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I'm really new at this. I'm more used to writing poems but here I go.
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. Not a single iota of this story is based on true events. Although Calabasas is a town, it isn't on or near the beach like in my story. I also do not know any members of the band, nor did they help me write it while hysterically cracking up in the backround while I roll my eyes.
Iris McAdam
Age: 18
D/POB: 5/9/89 Belfast, Ireland (moved to the US when she was 10)
Height: 5'6
Weight: 112 lbs
Ethnicity: British, Irish, and French
Hair: Bright red, wavy
Eyes: Green
Distinguishing marks: Monroe-like scar, one below eyebrow, one on right knee
Loves: Serj Tankian, but not System of a Down
No. This isn't real. This is...impossible... no, I've had too many dreams like this, I think to myself on the way to his house. A week ago I put an ad on Craiglist to be anyone's maid/personal assistant. My mom insisted I made my own money without having to work at a Dairy Queen, and Neiman Marcus was too full of eager workers, so I chose a job that could give me a somehwat large paycheck and didn't put too much pressure on me. Every day was the same. I would either get no replies or messages, or I would get messages from creepy middle-aged Mexicans trying to convince me into a "maid roleplay" opportunity. A week later, I got one (serious) call. One call that would forever change my life. My heart sank somewhere between my ankles and the floor when I heard his voice. He only had to say "Hello" for me to recognize that voice. That deep, mysterious, slightly-accented voice that caressed every one of my thoughts whenever it sang. And whenever it screamed it embraced and suffocated me. I knew it was him. Serj Tankian actually called me to tell me he needed a maid/personal assistant. I got it through my head a couple of times, and even considered running head first into a wall to try to wake up. The conversation had been forever burned into my mind...
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"I'll get it mom!!! Hello?"
"Hello, this is Serj, is this Iris?"
AGGERBASHLABADABALAGAGAGAGA
I composed myself while realizing it could all be a prank
"Is this a joke?"
"What?"
"Uh... never mind... y-you were saying?"
He chuckled a little.
"Well, I saw your ad on Craiglist. I'm sort of in a desperate search to find someone who could help me around a little bit."
"Um...uh...oh, sorry! Yeah, yeah, sure. Hold on... if I could find my pen... alright, what's your address?"
He gave out his address.
"C-Calabasas? That's... kind of far... I live in Bakersfield... that's around 100 miles from there."
"Oh, really? Well... I suppose if it isn't too much to ask... you could stay in my guestroom for about a week? That'ss about as long as I need you"
AGHAGADFAHJABLAH!!!
"Oh, n-no, that's not too much to ask at all. As long as it's fine with you, it's fine with me... I guess...?"
There was a long and painful silence. I broke it abruptly after spacing out.
"So..."
"So..." he said back. We both lauged a little.
"Is there, um... any specific day you want me to drive over there?"
"Well, I'm going to need you around Monday, so... Either Saturday or Sunday, whichever works for you."
"Well... hold on... My mom needs me on Saturday, but I'm free Sunday."
Now if only I can get my mom to give me the whole week free.
"Oh, that works great... so, do you need directions at all?"
"Well, there's always Mapquest."
"Oh, yeah... well, I'll see you then."
"Yeah... I'll... see you...."
"Alright, take care."
"Y-you too. Bye."
"Bye."
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By the way, my name's Iris, but I don't need an introduction. I'm flawed, although you may not see it. Most of my flaws are emotional. I bottle up my emotions until I explode, making everyone assume I have a hell of a temper. I also worry more than I should and tend to cover my body when a boy comes my way. I'm afraid Serj will see all of these things. I don't want him to look right through me like God himself and realize how unnaturally imperfect I am. Perhaps another layer of foundation will fog up his view. Oh, and, I've had no luck with guys so far. I mess up every time, mostly from trying to be so perfect. I know there is absolutely no chance over a frozen Libya that I could capture Serj, me being so damn young, but I still want to impress him. I'm determined not to look stupid. No, not this time.
