Roommates

Faking photography is fun!

I was still up and the sun was now starting to join me, sadly.  It was Saturday.  I told the boys that I'm a photographer.  Do they work on Saturdays?  Or do they just go out whenever they want and take pictures?  I don't know but I need to buy a camera anyway.  I slipped on an outfit that would prevent me from being burned half to death.  I wasn't sure if the boys were up but I'm sure they weren't. I didn't hear any sounds besides slight snoring.  I still wanted to be careful so I slipped out of my window and floated down.  That was one of my powers that I'm actually good at.  I'm not good at manipulating people, my sister was good at that. 

I walked down the street to an old store a few blocks from my apartment.  As I was walking a little dog came from an alley.  It was a homeless dog.  I found him and gave him food every day I went to the store, which was often.  I named him Ian a few weeks ago.  The little dog started to follow me.  I looked back behind me and said, "I don't have any food for you right now, Ian."   He ran up beside me and whined.  "I'll buy you some, don't worry."  I got to the door and went inside.  The old lady who works there was behind the counter like always.  "Good morning Brie." She smiled.  "Good morning Melva." I said.  I searched for a camera and got one then bought some dog food along the way.   Once I got outside I opened the dog food and fed some to Ian.

I had no clue what I was going to take pictures of.  I can't take pictures of the sun rising, that would burn.  I looked around me.  I got the camera out and took a picture of a trash can.  Seriously? A fucking trash can?  I walked back home, stopped once in a while and took a picture of something.  It looked ok.  I was fucked if they ever asked to see my pictures.  I sighed.  I seriously need to find something to take a picture of.  I sat the bag of dog food down and heard Ian whine.  I looked down at him.  That's it!  I can take pictures of Ian.  "Ian." I said.  He looked at me and tilted his head.  I crouched down and snapped a picture of him.  I grabbed some dog food and held my hand out to him, he gradually took it and I snapped another picture.  I took a few more before deciding to head back.  The sun was already out and bright.  Good thing the building's were blocking it.  I left the bag of dog food down the alley Ian sleeps in.  I hurried home trying to get away from the sun as quickly as possible.

Once I got halfway to my door I heard a guitar and drums.  I see they're up.  I felt around for my key.  "Fuck." I whispered to myself.  I forgot my key.  I was hesitant to knock on the door.  Why?  This is my apartment.  I was here first.  I knocked on the door softly.  Thank God one of them heard me, I didn't want to start banging on my own apartment door.  Mikey was the one to open the door.  He didn't say anything, I didn't say anything.  Hopefully the others wouldn't notice me.  I quietly walked in but as soon as I reached for my door handle one of them had to call my name.  I turned around.  "Yes?" I asked.  "This is our drummer, Bob.  Bob this is our roommate, Brie." Said Gerard.  He waved and I slightly threw my hand up.  I went in my room and locked the door.  A loud high pitched noise triggered my ears.  "Fuck!" I yelled, covering my ears.  I heard a muffled "sorry!" from the other side of the wall.  Fuckers.  There was a sound of guitars and drums at once but then stopped.  Then continued but stopped and kept repeating the same thing over and over.  Then I heard the guitar start to play.  After a while I heard a raspy voice say,  "Sister, I'm not much a poet," then they started screaming,  "But a criminal and you never had a chance!" 

"Love it or leave it! You can't understand it! Oh pretty face what you do so carry on, and on and on!" They screamed.  It sort of sounded nice.  Well, not nice but it sounded good.  They continued to scream sing but then I guess a guitar messed up because I heard one of them say "fuck" then they all stopped.  I didn't hear anything after a while so I figured they stopped practicing.

I was thirsty.  Very thirsty.  I didn't want to go out to get something but I, like I said, was thirsty.  I got up and unlocked my door but before I went out I changed my clothes.  I looked like I was dressed for winter.  I didn't change much, all I did was change my shirt.  I walked out of my room quickly, a little too quickly but no one noticed.  I poured some blood in my cup and as I was doing so I heard a little "ew" and I knew exactly who it was who said it.  I turned around and gave Frank a death glare. 

I stood at the counter watching them discuss the song they were playing.  I noticed Frank was looking at Gerard a certain way.  A different kind of look than the others.  It's like he's in love.  I wonder if they're dating? 

They started back singing but were doing a different song.   It started out with guitar and soon after the drummer and Gerard joined in.  A minute more of just guitar went by and Gerard started to sing.  "And if your heart stops beating, I'll be here wondering did you get what you deserve."  Sang Gerard.  I liked this song.  I liked the other one but I like this one a little bit more.

I watched Ray's fingers move so gracefully across the guitar.  Gerard was moving a lot.  Frank was watching him too, just he was paying more attention to Gerard's ass than anything.  I giggled at it.  Mikey looked at me curiously and I looked at him with concerned.  I didn't mean to look at him so concerned.  I wasn't concerned about him, he was doing fine.  It was myself  I was concerned about.  I haven't giggled in so many years.