June 1, 2009 FreeWriting
EDIT: I went through and highlighted all of the songs, so it should be easier to read now... less walls of text for your eyes to die on...
This took a LONG time to type - Its three fucking pages. I'm actually quite scared just as to why my mind goes to these places... I mean, I started this out with a vague idea that I wanted Hando to feel jelous that Aiden bedded me in the last freewriting (although it didn't count since I didn't write the gory details; Hando doesn't know that), but I never expected it to go this far! Just goes to show you what happens at a typewriter...
Vaughn and Hando are fighting over me again... TT.TT
Apologies for the possible typos... I was copying from a sheet that had way more of them. And I'm not even going to touch spellcheck
WE END WITH: rootbeer bottles, Sullivans, grilled cheese burgers with bacon, A1, glass blowers, Williamsburg, my childhood, rootbeer toffees, Dr. Pepper, Vaughn, Stained glass projects, alleyways, closet doorways (and the crap inside them), Vietnam fatigues, Lincon Bay, Dear Vaughn Letters, bankers, Zarin ticked off, THE ASTONISHING ADVENTURES OF FANBOY AND GOTH GIRL (and their characters), Aiden, crying angels, beds filled with a ton of shit, shining conforters, good lovers, brooding advarsaries, Hando, Tomas, fights in Dublin over stupid shit, Footscray, washed sheets in abandoned buildings, cloverheads, 100% bonafide white men, aussie accents, musical rainbows, statutory rape, pedofilia, rape, virgins, South Pole capris, boots, astral projecting, mysterious gunshots, Bud, Rose, Raphael, Vaughn drunk, Aria teleporting, good girls and bad girls, and blackness.
Any questions, please either consult the list or ask me in a comment (where I will scold you for not reading the List and then copy your answer from it.)
FREEWRITING
June 1, 2009, 6:15 PM; Pink Floyd - Another Brick in the Wall
As I sit here, waiting for the song to change to something that I like better(Goo Goo Dolls - Dawson's Creek), I think over the brown root-beer bottle that I finshed off earlier today during the car ride home from the resturant where my father and I ate - Sullivan's. Good burgers - goooood burgers. I had a bacon cheeseburger, but put A1 on it, since that's what I was in the mood for atm.
Anyway, back to the bottle (Something by Pink Floyd is playing - Dean is showing off). I'm not really in the mood for capitalization or fixing any of my crap typos. They are what they are (Song: Dark Side Of The Moon - Pink Floyd). Its a beautiful brown; translucent grimy brown that reminds me of glass blowers in Williamsburg and the 18th century. It also reminds me of the rootbeer toffees that I used to eat as a kid. They tasted like rootbeer. That same rough and course flavor that I grew up with and often order... nothing like Dr. Pepper.
(Toby Keith - Rodeo Moon) I'm too impatient to keep writing, and I really want to stop, but none of my characters have shown up yet, and I miss them. I wanna tell Vaughn about my stained glass project, but he's not here.
"Besides, I already know what it looks like." He's leaning up against the closet doorway much like an alleyway, and he talks to me simply, as if nothing in the world matters at all. He's got his fatigues on - but they're from Vietnam - and his eyepatch. He's on duty... He's just leaning up there - as if he's always been there (Just like in Lincon Bay when he stood there for HOURS), like he was born there or something.. In typical easy Vaughn fashion/style, havin' a smoke.
(Casulty Vampires - Circle Jerks) I jump up and run to him, tackle/hugging him and we fall into the closet ontop of all my shit. he's taken surprise by my intertia an his eye is wide in shock, but hell, I'm just so glad he's here! I grin from ear to ear and kiss him. "Omigod - I missed you a ton!"
(Had enough - Breaking Benjimin) He scowls at me, and hauls me off of him, setting us both back upright. "I'm still mad at you, you know."
For the Dear Vaughn letter I'm planning... "Well, I haven't written it yet..." My protest dies by the time it sees the riot squad.
"But you're planning it. You're giving me a kid, and a girlfriend who runs..." He checks his mental rollidex for a moment, and then turns his gaze back to me "-off with a banker! A BANKER, Abby?! Really?! Have I not been good to you lately?"
His arms make expressive gestures and I'm reminded of Zarin when he's genuinely ticked off. I instantly feel sorry for him and regret my plan.
"...At least I didn't put her with an airman... or a coastguardsman..." My mumble is low, but he catches it.
And his face hurts me the most. Shock, betrayl, torn features; I went too far... I shouldn't have said that.
He just shakes his head and walks away. He walks through the wall and I'm all alone again. I want to cry, but I'm too numb. I feel like that kid (Charlie was it?) (Number Of The Beast - Iron Maiden) in THE ASTONISHING ADVENTURES OF FANBOY AND GOTHGIRL.
I'm there for a while on the floor (Still in love with you - Jonas Brothers; how appropriate...) before I feel cold hands on my, and I look and its Aiden, looking real kind. His eyes are half black - he's hungry, but not quite enough to piss him into a mood. He looks so sorry, like a crying angel or something... His cold penetrates the thin fabric of my tee-shirt and he's got me around him - or he's around me, I can't tell which right now. (What's my age again? - Blink 182)
He picks me up, ever so gently fora frail, and takes me over to the bed(Where he simultaneously clears off all the crap ontop of it - in one fell swoop) and he lays down, pulling me ontop of him.