3:00, he said 3:00!. That thought swept me out of my daydreams. I looked at the clock in my car: 2:30. I still had a ways to go, and I forgot his number to tell him I might be running "a little" late. I can't understand how I could've possibly forgotten his number, him being burned onto my brain since the day he called. The highway was packed with cars... Me being the neurotic I am, worried the hwole time that he would percieve me as a flake or irresponsible. I was apparently wrong about the town being so far from where I was. I had finally saw the sign that read "Calabasas, next 3 exits" and in no time I was off of the freeway toward his neighborhood. The road to his house seemed even longer than the freeway. He lived in the hills (oh, glory). I knew it would be tough to drive my mediocre, middle-class, piece-of-shit hand-me-down red Toyota up those suckers. Fortunately, the hilsweren't thard to drive up. Eventually I saw the address that matched the one that I had printed out from Mapquest. It was an average-sized, cozy-looking residence that seemed to hug the hillside. I saw a big black hybrid Subaru parked in the driveway. Of course. I shakily got out of my car and started to walk up to the porch. Don't be a retard like you normally are, I thought to myself with every step I took. Trembling, my sweaty palms could barely hold on to the suitcases they were grasping. Once I reached the porch, I dropped my suitcases. I ruffled my jeans and straightened my soft, grey llong-sleeved shirt. I tried to stay positive assured myself I would make a grand entrance. I hesitated at first, but slowly, I pressed my finger onto the dorrbell. After what seemed like 10 minutes (but was probably only 10 seconds) Serj opened the door. He was wearing a black shirt that hugged his long, slender arms, and casual blue jeans. I had always fantasized about the minute we looked eachother in the eyes. Now this was it. I stood there and took it all in. In a span of roughly 7 seconds, I stared at his shirt, dark curly hair (of what used to be a mane). I looked at his dark brown eyes, tht seemed to be filled with . "Hey...you're Iris from the newspaper ad, right?" I felt almost dizzy...but I answered, "Y-yeah, I-I am", I stammered. "Oh, well it's great to meet you-how old are you, by the way?", he asks. "Um, I'm...20." That was a lie. I'm really 18, but I don't want him to think I'm inexperienced when it came to jobs. "Wow. So young...", he says. He has no idea, really. "Here, let me help you with your bags and I'll show you to your guestroom and let you unpack. I'll give you a tour afterwards if you'd like." "Oh-uh, ok, that sounds great. Good. Great and good. Uh..." I flash him a stupid grin. Serj chickled a little then led me upstairs with one of my bags in his hand, but then it suddenly came undone. and everything spilled out...fortunately I had the bag filled with clothes. 
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed. "No, it's m-my fault. I didn't zip the suitcast all the way", I said, embarrassed. He started picking up things that fell out while I helped him clean up the mess of pencils, books, etc. "Ooo. I like the design of this notebook", he said picking up my gold notebook. Oh, no. That was my poem book! Without thinking, I blurted, "Wait! Don't touch that!" Fuck...I just lost it didn't I? Agh, I'm so fucking stupid! So much for a first impression.
After realizing what I'd just said, I exclaimed, "Oh, no oh, my Gosh I really didn't mean that! It's just that, I don't let anybody see that...I really didn't mean to-agh I'm so sorry, Serj-
"It's ok, I know what you mean", he said. "I have stuff like that, too." I felt so bad for doing that, but as long as he was ok, so was I. I still needed to work on the whole graceful, calm girl thing, though. The guestroom was gorgeous. It was comfy, though, not too fancy. It had a blacony overlooking parts of Calabasas which was cool. As I started to unpack, I heard an unfamiliar voice of a woman. "I'm home, Hon!" the unidentified woman shouted. Oh, fuck, I think to myself. I sort of knew this was going to come, though. I mean, why would Serj be single? He's sweet, gorgeous, and his smile could light up the darkest room. Once I was done unpacking, I threw on a black and white striped sweater with black leggings. I made my way down the stairs and saw two people smiling at me. One was Serj, and the other was a beautiful woman about 3 inches taller than me. She was golden-skinned with beautiful curly brown hair. She looked like an angel, or a porcelain doll, maybe. She was wearing a long-sleeved brown turtleneck with blue jeans. She looked flawless. Hopefully she isn't a total bitch. "Iris, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Angela", Serj said. "Hey", I said sheepishly. "It's...nice too meet you", she said with a smirk on her face. "Serj tells me your our new housekeeper." "Mmhmmm." I stared at my feet. "And you will be staying with us for a week?"she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Ummm...yeah", I replied. "Well, let's show you a tour of the house, yes?" Serj asked. I just nodded my head and followed them. The whole house was amazing. The best part was the family room. There were two sofas, a lounge chair, portraits from various artists, and a fireplace. It was very homey. I was still a little upset over the whole girlfriend thing, but I clammed it up and put agreat big grin on my face. I mean, who was I kidding? It's not like I could ever get him, and she seems like a nice woman...right?
