They say assuming makes an ass out of u and me.
They say a drunk man speak truer words.
[Future Editor Jeydon: Holy shit, this is cringey.]
[Started on January 17, 2017 - Ended on July 7, 2017]
I sighed deeply and sat in a chair near (Y/n)'s desk. I was locked in a room with my hot enemy. Fuck.
"Damn it! They're going to- ow!" (Y/n) hissed in pain. She held her side.
I rolled my eyes. "You better sit and calm down before you hurt yourself."
She growled and sat in her black desk chair. Her (Hair color) hair moved gracefully when she moved and her (Eye color) eyes shined with anger, pain and sadness but she was still beautiful. I must be going crazy to think this way. I still hate her with all my being but she's still beautiful, very beautiful.
"Hey redhead, take a picture, it'll last longer." (Y/n) said with anger. I guess she caught me staring at her. It's hard not to! She has perfect skin and wears no makeup! She had cool clothes on too!
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(She had to put her pants on btw)
(Y/n) usually wear more black and badass clothing but she's bandaged up and they don't need to be messed up. She, of course, still looks hot and badass.
'What the hell is wrong with me lately?'
"Hey, (Y/n)?" I asked and looked at her. She turned her attention from her phone to me.
"What." She replied, mad.
I paused. "Uh, will you play something on your guitar?"
She looked at me with hate. Then I looked over to the door so Shell get the hint. We need to make it look like we're getting along.
"Okay, but I'll need to record it since it's been awhile since I've done a song." She said then stool up and walked on from of her desk. Which meant, she had to bend down in front of me to take out her guitar. If you're still not getting the hint, I mean that I got a clear shit of her perfect ass.
"Don't get too excited, redhead." She smirked and looked at me with her (Favorite color) guitar in her hands, then sat down back in her chair. Then (Y/n) began to set up recording software and camera, which didn't take long.
I scooted my chair in front of her so I could watch her play.
"You want me to sing too?" (Y/n) asked. I nodded and she took a deep breath then began.
"Hello, Badasses! It's your fellow badass, (Y/n) or (Your Channel Name) here! It's been a while since I've done a song, so here's a song for you guys! I hope you enjoy!" (Y/n) smiled at the camera and took another deep breath then began. *play song above/in media*
"First things first I'ma say all the words inside my head I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh The way that things have been, oh-ooh
Second thing second Don't you tell me what you think that I can be I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh The master of my sea, oh-ooh
I was broken from a young age Taking my sulking to the masses Writing my poems for the few That looked at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me Singing from heartache from the pain Take up my message from the veins Speaking my lesson from the brain Seeing the beauty through the...
Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Pain! You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain! Let the bullets fly, oh let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from... Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Third things third Send a prayer to the ones up above All the hate that you've heard has turned your spirit to a dove, oh-ooh Your spirit up above, oh-ooh
I was choking in the crowd Building my rain up in the cloud Falling like ashes to the ground Hoping my feelings, they would drown But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing Inhibited, limited 'Til it broke open and rained down It rained down, like...
Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Pain! You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain! Let the bullets fly, oh let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from... Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Last things last By the grace of the fire and the flames You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh-ooh The blood in my veins, oh-ooh But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing Inhibited, limited 'Til it broke open and rained down It rained down, like...
Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Pain! You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain! Let the bullets fly, oh let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from... Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer.."
When she ended the last note, she smiled at the camera again and turned it off. I began clapping.
"Not too bad!" I applauded.
She raised and eyebrow. "Not to bad? Can you do better?"
"Um, no."
"Then I suggest you shut your pie hole." (Y/n) smirked and sat back at her desk. "Want to play some games?" He voice sounded fake because it was. She's never this happy unless it's her being badass. We're just doing this to get out.