I shuffle myself to get comfy; I lay facedown on his chest. His jacked is open and his black tee-shirt is exposed. The cotton feels foreign on my skin. I smooth myself onto it, cheek and palm down ontop of the cool white letters (AVMC). He takes a tuft of my hair (Chestnut brown??) and smooths it down with his pale hand, calmly stroking it. He's not the good lover, or the brooding advarsary, he's just the shining comforter.
(DIsasterpiece - slipknot) We lay there for a while in silence before he speaks. His voice is soft and cool, like his body and it lulls me out and into a slumber all at the same time. I love it.
I don't catch what he said, and he doesn't repeat it, so we could care less about the answer. (EDIT: THE BLISTER EXISTS - slipknot)
God, why does this feel forced???
Hando appears out of thin air behind me and grabs my arm. He wrenches me out of Aiden's, and yanks me up over his shoulder. Aiden's quick behind, but oddly not quick enough 'cuz he has to fight Tomas... They're transported to Dublin and they're fighting over some bar or girl or something.... I'm alittle busy not noticing and paying more attention to where the hell Hando's taking me.
He doesn't say a word, but instead keeps marching, and instantly we're in Footscray in some abandoned building. (Motley Crue - anarchy in the UK; again appropriate?)
He flips me down on the bed and then he leaves the room turning to lock in(sic?). There's sheets - well that's a start. They look washed too... Before I can get aware/imagine my surroundings, he's back and slipping off his suspenders. His shirt's off and I can see some of his tattoos.
"I'm not going to let some shit 'cloverhead' have you when you could have 100% bonafide white man." His pants are off now and he's just in his breifs. But while that's intrancing in itself, I'm more rapped up in his accent. The aussie rolls around me like those musical rainbows (Gavin degraw - more than anyone) I used to start out my freewritings with.
He crawls ontop of me, and I shrink back at fist. "Hando, I'm underage. This is statutory rape!"
He just laughs. "There's no such thing. There's pedofilia, and there's rape. I do neither." He rubs my cheek lovingly and starts to pull off my shirt button by button.
His head is down, attention focused on the task at hand, and I have to raise it up to look at me. "H-hando... I've never really done it before, ya know?"
He only grins and kisses me. "Don't worry baby; I'm sure you'll like it."
He's unzipping my capris now, flicking off the abnormally large button and suddenly my pants are at my feet, along with my still-on shoes. He leans down to untie my boots and I have a moment to breathe.
I'm scared, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing and hwy the hell am I here, and do I want this? I'm sure I do, and this is nothing like Aiden holding me and kissing me softly.
Hando's done now, and he's back ontop of me, laying his hard, inked body upon mine. One hand's on my neck and face/cheeks (Track 12 - Toby Keith), and the other's down below, a finger inside... trying to stir me up.
It only takes a minute, and the finger's gone, and then he slips inside. I hear him groan, and GOD HE'S SO BIG!!! Not long big, but THICK big!! And he's all the way in, and he's going to rip me apart, and I'm astral projecting out of my body now and I don't know what the hell to do, and my bakc arches up, and he must have heard me gasp cuz he's laughing now, and the rhythm speeds up, and I keep bouncing.
(Dance Inside - All American Rejects) And it keeps going and going and goign, and as he speeds up, and I'm going to be ripped apart, and there's sound coming from my lips but I'm not in control, and this must be how Rose felt as Raphael fucked her over and over and over and over again, and wow.. I'm apart and... and then he stops. The door bangs open, along with my eyes, and Vaughn's standing there and his eyes are all bleary...
And then Hando's just yanked out of me, I don't even see Aria coming, but she's there and she's got me like the groom and the bride, and she's carrying me like the groom and the bride, and she's carrying me out of the doorway and to the car. Vaughn and Hando are inside fighting and I swear I hear a gunshot, but when I ask Aria, she ways Vaughn doesn't have a gun, and I'm confused, and Bud's there and he rushes in after us, trying to get to Hando and collar him before Vaughn kills him, or maybe its the other way around, and my head is spinning, and I'm projecting again, and Aria tells me to lay down and breathe, and I breathe cuz I'm a good girl and everything - but I'm not a good girl, I'm a bad girl cuz I fucked with Hando, and I tell her this and she laughs, and she closes my eyes like I'm dead, and I'm out....
I'm out and the blackness is nice.... its niiice....
WE END WITH: rootbeer bottles, Sullivans, grilled cheese burgers with bacon, A1, glass blowers, Williamsburg, my childhood, rootbeer toffees, Dr. Pepper, Vaughn, Stained glass projects, alleyways, closet doorways (and the crap inside them), Vietnam fatigues, Lincon Bay, Dear Vaughn Letters, bankers, Zarin ticked off, THE ASTONISHING ADVENTURES OF FANBOY AND GOTH GIRL (and their characters), Aiden, crying angels, beds filled with a ton of shit, shining conforters, good lovers, brooding advarsaries, Hando, Tomas, fights in Dublin over stupid shit, Footscray, washed sheets in abandoned buildings, cloverheads, 100% bonafide white men, aussie accents, musical rainbows, statutory rape, pedofilia, rape, virgins, South Pole capris, boots, astral projecting, mysterious gunshots, Bud, Rose, Raphael, Vaughn drunk, Aria teleporting, good girls and bad girls, and blackness.
I went through five songs just to list all that shit above...
Smashing pumpkins - doomsday clock; 7:28 PM