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Post by hazyldust on Jan 7, 2007 5:01:45 GMT
With permission from the always cool miss_ing, I have decided to post a story for everyone's entertainment. This used to be on a MiG forum and on fanfiction.net, so...if no one minds, I'll post it here to see what everyone thinks.
It's based on everyone's favorite, "WWRY", but it's 11 months after the success at Wembly. It's sort of like "what if" there was a sibling to one of the main characters...but you guys will find out later on in the story. Some of you might be familiar with it, some of you might not...but it's all good.
Enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Part 1
(Galileo's POV)
I stared up at the starry skies in silence, trying to block out the commotion below. The Bohemians were throwing some sort of "semi" celebration and encouraged me to join in...but I wasn't in the mood. I had been to too many of them since the performance, so I sat the latest bash out and did my own thing...whatever that was.
"Thought I'd find you here."
I looked up and saw her take a seat next to my side of the van's mattress. She stared up at the stars with me for a few moments before she could break the silence.
"You alright, Gazza? You look blah," she asked. "I...just have a lot on my mind, babe," I answered, "That's all." "This about the anniversary concert we're putting together?" "No. That's not it." "You're not thinking about rabbits cooking omelets, are you? Or some other song that's stuck in your little head?"
I looked over at her in confusion and asked, "Why would I be thinking about the 'rabbit' dream? That's still yours, isn't it?" "Not for a while, I don't think," she answered, "So what's on your mind?" "Nothing. Nothing's wrong."
I could see from the corner of my eye that she was glaring at me with suspicion but for some reason she just shrugged it off and said, "Fine. Let me know if something's wrong...and don't lie 'bout it."
I nodded as she placed her head down on my shoulder while I stared up at the skies. Something was wrong but I didn't want to say anything. I didn't want her to know that something else was still missing. Even though I had success and Scaramouche, someone else was still on my mind. Someone I had left behind and didn't realize it until later on.
"I hope you're alright, sis," I muttered to myself, "Any way the wind blows, I hope you're alright."
(To be continued...)
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Post by hazyldust on Jan 7, 2007 5:12:20 GMT
Part 2
(Next day--Ally's POV)
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“Loser!”
“Go get a virtual life, weirdo!”
I threw myself down on the bed after another long, disastrous day at school, where I wasn’t welcome. Mainly because of my individuality. I didn’t live in a world where others my age were able to express their feelings, and that’s why I never felt welcome. We weren’t able to dress differently, write and sing our own songs, or even ask to cry on someone’s shoulder after a hard day. I was stuck in a world where everyone acted like they were high on drugs.
Everyone wore the same, bright and shiny plastic outfits with those stupid Ga Ga logos, shared the same ideas, listened to the same music, downloaded the same items, and had the same expressions on their face…a stupid grin that looked as if it had been bleached because of bad teeth. I for one never understood what that phrase even meant. Getting “high on drugs”. It was basically something my brother would know, since he's the expert on defining phrases for me.
Gordon was okay to hang around with…considering that he was more different than those “Ga Ga” people. He was a bit strange to everyone on Planet Mall...even to my mother. He would spout out these sayings and “words” all day and night for some weird reason; it was almost like a disease.
I always asked him what it meant, and Gordon would get nervous, form that stutter of his and give me some sort of excuse, claiming that it was all in his head, that his mind was making him say these things. It was pretty funny actually, to have him spout out these phrases at any time. Even during dinner, he would say some sort of lyric to an unknown song after he was asked to pass the downloaded bread basket or salt.
Other than that, he was okay…for someone who was a bit older than me. He would be a bit embarrassing sometimes when the other GaGa kids would see me talking to him before classes or if he came over to me during lunch or a free period. It bugged me for a while, but other than that, I didn’t really care. He was my brother, and he was my only friend. I just remember hearing about his “death” like it was just a dream. The cops were going through his things one night while I tried to listen to some stupid song on my laptop to ignore the thrashing and banging inside his room.
It was a mess anyway, so it didn’t really matter how much the pile of illegally downloaded ew there is stuff on my shoe, and no its not chewing gum!! on the floor increased. When they finished, my mother came in, sat down next to me and told me, without any emotion, that Gordon had left and wouldn't come home.
