Love Thy Neighbor
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,163
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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.
The Chaos that Ensued
Disclaimer: This story\'s characters, settings, and storyline belong to me.
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\"Rachel, kindly hand me one of their guitars. I\'ll need it to play the refrain verse of You.\" I commanded, and she reluctantly did as I said. I placed my fingers on the poor abused instrument, and began to play, and sing:
\"Human beings just want everything.
Oh oh oh oh oh, yeah yeah.
You just want what you need.
It\'s the good way to be,
Even if ya don\'t live such a king-style life,
It all adds up in the end
Maybe we should observe you,
Yeah, maybe we should observe dogs,
\'Cause you...ain\'t greedy...
...ohhh, you....\"
Rion snorted. Ian nearly fell over (My Trippies disease was contagious, you see). Rachel shifted her weight again. For a while, no one spoke.
Then everyone except Rachel (Duh) and Rion (Keeping his dignity, I suppose?) burst out laughing. \"What kind of lesbo freak sings about dogs?\" someone said.
\"For one thing,\" I hissed, \"I am not, you know, a lesbian. Second, even if I was, you shouldn\'t make fun of of people\'s sexuality and sexual preferences. Third, it is not about dogs. Dogs are just a metaphor I used to symbolize the right way to act.\"
\"Whatever,\" Rion said, \"Now would you mind giving that guitar back? It\'s our turn. Howsabout...the first verse of Soul Death?\"
The band, which I decided I might like to refer to as The Bastard\'s Evil Henchmen, nodded, and began (By the way, the second line and the last four words were sung by everybody. Everything else was just Rion\'s lines):
\"I take no prisoners
We go to the back with our objects of torture!
It takes so much for your mind
To process thi-is!
It doesn\'t matter much
Either way - you will die tonight!\"
As they all stopped at the same time, a bit of smoke wafted out of the next room and kept coming. \"Are the mist producing machines on the fritz?\" I said sarcastically.
\"We should get out of here - y\'know, just in case,\" Rachel said.
Hastily and with many shoves involved, the seven of us - me, Rach, and the band - hurried the heck out of there, and when we saw flames from one of the windows, we knew that something was terribly wrong.
Rachel went into my house and quickly called the fire department, while Rion, Ian, and the others just stood still in what I could classify as horrified mourning. Shortly after Rach came back out, a greasy-haired band member that looked about 20 explained, \"That was like the HQ. We all lived there because Rion was the only one that actually had money to spend. I mean, the rest of us got kicked out by our parents at an even younger age than him - thought we were surly, ungrateful bums - and he let us, long-time friends, move in with him on the condition that we formed a band.\"
\"Well, what\'s the point of talking like it\'s completely gone?\" Rachel said. He replied simply with, \"Look.\"
It was true. The same mansion from which Freakshow had been playing at full blast less than an hour earlier was now damaged beyond repair, and the fire crew was just arriving.
\"So, five people and no place to go?\" I said, \"My advice is that you become hobos. Ride the train cars far away so no Americans will have to hear the worst of metal again.\"
\"No, Adrianah!\" Rachel said, \"I have an idea! They could move in with you - y\'know, your place is big enough to comfortably suit a large group - until they find a new place. Don\'t worry, I would move in, too, just in case.\"
\"I\'m feeling merciful,\" I said, \"So I\'ll agree with that as long as they start searching for a new place IMMEDIATELY.\"
\"Thank you for your hospitality,\" Rion said sarcastically (Though he really was agreeing), faking a bow, \"We accept your grand invitation.\"
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Next Day
Dear Diary,
It\'s a bit sudden, but the band Blood and Gore is currently staying in my house - it\'s so huge that they don\'t even have to share bedrooms! - and so is Rachel, which is the good side.
I stopped writing as I heard footsteps behind me. \"It\'s called Bloody Moor,\" I heard Rion correct, purpously annoying me, \"And only sissies write in diaries at your age.\"
\"Arrrrgh!\" I cried out in frustration and anger, and roughly scratched out \'Blood and Gore\' and wrote, \'Ungrateful Tards\' in its place.
