I'm a Loaded Gun (Part 2)
Regrets Still in My Head
Reyas POV
I haven't idea where the time goes. I know they say that as you get older the time continues to pass at a rapid rate, but not like this. I've been slowly feeling better. I haven't cut myself in two weeks now, and I've been talking to Clayton Collins of Late Nite Reading for about a month now. He seems to always make me laugh. I'm going to fly out to Indiana for a week with Siren so that we can work over tour scheduling with Late Nite Reading and so we can spend some quality time and talk with the band. Clayton and I have started an endless texting regime. We never eve say goodnight, we usually end up falling asleep with half typed messages. He doesn't usually sleep till around three or four in the morning. I usually go to sleep around two when siren stops playing guitar or three if I'm feeling active. I definitely like waking up after noon. I sigh and roll over in my bed, smiling at the clock reading 11:43AM. 2013 is going quite well for me, Christmas was good, I got some stuff from Siren and Brandon. On new years calytin sent me a message at 11:59PM saying happy new years with a little kiss emogie attached. I couldn't help but flame red. Classes have been back in session for the spring semester for a few weeks. I got out of bed and rustled my newly cut hair, scene layers thanks to siren. I walked over to her bed and shook her.
"Sireen, it's almost noon, we've got class at one. Get up," I said.
"NOOO, sleep," she muttered into her pillow with her eyes still closed.
"Oh fine, you made me." I jumped onto her bed and started bouncing. "WAKE YOUR LAZY ASS UP. DO YOU WANT TO FAIL? WAKE UP YOU WHALE!"
"FUCK YOU!" she yelled as she shoved me off the bed. I landed on my back on the carpet floor in a laughing fit. She started laughing too and sat on the edge of her bed. She reached out and helped me up.
"Goddamn we are insane."
I started laughing. "I'll get my stuff. Go get ready." I went and pulled on some clothes.
I gathered up my work from last week, a story I had written, and some designs I had created. I was considering changing into fashion as well, maybe become a designer for band merch or something.
Siren was in the bathroom, fixing her hair. She had recently dyed it again. She applied her make uo as I rummaged through her closet for something she could wear, haha could wear? Shed fucking rock this outfit. I hope my design teacher would be proud of my outfit today. I picked up my school camera and took a few pictures of myself against the one white wall in our hallway. Siren walked out of the bathroom wearing the outfit I picked out.
I was right. Siren looked fucking awesome. She hugged me and thanked me for the awesome outfit. We honestly had no idea whose clothes were whose anymore. We were the same size and height, so we just swapped clothes all the time. When we went shopping we usually mixed things we both already owned or if one had something that would go with the others idea then we shared. It worked out very well.
We got our stuff and got into Sirens electric blue 1966 Ford Mustand Coupe that her father had given to her for her 18th birthday. We loved it. I stil had my bike, so we used the car for school. We drive the ten minutes to the campus and split up to go to our different classes. They were in the same building but different floors. I went to the second floor and found my design class. My teacher, Ms. Diana, ran up to me as I walked in the door.
"OH REYA! What a lovely outfit! Class class, here, this is what I meant about combining different styles. She has the black and the rocker ish look, but added in the American splash for color and contrast. Very very VERY well done! Full credit on fashion design for the week! Wonderful! Bravo!" she said.
I smiled and took my seat. The great thing about my college was that unlike high school where I had classes of like thirty five where here, I had only ten in my class and that included me. All of our lessons were very personalized and we had free rein to really design as we wished. The teacher was really only there to guide us in assignments and to give advice if something didn't exactly fit right. So far I actually had the highest grade in the class, for the first time in my life. I was doing about the same in my creative writing class. I was very pleased with myself for once. I was happy, especially since I was paying my own tuition. I had ended up earning a large scholarship, so I only had to pay $300 a semester. All of my books and materials were covered. Plus, the scholarship was renewable.
I settled into the class, a lecture on patterns and combining prints with graphic patterns. We experimented with combining different designs in a functional way. Most went simple and combined a solid with striped. I went a bit crazy and combined a pattern of stripes with pattern of stars. Surprisingly, it actually worked when I layed them over each other in my screen (we use tablets and plug them into keyboards linked to the server). My teacher sent me a message in the server commending my jump and ventured with the patterns. She pulled up my design and exposed it over the server, but didn't say it was mine.
