This is a story that I started, and Crazy Sparkle Monster has continued.
ENJOY! [comments are welcome] :]


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Brendon Urie.
He sat there with his group of popular friends. He had gorgeus deep-brown eyes, and dark chocolate coloured hair. His smile was so beautiful that it was often compared to a stary night sky. He was perfect in HER eyes.
Stella Hays.
Sat alone in the corner. She would often daydream about HIM holding her close in his arms. All She wanted was to feel his soft touch.
Dominique Rijack.
Was a stuck-up Bitch. Every girl hated her, yet wanted to be like her. Dominique Sat beside Brendon. She turned to him and instantly placed her glossed lips on his.

Stella watched as her heart was torn apart. Only one single tear fell down her face. Stella quickly ran to the nearest bathroom and waited until she was alone.

"What's the use of living if I can't be in his arms?" she thought.

Only moments later, a gunshot echoed through the school hallways. Stella was gone.

This message has been edited. Last edited by: diamond.daydream,

why are one shots always so...sad?

haha. I know know. xD
They just always end up that way.. I can try to write a happy one tonight and maybe post it tomorrow... xDDD

yay!

and poor stella. though it was kinda...rash to kill herself. and how did she have a gun? or did some random person break in and kill her? too mnay questions!

Nah, she killed herself with a gun...I dont know where she got it. xDD

she found it behind a toilet. you find all kinds of weird things there...

mainly plungers though

Hahahaha!

YEAH xD
okay.

wait, what? sorry i got distracted. i bet you could make this into more of a story...just a pinch of inspiration, a dash of creativity, and a generous proportion of chemical X should make it work!

I would, but I'm too lazy. xDDD

I'M SUCH A LAZY PERSON.

and thats why I write one shots most of the time xD

oooh....wanna write a story together? you start it, i use what you created to finish it! or at least get it rolling far enough so that you can write more

YES! GOOD IDEA!

shall i try with this one? or do you want to PM me a story idea?

You go ahead

Mkay.


A gunshot echoed through the hallways.

"What was that?" Brendon asked, his eyes wide, with just a touch of worry.

"Nothing," Dominique told him confidently and tried to plant her lips on his again, but he avoided the big pink things.

"No, I think I heard a gun shot...Didn't Stella just walk that way?" he asked, worry showing more clearly in his eyes.

"Who's Stella?" she asked irritably.

"You know, Stella! She's in like, all of my classes. She's about up to my shoulder, black curly hair, and nice blue eyes," he described, revealing that he knew more about Stella than she ever knew.

"And we care what heppened to her why?" she said lazily.

"Because she was a cool person..." he muttered and started walking in the direction of the shot. To his surprise, no one else was walking towards where the noise had come from.

As he walked toward where he thought it had come from, a girl about Stella's age cam barreling down the hall in the same direction as Brendon. She nearly knocked him over.

"Did you hear that? I swear there was a gunshot over there..." she said in a panicky voice.

"For a second I thought I was the only one who'd heard that!" he said in relief.

"I think something happend to Stella..." she said, still hurrying in the directionof the girls' bathroom.

"You know Stella?" he asked.

"I'm like, her best friend. Oh god I hope she's okay," she muttered and opened the bathroom door. She screamed and tumbled backwards. Brendon caught her, and set her on the floor. He stepped into the room and saw Stella's corpse.

"Oh god..." he muttered, looking at the blackish blood spreading on the tile floor. He felt like fainting himself, but he stood strong. He stepped, almost trodding on the girl's hand.

She suddenly came to.

"Stella..." she said, and tears slipped down her face.

"What happened?" Brendon found himself asking.

"I don't know. Damn, I told her not to be so torn up about that boy..." she moaned to herself.

"What boy? If he did this to her, I'm gonna beat his ass!" Brendon said in irrational anger.

"His name was...Brendon or something. She freakin' loved him, but he was all cuddly with The Whore. Damn," she told him.

"Wait...what?" he asked, looking pained. Did he do this to her? He hoped like hell that he hadn't.

The girl stood up and shook her head. She stepped into the bathroom, and started cleaning the blood abit. She winced as her bare hands went near what remained of Stella's head.

"I can't do this," she said, sobbing and running out.

"Who was she?" Brendon heard a silky voice say from behind him.

"I don't know..." he muttered as he looked down sorrowfully.

"That was Luna," Dominique's annoying side kick said. She was about four feet tall, and she had the most annoying voice you could imagine.

"Well...there you have it..." Brendon said, and felt his eyes starting to burn with tears as he gazed at Stella's wrecked body.

Thats amazing!