The Overprotective One
Are you insane?
*Alex's P.O.V.*
Once Nyx had come back from tour with her brother, she had become distant. She didn't call as much, and she hardly wanted to leave her house. For two weeks, it was as if she wasn't alive. I wanted to know what happened, the teenager in me looking for the drama, and the rest of me trying to care for my friend. Suddenly one day, she called.
*Nyx's P.O.V.*
After coming back from the tour, Andy was a begging, sobbing mess. He was asking for me to forgive him, to talk, do something besides listen to music. I shut him out, he was driving me crazy. Ash would text me a lot, and every once in a while I would reply. This went on for about two weeks. Andy had left for the day to buy groceries, and I felt that maybe it was time to talk. I picked up my phone and dialed Alex.
"NYX! MY GOD! IT'S ABOUT TIME!" She screamed into the phone.
"Hey," I mumbled hoarsely. I coughed lightly trying to clear my throat.
"What happened to you! Its like you disappeared off the face of the Earth," Her voice a now more reasonable level of loudness.
"I just needed time alone. I only called because Andy is gone. I can't stand to talk to him or around him."
"What happened with you two?" She suddenly lowered her voice to a whisper. "He didn't find out about you cutting did he?"
"He did," I nodded as if she could see me. "I shoved them right in his face."
"WHAT! NYX ARE YOU INSANE!?!"
"Slightly," There was a loud knocking at the front door making me jump slightly. "I... I have to go, there is someone at my door."
I hung up and exited the blech scented basement. I walked slowly up the stairs and turned and headed to the large wooden door. I looked down at my blue t-shirt, black shorts, and bare feet. The person at the door would have to deal with my ugliness. I stood on my tiptoes to look through the peep hole. Just as I got on my toes, the door swung open slamming me between the wall and the heavy wood door. I cursed loudly when the door made a sharp contact with my forehead. I whispered murderous threats to Andy for leaving the door unlocked, although he wasn't here. The door was pulled away from me to reveal an almost makeup-less Ashley.
What was he doing here?
Once Nyx had come back from tour with her brother, she had become distant. She didn't call as much, and she hardly wanted to leave her house. For two weeks, it was as if she wasn't alive. I wanted to know what happened, the teenager in me looking for the drama, and the rest of me trying to care for my friend. Suddenly one day, she called.
*Nyx's P.O.V.*
After coming back from the tour, Andy was a begging, sobbing mess. He was asking for me to forgive him, to talk, do something besides listen to music. I shut him out, he was driving me crazy. Ash would text me a lot, and every once in a while I would reply. This went on for about two weeks. Andy had left for the day to buy groceries, and I felt that maybe it was time to talk. I picked up my phone and dialed Alex.
"NYX! MY GOD! IT'S ABOUT TIME!" She screamed into the phone.
"Hey," I mumbled hoarsely. I coughed lightly trying to clear my throat.
"What happened to you! Its like you disappeared off the face of the Earth," Her voice a now more reasonable level of loudness.
"I just needed time alone. I only called because Andy is gone. I can't stand to talk to him or around him."
"What happened with you two?" She suddenly lowered her voice to a whisper. "He didn't find out about you cutting did he?"
"He did," I nodded as if she could see me. "I shoved them right in his face."
"WHAT! NYX ARE YOU INSANE!?!"
"Slightly," There was a loud knocking at the front door making me jump slightly. "I... I have to go, there is someone at my door."
I hung up and exited the blech scented basement. I walked slowly up the stairs and turned and headed to the large wooden door. I looked down at my blue t-shirt, black shorts, and bare feet. The person at the door would have to deal with my ugliness. I stood on my tiptoes to look through the peep hole. Just as I got on my toes, the door swung open slamming me between the wall and the heavy wood door. I cursed loudly when the door made a sharp contact with my forehead. I whispered murderous threats to Andy for leaving the door unlocked, although he wasn't here. The door was pulled away from me to reveal an almost makeup-less Ashley.
What was he doing here?
Notes
I had no fucking inspiration for this chapter so sorry it sucks balls.
Love,
Your Overlord.
Also, wtf should happen in the next chapter. Comment so I can make you children happy.
Edited by Ash the Rebel on August 15, 2014
@NikkiB
I started a new story but I will be finishing this next week. he new story is up so you can check it out if you'd like.
11/22/14