2~A/N: Hello Sunshines!
So, This is a new story..
*Ducks, once again, behind my desk as I'm pelted with rotten fruit*
I Promise, Promise PROMISE that Magnolia and The Junkie and the Halo will be updated soon.
But, even though Exams aren't quite over yet, I just HAD to write down this story.
It was literally begging to be typed out. Honestly.
It was driving me mad.
So, please don't be mad at me, my angels ^.^
Because As you can see, Its not my fault, is it?
ITS KIO'S. *points to my muse* The jerkface.
But.. er.. Anyway, Please Review, and Share, etc. :) ~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gerard Butler (Or his fanclub), Back to the Future (or any of the characters), Rubin and Ed, or Sweeny Todd, but I do own the characters in this story (And the rockin' names of the hairdyes that I totally made up. :) So if you steal them, I will be very sad, and consequentially, I will sign you up for bingo night at your local senior citizen's hangout, then tell all the elderly peeps there that you cheat at bingo. Ohhh, yes. I'm devious...?
WARNING: THIS STORY HAS SWEARING. LOTS AND LOTS OF PROFANITY.
THIS STORY CONTAINS DRUG ABUSE. HEAVY, HEAVY SUBSTANCE ABUSE.
THIS STORY INCLUDES A LOT OF STUFF THAT I CAN'T SAY IN THIS WARNING THINGY OR IT WILL GIVE A LOT AWAY. SO. THIS STORY ALSO CONTAINS APPALLING MISUSE OF HOUSEHOLD OBJECTS. I APOLOGIZE NOW.
If you don't like any of the above mentioned things, please stop reading this story, and go to one of my others. Thank you. :)
Hopeless! The Rock Opera
Chapter I
It was a normal day in mid-autumn...
Or, as normal as any day could be, considering that destiny is an insane grasshopper who currently owns and operates the headquarters of the Gerard Butler Fan Club..
But I digress.
Enter: The main character in this tragic excuse of a tale, her hair whipping about her face in the brisk breeze, her wool coat wrapped around her slender frame, and the lower half of her face buried in an extremely long and soft scarf. She's humming softly, the tune of the song currently blasting out of her earbuds, its depressing tone not bringing down her cheery mood in the slightest. Her fellow pedestrians, however, did not stop to take in the sight of her obviously joyous disposition, because they were strangers. Anyone who knew Violet- that was the name she was currently known as- also possessed the knowledge that Violet did not smile, unless it held devious undertones. However, Violet was smiling today, and although her grin was hidden by her scarf, if one looked close enough, one would see that for once, the smile truly reached her eyes. And you, my dear reader, might possibly ask or wonder why the heroine of this truly melancholic drama was cheerfully sauntering down the sidewalk this very day, wouldn't you? And, as the author of this miserably inadequate rock opera, it is my duty to deny you that answer, and, instead, rewind several months into the past.
Ladies, Gentlemen, and Undecideds; fasten your seat belts. Please keep hands, feet, and all other objects in their rightful places. We're headed for a bumpy ride, McFly style.
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Violet grimaced as she rummaged through the shelf of hair dye in her local pharmacy.
"Bloody Hell," She muttered darkly,
"Fucking A- AHA! FOUND THE BUGGER!", She straightened up, a box of 'Honey Blonde' -salvaged from where it was hiding among the 'Bombshell Brunette' and 'Shamelessly Auburn' boxes- held victoriously in her hand before she shoved it back into its proper place.
"Uh.. Miss? Excuse me, can you help me find something?", A light, musical voice came from behind her. Violet turned around, only to face one of the prettiest girls she had ever seen. Long, blonde, wavy hair that perfectly framed big, blue eyes, and soft lips, she looked almost angelic. A soft, flowery fragrance drifted from her every time the skirt of her flower-patterned dress shifted. Violet blinked, almost drinking in the ethereal form of the girl beside her.
"Yeah.. hm.. What did you need help with?", Violet murmured, planning how she could coax this beauty over to her apartment.
"I need your professional opinion on something", The girl bit her lower lip, looking troubled.
Violet snorted. Right, the employee of a pharmacy- how much more professional could you get?
"And what would that be?", She drawled, her eyes tracing the slightly androgynous contours of the girl's face.
"Alright. So, I want to experiment with eyeshadow, because i'm currently kind of.. staying away from it, you know? 'Cause I'm not every good at applying it and-"
Violet tuned out, going back to her in-depth examination of the girl's long, tapering fingers. They were perfect, absolutely perfect for what she needed.
"..- So basically, what I'm trying to ask is, will this shade of eyeshadow make me look like a slut?", Blondie finished, looking at Violet expectantly.
Violet glanced at the plastic case that Blondie was holding up.
