One Sick Love Story

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by iDontLikePeople2, Jun 4, 2014.

  1. Hello? I bet you guys forgot about me, huh? Anyway, this is a new thing I've been working on. I might update it. I might not. It depends on the feedback I get. So. Yeah. Enjoy.


    The curtains opened when he pulled the string and a single ray of golden sunlight shone through the window panes and filled the room with light. Peter turned around an observed his room in the morning light. On the opposite side of the room between two windows was his bed, the red duvet a mess on the sweat- and tear-stained sheet. On either side of the bed under the windows was a small nightstand. He had no idea why he had two, and he could never remember in which nightstand he put his book. Next to where he was standing was the piano he played everyday when he got home from school. He ran his fingers across the ivory notes, then began to play 'Ours' by Taylor Swift. C, D, E.  C, D, E.  C, D, E, F, C.

    He began to add the chords on the lower part of the piano, and reached the second chorus when his mother opened the door.
    Jennifer McGreggor was a slim woman, tall with blonde hair flowing in slight waves down to her waist. Her hair framed a pale face - Peter supposed he inherited that from her - with vivid cheekbones and beautiful blue eyes. She stood with one hand still on the door knob,  the other on her hip. Even in jeans and a purple hoodie,  she looked like a supermodel.

    "Hurry up, Peter. School starts soon, and you don't want to be late." She said in her soothing tone.

    "Okay, mum." Replied Peter, who then stood up and pushed the piano stool back under the grand instrument. 

    Jennifer smiled and closed the door. Peter waited until he heard her reach the bottom of the stairs to start changing. He took off his pajama shirt - a blue thing with the My Chemical Romance members on it - and his red checked shorts. He stared at himself in the mirror and hated what he saw.

    A boy with a grey face and ashey blonde hair stared back at him. He had no muscles. He was tall like his mother, but not as asthetically pleasing. His knee-caps and elbows were pointed, standing out even under his clothes. His dull grey eyes sat on top of the purple cresent-moons you got when you didn't get enough sleep.

    Peter sighed and pulled on a black Imagine Dragons shirt and his grey-blue jeans that he felt most comfortable in. He put a pair of white trainer socks on his skinny feet and squeezed on his Nike shoes. He messed his hair up slightly then turned to face the door.

    He thought about his school. His classmates. And the ridicules he will face if he has another attack like the one three days ago. But then he had one friend, Ben, who always stood up for him. Peter sighed and walked out of his bedroom, down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Jennifer stood making pancakes.

    A short girl - but clearly older than Peter - skipped into the room wearing a pair of very short shorts and a pink vest top. She skipped past Peter towards the fruit bowl, where she grabbed a handful of red grapes.

    "When'll the pancakes be done?" She asked in  a soft voice, exactly like Jennifer's.

    "Soon," Jennifer replied, as the short girl slipped a grape into her mouth. "And save some grapes for your brother, Kylie! "

    "Sorry, mum." Replied Kylie and threw a few in Peter's direction. The grapes hit the ground behind him. "Ugh. Learn to catch."

    "Kylie, be nice to your brother."

    "It isn't my fault he's retarded when it come to sports!"

    Peter didn't hear the rest of the argument between his older sister and his mother. He left through the front door to go to school, knowing he had a long day ahead.
     
  2. Oh my god I see my chemical romance omfg yay. c:

    Okay I haven't finished reading yet so one sec. xD But yeah it sounds good so far!
     
  3. Wow this sounds really Good. Great Job!!
     
  4. I like this️
     
  5. Can you join me?
    Alyson:
    White tanktop, beats around neck, Short shorts, Flats, Long, shiny hair, Red lips, beautiful.
    Personality:
    Kind too everyone.
     
  6. Wow, that's cool BTW! Peter sucks when it comes to sports :happy:
     
  7. Thank you everybody for the feedback. I really didn't think that anybody would like it.
     
  8. This is a short (and kind of crap) update, due to eternal busy-ness.

    ***

    When Peter arrived at school, the first thing he noticed was the crowd of people near the music huts. They all seemed to be crowded round a person, though they were too short for him to see. As he walked past, he caught a glimpse of red.

    He entered the music hut and stood in the foyer. It was eerily quiet, probably because all of the people who hung around in music were outside. Peter shrugged it off.

    He heard the door open and footsteps approach. He assumed it was Ben and turned around, only to find a girl with bright red hair and green eyes walk his way. He studied her closely.

    She was incredibly skinny - too skinny to be healthy. She wore a white wool jumper that was way too baggy, a pair of blue denim shorts with tights on underneath. He looked at the papers she was holding and noticed her knuckles were red, and some of the skin peeling off.  When she walked past, Peter could see her brown flat shoes slipping off her feet at the back.

    She entered the classroom he was standing next to, and as the door swung shut, he looked through the window. Her profile made her cheekbones really vivid. And she was pale, too. Her porcelain skin almost blending in with her woolen jumper. She walked up to Mr Xavior's desk and handed him all the papers. The too conversed for about half a miniute,  then she turned and headed back towards the door. Peter didn't realise he should move before the door swung up and the red-haired beauty stood in front of him. He could see anxiety in her eyes.

    "Could- Could I- Would you- Excuse- Can I- Get past?" She stammered.

    Peter nodded.  She didn't have to squeeze past; she fit through the gap between him and the wall.

    "Who are you?" Peter managed to say just before she walked through the door. She looked back at him for a split-second. Then she walked through the door into the car park.

    ***

    All Peter could think about all day was the girl with the red hair. He had never seen her before in the school. Ever. And people were crowding her when he was on his way in. Why?

    By the time he got to English, he had stopped thinking about her a bit. But not completely. Never completely.

    Mr Nellie - Peter's English teacher - had assigned them homework the previous month. Of course Peter did it the moment he got home, but he was still worried that it was incomplete. The task was to write a fantasy story - however long - and the best one would be published in the school newsletter that  came out at the end of term. Peter had written about a girl - Claire - who found out she had an Alter-Ego (in the story, he called it a Flipside Charm) who's skin burned like fire. He called the story 'Spark'.

    Of course Mr Nellie read it out, and his was chosen to be put in the newsletter. Peter should have been happier, but he was still thinking partially about the red-head.

    ***
     
  9. Nice story! Keep it moving! Its the best one today!
     
  10. BUMP! UPDATE PLEASE! WALL ME IF UPDATED! Pleasey Please!
     
  11. I might update this tonight. I might not. But I will update it soon.
     
  12. Please update soon Bump!
     
  13. Please wall me when updated 
     
  14. Oooh! Bump!
     
  15. Bump! Please UPDATE!