He happened to be a pretty cook for a vegetarian, if you count taking frozen vegetables from the freezer and cooking them in the oven. Oh, well. I'll give him credit. He made a great stir-fry with water. I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't stop rambling. "Yeah, my mom works for human recources, my dad I don't talk too much to anymore. He used to be a broadway actor but he started using and drinking and he injured his voice while doing a play. See he got the voice from my grandpa who was a famous broadway star but unfortunately my grandpa fell ill from MS and is retired now and he just paints now, and he's inspired by Monet and Van Gogh and they're both really interesting artists that use a lot of color and...oh, am I talking too much? I, um...tend to...um...ramble...alot. Seriously stop me if I'm talking too much. Really."
"No...go on...this is interesting, don't you think so , Angela?" Serj said. Angela didn't answer. She was staring at her plate while tapping it with her fork. "Angela!" "Oh...sorry..haha a little spacey! Oh, yeah, very interesting, Iris. Carry on." I very much carried on...too many things to talk about...or ramble, in my case, unfortunately.
I wasn't supposed to start cleaning until tomorrow, so after dinner, we had fruit for dessert (strange man O_O), and then we played scrabble. I kept kicking both their butts, but they were good sports. Serj won once.
After hours of the game, We all headed to our rooms to go to sleep.
I looked at the clock on my bedside- 11:27 pm, and I can't fall asleep, so I'm reading a book about greek mythology. It's boring yet interesting at the same time. I know, weird. I mean, reading is the only option; the man doesn't have a TV, and my notebook full of poems is too full for me to fit in another one. Oh, about the episode I had earlier today. That book has a big thing of poems about how deeply in love I am with Serj. I mean, not ALL about Serj. Some of the poems in there are about other things like dealing with my alcoholic dad, my friends, pretty flowers-well you get the point, I'm rambling, yet again. When he picked up the book, I got some strange instinct he was going to read it. It must have intriqued him. The notebook is gold-ish with flower designs and swirls engraved on it. I got it at some weird vegan store that sells more than food. I felt aweful that I almost blew up at him today...he really didn't deserve it, and I promised my self I wouldn't...I got lost in all my thoughts that I didn't realize that I was reading the same line in the book about Cupid over and over again. Then I hear a knock at the door. "Uhhh...come in", I said. Angela walked over to me. She had on a white tanktop with matching shorts, and she had silver tary with tea on it. "I just forgot to tell you goodnight, and was wondering if you wanted this tea. It's Jasmine mint", she said with a giggle. "Oh, well, um, goodnight, and uh, thanks", I said. "Sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite! Haha I'm just kidding", she said, giggling again. "I'll see you in the morning", I said with a smile. she smiled back, and shut the door on the way out. Shit. She's nice. That gives me another reason not to hate her. I sipped the tea until it was gone. It was surprisingly good. Suddenly, I felt tired. It's like Angela is the sleep fairy, or the sandwoman or something (sorry bad joke). I yawn, turn out the lights, say my prayers, and go to sleep.
Part 2 coming soon...give me your honest opinion. |
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Posted: Jan 06, 2008 - 09:52 AM
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Okay, I think it's awesome. But, you know, that is one big huge paragraph! 0_o. I hate huge paragraphs,  I get lost so easy. But luckily, I had my mouse pointer.
Now I go and hit Angela on the head, put on a wig, heels to make me taller, and whatever else I have to do to replace her. Play along with me! I'm just kidding, but that would be funny.
It's a story, but it still gives me a buring feeling to think of some girl under Serj's arm. UGH!
But really, I like this story a lot, Keep going PLEASE!  |
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Posted: Jan 06, 2008 - 08:51 PM
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^^ you'll have to get used to that feeling , because some elements of this story are true. The girl's name really is Angela, and they've been together for, like 2 years. I know, I'm weird fro knowing that, but I don't care, at least the story's accurate.
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Posted: Jan 06, 2008 - 10:37 PM
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^Yeah, how did you find that out? I really like to see some proof, I wasn't sure if there was even a girl. I could never find this stuff out, I really look for a long time.
This will take a while to swallow, girlfriend...  This doesn't stop anything, just changes the rules. Yeah, whatever, I'll shut up now, that sounded really dumb.  |
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Posted: Jan 07, 2008 - 03:51 AM
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| I like it! can't wait for the next part |
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Posted: Jan 07, 2008 - 04:04 AM
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haha no, I feel the same way...I was thinking of naming my character Alee, but I thought that would be too conceited, so I named her Iris, because I like that name. The way I described her is exactly what I look like though, lol
Anyway, here's part 2
Part of this will be in Serj's point of view on how the day went, so basically it's going back in time in Serj's eyes.
