Love Thy Neighbor
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,170
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 Interview and the Ex
Disclaimer: The plot, characters, and settings of this story belong to me.
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There were, quite obviously, reporters at the concert. They ended up interviewing every member of Bloody Moor (Rachel, as well), except Markus, who was currently getting pretty friendly with a girl backstage. After looking around for me for a while, one of the reporters ran over, microphone in hand.
\"So, can I have a quick word?\" she said rapidly. I nodded, and she asked, \"What inspired you to perform alongside Bloody Moor?\"
\"I\'m afraid I can\'t answer that,\" I said, fighting to control my drunken mind.
\"Okay...so, do you have a special relationship with any of the band members?\" she said, taking advantage of the fact that I was quite drunk (Even a fool could see that).
\"Yes...Rion,\" I blurted out, the amount of alchohol I had consumed just a while earlier finally taking over my words.
\"Oh? And how did this start?\" the reported said, somewhat dumbfounded. I wasn\'t surprised. I mean, interband relationships are one thing, but this was really weird.
\"I...I don\'t know how to explain. Shoo.\" I waved her away, and she ran off like a servant who would follow my every order. Hell, she probably would\'ve jumped off a cliff or slit her own wrists if I fed her enough persuasion.
\"By the way,\" she called, \"This will be on the news in about a month - see, we\'re really busy!\"
\"You dirty scum, skank, whore, bitch, slut!\" I heard someone shriek. I looked behind myself and saw a girl with wavy blonde curls, dressed in a leather miniskirt and black halter top that was pulled down so far you could practically see her areolas. She had an expression of oure anger, hatred, and rage put together on her face.
\"Whoa, what\'s the problem?\" I asked timidly.
She walked over to me (The guys behind her whistled) and pointed her long index finger right in my face. \"I used to be his girlfriend,\" she hissed, her eyes wide with rage, \"And now look! He\'s hooked up with some grimy kid!\"
\"I\'m not a kid,\" I said, \"I\'m eighteen, for your information. And how is any of that my fault?\"
\"You should\'ve just kept your distance, you...you fucking ho-bag!\"
\"Watch the language,\" I said calmly, \"And I couldn\'t keep my distance. See, I was doing the band a favor by...\"
But she didn\'t let me finish. Instead, she stormed off, stomping her feet and muttering all the curse words in her arsenal that she hadn\'t yet spit out. I just turned back around and shook my head as if mentally deciding that she was insane.
It was then that I realized what I had told the reporter. \"Dammit!\" I cried, stamping my foot. Once that premiered, the media\'s feedbag would be full enough to last more than a lifetime.
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There were, quite obviously, reporters at the concert. They ended up interviewing every member of Bloody Moor (Rachel, as well), except Markus, who was currently getting pretty friendly with a girl backstage. After looking around for me for a while, one of the reporters ran over, microphone in hand.
\"So, can I have a quick word?\" she said rapidly. I nodded, and she asked, \"What inspired you to perform alongside Bloody Moor?\"
\"I\'m afraid I can\'t answer that,\" I said, fighting to control my drunken mind.
\"Okay...so, do you have a special relationship with any of the band members?\" she said, taking advantage of the fact that I was quite drunk (Even a fool could see that).
\"Yes...Rion,\" I blurted out, the amount of alchohol I had consumed just a while earlier finally taking over my words.
\"Oh? And how did this start?\" the reported said, somewhat dumbfounded. I wasn\'t surprised. I mean, interband relationships are one thing, but this was really weird.
\"I...I don\'t know how to explain. Shoo.\" I waved her away, and she ran off like a servant who would follow my every order. Hell, she probably would\'ve jumped off a cliff or slit her own wrists if I fed her enough persuasion.
\"By the way,\" she called, \"This will be on the news in about a month - see, we\'re really busy!\"
\"You dirty scum, skank, whore, bitch, slut!\" I heard someone shriek. I looked behind myself and saw a girl with wavy blonde curls, dressed in a leather miniskirt and black halter top that was pulled down so far you could practically see her areolas. She had an expression of oure anger, hatred, and rage put together on her face.
\"Whoa, what\'s the problem?\" I asked timidly.
She walked over to me (The guys behind her whistled) and pointed her long index finger right in my face. \"I used to be his girlfriend,\" she hissed, her eyes wide with rage, \"And now look! He\'s hooked up with some grimy kid!\"
\"I\'m not a kid,\" I said, \"I\'m eighteen, for your information. And how is any of that my fault?\"
\"You should\'ve just kept your distance, you...you fucking ho-bag!\"
\"Watch the language,\" I said calmly, \"And I couldn\'t keep my distance. See, I was doing the band a favor by...\"
But she didn\'t let me finish. Instead, she stormed off, stomping her feet and muttering all the curse words in her arsenal that she hadn\'t yet spit out. I just turned back around and shook my head as if mentally deciding that she was insane.
It was then that I realized what I had told the reporter. \"Dammit!\" I cried, stamping my foot. Once that premiered, the media\'s feedbag would be full enough to last more than a lifetime.