Post by bangthebassist09 on Sept 5, 2005 10:01:37 GMT -5
Now...This isn't my first fan fic. More or less...it's the first one I actully saved on my computer and up date every day. I love this F.F and hope you will too. So..here is chapter 1..PLEASE LEAVE NICE COMMENTS!
I turned my CD player on and popped in my Good Charlotte “The Young and the Hopeless” CD. No one was home and boredom was settling in pretty fast. My name, you ask…Litiea…Litiea Marie Lawrence . I have long brown hair, hazel green eyes and wear only eyeliner and mascara. I am an EMO/punk-rocker-ish type of girl, nothing to special. I am a huge fan of Good Charlotte, Green Day, MxPx and a bunch of other punk-rock bands. I am helping my dad, Eric, manage this up and coming band called Simple Plan. I am likeing my job so far…I mean, yes sitting in the recording studio for 14-17 hours a day can suck, but when you have five hot guys(and one not so hot camera guy) around all day…life is pretty good! The guys are from Canada, and Ohmigod….their names are so funny….well, only one has a funny name. There is Pierre Bouvier (ha ha Bouvier!) who is lead…and plays some guitar, then Sebastian Lefebvre who is guitar and higher backup vocals, then there is the funny Chuck Comeau who plays drums...and only drums. Then we have mister baldy…Jeff Stinco,he is kind of like Chuck, only he plays guitar and only that, then we have MY personal favorite…David Desrosiers. He is the bassist…but, not only does he play bass, he also play regular(or electric) guitar, drums AND he sings lower and higher backup vocals. Right now, I am sitting here in my bedroom listening to Good Charlotte(as you already knew) and waiting. Waiting for what, you ask? MY FATHER AND THE BOYS! Okay…they went to some small promo concert like four hours ago and haven’t been seen or heard from since. “Lifestyles of the rich and famous...their always complaining…” my cell phone rang. “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous” by GC is my ringer. I looked at my screen…it was David. “Where the hell are you seven?” I asked turning off my CD player. David sighed. “Were stuck here in the arena because we have a tornado coming our way.” He said. Now, David knows damn good and well that any kind of horrible weather scares the living shit out of me. I grabbed my stuffed mouse Mr. Squeakers and headed to the basement. “Thanks for telling me dip shit.” I told him rushing down the stairs. He made a shushing noise with his mouth. “It’s okay...I’m right here.” David and I are the closet out of the five of them, so he knows how to clam me down…plus...Pierre blabbed and told him I liked him. “I would feel a hell of a lot better if you were here.” I told him taking cover in the basement bathroom. You see, whenever I get scared, I feel like I am going to throw up, so I always sit in the bathroom. He laughed a little. “Are you in the bathroom?” he asked getting concerned. I sighed as a sickish feeling started to come to me. “Yeah why?” I asked as the feeling got stronger. “Good...stay there. Pat is going to give me a ride over there.” He said. I sighed and held onto my mouse. “David you don’t have to…” I started to say. He cut me off. “Yes I do, now...if you get sick before I get thee, well I am sorry.” He told me. I laughed as we hung up.
I turned my CD player on and popped in my Good Charlotte “The Young and the Hopeless” CD. No one was home and boredom was settling in pretty fast. My name, you ask…Litiea…Litiea Marie Lawrence . I have long brown hair, hazel green eyes and wear only eyeliner and mascara. I am an EMO/punk-rocker-ish type of girl, nothing to special. I am a huge fan of Good Charlotte, Green Day, MxPx and a bunch of other punk-rock bands. I am helping my dad, Eric, manage this up and coming band called Simple Plan. I am likeing my job so far…I mean, yes sitting in the recording studio for 14-17 hours a day can suck, but when you have five hot guys(and one not so hot camera guy) around all day…life is pretty good! The guys are from Canada, and Ohmigod….their names are so funny….well, only one has a funny name. There is Pierre Bouvier (ha ha Bouvier!) who is lead…and plays some guitar, then Sebastian Lefebvre who is guitar and higher backup vocals, then there is the funny Chuck Comeau who plays drums...and only drums. Then we have mister baldy…Jeff Stinco,he is kind of like Chuck, only he plays guitar and only that, then we have MY personal favorite…David Desrosiers. He is the bassist…but, not only does he play bass, he also play regular(or electric) guitar, drums AND he sings lower and higher backup vocals. Right now, I am sitting here in my bedroom listening to Good Charlotte(as you already knew) and waiting. Waiting for what, you ask? MY FATHER AND THE BOYS! Okay…they went to some small promo concert like four hours ago and haven’t been seen or heard from since. “Lifestyles of the rich and famous...their always complaining…” my cell phone rang. “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous” by GC is my ringer. I looked at my screen…it was David. “Where the hell are you seven?” I asked turning off my CD player. David sighed. “Were stuck here in the arena because we have a tornado coming our way.” He said. Now, David knows damn good and well that any kind of horrible weather scares the living shit out of me. I grabbed my stuffed mouse Mr. Squeakers and headed to the basement. “Thanks for telling me dip shit.” I told him rushing down the stairs. He made a shushing noise with his mouth. “It’s okay...I’m right here.” David and I are the closet out of the five of them, so he knows how to clam me down…plus...Pierre blabbed and told him I liked him. “I would feel a hell of a lot better if you were here.” I told him taking cover in the basement bathroom. You see, whenever I get scared, I feel like I am going to throw up, so I always sit in the bathroom. He laughed a little. “Are you in the bathroom?” he asked getting concerned. I sighed as a sickish feeling started to come to me. “Yeah why?” I asked as the feeling got stronger. “Good...stay there. Pat is going to give me a ride over there.” He said. I sighed and held onto my mouse. “David you don’t have to…” I started to say. He cut me off. “Yes I do, now...if you get sick before I get thee, well I am sorry.” He told me. I laughed as we hung up.