Serj POV
Oh, crap. the house is filthy and she should be here any minute, I think to myself. Well, she is a maid, I guess, but still it should look presentable. People see me as a neat freak, like if I see a speck on the ground, I take a vacuum and suck it up. There were many specs, though. AHHH. Oh well, I hope she doesn't mind. I don't really need a maid particularly. I just need someone to watch over my dog, Bowie while I leave the house everyday to record some of the final touches for Elect the Dead. I hope she doesn't mind animals. So I heard the doorbell ring. I hesitated before I opened it. Even I was nervous to meet her. I didn't want her to think I was a slob or anything. Oh, who was I kidding? The house is praactically spotless! So I open the door. She's quite pretty. Her hair was short and flipped, and she was wearing a red tanktop with a white skirt, but she changed clothes afterwards (don't ask how I seemed to notice). What I noticed most about her was her eyes. They seemed to sparkle when they were in the light, and they were green with specks of gold and brown. "Hey, you're Iris, from the newspaper ad, right?" I asked. She just said a simple yes. She seemed very shy. I offered to help her with her bags. As we were going up the starcase to show her to her room, the suitcase I was holding came undone. Oh, no. so much for a first impression. I am not a klutz. She told me she accidentally hadn't zipped it all the way, but I still felt embarrassed as she helped me pick up the mess. Out of the corner of my eye something gold and shiny caught my eye. I looked over and saw a goldish-tan notebook with flowers and swirls engraved on it. It was beautiful. I picked it up. "Ooo...this is a cool notebook design", I told her. She gave me a look of horror and snatched it from me. "Don't...touch that!", she exclaimed. With wide eyes I nodded my head with understanding. "Oh...I'm so...oh, my Gosh I'm soooo sorry, it's just that I don't let anyone see or touch that." I told her I understood. I mean I have things like that too, like my Village People cd's...I mean, never mind you didn't read that. I wonder what was in that book that made her react like that. Infact, I wondered the whole night why. I was wrong about her being shy. She's a pretty good talker. I was listening dilligently becuase she seemed to have an interesting family. It was sad she had an addict father, but cool that she had an artist/former broadway star grandpa. She asked if she was talking too much I told her to carry on. Angela was staring at her plate while flicking it with her fork. Ugh, that woman can be really rude sometimes. While I was showing Iris around the house, i noticed Angela looking at her like she was a bug that needed to be squished. I mean what does she have against her? It's not like she's in love with me or anything, well, at least I don't think so. Oh, well. Sometimes I just have to deal with angela, even though she gets on my nerves sometimes. Sometimes she spaces out or she's needy or pushy. Oh, well. I love her. She's giving and sweet, too. Maybe that's why we're still together...After dinner and dessert, we played scrabble. Iris is pretty gooda t it, too. She beat Angela and I, like 5 times, when Angela won only once. Once in bed, Angela and I stayed up in bed until 11. I was reading, and she was writing a shopping list of some sort. Suddenly she got up. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I don't know, something doesn't feel right. I mean, I want to make Iris more comfortable...I mean, you don't want her to leave, do you?", she said. "Well, no...but...I mean what can you do to make her comfortable?Are you going to make her some tea or something?" I asked. "Well, I was just going to tell her goodnight, but that doesn't sound like a bad idea", she replied. She left the room and I turned off the light. Damn, I couldn't stop thinking about that gold book. It was so intriguing. I wondered what was inside of it- was it a diary? A book of poems? Drawings? I couldn't get Iris or the book off my mind. She was such a peculiar girl. And she's only 20, wow.
(voice in head #1)- Woah woah woah buddy. She's 20, off limits, and you have a stunning girlfriend of your own already.
(voice in head#2) I know, I'm just saying, she's pretty.
(voice in head#1) Perv. You know I'd diagnose you with asshole syndrome if I were a doctor.
(voice in head#2) Hey, you just insulted yourself!
(voice in head#1) Touche.
My thoughts drifted me to sleep, strangely....and OH CRAP! I forgot to tell her about Bowie...oh, well, I'll tell her tomorrow.....
Iris's POV
I had an amazing dream. I was sitting on Serj's couch, and he walked up to me, sat down, and started kissing me deeply. It was like we both didn't care if his girlfriend was in the house, which was weird. It was like I could almost feel the kiss....
