Love Thy Neighbor
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,161
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
I Hate Him Already!
Disclaimer: This story\'s characters, settings, and storyline belong to me.
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\"Ridiculous,\" I muttered, after I stood up, \"He\'s disturbing the peace. We oughta call the cops.\"
\"Well, actually, it sounds more like a whole band,\" Rachel said.
\"That\'s another thing that makes him a bastard!\" I said, \"He takes all the credit for everything! And I changed my mind! We\'re not calling the cops! We\'re going right over there and telling Basty McBastard off!\"
And before she could protest, I pulled her out the door.
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It was then that I actually realized how big the house across the street was. Sure, it was the smallest on the block, but it was still quite large - which wouldn\'t be odd, if it weren\'t for the fact that The Bastard was barely famous.
\"Please stop saying that,\" Rachel said, in regards to the curse word I had been repeating under my breath (Guess which). I stopped, and we continued our little trek across the wide, private road, until we came to a flight of steps in front of the house. I walked up it (Practically dragging the reluctant Rachel), and rapped hard on the door.
It was opened by a guy of about 19, with dark brown hair (Which was normal length, thankfully), who asked, \"Who are you, and what\'s your business here?\" It was then that I noticed that behind him were the ugliest bunch of bums ever, accompanied by drums and guitars (Mainly).
\"My name\'s Adrianah Fisher, and this is my friend Rachel Connolly, and we\'re here to tell...er, remind...you that this crud you call music is disturbing the peace. Where\'s your leader?\"
\"You\'re really Adrianah Fisher?\" he said, mouth dropping. And then he quickly said, \"The main person in a band is not called a leader. And...he\'s not in right now, please leave a message after the beeeep.\"
\"What a comedian,\" I spat. Rachel shifted her weight nervously, as if she feared we were about to get beat up.
\"Ian,\" I heard someone say, \"Shutyer mouth and let me handle it.\" Yep, definitely the voice of the lead singer, Rion, only much less angry and freaky than in the songs.
And guess what? He was probably dressed more casually than any non-band members had ever seen him before. He was wearing a black turtleneck, black pants, and black socks. Okay, so he had only discarded the boots, glasses, and coat/cloak/thing. I call it, BastardPunkIdiotCasual.
\"Excuse me,\" I repeated angrily, \"But this junky music is definitely disturbing the peace.\"
\"Ooh, I\'m shaking,\" he said sarcastically, \"What are you gonna do, murder us with your songs about happiness and believing in yourself! Ha!\"
\"At least they\'re not about inner angst and killing everyone,\" I snapped, \"So, are you going to quiet it down or not?\"
\"God, I never thought the same celeb I spotted at the mall would be telling me off the same day,\" Rion muttered, \"But anyway, yeah, we\'ll keep it down. On one condition...a Battle of the Music! Give a quick sample of your best song, we\'ll give one of ours...if you win, we\'ll stop practicing. If we win...I haven\'t decided yet.\"
\"Fine!\" I said, \"But if - WHEN - I win, I might give you pointers on improving your horrible music...if you\'re lucky.\"
If I hadn\'t agreed, the life-changing events I experienced shortly after almost certainly wouldn\'t have happened - but I didn\'t know it.
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\"Ridiculous,\" I muttered, after I stood up, \"He\'s disturbing the peace. We oughta call the cops.\"
\"Well, actually, it sounds more like a whole band,\" Rachel said.
\"That\'s another thing that makes him a bastard!\" I said, \"He takes all the credit for everything! And I changed my mind! We\'re not calling the cops! We\'re going right over there and telling Basty McBastard off!\"
And before she could protest, I pulled her out the door.
********
It was then that I actually realized how big the house across the street was. Sure, it was the smallest on the block, but it was still quite large - which wouldn\'t be odd, if it weren\'t for the fact that The Bastard was barely famous.
\"Please stop saying that,\" Rachel said, in regards to the curse word I had been repeating under my breath (Guess which). I stopped, and we continued our little trek across the wide, private road, until we came to a flight of steps in front of the house. I walked up it (Practically dragging the reluctant Rachel), and rapped hard on the door.
It was opened by a guy of about 19, with dark brown hair (Which was normal length, thankfully), who asked, \"Who are you, and what\'s your business here?\" It was then that I noticed that behind him were the ugliest bunch of bums ever, accompanied by drums and guitars (Mainly).
\"My name\'s Adrianah Fisher, and this is my friend Rachel Connolly, and we\'re here to tell...er, remind...you that this crud you call music is disturbing the peace. Where\'s your leader?\"
\"You\'re really Adrianah Fisher?\" he said, mouth dropping. And then he quickly said, \"The main person in a band is not called a leader. And...he\'s not in right now, please leave a message after the beeeep.\"
\"What a comedian,\" I spat. Rachel shifted her weight nervously, as if she feared we were about to get beat up.
\"Ian,\" I heard someone say, \"Shutyer mouth and let me handle it.\" Yep, definitely the voice of the lead singer, Rion, only much less angry and freaky than in the songs.
And guess what? He was probably dressed more casually than any non-band members had ever seen him before. He was wearing a black turtleneck, black pants, and black socks. Okay, so he had only discarded the boots, glasses, and coat/cloak/thing. I call it, BastardPunkIdiotCasual.
\"Excuse me,\" I repeated angrily, \"But this junky music is definitely disturbing the peace.\"
\"Ooh, I\'m shaking,\" he said sarcastically, \"What are you gonna do, murder us with your songs about happiness and believing in yourself! Ha!\"
\"At least they\'re not about inner angst and killing everyone,\" I snapped, \"So, are you going to quiet it down or not?\"
\"God, I never thought the same celeb I spotted at the mall would be telling me off the same day,\" Rion muttered, \"But anyway, yeah, we\'ll keep it down. On one condition...a Battle of the Music! Give a quick sample of your best song, we\'ll give one of ours...if you win, we\'ll stop practicing. If we win...I haven\'t decided yet.\"
\"Fine!\" I said, \"But if - WHEN - I win, I might give you pointers on improving your horrible music...if you\'re lucky.\"
If I hadn\'t agreed, the life-changing events I experienced shortly after almost certainly wouldn\'t have happened - but I didn\'t know it.