One Shot Fanfic!

Ugh, dang it! I hate school. Hate it. Despise it. LOATHE it. I’m not a favorite among my teachers or my classmates. And I’m not fond of them either. Stuck up bitches and bastards. They see me as this “emo kid” so they always strive to avoid me. Fine, but ridicule me, GUUUURL. You iz dead. Firstly, I am not emo. I am punk rock. HUGE difference.

I’m so fricken happy it’s Friday! No more classmates or teachers. NO PEOPLE. Mom and Dad were working so, I have the house to myself. I ran up the stairs, into my room and plopped onto my bed, reaching for the remote to the TV. Glee was on, and I really am NOT a fan of classics getting turned into pop revisions. I don’t hate it like I do school but..Me no likey.

I booted the computer, waiting for my gorgeous wallpaper to pop up. As soon as it was plastered on my monitor, I squealed because Tom fricken Kaulitz’ eyes were staring right at me. I am such a fangirl sometimes. I went on THF, reading the part of the fic I left off. Substituting Tom’s love interest’s name with my own. What?! I like dreaming, okay?

I’m the type of person who can’t stay doing the same thing for so long. So, I plugged my iPod into it’s speakers and turned it up to full volume. Of course, the song playing was SCREAM!! It was like my pump-up song. I bounced up and down on my bed feeling like a rockstar, flipping my hair, shouting the lyrics. Next song was “In Die Nacht” which…well, made me tear up a little. It was about Bill and Tom’s brotherly relationship and I always wonder, when I hear it, if I will ever have a “sister”. Being an only child kinda sucks but rocks at the same time.

Oh! Facebook time! I posted something on the wall of the fanpage I admin that is basically my whole life... about how my day went, relating it to TH. The fans were great! They responded easily and we got into a conversation about whether Bill would look great as a blonde or not. Some of these girls are CRAZEEH. Says me who’ll do anything for Tom.
I was wishing something interesting would happen in my life for once. So, I daydream. WHEEE!
Dom-world is the only place where anything goes.

*intro* I've got other plans today
Don't need permission anyway…

Great timing, phone. I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF…Ugh, nevermind. Hahaha!

With my back against the wall
Against the wa-

“Hello?” I answered

“Good afternoon. Is this Dominique Sanders?”

“Speaking.” Okay, who is this guy?

“Congratulations! You are going to MTV World Stage!”

Funny on how conmen know exactly what you want in life. =)) Too good to be true. Don't believe him one bit.

I don't know what to do anymore...

Bill Kaulitz has taught me to stand out, be different and shine in others' shadow. How? How would I do it when there are restraints on me? How would I do that? Bill, he's different, special. He's otherworldly. I on the other hand...am just this 13 year old girl, going under hormonal changes that are frankly really disturbing.

I wanted to have a pixie cut. A really really short cropped hairstyle. I fake a smile whenever they say I can't do it. That I won't be able to pull it off. I say "I don't care." which is partly true but I can't help but feel sad at the fact that I'm not able to do it. Not able to do something unusual or something just totally ludicrous.

Mom, just right here beside me, just said that Lea Michele wasn't pretty. She has a big nose mom said. Which is a fact. It is big but I guess that's what makes her beautiful-- her imperfections, the imbalance makes it all so lovely.

If Lea Michele is not pretty to her, what about me? I have a wide face, flat nose and skin that would put the dinosaurs to shame. I have eyebrows thick as the forest, and hair-- BIG hair that doesn't suit any trend. WHOA. I must look like hell or something. Unlike Lea, I don't have a talent. I can't sing. I can do some things but it's nothing special at all. What am I? Who am I? What made me like this? What do I do?

Confused. That's what I am. And finding myself is my mission. Question is..How long will that take? Well. DO WITH ME WHAT YOU WILL. I would just go about my day and try not to get into trouble for as long as I live. YEAH. THAT'S IT! Just shut up and stuff. And THEN I'd live. THEN I won't be as depressed. But then again, life would be colorless. It's okay if it's black or white, at least there's a movie.

My Alter-ego: a 10 year old girl with ADHD

tralala....*sigh*

Heya! :D Kate <--------- that's mah name. Don't wear it out. Look, the only reason im writin this is 'cause Alex forced me to. Can't argue with the body I belong to..ohh well. OHH LOOK!! there's a butterfly :3 in a jaaaar??? OHMAHGAWD ITS FLYING!!

okay, what now? ohh yeah.. we played truth and dare and stuff. and i got Dana to eat a worm! nyahaha!! and btw, did you know worms don't taste like chicken? they taste like dirt and a bunch of other really nasty stuff..gee, what do chickens feel about comparing their taste to their prey.. AAAANYYYYWAAAAAYYYYYYY..bye now!! Thank goodness! im bored talking about chickens with you. BYEEEE!!

