13. I Want To Hurt You

*note; this is crack. And I’m using the plot of Rockstars for this- so revise.

Reagan stared at the blank page, the cursor blinking in constant formation in front of her waiting for words to be spread out. This was basically an open canvas, creativity waiting to be unleashed. This was what she does- she’s damn good at it too- but as of right now, she basically wanted to slit her wrist with her ez-link card if nothing came up in her head.

“You’re writing again?” Gackt Camui questioned, coming into the room that he once habituated. He grinned at the empty screen in front of the fifteen-year-old.

She rolled her eyes as her bed sunk in. Reagan hated- spelled with capital H, when people, most of the time Gackt, breaks the silence, her silence, and her train of thoughts- well there wasn’t one to begin with but he was still destroying her one letter at a time.

“No, I’m raking leaves.” She replied sarcastically.

And again he chuckled, “What’re you going on about?”

He read the title of the page, 13. I Want To Hurt You, “Are you writing about Ville? If you are, can I hurt him? –I’ve been waiting to impale a mic stand on that guy.”

“No, I’m not writing about Ville- I don’t really know who I’m writing about anyway. And no, you cannot impale a mic stand, pogo stick, chopsticks even, anything that has the ability to not only hurt him physically but mentally as well, because that will ruin me and my income. And the lots of fangirls that will go after you and try to impale you instead.”

“Then can I impale Kristian?”

Reagan glared sharply at the brother-figure beside her as he instantly brought up both hands to indicate that he was kidding.

“Why’re you so off today?” He asked, looking at her seriously and disposing his child like mannerism before.

She shrugged, “I’m kindda confused now.”

“Why?”

Reagan huffed, “That’s what I’m confused about. Nothing. I’m confused about nothing.”

Gackt chuckled a little before giving her his input, “You’re hanging out with Tuomas too much.”

“Tuomas? What’s he got to do with.. anything?”

“Tuomas is deep. Sometimes he gets too deep and doesn’t know what he’s deep about anymore.” Was the older man’s explanation, “And that where it gets dangerous- he doesn’t make sense right after not knowing what he’s deep about.”

Reagan stared- maybe in awe or was just dumbfounded- at what Camui had to say, and finally, “You’re not making sense.”

“This is crack, I’m not supposed to make sense.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. What’s important is that you complete your fic and get your ass downstairs because I heard that Ville is having his ass kicked by Tuomas in World Of Warcraft.”

“Tuomas Holopainen is playing a Warcraft?”

Gackt huffed and for the last time, “I said this is crack, anything can happen. Now impale someone with something in that fic or I’d have to do it for you.”

And her fingers started prancing away on the keyboard, as if already knowing what to say, without even thinking of a plot, and in three minutes, she was dance. Reagan stared at her masterpiece and ran through it a couple of times. The important thing was that she saw the word ‘pain’, ‘stick’ and ‘Gackt’ in the same sentence and she was content. Because only god knows how much she wanted to hurt that guy when he first came into her room and pranced around like he was the one writing the fiction.

*

Well. This would make sense if... Okay, this wouldn't make sense at all under whatever circumstances. Pure. Crack. Because I came up with this a few minutes before I have to go for tuition. So- tuituoning now and I'll see you tonight(hopefully with a non-crack). Kay, chow.

13. I Want To Hurt You

*note; this is crack. And I’m using the plot of Rockstars for this- so revise.

Reagan stared at the blank page, the cursor blinking in constant formation in front of her waiting for words to be spread out. This was basically an open canvas, creativity waiting to be unleashed. This was what she does- she’s damn good at it too- but as of right now, she basically wanted to slit her wrist with her ez-link card if nothing came up in her head.

“You’re writing again?” Gackt Camui questioned, coming into the room that he once habituated. He grinned at the empty screen in front of the fifteen-year-old.

She rolled her eyes as her bed sunk in. Reagan hated- spelled with capital H, when people, most of the time Gackt, breaks the silence, her silence, and her train of thoughts- well there wasn’t one to begin with but he was still destroying her one letter at a time.

“No, I’m raking leaves.” She replied sarcastically.

And again he chuckled, “What’re you going on about?”

He read the title of the page, 13. I Want To Hurt You, “Are you writing about Ville? If you are, can I hurt him? –I’ve been waiting to impale a mic stand on that guy.”

“No, I’m not writing about Ville- I don’t really know who I’m writing about anyway. And no, you cannot impale a mic stand, pogo stick, chopsticks even, anything that has the ability to not only hurt him physically but mentally as well, because that will ruin me and my income. And the lots of fangirls that will go after you and try to impale you instead.”

“Then can I impale Kristian?”

Reagan glared sharply at the brother-figure beside her as he instantly brought up both hands to indicate that he was kidding.

“Why’re you so off today?” He asked, looking at her seriously and disposing his child like mannerism before.

She shrugged, “I’m kindda confused now.”

“Why?”

Reagan huffed, “That’s what I’m confused about. Nothing. I’m confused about nothing.”

Gackt chuckled a little before giving her his input, “You’re hanging out with Tuomas too much.”

“Tuomas? What’s he got to do with.. anything?”

“Tuomas is deep. Sometimes he gets too deep and doesn’t know what he’s deep about anymore.” Was the older man’s explanation, “And that where it gets dangerous- he doesn’t make sense right after not knowing what he’s deep about.”

Reagan stared- maybe in awe or was just dumbfounded- at what Camui had to say, and finally, “You’re not making sense.”

“This is crack, I’m not supposed to make sense.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. What’s important is that you complete your fic and get your ass downstairs because I heard that Ville is having his ass kicked by Tuomas in World Of Warcraft.”

“Tuomas Holopainen is playing a Warcraft?”

Gackt huffed and for the last time, “I said this is crack, anything can happen. Now impale someone with something in that fic or I’d have to do it for you.”

And her fingers started prancing away on the keyboard, as if already knowing what to say, without even thinking of a plot, and in three minutes, she was dance. Reagan stared at her masterpiece and ran through it a couple of times. The important thing was that she saw the word ‘pain’, ‘stick’ and ‘Gackt’ in the same sentence and she was content. Because only god knows how much she wanted to hurt that guy when he first came into her room and pranced around like he was the one writing the fiction.

*

Well. This would make sense if... Okay, this wouldn't make sense at all under whatever circumstances. Pure. Crack. Because I came up with this a few minutes before I have to go for tuition. So- tuituoning now and I'll see you tonight(hopefully with a non-crack). Kay, chow.