I woke up to a big, sloppy wet tougue licking me. I opened my eyes to see a dog's eyes lloking straight down on me. I practically screamed. The dog didn't seem scared though. He just rolled over the bed. I looked at the clock- 8:07 am. I looked over at the dog. It had to be one of the most beautiful dogs I have ever laid eyes on. Its fur was a brilliant shade of white with silver and gray. It had piercing blue eyes and it's velvety pink tongue was hanging out while it was panting. It seemed to be a husky because it had a remarkable resemblance to a wolf. Serj never told me he had a dog. Anyway, Serj walked in and said, "Oh, I see you've met Bowie. I was going to tell you about him, but I forgot.
"Forget...about a dog? Well, he's adorable, I'kll give you that. I love huskies", I told him. "Is he named after David Bowie?"
"Yeah", Serj Replied. "David Bowie is one of my favorites."
"Me, too", I said.
"Actually, I was wondering if you could take care of him while I'm gone."
"G-gone?"
"Well, for the week I'm just doing some final touches on Elect the Dead. So I'm going to leave early every morning for a few days. Angela works at Bloomingdales in Sherman Oaks. We'll be back every evening, of course, but Bowie's just used to attention and gets pretty touchy when he's lonely. Actually, he's the main reason why I need a personal assistant/ maid. I don't really need anyone to clean that much."
"Yeah", I said. "I was about to say the house isn't dirty or anything. But if you need me to tidy up a little bit I could."
"That'd be nice", he replied. "Well, I'll be in the shower. By the way, Bowie loves the dog treats in the container in the kitchen. They aren't hard to miss. They're shaped like little tea-bones. He knows how to roll over and sit, too."
"Oh, cool", I said. "I'll be sure to give him a few."
"Thanks, Iris. I really appreciate you doing this", he said. I told him he's welcome and he left to go shower. I go downstars and Bowie follows me. I went to the kitchen, and sure enough, there was a container of little dog treats in the shape of tea-bones. I pulled one out and told Bowie, "Sit!" He sat down. I gave him a tea bone. I said, "Roll over!" He rolled over. I was really enjoying myself when suddenly I heard "Space Oddity" playing. I followed the sound and a phone was vibrating on the coffee table. It must be Serj's. I look at the caller I.D.:
MALAKIAN, DARON
Holy shit. I don't answer it because Serj is in the shower and I don't really think he would appreciate it if I picked up the phone for him. 2 minutes later I hear the water in the shower turn off. "Hey, Serj?" I shouted out. "Hey, Iris, what do you need?", Serj shouted back. "Can you come here when you have a minute?" "Hold on a sec"......he comes down the stairs, in, I swear, nothing but a fucking towel around his waist with some water drops still trickling down his abs *drool*. "Yeah?" he said. "Umm...uh..", I stammered. "Um...your ph-phone rang and um...I didn't think I should have picked it up so I waited until you were out of th-the shower and...umm...yeah it was Daron." "Hmmm"...he said as he stroked on the patch on his chin. "I wonder what he needs. Do you think you could call him back and tell him I'll get back to him? I need to get ready." "Ummm, s-sure", I said. "Great, thanks!" he said. He went back up stairs. Dont leave...... I think to myself. My gosh he was fucking hot with his shirt off. He wasn't as hairy as I thought he would be, and he has abs, WOW. I felt my lip and there was actually a little bit of drool. I hope he didn't see it.  I started to dial the number nervously. I mean, it was Daron, and he was pretty cool, too. I didn't know how he was going to react. So the phone kept beeping until I finally heard his voice. "Hello?"
"Hi...um Daron this is Iris, Serj's house caretaker."
"Oh", said Daron. "He has a caretaker now?"
Well, sort of. Basically I'm like his little assistant and dog-watcher and maid. Oh, anyway, yeah he told me to tell you he couldn't answer the phone at first because he was in the shower and, um...he'll get back to you."
"Oh, sure thing. Thanks, ummm..."
"Iris."
"Yeah, Iris. thanks."
"You're welcome, bye"
"Bye."
Hmm...He doesn't seem like that bad of a guy, but, of course, a minute of talking to someone doesn't determine their personality, right?
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Posted: Jan 07, 2008 - 04:34 AM
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It is very interesting to see the same scene but in Serj's view point. I like the part with the two voices in Serj's head
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Posted: Jan 07, 2008 - 05:00 AM
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Yes, thankyou. I have part three in my head, but I just don't know where this story is going to go. I mean it's going to be a long one, but I need a good ending, you know? I don't know...if you have any good ending idea's please pm me lol
The ending won't be for a while though.