A tearful whimper escaped my mouth as I rolled over onto my back, replaying what she had said only a year ago today. Tears were streaming down my face like rain, streaking my face. I missed him. I know I shouldn't’t be missing him, but I did. Gordon was my rock, and my best friend. I was really angry at my mum and the rest of the world for what was going on. She of all people just didn’t understand how fragile and upset I had become.
Suddenly, I heard someone pounding on my door heavily like they were going to crash through the wood. My mother was screaming for them to stop, begging them to take mercy.
“She’s all I have left! You can’t take her after you’ve taken away my son! You can’t do this!” She screamed.
My eyes rose up in shock.
“I thought he disappeared,” I thought to myself.
The SP’s banged on my door again, yelling that I was being charged for not following the rules: for not acting like everyone else, for not being a Gaga kid, and for trying to blackmail an employee at Globalsoft-which was such rubbish in my opinion.
"Ally@theJoneses.com! You are to appear in front of your door on our count, or else!" One of them yelled while my mother continued to cry.
I lifted up my bedroom window and slid outside, running as fast as I could down the dark streets without anything on my back except my black hoodie. I had finally reached a dead end a half hour later and gasped heavily after my run.
I was about to find a place to sit and cry until I tripped over something hard and fell into this bright hole. I tried to grab onto something for support, but I somehow lost my balance and fell back first towards the bottom.
The back of my head started to feel heavy and my ears started to ring as I stared up at the hole. Nothing felt broken, but before I could temporarily pass out, I could’ve sworn that I saw a few people stare down at me in confusion and some worry. The last thing I had seen was someone with dark, jet-black hair who looked just like my brother. Maybe I was seeing things...
(To be continued...)
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Post by hazyldust on Jan 8, 2007 1:29:54 GMT
I forgot to mention that feedback is greatly appreciated, whether its in this thread or through a PM. Thanks... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 3
Hours later, I felt a bright light sting my eyes and I started to squint and get my vision re-focused while various figures spoke.
"She's a spy, Meat," One figure whispered. "She's not a spy! She was runnin' away!" Another exclaimed as I listened closely to their hushed conversation. "Well, she could've been used as bait by Globalsoft and..."
"Didn't you hear your friend the first time? I ran away," I heard myself mutter out angrily, almost to the point where I was either nervous or a thousand percent infuriated.
The two girls glanced over at each other, slightly embarrassed that I heard them, and made their way over towards my side as I slowly sat up from the ground. One girl had blond, almost frizzy hair along with some various colored streaks in each strand that almost matched her heavy make-up. Her outfit looked like she had been in a fight with her ripped stockings and a corset, but I wasn't sure. The other had this wild purple hair that sprouted two pigtails and a mess of some braids, along with the same corset, but in a heavy crimson color with a matching skirt and shoes, and weird jewelry.
"You alright? Anything broken?" The blond asked calmly while the girl with purple hair rolled her eyes after hearing that question. "Well...my head feels heavy. And it hurts. Other than that, I'm just brilliant," I answered truthfully with a hint of sarcasm. "Join the club," the other girl muttered. "Oi! Be nice, Scara," The blond yelled. "If there is such a thing as being 'nice'," The other replied back.
I then struggled to stand up without falling on my face again, but the blond grabbed my shoulders and told me to take it easy, without having another spill. I slowly sat back down in the dirt and sighed, not knowing what to say or do without causing any problems.
"How is she?" A guy asked, walking over to them as I continued to rub my eyes. "See for yourself, Gazza," the girl with purple hair answered, crossing her shoulders and glaring at me. It didn't sound good.
I heard him walk over and suddenly felt his gaze as he knelt down in front of me.
"You OK? Did you break anything?" He asked calmly. "You're the second person who's asked me that," I muttered, locking eyes with his worried gaze.
That's when I saw him...in his black leather jacket, a grayish shirt and jeans, and the same jet-black hair. It had to be him. I was sure of it. When he saw my face, we both raised our eyes nervously.
"Al...Ally?" He asked nervously, while both girls stood behind him in shock. My lips started to tremble as well as my voice when I asked, "Gordon?"