Chapter 2- I'll Stand by You (Artie's Point of View)

“If you wanna go and take a ride with me, three wheelin’ on the floor with the gold d’s oh why do I feel this way (hey! Must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with me smoking L in the back of the Benz-y oh why do I feel this way (hey must be the money!) whoo!!” sang the entire Glee Club with Puck playing the guitar while Rachel’s making gooey eyes toward him. Did they get hung last night or something? Finn is playing the drums while looking at Rachel and Quinn’s making lovey dovey eyes at him. Life’s just too complicated. Even mine… Mr. Schu came walking in with an impressed grin in the middle of our impromptu jam session. “This week’s assignment…DUETS!” he grandly announced. “ And since the guys won the mash-up, they get to pick their partners. Let’s start with…” Mr. Schu’s sentence was cut short when Puck stood up and said “Mr. Schuester, I was hoping I could pick first” with eyes that would make you do anything if he asked to. TSS! I thought to myself. I’ve forgiven Puck for jamming me in a Port-o-potty but I’ve never forgotten what he did. I bet he’s just doing this to show off and probably pick Quinn. Reluctantly, Mr. Schu said “Sure Puck…go ahead.” A triumphant smile beamed on his face and yes, life is unfair. “I pick Rachel.” Maybe my theory before wasn’t so bad. Maybe Puck and Rachel DID get hung. Football jock and complete a**hole + obnoxious female lead= no,dude.just..no. I spoke up before anyone else did and said “I pick Tina.” And she looked at me wide eyed and kinda..red. I chuckled at her evident shyness and she smiled back. That must be a sign of reassurance that we’re not fighting anymore. “I pick Mercedes.” Out of the blue, Kurt just blurted it out. Weird pairing. Huh, I guess nothing is normal anymore. “Guess I’m stuck with Quinn”. I cant believe Finn used the word ‘stuck’ instead of ‘im paired up with Quinn’. Nothing much happened after that though except we went outside on the school grounds, Mr. Schuester got chased by a squirrel and ants came up Quinn’s back. After glee, it’s a good thing Tina stays behind in order to avoid other people. This was my chance to make things right again. “H-h-hey. H-h-how ya d-d-doin?” Ugh! I thought. I’m such a dork! But come to think about it, she is too. “Uh..i-i-im f-f-fine.” She said with a very distinct tone of unease. “Any ideas for the duet?” “Uhmm, before that, I’m really, really sorry for lying and…” I was kinda lost in thought as I stared at her rumbling on and on, its very cute. “Naw! Its okay. And oh yeah, I have something to tell you.” I signaled her to come closer and she did for only about an inch. I signaled her again and again until her face was only 5 inches away from mine. I decided to close the gap to kiss her for real this time. “Uh…you’re message came through clearly and I guess I’m gonna return the favor. Wanna go out tonight?” **END**

Chapter 1- Proud Mary (Tina's Point Of View)

After telling Artie that my stutter was fake, I felt guilty for lying to him but I also felt that he should be more understanding. That was devastating, yes but I cant get over the fact that he kissed me. It was fun while it lasted. Rolling away from him in my wheelchair, I haven’t noticed that tears were rolling down from my cheeks. “T-T-Tina…” I heard a familiar, faint stutter from behind me. “I love you. I really do. I just need time to…” he cut off his sentence probably noticing my ruined eyeliner. “whoa, wait. Are you crying?” he asked as he rolled over as fast as he can. Turning away from him was the hardest thing to do but it was the only way to escape. “I’m so sorry…for everything.” I managed to spit out. A smirk that’s impossible to resist suddenly formed on his lips while getting something from his pocket. “You’re apologizing for crying?” he chuckled. I suddenly heard alto and soprano laughter from down the hall. I impulsively acted as I kissed him one last time and turned towards the ladies’ room where he cant follow me. I buried my face in my hands as the sounds came closer and louder. “NO WAY! You have access to Mark Jacobs new collection?” Mercedes exclaimed. “Of course I do! I’ll take you to the show room tomorrow at 4pm” said…KURT??? “Sounds like a date. See ya!” she replied as she enters the same room as I’m in. She was shocked to find me in this kind of situation as seen on her face. “Piece of advice, you do know that Kurt is lady fabulous right?” I asked her. “Don’t ruin my day just because your date went awol!” she said diva-ing again. “Oh great! I ruined 2 relationships today. I really do have reasons to be emo.” I sighed *end of story*

kill me now.

read the title and frickn' do it...NOW!!!!!