You know what? I'll write part three right now so you guys don't have to wait
Serj and Angela were long gone by now. I looked at the clock hanging above the sofa in the family room while I was vacuuming...2:24. Wow...it seemes like it'd only been an hour but it was really 5 hours ago when they left. Time really does fly by when you clean. I'd vacuumed, washed the dishes, did some laundry, cleaned the windows, and played with Bowie. Serj said he's be paying $18 an hour and i was like O_O. I was a little tired at that point, so I went to the bookroom to see if I'd missed anything. Nope, the whole place was sqeaky clean. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something shiny and black. I looked and saw the cleanest, shiniest, blackest, most gorgeous grand piano I'd ever seen in my entire life. Oh, did I tell you I play the piano a little? Yeah, I play by ear, and I write melodies for some of my poems. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to touch it, but, oh, my gosh, it was tempting. I walked over to it. The white keys were perfectly white, and the black perfectly black. Their weren't any smudges. It was almost as if it had never been played, or touched, for that matter. Well, it wouldn't hurt to play it just this once, I thought to myself. I sat down on the piano seat and put my hands over the keys. I hesitated. You see, when I start to play, I sort of get lost in the music, if you know what I mean. I might tune out my surroundings and forget I'm even there. I was afraid that I won't hear Serj and Angela come through the door and then they'd find me playing. What if they got mad? What if they didn't want anyone playing it? What if it really hadn't been played before and was just there for decoration? Or what if the piano was really a radioactive that shocked you when you played it? OH NO!!! AHHHHH!!!! Worrying again. I can't help it. All these thoughts were swimming in my head until I finally decided I would play, but only once. I started to play a melody I'd written. I did get lost, but I didn't seem to care...
Serj's POV
I'm driving home I decide I would call Daron. I start dialing the numbers. After a few beeps I hear, "Hello?"
"Hey, Daron, it's Serj."
"Oh, hey Serj."
"So...you rang? Haha!"
"Oh, yeah, hahaha. Your maid-girl or whatever called and said you were busy."
"Yeah, I told her. She has a name, you know."
"Wait yeah I know I just forgot it...it's something exotic...like Ivy, right?"
"No, Iris, good guees, though. So what did you need?"
"Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted to come over Friday and just chill. I'm having a little party. You can bring a few people if you want. Shavo and John are coming, too."
"Hmmm...well if it's Friday night then it's fine. I'm busy during the day."
"It's at night, don't worry. At 7."
"Sure, that sounds great. I miss you, I haven't seen you in a while."
"Miss, you too, bud."
"Well, i'll see you then?"
"See you then."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye." *click*
A few people people...well, of course Angela, but who else?
voice in head #1: You idiot! Bring Iris, too!
voice in head#2: But what if she's busy?
voice in head#1: She's staying the week with you, you fool! She's not busy! Take her!
All these thoughts were going through my mind. Should I take Iris along, too? I mean, I want to, but what if she doesn't want to go? Then there'd be an awkward pause. I hate those. Anyway, I pulled up to the house. I got out of the car and heard a cool melody that seemed to be coming from the house. I opened the door and followed the sound. It was coming from the bookroom. Of, course, the piano! Wow...it was such a unique melody. It sounded like a mixture of jazz and ballad classical music. It was great. Sure enough, I went into the room and Iris was seated playing the piano. She didn't seem to see me. I walked up towards her. I said, "That's amazing."
She stopped. she jumped back and shreiked. "I'm sorry! I'm so so so sorry! I didn't mean to! It was just a cool piano and I figured you wouldn't mind and-"
"It's ok", I interrupted. "I'm fine whether you play or not. But that was so beautiful...who wrote it?"
"I-I did", she said as her cheeks turned bright red.
"Wow...so, do you play by ear?"
"Yeah."
"That's a great gift you have. I'm surprised it's not a hit song. Well, I mean are there words to it?"
"Yeah, there are, but...well never mind", she said as she stood up.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you!" I exclaimed. "Daron called and said he was having a little get together with all the System guys. He said I could bring along two other people. I was wondering if you wanted to come along? It's on Friday at 7."
"Y-yeah, sure, I'd love that", she said.
"O.K, good. I wasn't sure whether you wanted to go or not. And you know it'd make me happy for you to go. I flashed her a huge smile that made her laugh.
