Band one shots

[Marcy's Point of view]
I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock blaring. I groan and slam my hand down onto the 'off' button. "Marcy, hon, time to get up." My mother's sweet voice replacing the annoying siren that came from my alarm clock. I nod and wait for her to go before I get out of bed and shuffle into the bathroom, that was just down the hall. I turn on the warm water and strip. I stare at my body that was in the mirror. I looked like death. My electric red hair was out of place. I had smeared makeup on my face. And I had dark bags under my eyes. I shake my head and climb into the shower. Washing the smudged makeup off and the rest of my body. I apply shampoo to my greasy hair and wash that out. I shave everything that needs to be shaved and exit the warmth of the shower. I wrap a clean towel around my body and head back into my room. I rage my closet in search for my red skinny jeans and plain white tank-top. I sit in-front of my full length mirror and blow dry my hair. I straighten it and put it in place. I apply my foundation, mascara, eyeliner and finish with my red lipstick. I slip in my black hoodie and shove my red converse on my feet, before heading downstairs.
"Mum, I'm gonna get going, now." I inform her and kiss her cheek.
"Okay, bye love." Her thick, British accent leaves her mouth. I wave goodbye and sling my book bag onto my shoulder and leave the house. I shove my headphones into my ears and walk along the road. I watch as the cars drive past, rushing to whatever the day has for them. I sigh as I listen Black veil brides, Knives and pens.
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I arrive at school and get my headphone yanked out of my ears. "Hahaha, emo freak's lost her satanic, suicidal music." Jeremy McKinnon laughs as he runs past me. I groan and pick up my headphone which was lying on the floor. Ever since I moved to Florida, I've been getting bullied, just because I was different. I walk into the grey building that was standing in-front of me.
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I shut my locker as soon as I received my lunch from it. I make my way outside to one of the picnic benches. I have always sat alone, so I was used to it. I say two boys on the other picnic bench that was opposite the one I was sitting at. One was tall. He had long dark brown hair, snakebites and a few tattoos. The other one had short dark brown hair, stretched eyes to about an inch and sleeves. They noticed me looking at them, and I quickly look away. I start to eat my PB&J sandwich. "Hello love." I stopped chewing at the sound of a British accent speaking. I looked up and came face to face with the taller boy. He was British and very good looking.
"Um... Hi." I reply, quietly.
"I'm Oliver Sykes, but call me Oli. And that's Matthew Nicholls." The other boy smiled and waved.
"Call me Matt." He was also British. My eyes flicked between the two. They were from Sheffield, where I was from.
"Marcy." I simply answered. They sat down beside me. I felt slightly uncomfortable, because I just met them and they were sitting with me. I smiled at them both and we returned to eating, staying silent.
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Matt, Oli and I were sitting around a table in the cafeteria. We've grown to become good friends. "And then I was like 'dude you are such a fuck hole.'" We laughed at Matt's stupid story.
"Matt, you a so bloody stupid." Oli confirmed, his accent thick. The accent I've grown to love. I smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Oh shut up." Matt playfully frowned. The bell went off and Oli and I departed ways from Matt.
"Hey, um... Marcy, could I speak to you?" I stopped walking, spun on my heel to face Oli and nodded. He grabbed my hand and lead me to the bleachers in the gym.
"So whats up?" I ask as I take a seat on one of the cheap seats.
"Could I try something?" He asked, whilst twiddling his thumbs. I mumbled out a 'yes' as he sat beside me. I turned my head to face the boy I began to fall for. I noticed that he was beginning to lean in. I closed the little gap between mine and his mouth. Our lips collided and mashed together, moving in sync. It wasn't full of lust and it wasn't hungrily either, it was a very cliche for a first kiss. My heart melted with every passing second of the kiss.
We finally pulled back, even though we didn't want to, due to the lack of air in our lungs. I rested my forehead against his, and stared deeply into his dark brown eyes. "I love you Marcy."
I smiled and pecked his lips before saying, "I love you too, Oli."

Notes

Just randomly thought of this and I'm bored as hell :/


An idea of what Marcy looks like, I'll be doing this with every o/c one-shot I do