"Absolutely whorish." She affirmed.
"Fantastic! Thank you so much!", Blondie grinned.
"No problem", Violet had already turned back to the hair dye shelves when she felt tentative fingers card through her dark, shoulder length hair. Naturally, she started, then turned around swiftly.
"S-Sorry.. I just.. really like your hair.:, Blondie blushed lightly, then grinned sheepishly.
Violet raised her pierced eyebrow, but remained silent.
"Its.. really shiny.. So I wanted to see if it was as soft as it looked.. and..", Blondie trailed off.
"My shift ends in about twenty minutes. Do you want to come over to my flat for a bit?", Violet knew that it was a fantastic opportunity, and she couldn't let it go to waste.
"Uhh.. sure.. why?", Blondies eyes furrowed slightly.
"I want to draw you", Violet said simply.
"Okay.", was her answer.
Thirty minutes later found both Violet and Victoria- That was Blondie's name, Violet found out shortly after getting out of work- standing outside Violet's apartment building.
A quick fumble of keys and stairs later, they were standing in the living room of Violet's flat, rather awkwardly.
"So.. Why did you want to draw me, again?", Blondie- or, Rather, Victoria asked, as she curiously looked around the room.
"I have this art project for school, and I've been looking for one last thing to complete it. I think a sketch of you would complete it nicely, if you don't mind..", This time it was Violet who trailed off awkwardly.
"Oh. So.. Did you want my to take any clothes off or anything? Or.. Cause I Don't rea-" Victoria fidgeted.
"No. No, I just want your face, pretty much", Violet grinned.
"Oh! Oh. Good.." Victoria breathed a sigh of relief, as she sat on the couch.
Violet picked up her sketchpad, and the rest of her supplies and, sitting on an ottoman across from Victoria, she started to sketch.
While she sketched, the two talked, and found out that they had much in common. In fact, while Violet was nearing the end of her drawing, the two decided to meet up sometime in the future for lunch. It was during this particular topic of discussion, that Violet discovered that Victoria was still living with her parents.
"Really? Even though you're in your second year of college?", Violet asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. Pathetic, isn't it?", Victoria snickered.
Inside, Violet was having an internal battle. On one hand, the wonderful idea of inviting Victoria to be her roommate had suddenly popped up, and on the other hand, Violet had just met this girl today, and for all she knew, Victoria could be some psycho serial killer.
After a quick glance back at Victoria, and, as she thought of how well they had hit it off, and how they were becoming such good friends, Violet thought, 'To hell with Serial Killers. She's too much of a pansy to kill, anyway' And took a leap of faith.
"Hey! I just had this idea- crazy, I know, but I have this spare bedroom and I'm not using it..."
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And so it began.
That fateful question did, in fact, partially lead us to where we are today, readers, but before returning to the present, I think we'll fast-forward a little bit into the future, not as far as the present, just a few months away from where we stopped now.
No, before we go back to the present, we'll visit a very important event, one that changed Violet and Victoria's lives significantly.
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Violet woke up, then immediately closed her eyes again. It was the day after a huge party, and she was horribly hungover. Slowly, carefully, she peeled herself off the sticky kitchen floor and silently vowed never to sleep anywhere but her bed ever again.
Propping herself up on the counter, Violet set about making coffee for her and Victoria, thinking that everyone else had left last night, or when she was asleep. A quick glance around the living room confirmed that quite nicely, as she made her way over to the bathroom. Not even bothering to knock, because normally, her roommate would be comatose at this hour, she pushed open the bathroom door, only to scream what she saw inside.
There, inside the bathroom, leaning against the counter was Victoria, with short, cropped hair, and... naked as the day she... he? was born.
"VIOLET!", She/He grabbed a pair of boxers and hurriedly put them on.
"YOU'RE A MAN?", Violet was rooted to the spot, eyes wide. She was SO not going to be able to unsee that.
"YES I AM"
"SINCE WHEN!"
"SINCE THE DAY I WAS BORN!"
"I ...THOUGHT YOU WERE A WOMAN!"
"ONLY OCCASIONALLY!"
"IS THAT SO!"
"YES!"
"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"
"I THOUGHT YOU'D BE UNCOMFORTABLE!"
"WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?"
"I DON'T KNOW! ARE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE?"
"I DUNNO! SHOULD I BE?"
"NO IDEA!"
"GOOD!"
"GOOD!"
"SO.. YOU CROSSDRESS?"
"YEAH!"
"ARE YOU GAY, THEN?"
"IM BISEXUAL."
"IS THAT SO?"
"YEAH"
"COOL"
"MY REAL NAME IS VIKTOR, BY THE WAY!"