"Awww, thanks. Yeah, sure.." Her cheeks were redder than ever. How cute!
"Cool...You know, you can still play if you want. Do you have any other melodies that you wrote?" I asked her.
"Yeah. Do you want to hear some?"
"Definitely", I replied. So she showed me a long string of melodies that were different and unique in their own ways. Angela found us in the book room and she smiled when I motioned her to
shhhh. She came and listened also. Once she was done Angela raised her eyeborw and said, "that's some pretty good playing there, Iris."
"She plays by ear, isn't that cool?" I said.
"Wow...you're...pretty talented. Did you write these?"
"Yeah, I did", Iris replied
"Well", I said. "I have to get started on dinner. Infact, do you guys just want to order pizza? I don't really feel like cooking tonight." Wow. Did I just fucking say that? I, the health nut, want to order pizza. "Sure", Iris and Angela said in unison. So I ordered the pizza and I surprisingly had 3 slices. I forgot how good pizza tasted.
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Posted: Jan 07, 2008 - 06:59 PM
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| Do you really play piano or is that something you made up for the story? Oh well, it's still good, if I didn't say it too many times. Don't take too long. |
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Posted: Jan 07, 2008 - 09:57 PM
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| I'm lovin' this story!!! lol, sorry not much of a critic, but still can't wait for the next part!!!! |
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Posted: Jan 08, 2008 - 02:10 AM
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^^ Thank you. Yes, I really do play the piano.
ok part 4
Iris's POV
Over the next few days, Serj and I really got to know eachother. Before I was a little shy, but then again I couldn't stop rambling in front of him, but then I realized what a great guy he is. Angela seems to have something against me...I mean, she's sweet, but sometimes it seems like she doesn't like me all that much...she sort of intimidates me. Well, maybe that's because she's Serj's girlfriend, but still, I don't like it when she looks at me...that way. It's kind of like a mixture of a smirk and a glare, and that definitely doesn't make her look too happy with me. Maybe it's because Serj and I have become good friends. We have a lot in common. We both love Borat, we have the same interests, and we're both vegetarians. Not only this, but I really felt connected with him the minute he entered the room. I feel bad that Angela seems not to like me, but it's not like I don anything to her. For instance, on Tuesday we all went out to eat. On the way to the restaurant she made it clear she wanted to sit next to him at the restaurant by dropping hints...like she was saying, "I get soooo cold in restaurants..." It's like, duh, I'm going to let you sit next to your boyfriend. Wednesday we went bowling. Angela had her hands all over him while glancing at me occasionally. It was funny because Serj was jokingly giving me looks like he was hating it...like he mouthed the words help me to me but then he smiled. Then Thursday we went to see a movie. Of course, Angela was kissing Serj, but not full on make-out...at least she has class.
So Friday was here in a flash. I was getting ready in the bathroom putting on makeup and a light spray of perfume. I had on a silk black turtleneck and blue skinny jeans. Serj knocked on the door and I said he could come in. He had on a black button-up shirt with casual jeans. Right as he entered the room, I could smell an insanely good cologne that made me want to rape him right there. "Hey, are you almost ready? We're gonna go in about 3 minutes", he said. "Uh...yeah hold on I'm almost ready:, I replied. "O.K, cool...you look nice", he said. "Thanks, you too", I told him. He turned to leave, but not before flashing one of his famous smiles at me. Just then, a pang of sadness hit me. For 6 years I would jokingly say I was "in love" with Serj, but at that moment, when he smiled at me, I realized that what I said was coming true. I really DID love him. Not only that, but I realized I couldn't be with him. I was only 18...
Oh, crap. I hope they didn't leave without me. I went outside and left with them to the party.
Daron's house was almost 30 minutes away. We finally arrived there, and, of course, it was a gigantic house. We were early, but he answered the door. "Hey, Serj, Angela. Oh, you must be Iris", he said to me.
"Yeah, nice to meet you", I replied. "Cool come on in." Shavo and John hadn't arrived yet, but Daron showed me a tour of the house and introduced me to his girlfriend, Jessica. She was really tall but nice. About 10 minutes later John and Shavo showed up in the same car. They came in and introduced themselves to me. They were cool, but they seemed like giant goofballs. While they were sitting on the couch, Shavo had John in a headlock giving him a noogie. Daron offered us drinks and I told him I wanted water. I wasn't in a drinking kind of mood. Once he came back, Shavo started flirting with me like mad. He had his arm around my waist and was giving me all these compliments. All I could do was laugh because they were cheeseball comments. Like he was saying things like "Are your legs tired, baby? Cause you've been runnin through my mind all day!" He kept doing this until it wasn't really funny anymore, so I got up to go to the kitchen. Great, Shavo likes meI thought.What the hell am I supposed to do? I don't want to hurt his feelings...I mean what if he really is a nice dude? What if he decides to drug me or-
"Is Shavo bothering you?"
