Three and a half hours later, everyone knew just exactly how tall we were, the color of our eyes, to some of our weird hobbies and phobias, to our fetishes, our favorite foods, who was the best at what, and now we were on the subject of what accidents we've been in and what scars we had.
"So how did you fall down the stairs?" Lindsey asked me.
"Well, it happened when I was seven." I explained, "Me and Aleigh were playing 'Darth Vader vs. Chuck Norris', and we were playing around the stair railing, and Chuck Norris," I motioned to Aleigh, "Decided that it would be a good idea to throw Darth Vader on the ground to finish him off, and that was when I went down…" I said, glancing at Aleigh as she cringed at the memory.
I went on, "Of course, the stairs weren't carpeted, and the edges of the stairs themselves were very sharp. So when I went down, I cut the right side of my head," I lifted my bangs to show the scar, "I cut my back open from my left hipbone to my right shoulder blade in one clean sweep," I said as Aleigh helped me lift my shirt up so the scar was visible, "And I almost broke my left wrist." I finished as Aleigh pulled my shirt down.
"And that is proof that Chuck Norris can kick Darth Vader's ass…" I said.
"Geez…" Frank whispered."
"It's not like I meant to hurt her…" Aleigh mumbled.
"I know you didn't mean to. And I'm not blaming you." I said as I hugged her.
"Any other scars?" Ray asked.
"Ummm, I have one on my right ankle, but I'm not sure how that got there… And I have a very small one on my middle finger from a fuckin' evil staple… But I think that's it…"
"So you're pretty roughed up, huh…" Christa mumbled.
"Yep…" I trailed off.
"Why did you do that to your hair?" Bandit asked me as she sat down in front of me and
started touching my hair out of curiosity.
"'Cause I didn't like my first hair color." I explained to her.
"Why not?" She asked me, now sitting in my lap and looking up at me.
"Because it was too normal." I told her.
"She's just like you, daddy!" She said, turning around to look at her father as he smiled
down at her.
All of a sudden, my stomach growled quite loudly, and I looked down and glared at my
"Hush up, you!" I yelled as Bandit poked my stomach.
"I think it's about time we got some food, yeah?"
"Yeah…" I said, Bandit still poking my stomach.
"Anyone allergic to anything?" Lindsey asked.
"I'm allergic to dust!" Marci yelled.
"No you're not. You're allergic to pollen. And either way, we're talking about food
allergies, not outdoor allergies." I pointed out.
"Oh… NOPE!" She yelled then ran off upstairs.
"I'm a vegetarian." I said.
"YES! I'M NOT ALONE ANYMORE!" Frank yelled, and then ran off much like Marci did.
I laughed. "And as far as I know, no one else is allergic to anything." I said as Bandit
started poking her stomach.
"Pizza Hut okay with you guys?" Gerard asked as he was flipping through the phonebook.
We chorused our replies as Gerard started dialing the phone number.
After everyone had eaten and a couple of people burped a little too loudly(Cough cough Marci cough cough), we gathered back into the living room to get a little more up close and personal with each other.
"Okay… Personal question we could ask?" Gerard asked us.
"I dunno…" Alex said as everyone else started thinking.
"Ummm… How much do you weigh?" Frank asked.
"Well then…" Marci said.
"You hush." I told her.
"I'm a hundred and seven." Alex said.
"A hundred and nine." Aleigh said.
"A hundred and eight pounds. And Miss Drama Queen," He motioned to Marci, "Is a hundred
and twelve." He said as Marci death-glared him.
"I weigh eighty pounds…" I mumbled quietly.
"So, do you guys have a band or anything?" Ray asked us.
"Yeah. We do. It's called Blackdoor 7."
"Blackdoor 7?" Frank asked unbelievingly.
"Don't look at me," Alex laughed, "She came up with it." He said, pointing to me.
"Dude… Seriously?" Frank said, looking at me.
"I honestly don't know where the hell that came from, but it just stuck with me." I said.
"So who plays what?" Mikey finally spoke up.
"Alex sings, Marci's on the drums, Zero's the bassist, Kat's our rhythm guitarist, and I'm
the lead guitarist." Aleigh said.
"Do you have any songs written yet?" Gerard asked.
"One, called Unbreakable."
"Sing it!" Frank yelled, once again bouncing up and down.
"NO!!!" I yelled. "And besides, we don't even have the music part. All we've got are the
lyrics so far." I said.
"Well you should write the music," Frank said, "'Cause I'm sure that it would sound