I haven't been on the boards in forever. Since it's Christmas Break I thought, hey, I should get on the board, write a fic and catch up with old friends. So here is a little something for now. (: Tell me if you like it? Also, after I wrote this I noticed it might be a little confusing. So let me clear it up. First, the italicized paragraph is what I suppose is the prologue. I hope the rest is self explanatory. I'm super sorry if I'm confusing you, just let me know if i am. haha.


Everytime I See You I Still Hear Trumpets.
Chapter One
I hated the moments when I passed him in the hallways; the ragged breathing I always experienced when he brushed by. I didn't care that he hated the very sight of me, that his purpose in hurting me was my fault. I pushed myself to go there everyday, thinking that today might be the day he forgave me. In the few months we had been apart I realized how much of what I did was for myself, how I hated the bare though of what our friendship made people think of us. I was selfish and I crushed my best friend, my partner in crime, my anchor to reality, my muse, my everything. I could have avoided all of this if I didn't listen to that stupid song; if I didn't put so much thought into a stupid chorus line, if I didn't love him.

"You will love this song, it's probably the next biggest thing since sliced bread. I am totally serious Brit. Do not give me that look. I swear I'm not high."

"Come on Brendon, this is ridiculous. I told you that practically everything is bigger than sliced bread. I believe I also told you that you should lay off the red bull. Why don't you just show the song to Kaylee first, she's your girlfriend. Sing to her."

"She'll get mad. I need you to listen to it first."

"She'll get mad if she finds out you're talking to me."

"Lay off Brit. Seriously."

"Well, if I was Kaylee and I saw you randomly attack me, blindfold me, and drag me away... that would upset me more than a song."

"Was that sentence even grammatically correct?"

"Take this damn blindfold off of me or I swear to God I will kick your ass."

"Touchy, touchy..."

Brendon's voice drifted as his hands took off the cloth from my eyes. The light from the moon welcomed me, I was on his apartment's balcony. I hadn't noticed that he was sitting on the floor and with one swift movement he brought me down with him, one of my long braids hitting him in the face. I plopped down awkwardly beside him.

"Was that really necessary, Brendon?"

"I have to admit that I didn't deserve to be assaulted by your mutant braid."

"I'm a mutant now. Seriously? Gee, thanks."

"Just shut up and listen."

With an odd arm movement that only a double joint person can accomplish, Brendon grabbed his guitar from the fluffy patio chair behind him. I observed him warily behind my RayBan frames. The last song Brendon showed me was "First Try". He hadn't hit puberty yet and some of the notes were a little off. I thought it was adorable, and thanks to that song I got Kaylee, the creator of destruction who definitely smells like death.

With my luck this song would probably cause their marriage; on the off chance, humor me please, that I have the best luck, like when harry potter died and came back to life, this is the break up song. HA. I guess I clear my calender for summer nuptials, and with that Brendon cleared his throat and began to strum his guitar. The notes were sweet and simple. The words were something else all together. I felt like dying.

"When I sleep at night I remember our funny jokes,
I hear your laugh ring in my ears, and then
I feel like falling over with sorrow.
I am sorry I have to be like this

I loved our inside jokes, and
Your collection of off white
Shoes and erasers.
I am just sorry,
I am just sorry
I made you fall in love with me.

Since grade school we've traded
Candies and report cards.
Since middle school we've traded
Broken hearts and failing grades.
Since high school we've traded
Love, Fame and Glory.

Right Now I don't wanna trade
I don't wanna settle.
I wanna be straight and true.

I loved our inside jokes, and
Your collection of off white
Shoes and erasers.
I am just sorry,
I am just sorry
I made you fall in love-"

He stopped the moment he caught my eyes, the very moment my heart shattered. How did he know? I was pretty sure I was being as hidden as could be about my feelings toward him. No one knew, no one even hinted they thought that, the only person I trusted with my secret was Ryan. I knew he would never tell. I don't really know what I was thinking. One second the feeling in my body disappeared and the next I slapped him. He tried to stop me from leaving. I was just too damn stubborn.

My surroundings were blurred. All I could see was red. I was embarrassed, but more was rage. How dare he ridicule me like that? It never occurred to me in that moment that the song was a gamble, the he didn't actually know. It's real purpose never occurred to me. What I did next went too far. I went in search for Kaylee. How naive.