"THAT'S A LOVELY NAME. SPELT WITH A K, IS IT?"
"YES! YES IT IS."
"GRAND."
"I SUPPOSE."
"WOULD YOU LIKE SOME COFFEE?"
"THAT SOUNDS DELIGHTFUL!"
"I'LL GET ON THAT THEN!"
"GOOD! I'LL GET DRESSED!"
"YOU DO THAT!"
"I WILL!"
"NICE!"
And with that, Violet slowly shut the bathroom door and slowly plodded back to the kitchen, and continued to make the coffee.
After a while, a slightly flushed Viktor, wearing men's clothes, perched carefully on the sofa, nursing a cup of coffee.
"So.. d'you wanna watch a movie?", He asked nervously.
Movies were part of the routine of the 'day after the party' day.
Violet snorted and plopped down next to him, almost spilling her cup.
"Damn straight. Don't think this little hobby of yours has changed anything."
"Oh.. Good", He looked relieved.
"What are we watching today, captain?", Violet rummaged through their combined collection of DVDs.
"How about.. Rubin and Ed?" He sipped his coffee thoughtfully.
"Oh my god. I knew I kept you around for a reason!", Violet grinned, a rare thing, and, after putting in the movie, settled down next to Viktor again.
And, like always, a little after the movie began to play, Viktor's long, delicate fingers played with Violet's hair.
Yup, nothing had changed.
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And now, readers, we return to the present day..
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Violet smiled to herself as she walked the remaining distance to her flat, two plastic bags clutched in hand. She was in one of those rare good moods. The only cloud in her mind today, was that Viktor was going to be angry with her when she told him the wonderful news...
Okay, maybe not angry, per se, but he was going to be very upset.
However, as she climbed the winding stairs to her flat, she knew that she wouldn't mind, because what she found was just the most epic thing ever. At least, it was, for her.
Viktor was totally going to freak out.
Finally, she got to her floor, and headed towards the apartment. Unlocking it, she paused to set down her bags carefully before unwinding her scarf and tugging off her jacket, before picking up the bags once more, and closing the door behind her.
"Schnookums! I'm Hooooooome!", She hollered, then headed into the kitchen.
"Oh Darling! I knew you'd come back for me! You and that Alfonso.. You just aren't meant to be!", The dramatic voice of her roommate slash best friend rang out as he lept off the couch and hurtled into the kitchen.
"Ohoho! Whatcha got there?", He looked at the bags curiously.
"Prepare... to be amazed!", Violet smirked, then took out the contents of one bag.
Three very large bottles of rubbing alcohol, a pair of disposable latex gloves, and a big glass jar soon sat on the kitchen counter.
"What.. is that for?" Viktor looked at Violet strangely..
"You.. You aren't... NO... No!" He looked at the items on the counter, then back at Violet, horrified.
"Vicky.. Please.. Calm...Dow-", Violet started.
"No! Vi, you promised! You promised you wouldn't", Viktor accused, glaring at her.
"I lied?", She snickered.
"You bitch! Ugh! Just don't do it while I'm here! Put it in the freezer or something at least until I leave!", He whined dramatically.
"Whore. Fine.", Violet scowled then carefully put the lumpy object wrapped in the plastic bag into the freezer.
"Jesus, Vi. You PROMISED you wouldn't try to preserve an animal after we saw that documentary!", Viktor scolded her harshly.
"But he was so beautiful! Someone was going to run him over!", Violet pouted.
"You're so weird! Who preserves animals, anyway?"
"The Egyptians mummified their cats.", She pointed out.
"Eugh.. What is it, anyway?", He sounded mildly curious.
"A Raven! I'm thinking of naming him Poe," She beamed.
"Thats the most cliché thing I have ever heard.", He headed back to the living room
"Thank you, darling.", She followed him and sprawled out on the couch.
He sat just where her head was, and continued to watch the movie he was watching when she had come back.
Moving so she could use his lap as a pillow, she began to watch the movie also.
"Ahh.. I love this part.. I always liked it when they have the duet, but its so obvious that he just wants to kill him..", Violet murmured as Viktor payed with her hair absently.
"Yeah.. "
About an hour later, He slowly lifter her head off of him and replaced his lap with a pillow. The only other awake person in the room, his girlfriend watched, slightly annoyed.
"Don't you think that you guys are a little too close?", She sneered slightly
"..No.. Me and Vi.. We're just friends", Viktor smiled softly as he grabbed his coat.
"C'mon. Let's go."
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~A/N: I hoped you liked it! I tried something new, what with the narrator thing.
Although, it will most likely only happen in this chapter. :)
Wow, this chapter was long. I apologize now for any spelling/grammar mistakes.
I blame the garden gnomes.
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