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| hammettgirl | September 4, 2012, 12:04 am Post #1 |
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Well, it's been quite awhile since I've written anything, so bear with me. The writing will probably suck a bit, but I'll try to work on that. XD As usual, let me know if this is any good, and I'm open to any suggestions you may have. Please enjoy, and I'll post the next chapter when I get around to writing it! Oh, and in regards to the title, that's the hardest part of making a story for me lol I can never really pick a good title, but I was listening to that song and I was like 'Oh, this sounds like it'll work.' Chapter 1 Lars rolled his eyes with a sigh. "What're we doing here again?" James had the same bored expression on his face. "Kirk and Rob decided they wanted to take us surfing." "I don't know how to focking surf!" James snorted. "Niether do I! Not like we had anything else planned." Lars scowled and opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off as Rob and Kirk ran up to them. "C'mon, guys! Let's go!" Lars narrowed his eyes. "Go? Go where?" Kirk raised a questioning eyebrow. "Uhh, the water? You know, you can't really surf in the sand." Rob smirked. "You guys can't be scared, can you?" James scoffed. "As if. Surfing's your thing, not ours." Kirk frowned. "Then why'd you agree to come in the first place? Just one wave, that's it! Then you can sulk here on the beach." Lars sighed. "Fine! One wave, that's it!" Kirk immediately brightened. "Alright! Who goes with who?" Rob scratched his head. "I think James should go with you and Lars with me. To even the balance, you know?" James put an arm around Kirk's shoulder. "C'mon Hamster, let's get this over with." Lars just shook his head and trailed behind the oher three. -- -- -- -- -- James woke up with a salty taste in his mouth. He spit out the sand and sat up with a groan. What the hell happened? Looking around he immediately spotted someone lying in the sand not too far away. "Lars!" Lars stirred at James' call with a groan. "Aww, fock, what the hell happened?" James helped him sit up. "No clue." Looking around, he didn't see any sign of their other two bandmates. "I don't see Kirk or Rob anywhere.." Lars looked around. "Maybe they ended up somewhere further down the beach?" James nodded and helped him up. "Yeah, maybe." He squinted. "Hey, look. There's a house over there, maybe someone there found them or somethin'." Lars looked and upon seeing the small house, he nodded. "Yeah, let's go." The pair made their way to down the beach and when the got closer, they could see that the house had clearly been through quite a bit. The door was non-existant and had been replaced by a ratty looking green curtain. The porch had a rather large hole on one end and the rocking chair on the other looked as if it was ready to fall apart and any second. The roof had several 'unprofessional' patches, for lack of a better word. Lars could have sword there were several pieces of wood missing from the side of the house, but with the overgrown grass around the house, he couldn't be sure. Lars winced at the poor state of the house. "You sure this is a good idea?" James frowned. "Nope. Not at all." "We're still going though aren't we?" "Yup." "Fock." James lead the way to the front 'door', making taking slow steps to avoid falling through. "Hello? Anyone here?" Lars couldn't be sure if the silence was comforting or frightening. Looking around, he spoke with an unsteady voice, "Uh, James? I think we should get outta here. This place gives me the creeps, man." Nothing but silence answered him. "James?" Looking back to the entrance, he swore when he saw James walking in. He grumbled as he followed reluctantly , "No one listens to me." James' eyes widened when he saw what was inside. "Kirk? Rob?" Lying on the floor, their two bandmates were unconscious, looking the worse for wear, but alive. Rob's shoulder was scratched up and Kirk's ribs looked a bit bruised and scratched, but otherwise they were fine. Lars knelt by Kirk, who was closer, and shook his shoulder. "Kirk? Hey, Kirk, c'mon man, get up." Kirk groaned and looked around blearily. "Lars? Ugh, what happened?" Lars helped him sit up. "No focking clue, but c'mon we gotta get outta here." Next to them Rob was sitting up as well. Putting a hand to his head, he frowned. "Where is here?" James stood. "I dunno. You two okay?" Kirk held an arm against his ribs and, with Lars helping, stood. "Little banged up, but I'm okay." Lars pulled Kirk's arm around his shoulders. "C'mon, let's get outta here. I don't like this place." -- -- -- -- -- Three hours later, the group were at Kirk's house. Kirk, with a bag of ice held to his ribs, groaned. "So, what happened? I don't remember much of anything." Lars crossed his arms with his usual scowl as he grumbled, "You took us surfing, that's what happened." James elbowed him and shrugged. "All I remember is going with Kirk, getting ready for a wave and the next thing I know, I wake up on the beach with sand in my mouth." Rob nodded wincing as he pushed the bag of ice too hard on his shoulder. "I think maybe the wave took us out and we knocked out and got washed up." Kirk frowned. "But how did we end up in that house and you two didn't?" Rob sighed, "I dunno, but I'm thinking we should try and get some sleep and think about it tomorrow." Mumbles of agreement were heard and the group stood. Kirk showed them to the guest rooms and the boys settled in for a peaceful night. The morning, however, was anything but, as a noise filled the air. "Is that a focking kid crying?!" |
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Oh, and in regards to the title, that's the hardest part of making a story for me lol I can never really pick a good title, but I was listening to that song and I was like 'Oh, this sounds like it'll work.'



8:48 PM Jul 10