“Hello, miss Rein.” I groaned. “Dude, how many times do I have to tell you to drop the miss shit?” Jake laughed. I smile at him.

I looked up at the huge Swarovsky chandelier hanging over my head. It cost way more than my whole apartment.

“Are you planning on staying there all night, Bow?” I snapped my gaze at the guy on the top of the staircases on my left. “Demian.” I growled.

He smirked. I noticed Jake had disappeared.

Demian Lint was the eldest son of the Lints. Older brother to the things. Unfortunately, his sole existence was to make me self-destruct.

He was eighteen, a year and a half older than me. He had reddish blonde hair that was a little in the long side and fell over his cerulean eyes. He was wearing some khaki pants and a bright blue polo shirt. An expensive watch gleamed in his left wrist.

“Thomas and Thallen are in the playroom. You can start working when you stop checking me out.” His cocky voice made my eyes blaze with anger once more.

I growled in annoyance and made my way to the top of the staircase. I jostled against his shoulder on purpose, although it didn’t quite work since I was about a foot smaller than him- One of his hands caught my left wrist, preventing me from moving further away from him.

“You know I get what I want, Bow.” His breath caressed my neck and cheek. Instead of feeling giddy I felt my body become hot with anger.

“Go fuck a tree, Demian.” I forced my hand from out of his grip and smirked when I saw his right eye twitch.

“I’ll have you, Bow.” I watched him strut down the hallway. The urge to punch a wall or preferably his face became stronger.

I walked over to the playroom. Before opening the door to hell, I took a deep breath, praying for god to give me patience.

I walked in the room. A brown plastic thing, looking suspiciously like a burned Barbie flew right in front of my eyes. ‘God, help me survive.’ Was the last thought I had before two identical devils tackled me to the ground.

Hey you guys. New story… uh. Anywayss. I wanna use this space to write an author’s note for ‘Hello, I Love You.’ If you haven’t read it, I recommend it.

For those of you who do read it, I already finished up to chapter 10. I haven’t had much time to do anything. School is stressing me out.. I’m almost out for x-mas vacations so semestral exams are coming up. I’ve been so busy with tutors and last minute projects. I’m truly sorry. Also, I’ve been having more problems, for any info. You can check my profile.

I guess I’ll be updating during x-mas vacations, which will start the 20th. But if I have time I’ll update earlier.

Anyways.. Back to T.O.A.M.L.C. did you like it? Did you not? Suggestions? Flames?

Please please review! I need reviews!

I wuvs you guys.

-RAY-