"Now, guys, this is what I mean. Don't be too afraid to experiment, if it looks wrong, oh well, at least you did something spontateous and out of the box, you at least gave it a try. See how the diagonal stripes lay behind the stars? And some of these stars aren't in front of the stripes, some lay behind and the popping of the different colors in the stars makes this design definitely stand out." she said. "Now, your assignment for the class period, take your design and create an outfit surrounding it. Design the article of clothing with the design and create the entire outfit. Design on a female model."
I pulled up my designer tools and set in my own body measurements as the template. I decided to change my design slightly. I was Definietely in the American glam rock mood, hence my outfit today. I began to design a dress with a variation of the American flag. I oulled out a pair of stud heels I designed last week and some other ideas from our past designs. I decided to mess with some of the jewelry when I noticed a message from my instructor. I glanced up at her at her desk and she winked at me. Confused, I opened the message.
Reya, I have some exciting news. I have a designer looking at your work. They have reviewed multiple assignments you've created and are anting another deign from you. I think what you are currently working on will be a wonderful design to submit to them. You will understand more at the end of the class. _Ms. Diana.
I clicked back to my template and finished the design just as the bell rang.
"OK class, I do have an announcement. Next week there is a hugeeee fashion show and amature designer show in Sarasota for international fashion week. We have convinced the producers of the show to allow you guys to show off your own designs. You can hire models or model yourself. Please keep this in mind as you design anything else for Fridays class. The show is on Tuesday and we will travel at 8 am for the fashion show. We will fabricate on Wednesday this week. Have a good day!"
Holy shit a designer from fashion week wants to see my work? I shoved my stuff into my bag and packed my camera and tablet. I rushed out the room and pulled my phone out.
You: CLAYTON! I'm gonna have my stuff in a fashion show next week!
Clayton: Congrats baby (: I have something else to make you happy.
You: What's that?
Clayton: I'm doing a web chat tonight on YouNow.. Tune in ;)
You: will do (: gotta find siren. Ttyl!
I put my phone up and waited for siren. I told her about my fashion show on the ride home and asked her to model one of my outfits. She of course agreed. We pulled into the house and I got out. I walked to the door when I noticed she was staring at her phone, confused.
"Si, everything OK?"
"Uh, yeah, I'll be in in a minute." She put the phone up to her ear as I walked in the house.
She stayed outside sitting in her car for almost twenty minutes. Who the hell was she talking to?
Andy's POV
Haha. I felt funny. I don't know how many drinks I had had. Juliet had left last week. I was on full party mode! I didn't care that it was three, I was gonna party!!!!!! I took another deep swig from the bottle of Jack as Ashley walked in the door.
"Biersack, what the hell? It's not even five and you're shitfaced. We have a show tonight!"
"Haha, y-yeah."
"Andy why are you drinking so hard lately?" he asked. I laughed and he slapped my face.
"What...what the fuck Ashley!" I yelled.
"YEAH. What the fuck Andy? Dude, every night for the past month you've been getting drunk. What the hell is your problem? You've never drank like this before, and yeah I like my jack too but damn man. Did something happen? Are you and Juliet OK?"
I felt a little more clear headed. I stared at Ashley for a moment. He turned to the sink and poured himself a glass of ice water. He returned my stare and splash the entire cup of water on my face. My mind completely cleared. He stared at me. "So?"
"I...I don't know Ash."
"What's your problem? You know we are all here for you."
I started searching my own mind for my problem. What was wrong with me? I could barely remember anything that had happened recently. We had released Wretched and Divine and Legion of the Black. Juliet and I had spent some time together...Juliet and I had fucked...Juliet said...."Juliet loves me," I whisper staring at the table.
"So, isn't that a good thing?" Ash retorted.
"She loves me...and I...I can't stop thinking about..."
"Who Andy? Scout?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat. My hands began shaking. "Reya."
