Gontier-Girl 's Fanfiction 13

I look up from feverishly typing on the computer. 'Then he….' I typed down. Then I found myself unable to think. I couldn't think or remember what came next. My mind was completely blank. 'Then he…' what? Typing my screenplay was harder than I thought. And Adam was on my mind. How was I supposed to work with that on my mind? I had it all thought up, I honestly did, but I just couldn't remember. What was next? I heard a loud chord from the room next door. And I thought it was sound-proofed. There was a yell. The only thing I could make out of it was "It's offensive to Adam!" and a door slam. I couldn't make sense of it. I put the computer on my lap on the floor, and got up and walked across to the next room. "I can hear you guys, you know." I noticed Barry wasn't here. "Well, then, Naomi, tell him!" Brad yelled. "I'm sorry, tell who what? I only heard, like, the last two sentences." "Tell Neil we can't write this!" Brad stood up, and held up a sheet, thrusting it in my face so hard that it whipped back and forth with the force. I read through the sheet, which was in lyrics format.

Your bottle's almost empty,
You know this can't go on,
Because of you, my mind is always racing.
The needles break in your skin,
The scar is sinking in,

And now your trip begins, but its all over for,
It's all over for you, for you,
When you're on the edge and falling off,
And its all over.

Was all that was written. So far. But it was true. All of this was true. So how could I object it? "Well," I began, but Brad already knew that tone. "What do you mean, WELL?!"  He yelled. Brad didn't usually get mad, so this was pretty surprising. "This… this is offensive! It's rude! It's mean! I… and you know that it's about Adam! Think about that! And it's not even finished! Imagine, it could turn out so insulting, and you're okaying it?!"  "But that's the thing. It's true. The emotions in it are true. So… Besides, Adam's a good spirit, I'm sure he'll-" But Brad already knew what he was going to say. "But what if he isn't?" The silence that followed was awkward. And I hated it. Being a generally happy and optimistic person, I hated it. "He will. He'll accept it. I know he will." "Fine. I guess we'll go with your opinion. You know him the best." I nodded and laughed. "I sure hope so."