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Eat The Rich, Baby PREVIEWLilly had turned on the television in her small apartment complex, looking bored as she flipped through the channels. It was late at night and she had a few days off from college so she decided to stay up for awhile. Then, her channel surfing stopped at Tom Snyder's Tomorrow as her mouth dropped open in shock when she heard a familiar voice and recognized who was on the show. The curly black hair was unmistakable, along with his smiling dark eyes, and his ever-present grin on his face.More Like This
"So, you're like Jimi Hendrix, huh?"
"Y'know I never thought of it like that." Dominic's deep voice rumbled as he laughed. "But I am influenced by him, and by Chuck Berry."
Suddenly, the host snipped. "Makes me wonder what else you're influenced by." Directing to Dominic's puffy, bloodshot eyes.
Lilly smiled and almost broke out laughing as Dominic looked at the host with 'what the hell' written on his face.
The audience started laughing.
NOVA. -One"Sylvie! Let me in!" Skylar knocked three times on her friend's window. Sylvie opened her window and pulled her Skylar up into her room. "Okay, I've got three bags packed here," Sylvie yawned. "No! We can only take one. We've got to run like 10 miles to get to the airport. Do you really want to have to carry THREE fucking bags?" Skylar shook her head and helped her friend un-pack and re-pack her bag. Sylvie grabbed a can of Aqua Net and sprayed her teased hair for what seemed like the fifth time in five minutes, and soon the two girls were on their way.More Like This
Once they made it to the airport, the security guards let them pass and though Sylvie got a few weird stares because of her dyed-red hair, they made it onto the plane successfully. The sights were beautiful neither of the girls wanted to miss a second of it as they flew across the United States from Maine, taking in everything they could. Skylar must have been staring dreamily out the window for what seemed hours when Sylvie poke
Dressed to depress ch.6Ben had avoided seeing Eric and Tripp all day, making excuses about assignments and homework, but really he just didn't want to see them. But the day was coming to an end and everyone had plans with each other after school. Walking out of the doors, Ben kept his eyes on the ground, arriving at the tree that was the teens meeting point.More Like This
"Hey gu-" Ben started but stopped when he noticed that Eric was on Tripp's back. Eric used to do that to Ben when they had first began hanging out. He had only known Eric for a day before he had decided that Ben would be his transporter.It's what he liked about the boy, that he wasn't afraid of being himself around strangers, well, around anyone really. He was just something so different from everyone. It was something Ben wanted himself to be like, but he just couldn't avoid being serious, or the protective one.
"Sup Ghoul?" Joey asked, looking up from playing his guitar, the rugged black case propped up against Acey's leg. "N-nothin," the teen replied,
Dressed to depress ch.5That night, Eric couldn't sleep. He hated knowing that Ben didn't see him the same way. Joey and Corey were getting closer and Wednesday and Acey could hardly keep off each other half the time. It's unfair, why can't Ben just like him back? Eric was growing frustrated, tears slowly rising in his eyes.More Like This
"I really need to get over him" Eric sobbed, rolling over in his bed to face the picture pinned to his wall. It was a photo of them ages ago, Wednesday was sitting in a tree with Joey on his lap kissing while Ben was on the ground, sitting against the tree with Eric sitting between his legs.
Why couldn't him and Ben be like Wednesday and Acey? Or how Wednesday and Joey were once like?
"I hate gym!" Eric whined, holding onto Joey's hand as he led him through the halls, diving in and out of groups of students collected in the halls. "I do too Eric, but come on!" Joey replied, tugging on Eric to move quicker.
The boys soon made it to the gym doors and groaned, knowing that a sweaty futur
Dressed to depress ch.2The day was over quickly and soon Joey was weaving his way outside. He managed to get outside and smiled in joy at the sight of the overcast skies above his head. He looked around the outside grounds until he found Eric jumping slightly in his boots, tugging on Ben's hands.More Like This
"What will make you stop?" Ben groaned, getting sick of Eric's childish actions, but instead of answering, Eric squealed when he saw Joey coming over to join them and let go of Ben's hand to go and sweep Joey in a rib breaking hug. "Eric, it hasn't been that long since you last saw me, let-me-go" Joey gasped, squeezing back less painfully. "But I just love you oh so much!" Eric giggled, enjoying torturing the smaller boy. "Alright, that's it" Ben mumbled, coming over to save the day by grabbing Eric around the waist and hoisting him off the ground.
Eric squealed in shock and let go of Joey to hold tightly onto the large hands around him. "Aww Benny Bunny wants a hug too" He giggled, twisting himself around and cling
Dressed to depress ch.1The small teen sat frozen to the small brick wall, his black hair hung around his face like a curtain under his cat ear beanie, he could clearly see everyone entering into the warm high school. A shiver ran down the small boy's back, the cold air slipping down his scarf and down into his black leather jacket. He snickered as one of the football players threw the ball at another one of the jock's who caught it but while doing so stepped onto a frozen ice patch, sending him falling into waiting snow pile.More Like This
"Jooeeyy" was the last thing the poor boy heard before a dot of red and black came flying at him, knocking him off the wall and into the snow. "Eric i'm cold enough as it is!" joey whined, shaking the snow from his hair and straightening his jacket, "You love me" Eric giggled but it was muffled from the snow, Joey turned to find Eric had face planted into the snow. When he sat up he was wearing blue fishnet underneath a plain black shirt, black skin tight jeans that flared out at his c
Echo SideI folded the news paper up as I heard the front door slam. With my eyebrows raised, a smile on my face, I waited for your answer.More Like This
Both faltered when you said that one word.
But the way you said it caused questioning. That was a horrible joke to tell, but you insisted you werent.
Was this your way of coping? Laughing off the inevitable? But why is this happening to you? At thirty four it was nearly unheard of, seemed so impossible for it to be true.
I ask you again, wanting an honest answer, still you reply with your same response, landing heavily on the chair next to mine.
I look at you, I really dont know what to say, and for once Im silenced.
I watch as you play with your long hair, I need to reach out, comfort you but for some reason you seem too delicate now.
You see my sadness leave my body, called me silly for being so miserable, laughed as my world fell apart.
Please tell me its a joke; please tell me youre feeling a little morbid.
Still you insist,