late night wishes

naomi-hour four wish eight

"Please don't call me silly because of this next wish, but I've changed it a lot over the years and this was probably always my favorite wish." I warn Eric, sitting down behind a headstone. I lean back on the stone and Eric flinches. "Are you scared that I'm wake up some angry spirits or something?"

"Sorta, but that doesn't matter. Go back to your wish." Eric smiles, standing next to me.

"We'll be 'making' music videos for five of my favorite Melanie Martinez songs. I'd rather not film though." I blush, looking down.

"That's so awesome." Eric chuckles, squatting down to my level.

"Really?" I look up at him, smiling.

"Yeah, now let's get you dancing or whatever." He reaches out his hand and helps me up.

"Oh boy, you're in for a treat." I laugh, meeting his blue, blue eyes.

Wow, I love his eyes.

"I'm excited, I love treats." Eric leads me to an open part of the cemetery.

"Here?"

"Here."

"Alright, here goes wish eight." I laugh, sitting down. Eric sits about a yard away from me, smiling.

I pull out my phone and start playing Crybaby.

You seem to replace your brain your heart.

I point to my chest and then my head.

You take things so hard and then you fall apart.

I slowly stand and slowly fall.

They call you crybaby, crybaby. But you fucking care.

I mouth the words, on the verge of fake tears.

You're all on your own and you've lost all your friends. You told yourself that it's not you it's them.

I point to myself, shake my head, and then point to Eric.

For the reminder of the song I pretty much just almost fake cry and do various, stupid dance moves.

Sex don't sleep when the lights are off.

Eric's taken by surprise by this line in Sippy Cup, but I just smile and wag my finger.

You call that ass your own, we call that silicone.

Again, Eric gets confused. I just gesture to my ass and shake my head "laughing".

Pill diet, pill diet. If they get you on new pill, then you will buy it. If they say to kill yourself then you will try it.

I "feed" myself tons of "pills" during the first line. I wait till the end of the second line to "shoot" myself though. Wow, the faces Eric is making are gold.

Your favorite candy's cotton, that's why are your teeth are rotten.

I quickly place my hand over my mouth, as if I were scared my teeth would fall out.

The song slowly comes to an end and there's a short moment of silence before Alphabet Boy plays.

You build me up like building blocks, just so you can bring me down.

I stand up slowly, as if someone was building me. I fall quickly though.

I say "fuck your degree",Alphabet Boy.

I flip off Eric, who gets a laugh out of this one.

But your not my daddy, and I'm not your dolly and your dictionary's destroyed.

I shake my head, pointing at Eric first. Then I shake my head pointing to me. I finish by "throwing" a "dictionary" behind me.

I say "fuck your degree", Alphabet Boy.

Since the song is nearing an end and this is the last time this line is said I "rip" the degree.

Eric claps at my performance as the beginning of Pity Party plays. I stand up and just move with the rhythmic the song even though I barely can.

Tell me why the hell no one is here.

I stomp loudly, pouting

After more awkward dancing, the moment that I've been waiting for all night has come:the scream.

It's my party and I cry if I want to.

I then I just,

scream,

as loud as humanly possible.

I fall to the run and continue to dance and such till the end of the song. Eric stares at me so amazing, I can't help but break my "Melanie" to smile at him.

4.7-9.16

Im sorry you guys had to wait so long for this chapter but it's pretty good, right?

-glo