Distortion

Authors notes: hmmmm....*sticks tongue in cheek*....*bites tongue* ow. Anyways I think this is going to be a little story that'll turn out more like a character study of a young woman named Miranda. From my 'Telling' Series I have on another computer.1

Sighing, I turn up the music on my ipod almost to the point of distortion. I didn't really know the band, or the song. I just knew I needed to lose myself in the screaming lyrics, pounding drums, and fast guitar. Or else I seriously thought I would go crazy watching the stupid movie that was playing, because our science teacher wasn't here today. It was something that Mr. Young had already gone over earlier in the year. Our sub just didn't have anything valid to give us, so she put this on...great.2

I pulled my hoodie up over my head to hide the earphones because my spikey black hair didn't cover them, and my earrings didn't do anything to keep attention away from them either. I looked around at the class and wasn't entirely surprised to see that half the class was asleep. The thing that did surprise me was the fact that Lauren, my best friend and possibly the only thing keeping me sane, wasn't paying attention. Lauren is one of the smartest kids in school, and I would've figured she'd be taking notes and checking things in the way-to-thick science book.3

It's always been a funny thing, me and Lauren, I don't really remember how we started hanging out. We obviously come from two different worlds. Her from a world of politics and journalism, and me from a dark world of angry music, drug induced insomnia, and a good deal of loneliness. Her a world of designer tee's and parties, me a world of spikes and mosh pits. Funny.4

I think it started by her wanting to piss her dad off. And me just not caring, just happy to have someone to hang out with. But whatever it was it worked, and now she's pretty much the only friend I have that's not working in a bar, or has fewer than five tattoos. I of course don't have any, but that'll change as soon as I turn eighteen...and get a job.5

I flinched a little when a folded up piece of pink paper snapped me out of my little reverie. I opened it up and on it, in Laurens predictably beautiful handwriting said, 'Hey, are we still going to P : F tonight?'.6

I wrote back 'of course' and then tossed the paper back across to her desk. I saw her stifle a squeal when she read my answer. Project: Forsaken is our favorite band. Eric, their lead singer just graduated Vincent High last year. A year before us. Nobody thought they'd do anything outside of our little town, but a recruiter from a smallish Indy label discovered them at our homecoming game last year. And they went off to do the Summer Heat tour over the summer and they're coming back tonight. So me and Lauren have both executed the timeless "I'm staying over at (insert other friends name here) house tonight." And of course they bought it. Both my parents work so they're hardly home at night anyways, they give me a fairly decent allowance, and I do most of the house work. So it kinda works. 7

Finally the friggin bell rang, and I barely had time to stop my ipod before I was practically tackled by Laurens perfect 5'3 soccer honed body.8

"Ooph," I gasp but manage to stay standing as Lauren does her happy girl squeak jumpy thing.9

"Ooohhhhhmigawd Miranda," She squeaks, she never fails to get all excited about stupid stuff. I guess it's her little body and blonde hair that makes it tough to contain. Whereas my near six foot skinny frame may take it a little while longer to get excited....who knows? “I seriously can’t wait.”10

“You just want to see Eric.” I replied flatly, trying to keep my face straight, but honestly inside my heart was fluttering. Because apparently I have an A major crush on Zeke, the bands lead guitarist. Well I won’t lie, I do, but thanks to his awesome guitar skills, and total hottie looks I simply will never get to know him. 11

“Well yeah, oh I can’t wait to see what he’s wearing tonight.” She flushed, she actually flushed. She has this whole thing on sex, she’s had it before, but it’s still one of ‘those’ topics for her like when we sleep over at each other’s house and it inevitably comes up she’ll actually start to whisper when we talk about it.12

“Probably not much, knowing Eric, you know how he does his stuff.” I said, slinging my bag up onto my shoulder. Not that I had anything about Eric’s showmanship. Just that he didn’t have any with a shirt on. Not that I minded he wasn’t too bad looking.13

“Ohhhh Miranda I can’t wait.” She sighed as she leaned into me, more like swooned but whatever. I just grinned and pushed her off of me.14

"You driving?" I asked, mainly because I love her ride it's a sweet new-ish Mustang, kinda this muted metallic green with a black interior, leather of course. Whereas my ride was an older truck. Not that I didn't love my baby, it's just not as cool as the Mustang.15

"Yeah," she answered, her mouth full of hair clippy. She was trying to do two things at once which was never a good idea for her, so I grabbed her bad where she left it next to the class room door. And caught up to her.16

It's kind of a wierd thing to be taller than any of the girls and most of the boys in my school. My mom always says I even look like a boy most of the time. Not that I don't try to be a guy, just that the whole girl look doesn't really work on my body. I'm tall, and skinny, no boobs hardly whatsoever, my face is all sharp and stuff I have long skinny fingers that make it hard to do anything feminine. My eyes are okay I guess, they're this bright green, that totally jumps out from my pale face, my lips too. Not a full as Laurens, but definitely kissable...or so I think.17

"Hey have you seen my-" Lauren began but I cut her off by handing her her bag. "Thanks, where would I be without you?"18

"You know I'm not always going to be around to get all your stuff, you know that right?"19

"Yes you are and you know it."20

"Yeah I know, so do we wanna get something to eat first or wait till after the show?" I asked, neatly sliding out of the way of a freshman who apparetly couldn't see the freakishly tall senior walking down the hallway.21

"After defintely." She answered and I nodded, "So I'll pick you up at about six alright?" Once again I nodded, then we hit the doors and went our seperate ways to our cars.22