The Black Converse (A Twilight FanFic) Chapter 1 Part 1

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Uploaded by on Apr 19, 2011

"Bella!" Jane screamed. "Get dressed and get your butt down here! We gotta leave soon!" I groaned and grabbed on to Alec who sat right beside me. "BELLA!"

"Bella, love, we really have to go," Alec said. "We have..." He looked down at his watch. "... thirty minutes."

"What?" I screamed. I jumped from his lap, and scrambled around the room at an inhuman speed, throwing everything into a suitcase. Then, I got dressed in a black shirt that read "I am a bomb technician. If you see me running, try to keep up," dark gray skinny jeans, and black converse. Then, I ran into the bathroom, straightened my hair, and put some black eyeliner with mascara on. "DONE!" I screamed as I ran out of the bathroom. Alec just sat there with an amused expression on his face. "What?"

"Nothing," he said. He got up and pulled my in for a hug. "You're just beautiful when you're flustered." I playfully smacked him, then pulled him down to kiss me.

"BREAK IT UP, LOVEBIRDS. LETS GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!" Jane busted in to the room, and the door nearly came off of it's hinges. Alec sighed, grabbed our bags, then headed for the door. I groaned and followed suit.

"C'mon," Alec said. "You love preforming. What's the matter."

"I just can't help but think that something is going to go wrong," was all I said.

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Our tour bus is quite awesome, that's all I have to say. On the outside, it's black, and in purple letters it says "The Black Converse". On the inside, it has three beds built into the walls. Inside the bunks are little shelves, and a small T.V that came out of the top. Besides the beds (which we really didn't need), were two tables with chairs, an area with amps, drum set, and a microphone, an entertainment center, and up at the front of the bus were five wide chairs with individual T.V's and headphones attached so we couldn't bother anyone.

I smiled as I entered the bus, and put my bags on the first bed. The band had taken a two month break, and I was dying to get back to preforming. I spotted my black, electric guitar, and ran over to it, picking it up and strumming it. The pitch was perfect. I immediately started playing some notes, and new lyrics flowed out of my mouth.

"If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well I guess I'll make my own way
It's a circle
A mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore
Where's your gavel? Your jury?
What's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well sentence me to another life

Don't wanna hear your sad songs


I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
Cause you know we're not the same(no)
We're not the same(no)
Oh we're not the same
Yeah the friends who stuck together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good(hey)
It's good(hey)
It's good

Well you treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir
I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir
I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out

Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

This is the best thing that could've happened
Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war no, it's not a rapture
I'm just a person but you can't take it
The same tricks that, that once fooled me
They won't get you anywhere
I'm not the same kid from your memory
Well now I can fend for myself

Don't wanna hear your sad songs
I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
Cause you know we're not the same(no)
We're not the same(no)
Oh we're not the same
Yeah we used to stick together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good(hey)
It's good(hey)
It's good

Well you treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir
I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger


Well it's nice to meet you sir
I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out

Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

Well you treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir
I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir
I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out"

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  • Hey BlackConverse1509, what title is that song? Or did you just compose it yourself?

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