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\"Rachel, kindly hand me one of their guitars. I\'ll need it to play the refrain verse of You.\" I commanded, and she reluctantly did as I said. I placed my fingers on the poor abused instrument, and began to play, and sing:
\"Human beings just want everything.
Oh oh oh oh oh, yeah yeah.
You just want what you need.
It\'s the good way to be,
Even if ya don\'t live such a king-style life,
It all adds up in the end
Maybe we should observe you,
Yeah, maybe we should observe dogs,
\'Cause you...ain\'t greedy...
...ohhh, you....\"
Rion snorted. Ian nearly fell over (My Trippies disease was contagious, you see). Rachel shifted her weight again. For a while, no one spoke.
Then everyone except Rachel (Duh) and Rion (Keeping his dignity, I suppose?) burst out laughing. \"What kind of lesbo freak sings about dogs?\" someone said.
\"For one thing,\" I hissed, \"I am not, you know, a lesbian. Second, even if I was, you shouldn\'t make fun of of people\'s sexuality and sexual preferences. Third, it is not about dogs. Dogs are just a metaphor I used to symbolize the right way to act.\"
\"Whatever,\" Rion said, \"Now would you mind giving that guitar back? It\'s our turn. Howsabout...the first verse of Soul Death?\"
The band, which I decided I might like to refer to as The Bastard\'s Evil Henchmen, nodded, and began (By the way, the second line and the last four words were sung by everybody. Everything else was just Rion\'s lines):
\"I take no prisoners
We go to the back with our objects of torture!
It takes so much for your mind
To process thi-is!
It doesn\'t matter much
Either way - you will die tonight!\"
As they all stopped at the same time, a bit of smoke wafted out of the next room and kept coming. \"Are the mist producing machines on the fritz?\" I said sarcastically.
\"We should get out of here - y\'know, just in case,\" Rachel said.
Hastily and with many shoves involved, the seven of us - me, Rach, and the band - hurried the heck out of there, and when we saw flames from one of the windows, we knew that something was terribly wrong.
Rachel went into my house and quickly called the fire department, while Rion, Ian, and the others just stood still in what I could classify as horrified mourning. Shortly after Rach came back out, a greasy-haired band member that looked about 20 explained, \"That was like the HQ. We all lived there because Rion was the only one that actually had money to spend. I mean, the rest of us got kicked out by our parents at an even younger age than him - thought we were surly, ungrateful bums - and he let us, long-time friends, move in with him on the condition that we formed a band.\"
\"Well, what\'s the point of talking like it\'s completely gone?\" Rachel said. He replied simply with, \"Look.\"
It was true. The same mansion from which Freakshow had been playing at full blast less than an hour earlier was now damaged beyond repair, and the fire crew was just arriving.
\"So, five people and no place to go?\" I said, \"My advice is that you become hobos. Ride the train cars far away so no Americans will have to hear the worst of metal again.\"
\"No, Adrianah!\" Rachel said, \"I have an idea! They could move in with you - y\'know, your place is big enough to comfortably suit a large group - until they find a new place. Don\'t worry, I would move in, too, just in case.\"
\"I\'m feeling merciful,\" I said, \"So I\'ll agree with that as long as they start searching for a new place IMMEDIATELY.\"
\"Thank you for your hospitality,\" Rion said sarcastically (Though he really was agreeing), faking a bow, \"We accept your grand invitation.\"
~~
Next Day
Dear Diary,
It\'s a bit sudden, but the band Blood and Gore is currently staying in my house - it\'s so huge that they don\'t even have to share bedrooms! - and so is Rachel, which is the good side.
I stopped writing as I heard footsteps behind me. \"It\'s called Bloody Moor,\" I heard Rion correct, purpously annoying me, \"And only sissies write in diaries at your age.\"
\"Arrrrgh!\" I cried out in frustration and anger, and roughly scratched out \'Blood and Gore\' and wrote, \'Ungrateful Tards\' in its place.