As I closed the door behind me, I could hear footsteps.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" I called.
"H-Here..." A voice answered shakily.
A girl stepped out from the curtains.
I gasped.
It was funny when I met Ann, but now it's just creepy.

So we went through outfits.
Nina really dressed me up.
And it was really funny for a girl like her.
All sweet and innocent to go wild and sexy.
"You really want me to wear this?" I asked her.
I stared in the mirror. She had put me in a short, read dress and black strappies. Then I had my hair up in a messy ponytail with a black headband.
"Of course! Joe will think you're HAWT!" she exclaimed.
I sighed. "If you say so, cuz.."

This maid, or nurse,
Looked just like Genesis.
Well, she wore giant glasses, and a nurse outfit,
But she was defidently Genesis.
On the outside, atleast.
"H-Hi!" The nurse whispered.
Her face was red as a beat.
"H..Hello.." I mumbled, blinking.
"Is there something I can help you with?"
Yeah, can you pinch me, because this MUST be a dream..

At seven, Joe arrived.
Slowly, I opened the door.
"Hey, Em..il..ee.." he stared at me. "Y-You look great!"
I smiled. "Thanks. You look sharp, as well."
He beamed. "R-Ready to go?"
I nodded, and he stuck out his arm.
I took his hand, and we strode down the path.
It was quite romantic.

"No, I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Tefalie." I smiled.
The nurse stared at me; she seemed to be thinking about what to say next.
"That's nice." She said slowly.
We were silent for what seemed like forever.
"So," I mumbled.
"Yes?"
"What's this place for?" I grinned.
"Those who are sick." She answered quickly.
"So," I began.
"Who's sick?" I asked in an annoyed voice.
"A girl upstairs." The nurse answered.
Man, this girl needs help with her social skills.

"Emily, I really like you," he told me.
I blushed. "I feel the same way.."
"Cool. So...erm...do you wanna go to the fireworks with me?" he asked.
"What? Aren't those like in summer?"
"I asked Theodore..he said he'd make an exception."
I saw him half smile. He's so cute.
"Okay. When are they?"
"Tomorrow at six," he answered quickly.
I nodded. "I'll be there."

New Story! =)
I'm Gina.
Age: 20

-
I ran through the woods, stumbling over rocks as I went.
"You don't belong!" Voices called after me.
I looked back.
The town was running after me.
As I turned my head, I nearly ran into Dia.
Stumbling to the ground, I looked up into her unforgiving eyes.
"You mean nothing to this town. Leave." She hissed.
"But Miss Dia... I-I thought we were friends.." I mumbled, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"You were a mere tool of mine. A useless one at that." She scowled.
"Miss Dia.." I choked.
"Leave!" She shouted.
"But Miss Dia!"
Why?
"Why?"
"Why Miss Dia, wh-"
I sat up in bed.
I let out a sigh of relief.
Just a dream.
No, a nightmare.
A common one at that.

Okies. >_<
- - -

Everyone died.
The end. =)
I need a new idea.
Lemme think.

O - o Well, if it helps, I get most of my ideas from music. =D

Edit: Btw, <3 the ending. =)
-

I yawned, and got up.
Another day.
Another horrible day.
Where I cater to Dia's needs.
Where I only live to fufill her needs.
I sighed.
"Gina, my tea!" Dia called.
"Yes, Miss Dia!" I shouted, getting out a cup.
"Hurry up!" She shouted.
"Hurrying!" I answered as gently as possible.

MUSIC! I have an IDEA!
Third Person, ya hear?
- - -

"Brandon. Please, get with the program!" Seth snapped.
John sighed. "Yeah, dude. Stop sobbing over Erin. It's getting annoying."
"Cut me a break!" Brandon lashed out. "She broke my heart."
"Dude, get over it." Mario rolled his eyes.
Brandon slumped his head against the tour bus window and stared at the trees passing by.
Dead Weight was going on tour.
Yes, these four guys are in a band.
Brandon, lead singer. John, drums. Mario, guitarist. And Seth, lead guitarist.
They were just like brothers, these four.
And this is their story.
The tour in Flowerbud Village.

There you go! =)
-

I shuffled upstairs, spilling bits of tea as I went.
"You tea, Miss Dia." I smiled, putting the cup on her side table.
"I hate this tea." Dia hissed.
I sighed.
"I'll just go-"
"No. I can deal with it." She scowled.
"Thank you, Miss Dia!" I said.
I sat down on the chair, watching as Dia read her book.
She was so perfect..

Yeah, perfect all right. >_<
- - -

"Hey, dudes, we're here," John pointed out.
One by one they unloaded the bus, stretching once outside.
"Gah, my legs hurt," Seth complained.
"Boo hoo," Brandon mocked.
All of them shot Brandon a look. "Dude."
He shook his head. "I'll get the equipment."
Brandon started to walk back onto the bus, but Seth grabbed his arm.
"We have people for that, dude," he laughed.
John rolled his eyes. "Let's go find our hotel."
So the four set off down the path.
It was early morning, so no screaming girls came running toward them.
Thank God.

I admired her short, black hair.
Her sparkling emerald eyes.
She had pale skin.
She was beautiful.
In only a few seconds, that admiring became hating.
How could she sit in the clinic all day, just reading books, when she's that beautiful?
People could fall head over heels for her, and she chose to stay here, caring for only a small meal and some tea.
All she does is eat, read, and sleep.
And in her spare time,
She's bothering me.

"Hello, Dead Weight!" the manager greeted them.
They all smiled their bleached-teeth smiles.
"You have the penthouse, I hope you know," the man said.
Seth nodded. "Yeah, you told us that about five times on the phone."
The band laughed.
"Ahem, well then. Take this key and head on up."
The manager, whose name tag read "Doug", handed Brandon four keys and they started up the stairs.
"Is it just me, or does this town seem very small?" Seth asked John.
"It's just you," Brandon interrupted.
Seth scowled at Brandon. "Crybaby."

Me.
The only thing I liked about myself was my eyes.
Which were hidden by big glasses.
My hair looked best in braids, which weren't that great anyways.
My skin was pale, like Dia's but unlike Dia, it didn't make me look any prettier.
I continued scowling at Dia.
"What?!" She snapped, slamming her book down.
I jumped in my seat.
"Nothing, Miss Dia.." I mumbled.
"You were scowling at me. What's your problem?" She hissed.
"My problem...my problem?"
My problem is you, Dia.
"I don't have any problem at all. My face just...hurt." I frowned.
She glared at me for about a minute more, then got back to her book.
I let out a sigh of relief.