Grey Phoenix

Meet the Girls

I tapped my feet to a random beat I made in my head as I waited for Jonathan to get back with his friends. I've known this guy for three years, and I haven't heard anything about the girls he intends to show me.

"Last, but certainly not least, we have my good friend... Isabella. She will be your new roommate!" Says the all too cheerful voice of Jon.

Jon steps into the room as he introduces me. He is quite handsome, but I don't date. Not to mention he is homosexual. He has platinum blonde hair that is tied up in a bun. He has a grey-blue button up shirt, grey dress pants, and black dress shoes. His brown eyes seemed to scream friendliness.

Next to Jon was a woman with long, brown hair and grey eyes. She was wearing a Gryffindor t-shirt that showed off her stomach, black shorts, and black tennis shoes. Her finger nails were painted with black paint and white skull and cross bones.

Next to Edgey McGee was a girl with blonde, curly hair and green eyes. She looked around the room, as if commanding respect. She had on a grey Pokèmon t-shirt, blue jeans, and white converse.

To Pokèmon's right was a woman with light brown hair, brown eyes, and thick black glasses. She had an anime t-shirt, jean shorts, and blue converse on. I shall call her McAnimeme.

On the other side of Pokèmon was a woman with black hair and blue eyes. She had a short blue dress and black, ripped leggings. Girly McGothface. I thought to myself.

"Hey there, Edgey McGee," I say as I stand up, just barely reaching the shortest girl's, Girly McGothface, chin.

"Cute, but where is our drummer?" Asks Edgey as she looks right through me.

"Eve!! Be nice!" Burst out Jon.

"I am simply asking this child where the drummer is," Edgey, now identified as Eve, stated with a smirk.

"I am. You better learn to respect me, or your stay here will be Hell," I growled. This bitch!!

"This is Lylac," Jon points to the Pokèmon chick, "Lilli," Animeme, "you already know Eve, and May," Girly.

"Isabella," I state.

I flicked the hair out of my face and turned around. I began to walk towards my music room, on the way I grabbed a new pair of drum sticks. I broke the old ones when I was drumming out the nervousness I felt about the girls coming over.

I felt a hand grab my shoulder, I instantly tense up before realizing that it was only Jon. I looked at him and smiled, as if saying 'I'm okay.'

"Where is Roxy?" Jon asked, looking around.

"¡Perro, ven aquí!(dog, come here!)" I called.

Less then two seconds later, my medical alert dog, Roxy, came bounding into the room.

"This is Roxy, my medical alert dog," I mumble, emmbaresed that they would know I need an animal to help me.

"Aww! She is so cute!" Squeals Lylac.

I roll my eyes and smile. "Yeah, but we are about to see why Jonny Boy dragged you out to L.A." I chuckle as I walk through the door to my music room.

It was all black with sound foam covering all the walls. In the corner was my drum set, they were black and surrounded by glass. Next to it was the keyboard, on it's right was the microphone for the leadsinger, slightly behind that is the two guitars.

"And this is where the magic will happen," I see with a wink and a laugh.

"You did good, kid. Thanks for setting up my guitar," smiles May.

"Cool!" Shouts Lilli.

I nod.

Jonathan gasped and held my hand with his other hand gripping his phone. He squealed and showed me his screen.

"They just asked me out!!" He squealed.

"Congrats, mate. Who's the lucky lady?" Eve said.

"His name is Tyler." I growled, slightly annoyed that people always make assumptions about Jon.

"You did not tell us this!" Shouts Lilli. Her face was stretched in an enormous smile that nearly split her face.

"Grew up around homophobic people, do it's my first instinct to not let anyone find out my sexuality. Only reason this cute one knows is because she went through my phone," Jon explains, chuckling at the end.

I stood up on the tips of my toes and kissed his stubbled cheek.

"And before you ask, I'm not interested in this asshole and vise versa. Even if he was straight, I'm way out of his league!" I tease him and flip my short hair.

(Time skip mates.)

I just finished showering. Stepping out of the shower, I quickly wrapped a towel around myself. Walking as fast as I could, I headed off towards my room.

Stepping into my room, I looked towards my dresser. Rushing over to open it and find some clothing. I pulled out an extra large Starbomb t-shirt and black leggings.

I blow dried my hair, then flopped down on my bed and turned on my television set. I put it on the right setting and pulled out my phone and played Twenty Øne Piløts songs, casting it up on my TV.

"Goodnight," I whisper to myself as I began to drift off.

XxxxxxX

Well, sleep last night was horrible. Insomnia, nightmares, sleep paralysis!? Haven't suffered from that in a while.

I stood up to head to my bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw I had a major case of bed head. My hair, as usual, is basically an afro. Grabbing a comb, hair brush, and hair gel, I begin working.

Thirty minutes later, and I am finally done! My hair is still untamed, but looks like I put a huge amount of effort to me.

I walk to my kitchen to make some coffee, getting out the butterscotch and cinnamon flavoring.

I then turn around and walk across the room for my medication. I rummage through the cabinet. I finally found my iron for my anemia, vitamins, antidepressants, and pain medicine. Piling it all on my counter top and pull out one iron pill, one vitamin pill, one antidepressant, and two pain pills. I swallow them all and sit down.

"Morning bitch," I here a rough voice behind me.

"Hey there slut," I smile.

"How long have you been up Isabella?" Jon asked as he hugged me.

"Since 0500, so not that long," I say.

"BLOODY HELL! WHY ARE YOU ALREADY AWAKE!?" Some one screeches from across the house.

I sigh. This is going to be a long day.

Hey there mates! Spirit here with a quick authors note. This is going to tackle a lot of serious issues such as racism, sexism, homophobia, anxiety, and depression. I will no romatisize any of it. It is not "cool," an interesting thing to have, or something to boast about. These are very serious things and I will be addressing them as that. I had a lot of fun making these characters, especially Jonathan. He is one of my favorites. Now I hope you enjoyed.