I haven't idea where the time goes. I know they say that as you get older the time continues to pass at a rapid rate, but not like this. I've been slowly feeling better. I haven't cut myself in two weeks now, and I've been talking to Clayton Collins of Late Nite Reading for about a month now. He seems to always make me laugh. I'm going to fly out to Indiana for a week with Siren so that we can work over tour scheduling with Late Nite Reading and so we can spend some quality time and talk with the band. Clayton and I have started an endless texting regime. We never eve say goodnight, we usually end up falling asleep with half typed messages. He doesn't usually sleep till around three or four in the morning. I usually go to sleep around two when siren stops playing guitar or three if I'm feeling active. I definitely like waking up after noon. I sigh and roll over in my bed, smiling at the clock reading 11:43AM. 2013 is going quite well for me, Christmas was good, I got some stuff from Siren and Brandon. On new years calytin sent me a message at 11:59PM saying happy new years with a little kiss emogie attached. I couldn't help but flame red. Classes have been back in session for the spring semester for a few weeks. I got out of bed and rustled my newly cut hair, scene layers thanks to siren. I walked over to her bed and shook her.
"Sireen, it's almost noon, we've got class at one. Get up," I said.
"NOOO, sleep," she muttered into her pillow with her eyes still closed.
"Oh fine, you made me." I jumped onto her bed and started bouncing. "WAKE YOUR LAZY ASS UP. DO YOU WANT TO FAIL? WAKE UP YOU WHALE!"
"FUCK YOU!" she yelled as she shoved me off the bed. I landed on my back on the carpet floor in a laughing fit. She started laughing too and sat on the edge of her bed. She reached out and helped me up.
"Goddamn we are insane."
I started laughing. "I'll get my stuff. Go get ready." I went and pulled on some clothes.
I gathered up my work from last week, a story I had written, and some designs I had created. I was considering changing into fashion as well, maybe become a designer for band merch or something.
Siren was in the bathroom, fixing her hair. She had recently dyed it again. She applied her make uo as I rummaged through her closet for something she could wear, haha could wear? Shed fucking rock this outfit. I hope my design teacher would be proud of my outfit today. I picked up my school camera and took a few pictures of myself against the one white wall in our hallway. Siren walked out of the bathroom wearing the outfit I picked out.
I was right. Siren looked fucking awesome. She hugged me and thanked me for the awesome outfit. We honestly had no idea whose clothes were whose anymore. We were the same size and height, so we just swapped clothes all the time. When we went shopping we usually mixed things we both already owned or if one had something that would go with the others idea then we shared. It worked out very well.
We got our stuff and got into Sirens electric blue 1966 Ford Mustand Coupe that her father had given to her for her 18th birthday. We loved it. I stil had my bike, so we used the car for school. We drive the ten minutes to the campus and split up to go to our different classes. They were in the same building but different floors. I went to the second floor and found my design class. My teacher, Ms. Diana, ran up to me as I walked in the door.
"OH REYA! What a lovely outfit! Class class, here, this is what I meant about combining different styles. She has the black and the rocker ish look, but added in the American splash for color and contrast. Very very VERY well done! Full credit on fashion design for the week! Wonderful! Bravo!" she said.
I smiled and took my seat. The great thing about my college was that unlike high school where I had classes of like thirty five where here, I had only ten in my class and that included me. All of our lessons were very personalized and we had free rein to really design as we wished. The teacher was really only there to guide us in assignments and to give advice if something didn't exactly fit right. So far I actually had the highest grade in the class, for the first time in my life. I was doing about the same in my creative writing class. I was very pleased with myself for once. I was happy, especially since I was paying my own tuition. I had ended up earning a large scholarship, so I only had to pay $300 a semester. All of my books and materials were covered. Plus, the scholarship was renewable.
I settled into the class, a lecture on patterns and combining prints with graphic patterns. We experimented with combining different designs in a functional way. Most went simple and combined a solid with striped. I went a bit crazy and combined a pattern of stripes with pattern of stars. Surprisingly, it actually worked when I layed them over each other in my screen (we use tablets and plug them into keyboards linked to the server). My teacher sent me a message in the server commending my jump and ventured with the patterns. She pulled up my design and exposed it over the server, but didn't say it was mine.