I jumped at the sound but saw that Jessica was cooking pasta on the stove. "A little", I replied. "How did you know?"
"Well", she said. "You were looking kind of distressed and I saw a glimpse of him and you with his arm atound your waist."
"Ugh, is he always like this?" I asked her.
"Well, before Daron and I were together Shavo used to flirt with me ALL the time, but you get used to it. What, he's not your type?"
"No not really", I replied. "I kind of like someone else."
"Oh", Jessica said. "Is it anyone in the other room?"
"Well, sort of...I mean yes", I replied, blushing.
"Ahh, say no more. I'm guessing Serj. I mean, you've been eyeing him all night", Jessica said.
"He's just so...I can't really explain it, but there's something about him that drives me crazy", I explained. "He's so understanding, and cute and supernice...he's just perfect. And his girlfriend's nice, too! I don't know what to do." "Well", Jessica replied, "I don't really know what to tell you except wait it out. I mean, Angela gets pushy sometimes, and I saw Serj sneak a few glances at you. You never know...oh, pasta's ready...could you go and tell everyone to come and eat? And by the way, remember what I said."
"Thanks, uh, I will", I replied. Jessica made a good dinner. I sort of picked at it, though. I was sitting right accross from Angela and Serj. They were cuddling and occasionally Angela would feed Serj bites. I felt like crying just watching them. It must have been noticeable because Jessica giving me these wide-eyed looks as if to say I needed to stay strong. Serj mouthed the words to me ,
Are you okay?
I nodded at him but I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Daron gave me directions and I stepped in and closed the door behind me. I started to bawl my eyes out while screaming WHY!!!!! in my head. It just wasn't fair. I loved him more than I ever had in the past, and he probably doesn't love me back. I heard footsteps approching the door. I hear a knock, and finally Serj's voice. "Iris, are you alright?" I regained my composure. "Y-yeah, I'm f-fine, I'm just fixing my hair." "Oh", said Serj, "because it seemed like you were about to cry at the table..."
"Well, I wasn't. I'm telling you I'm fine."
"Alright, alright. But if you ever need to talk, just tell me, ok?"
"Nothing's wrong."
"Ok, ok...I'll leave." He walked down the hallway.
Serj's POV
We're all at the table, eating, laughing, and enjoying ourselves, yet something seems missing. Angela is rubbing my chest, which is fine with me, but feeding me like an animal is where I draw the line. She's giving me bites of pasta, and I'm playing along, but still I find it all completely annoying. Everyone seems to be having fun except Iris. Her eyes are glassy and she's looking up as if to hold back tears. I mouthed the words,
Are you okay? and she nodded. She went to go to the bathroom, but I knew something was wrong. After about 5 minutes, I went to go check on her. Of, course, as I expected, I heard muffled sobs. I knocked on the door to see what was going on. She lied. I tried to get it out of her. She lied again. I left her alone after that, but obviously something wasn't right. She was silent the whole way home. She was silent at home. I told her one of our little inside jokes to cheer her up, but she only giggled a little. "See, I knew I could get a smile out of you!" I said to her in a cutesy voice. "I don't know what you're talking about, Serj", she said. "Nothing's wrong."
I'm in bed. I look over at the clock. 1:16 am, and I still can't get that fucking book off my mind, or what went wrong earlier tonight. I decided I would give into my temptation. I got out of bed wuietly and snuck to Iris's room. Luckily the door was open, so I wouldn't have made noise anyway. She was sound asleep. Good. I grabbed a flashlight from one of the doors in the room and searched in her suitcase. Finally I found it. It wasn't that hard to miss. I picked it up and snuck out. I went to the bathroom to read it (no I was just going there to READ). I started from the beginning. It had her info...
NAME: Iris James
AGE: 18 (Figures, I thought)
Then I realize how I'm invading Iris's privacy. I close the book and quietly put it back where I found it. Sure, I'm still curious, but I hate going behind other people's backs. Maybe I'll just sneak a look another time. I let guilt overcome me, anyway...I'm already guilty now. |
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I emerged in London rain
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