Never Mind About The Shape I'm In

Ray drove Mikey and the rest piled into Bob's van.

The car ride was filled with Misfits because we were all just in that mood, but no one said a word.. It went pretty much without incident. I say "pretty much" because Gee forced his way between Bob and I when I tried to ride shotgun.

Mikey was right. He told me Gee got jealous when he liked some one.
He hated when I sat in Bob's lap, so I did that alot.

It'll never happen though; me and Gee.

I'm an ugly hobbit, Gerard's a fucking angel, and Kellin's nothing to sneeze at. He's the lead fucking singer of Sleeping With Sirens!

Sure, Pencey Prep has an album out and sure, we're getting popular, but Kellin's band is really making it.

I don't deserve Gerard. Why should he settle for me? Ha! Me and Gerard!? I'm not even second or third best.

"Hey, Frankie" Gee starts. I love when he calls me that - always have always will- and I loved it when he looked concerned about me and I loved it when he spoke directly to me, giving me full attention, but now it reminds me that I'll never have him. He's Kellin's. "You okay?" It still made me feel like I was worth his time. I know I'm not though...

"Fucking peachy." I huffed

As soon as the car slowed down enough I attempted to hop out, but the car was way too high for someone my size, so Bob got out and helped me once he halted the "rape van" in a space.

"You sure bro?" Bob questioned. He searched my face for any expression. I nodded. At this point Ray and Mikey had pulled up next to us and gotten out of Ray's junker.

"Your'e vibe is off." Ray chimed in

I have a vibe?

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