Wounded Secrets

I woke up and sat up. I expected to still be back in Uncle Mikey's warm embrace, but after a look around I realized I was in my bunk. I sighed, wishing I had someone still.

I jumped from my bunk and looked around the bus. All the guys were gone - nowhere I could find them anyways. I walked into the kitchen to make coffee. There was a small note stuck to the coffee and it read:

Off to a show. Hope to be back soon. I'm sorry. -Dad, xoxo

I crumpled it up and threw it across the room, no longer in the mood for coffee. I crossed my arms over my chest and stormed into the bathroom and washed myself up. My cheek had a literal welt on it. My hair at the back was pretty red now. I would have just said 'Fuck it' and died it all red to avoid the hassle of trying to get it out, but realized people would think I was copying my father.

After I was finished in the bathroom I left and sat on a couch in the living area. I pulled out my phone, the kids shows no longer holding my attention.

I opened my Twitter, just to see what was trending and stuff and saw the first three things were 'Frerard', 'Gerard's affair', and 'Shippers dreams come true". I had the sudden urge to throw my phone across the room, but resisted and kept scrolling when I came along 'Frandit". I clicked on it, wondering what it was and saw none other then myself and Frank kissing on the Faris wheel. I shut off the app and stuffed my phone back into my pocket, throwing my head back in frustration.

Soon I found myself staring at the ceiling, wishing that all my problems would crawl out of me and through the ceiling. I knew it would never happen, but it was a nice thought. My dad's an ass, the only man I remotely had im antic feelings for was fucking my own father, and now people have pictures of me and Frank. This is the stupidest shit ever.

I must have been staring at that ceiling for a while because the bus door swung open to reveal a sweaty Mikey, Frank and Ray. "How was te show?" I asked hollowly, not really caring.

"Fine." Frank replied. I scowled at him, not wanting him to talk to me, but my uncle and Ray.

He awkwardly looked down before walking into the bathroom. I looked over at Uncle Mikey and smiled weakly. He saw my eyes and that was it.

"What else is wrong now?" He asked, sitting beside me.

"Oh, just everything. Frank and I have a ship name to go with our make out session picture and Dad's affair is trending on Twitter." I replied.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. I looked at my feet. I was wearing socks that said 'Fabulous Friday'. I scowled at them, not agreeing with either of the words presented in the phrase.

Notes

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