"Now, guys, this is what I mean. Don't be too afraid to experiment, if it looks wrong, oh well, at least you did something spontateous and out of the box, you at least gave it a try. See how the diagonal stripes lay behind the stars? And some of these stars aren't in front of the stripes, some lay behind and the popping of the different colors in the stars makes this design definitely stand out." she said. "Now, your assignment for the class period, take your design and create an outfit surrounding it. Design the article of clothing with the design and create the entire outfit. Design on a female model."
I pulled up my designer tools and set in my own body measurements as the template. I decided to change my design slightly. I was Definietely in the American glam rock mood, hence my outfit today. I began to design a dress with a variation of the American flag. I oulled out a pair of stud heels I designed last week and some other ideas from our past designs. I decided to mess with some of the jewelry when I noticed a message from my instructor. I glanced up at her at her desk and she winked at me. Confused, I opened the message.
Reya, I have some exciting news. I have a designer looking at your work. They have reviewed multiple assignments you've created and are anting another deign from you. I think what you are currently working on will be a wonderful design to submit to them. You will understand more at the end of the class. _Ms. Diana.
I clicked back to my template and finished the design just as the bell rang.
"OK class, I do have an announcement. Next week there is a hugeeee fashion show and amature designer show in Sarasota for international fashion week. We have convinced the producers of the show to allow you guys to show off your own designs. You can hire models or model yourself. Please keep this in mind as you design anything else for Fridays class. The show is on Tuesday and we will travel at 8 am for the fashion show. We will fabricate on Wednesday this week. Have a good day!"
Holy shit a designer from fashion week wants to see my work? I shoved my stuff into my bag and packed my camera and tablet. I rushed out the room and pulled my phone out.
You: CLAYTON! I'm gonna have my stuff in a fashion show next week!
Clayton: Congrats baby (: I have something else to make you happy.
You: What's that?
Clayton: I'm doing a web chat tonight on YouNow.. Tune in ;)
You: will do (: gotta find siren. Ttyl!
I put my phone up and waited for siren. I told her about my fashion show on the ride home and asked her to model one of my outfits. She of course agreed. We pulled into the house and I got out. I walked to the door when I noticed she was staring at her phone, confused.
"Si, everything OK?"
"Uh, yeah, I'll be in in a minute." She put the phone up to her ear as I walked in the house.
She stayed outside sitting in her car for almost twenty minutes. Who the hell was she talking to?
Andy's POV
Haha. I felt funny. I don't know how many drinks I had had. Juliet had left last week. I was on full party mode! I didn't care that it was three, I was gonna party!!!!!! I took another deep swig from the bottle of Jack as Ashley walked in the door.
"Biersack, what the hell? It's not even five and you're shitfaced. We have a show tonight!"
"Haha, y-yeah."
"Andy why are you drinking so hard lately?" he asked. I laughed and he slapped my face.
"What...what the fuck Ashley!" I yelled.
"YEAH. What the fuck Andy? Dude, every night for the past month you've been getting drunk. What the hell is your problem? You've never drank like this before, and yeah I like my jack too but damn man. Did something happen? Are you and Juliet OK?"
I felt a little more clear headed. I stared at Ashley for a moment. He turned to the sink and poured himself a glass of ice water. He returned my stare and splash the entire cup of water on my face. My mind completely cleared. He stared at me. "So?"
"I...I don't know Ash."
"What's your problem? You know we are all here for you."
I started searching my own mind for my problem. What was wrong with me? I could barely remember anything that had happened recently. We had released Wretched and Divine and Legion of the Black. Juliet and I had spent some time together...Juliet and I had fucked...Juliet said...."Juliet loves me," I whisper staring at the table.
"So, isn't that a good thing?" Ash retorted.
"She loves me...and I...I can't stop thinking about..."
"Who Andy? Scout?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat. My hands began shaking. "Reya."
Notes
Here you go guys. I finally got through re reading everything and I have my direction again. I'm so happy and be prepared for some heart wrenching.Make sure to check out my other two series!
Nice to see you back again sister keep it coming xx
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