Zane's p.o.v
I awoke to my annoying alarm. I slammed my hand down. I felt it shatter. "God dammit. There goes another one." I stood up and stretched. I got dressed. I put in my lip ring. I put on my tennishoes, a grey beanie, a white hoodie, and my backpack. I climbed out my window. Time to head to hell.
Pixal's p.o.v
I awoke to someone shaking me. "Morning daddy.'' I said, smiling. My father smiled. "Good morning, Pixal. Are you ready for your first day?" He asked. I nodded happily. I got up. I put on my blue pastel skirt, my pink crop top, and my slip on violet shoes. I ate breakfast. "I'm on my way to school daddy!" I called. "Ok! Have a good day!" He yelled back. I walked out. Time for school.
Zane's p.o.v
I put in my headphones.
Play music now
(Just pretend Zane wrote this and recorded it.)
I sang along.
This is gospel,
For the fallen ones,
Locked away in permanent slumber,
Assembling their philosophies,
From peices of broken memories,
The gnashing teeth, and criminal tounges, conspire against the odds,
But they haven't seen the best best of us yet,
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go,
Cause these words are knives that often leave scars, the fear of falling apart,
And truth be told I never was yours,
The fear, the fear of falling apart,
This is gospel for the vagabonds,
Ne'er-do-wells insufferable bastards,
Confessing their apostasies,
Led away by imperfect imposters,
Don't try and sleep through the end of the world,
Bury me alive,
Cause I won't give up without a fight,
If you love me let me go,
If you love me let me go,
Cause these words are knives that often leave scars,
The fear of falling apart,
Truth be told I never was yours,
The fear, the fear of falling apart
O-o-o-o-o-oh,
The fear of falling apart,
O-o-o-o-o-oh,
The fear of falling apart,
O-o-o-o-o-oh,
The fear of falling apart,
O-o-o-o-o-oh,
The fear of falling apart,
O-o-o-o-o-oh, this is the,
This is the fear of falling apart.
(End of song)
I finished singing and saw I had arrived at school. Time to enter the gates of hell.
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Don't Cry~ A Pixane Love Story
FanfictionI didn't expect to fall in love. Especially with a pastel. ~ Zane is emo. He's bullied, picked on, and abused at school and home. Pixal, a cute, sweet pastel. Everyone loves her. ~ Will these 2 opposites fall in love