After a few moments, he nodded "yes" and said, "I've been wondering about you for months."
"Wait. Stop. Why's she callin' you Gordon? What kind of name is that?" The purple haired girl asked almost angrily. "Babe, it's okay," Gordon answered, moving over towards my side, "She's my sister." "What?!" "His sister," The blond replied, "You know...the opposite of a brother is..." "I know what it means! I'm not stupid!"
Gordon and I both stared at each other in amazement for a while, making it seem like an eternity. I suddenly turned away and lowered my head while both girls started to argue.
"What's wrong?" Gordon asked.
I suddenly started to sob in front of him and those girls, and couldn't stop. He gently wrapped an arm around me as I continued. A ton of nervous emotions were rushing through my mind, but I just couldn't believe that he was here, almost untouched, and in front of my eyes. It was just too surreal for me.
"You need a few moments alone, Gaz?" The blond, (Meat) asked. "Yeah. Please," I heard my brother answer.
I heard both girls walk away from him while the girl with purple hair muttered something that I couldn't make out. It was probably because my cries were drowning out my thoughts and everything else around me.
"I missed you so much," I said in between sobs, letting some of my tears drip onto his jacket. "I missed you, too," he said, rubbing my shoulder while my eyes got slightly red and heavy.
(To be continued...)
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Post by flutterby on Jan 21, 2007 18:21:43 GMT
...looking forward to what comes next!
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Post by hazyldust on Jan 26, 2007 2:28:58 GMT
Part 4
(Galileo’s POV—hours later)
“That chick is really your sister?”
I grabbed the water bottle and faced Scaramouche, who had a suspicious look on her face with some anger…well, she did look angry in my eyes. I could never tell with her.
“Yeah,” I said after a few moments, “Yes she is.” “She doesn’t look a thing like you,” she said. “I know. She looks a little more like my mother but…” “There’s a slight resemblance between you and ‘er,” Meat said to me as she exited one of the spare rooms inside the Heartbreak, “I kind of see that.”
I stared at the both of them for a few moments until I muttered “excuse me” and walked into the room where Ally was staying. I slowly walked over to her side of the mattress to see if she was asleep, but her eyes immediately opened up andshe stared at me in some confusion. I guess Meat was right. Even though she looked like my mother, there did seem to be a slight resemblance between Ally and me.
(Ally’s POV)
I opened my eyes and looked up at his worried face, not knowing what was going on for a few moments. Then it all came back to me: I had left my home with only the sweatshirt on my back. I then fell into the Heartbreak Hotel and found myself surrounded by some of the Bohemians and of course, my brother. I wasn’t dreaming at all…this was real.
“I thought you were asleep,” he said. “I haven’t been able to sleep since…well, you know,” I told him. “Right. Of course.”
I was about to close my eyes again when he asked if he could sit down. I nodded, sat up slowly and watched as he sat down near my side in silence.
"I still can't believe that you're alive.” "What made you think that I wasn't?" He asked, handing me a bottle of water. "I don't know. Mum told me that...you weren’t coming home. And I believed her in some way."
Gordon shook his head and replied, "She has such a great hobby for lying to our faces...or had, rather." "Yeah. Exactly."
After some silence, I asked him why the girl with purple hair kept calling him "Gazza". "Remember when I wanted to be called 'Galileo' instead of my real name?" "How can I forget? Mum was practically fuming and really wanted to get rid of you."
He smirked and replied, "Yeah, I know. But, being called 'Galileo' or 'Gaz' now just seems better to her and the rest of the Bohemians now than my real name. We all go by different names instead of our real ones. It's more civil that way." "So...I'm going to have to call you Galileo now?" "I’m afraid so. You're going to need a new name later on, too."
I nodded and nervously took a sip from the water bottle, letting the cool, stale liquid slide down my already burning throat.
"Any better?"
I nodded again and handed the water bottle back to him.
“I really missed you…Gaz,” I said almost nervously, “I can’t believe that I fell for mum’s lie. I’m sorry.” “You don’t have to apologize,” he said, “What she told you was wrong and...Well, it was wrong.”
(To be continued...)
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