Freak
Chapter 1
By: Makena
Jeremy climbed across her bed and to her Good Charlotte poster where she stared at the four guys in it for a moment.
"I hate to do this to you guys," she said out loud, scanning the faces quickly. "But you're getting way to popular for my taste - and now I feel like a fucking teenie when I say I like GC."
This wasn't a rare occurrence - Jeremy talked to her posters all the time. She even talked to the Ramone's poster she drew that hung between Anti-Flag and Rancid, and it didn't even have a person on it.
Jeremy was a somewhat unusual person - besides the fact that she talked to just about anything (posters, for example). She had short, blue hair that used to be blond until the previous night when she had tried to dye it a lighter blue and got a dark, almost black blue instead, and it wisped out on the sides. Her eyes were blue and she wore black eyeliner around them, which made the color stand out more than it already did. Her nails were black, but were chipping, and had three "odd" piercings - one on her lip, one on her nose and the last on her left eyebrow. For jewelry, she wore spike and studded bracelets on her right arm, and multicolored gel bracelets on the other with a large chain necklace and a spiked collar.
Jeremy reached for her plaid bondage pants and her back pack - which had both been set on her bed - and began to tug the black, white and red Good Charlotte patches off.
"I know this is just KILLING you," Jeremy continued, looking directly at Joel. "But it has to be done - its too bad I still like your music. Not that that's bad..."
"MOM! Jeremy's talking to her poster's again!!"
Jeremy looked up at a some what chubby middle school aged boy with brown hair and a bowl cut.
"Mom, Marty's being an ass again!" Jeremy mocked, getting up to close the door. "And quit pointing at people - somebody's gonna break that finger off some day."
"And it'll probably be you," Marty said, squinching up his nose.
"So SHOVE IT."
Jeremy slammed her door shut and locked it, hoping for privacy.
"Anyway," Jeremy continued, talking to her posters again as if nothing had happened before. "You guys still have good music - but you should just see the damn teenies that walk around here! It's always 'oh, I love you Benji,' this or 'Joe's so hot' that. I can't walk into a decent music store without some 12 year old prepubescent child screaming something about Good Charlotte."
Jeremy paused and sighed, holding up her pants to see the damage she had caused.
"Well," she said to herself, looking at where the patch had once been. "At least I can wear my pants out in public again."
She sighed again and walked back over to her Good Charlotte poster and pulled out the two bottom tacks. Flipping the poster up, Jeremy found a somewhat large hole in her wall - something she had "accidentally" put there when she got angry at her brother. She didn't keep anything "private" in there - just her extra cash and whatever she thought might get her in trouble or was illegal.
"There you are," Jeremy muttered, reaching back for a small, wooden box. From the inside she withdrew a wad of cash before placing the box back into the hole and the tacks back into the poster.
"I'll just leave you up," Jeremy told her poster. "Nobody comes in here anyway - I can still "privately" enjoy you. I suppose..."
Jeremy continued to mutter random things while she pulled a black, long sleeved Dropkick Murphys shirt over her head and put her plaid bondage pants back on.
Dropping her cash carefully into the front pocket of her black "messenger bag" that had a picture of Jack from the Nightmare Before Christmas on the front.
"Okay then," she said, checking her appearance in the mirror quickly and rubbing some mint flavored chap stick over her lips. "I have to buy myself some new CD's."
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Benji ran cool water over his pink and black hair. It was supposed to be pink with a scull outline in his natural hair color, but it ended up looking more like cow spots than a scull and crossbones.
"Green," he muttered to himself as he ran his fingers though his hair again. "Next time I'm just doing my whole head green."
He narrowed his eyes at his reflection, and then gave himself a frown. What he was trying to do was look tough, but that wasn't working out well for him yet.
"Bah," he though. "Screw that."
He dried his hands on a towel and walked out of the tiny bathroom.
"What's up?" Joel greeted as Benji emerged from the bus' bathroom.
"Bah," Benji muttered. "Let's just go to the mall."
Joel nodded. They had agreed to head over to the mall on their day off, mainly because they couldn't think of another thing to do and Benji claimed he needed new pants.
"Um, Benji?" Joel asked, jumping off the bus and onto the cement parking lot they had been parked at. "Do you know where the mall is?"
Benji shook his head. "Not a fucking clue. You think I live here?"
"Woah, sorry," Joel said in his defense. "Jesus... SOMEONE's in a bad mood."
Benji just shrugged and pulled a hoodie over the Unseen t-shirt he was wearing.
"Sorry," he apologized. "It's just... our fans used to be cool and now we've got a bunch of prepubescent 12 year olds following us around wanting to touch us or have out babies - which is really weird. Plus, I lost my hat."
"Is that what that one girl wanted last night?" Joel asked his brother, ignoring the fact that Benji had lost his hat.
"More or less," Benji said with a sigh, remembering the short conversation he had shared with a young girl at the show the night before. "It was along the lines of marriage and shit. At least we're in a different town now."
"And state," Joel chimed in. "Other wise we'd have to start taking out restraining orders."
Benji laughed slightly and started to hesitate when the reached the end of the side walk and got to the bus stop.
"What?" Joel asked, sensing something was wrong.
"Its... never mind," Benji said. "I don't know if I want to go to the mall today."
Joel suppressed a laugh and slapped his brother on the back. "Oh, come on," he said. "It can't be THAT bad."
"You never know..."
"You wanna invite Billy and Paul? They could be, like, our body guards."
Joel didn't mean for the question to sound rude - he simply meant that Billy and Paul were less known that Benji and Joel and wouldn't be as recognized as the twins were.
"No," Benji replied anyway. "They're out doing something anyway. Might as well just go and face the masses of children that await us."