Hahaaa. This is an epic fail.

hey! this is not an epic fail! its actually really good! NICE SLAP BTW! XD
you should continue
and btw, as you can see in my sig, i'm Kendra

HI!!!!!!

THIS STORY IS THE OPPOSITE OF FAIL!

ITS VERY GOOD!
Please continue!

thanks guys. XD
i'll have something long and detailed up by the end of today. i have relatives coming in later, oh dearrr.

this is really good!

i liked the song.

This is NOT an epic fail.
Continue, please!
BTW, if you need someone extra in the story...
I'm here.
I'm Christal.

Chapter Deux
I raced down the hallway trying to steer my way through the madness that was thoughts. I felt tears of wax caress my cheeks. Seriously, I said to myself, What is your problem? We were getting over Brendon remember? We told Ryan it was just a crush. Totally normal, a hormone thing. But, I wouldn't listen. I ignored my voice of reason. I knew better, but it hurt, has your best friend ever told you that they were sorry they made you fall in love with them? It was like being disowned.

Someone grabbed me, and pushed me to the wall. Fresh air instantly rushed through me; the world was just a little clearer. I knew this person, so thin and tall, like a beanstalk, but as strong as the giant that lives at the top.

"Ryan- He- I," The words wouldn't come out. I felt out of this world. This is what I deserved for being such a sarcastic smart ass. My knees buckled.

"Brittney. Calm down, Brendon told me you were upset. He wouldn't tell me what happened. Just that you were being unreasonable. Why are you so ridiculous?"

That caught me off guard. Ryan didn't know. This was a secret I could keep until, well until I could balance myself out enough. I could pretend this never happened. I could talk about this later. For all I knew this was some lame dream I was having, cause I dream pretty big.

"Wake up, Wake up," I continued to chant and the dream Ryan became to falter back and forth like a ghost. My arms locked to my side and I began to fall ever so quickly. I began to fall and I felt like I would never wake up.

My life is so much worse than some silly dream.

OMG...THAT WAS AMAZING....please update soon!

Chapter Three
I awoke drenched in sweat, hair sticking to my face. Again; I could not believe it had happened again. The same out of body experience, the feelings and the sense of confusion. I lifted what I could of my limp body so I could sit up. I reached over for my glasses on the stand, my RayBan frames. I inhaled deeply and then turned to stare at my clock.

5:46AM

I sighed desperately, the air leaving my body visible, it was freezing in my small apartment. I felt like dying, like just falling over, my insomnia medication never worked, and the side effects that came along with it drove me mad. I mean what was with the Panic at the Disco dreams? I desperately hated those wannabes, not to mention how they made me feel, so meaningless and week. This one was new, I even had narration going on at the beginning. Creepy. I had been sick enough with my head cold, I needed rest and insomnia did not make it must easier. I looked at the clock again.


5:50AM

I ran my fingertips over the satin sheet, cool at the touch. This motion relaxed me enough to the point where I could move out of bed. The feel of the carpet tingled my toes. I might as well start getting ready for work, today I would need all the time possible. As the carpet plush welcomed my feet I walked to the shower to begin running the water so it would heat up. In the meantime I turned on my television, I needed to know what I would be facing today at work.

"... the turmoil in Greece. As for news more close to home the Governor of -"

I clicked off the TV. All repetition of the day before, no surprise there, channels were usually on loop during the night. I dragged myself to the bathroom and readied myself for a warm shower. As the water made contact with my skin all my kinks and knots began to work themselves out. It was nice to feel a peace for once and be able to clear my mind.

In my search for an appropriate outfit to wear to work an object caught my attention in the corner of my eye. A letter slipped under my door, how odd. I trudged to the door, hair dripping and water trailing. Observing it before I touched it I noticed its mysterious elegance. I flashed back to a conversation just hours ago and knew exactly what it was. My assignment.

haha. there you go. wish fulfilled XD

WOOT! YOU UPDATED! -does happy dance-

AWESOME update btw xD

Bahhhaa. I'm happy you like it.
I'll type some more up tomorroww.
Super tired. Les relatives are pouring in from all directions. Crazy stuff, these holidays.

MY BIRTHDAY IS IN A DAYY. haha. cause it is now the 23rd and then bam, the 24th.

OH! thats SOOOO COOL! YOUR BIRTHDAY IS ON CHRISTMAS EVE! DOUBLE THE PRESENTS! xD