To This Day

After about ten minutes of glaring at each other in the middle of the living room, Frank came up from the basement, muttering something about me being a bitch for not helping. He looked pretty shocked considering that we were practically trying to kill each other with stares. "Really is you huh Cupcake?" Oh no it's not me you genius, I'm a fucking transformer disguised as an unappealing teenage girl. "Don't call me 'cupcake' asshole. Okay you may be confused as to why this idiot keeps calling me cupcake -or better yet, how he even knows me- You see, this thing standing merely 30 centimeters away from me is Gerard way. He and I go way back, way, way, way-okay we fucking get it. Anyways, long story short, I met him in kindergarten and that was the day I realized that Satan was real.
Did we get along? Hell no.
Did our parents get along? sadly, that was the worst part about it. School was close to torture back then, so home was my so called 'haven'. Little did I know, our parents used to go to high school and college together blah blah blah. When I came home crying one day with remains of frosting and cake smothered on my face they went in the next day and talked to the boy who did it to me. The boy being Gerard of course. His parents came and instead of giving him a lecture or a scolding they had their own mini reunion, which mainly consisted of squeals and 'oh my gods' while I sat at the back acting like the adult, even though I was barely five.

Thus the reason as to why I am called the dreaded 'cupcake'. It goes to show, even one little accident can effectively ruin your middle school life.

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We sat awkwardly on the sofas, Frank and him on the seat opposing me. He obviously knew that we weren't the best of friends judging by the uncomfortable fidgeting going on over here. The least he could do right now is start up a conversation so it isn't silent forever. But it'd be awkward right? I mean we haven't talked in years, after he left everything got better. What would we say to each other? Did Frank already know, hell I'm sure he knew everything he said that they'd been friends from fifth grade. Oh what if he told him abo- "You look constipated Cupcake," Wow, this guy really knew how to flatter girls. "Not as bad as that time I put nuts in your lunc-"

Not this again, "SHHHHHSHH," Frank looked terrified at my sudden response, while he just had an amused expression, clearly knowing how much I hated what happened that day."WeDoNotSpeakOfTheThing!" Ah the lovely 'thing' yet another embarrassing moment out of the many thousands caused by one seemed to be innocent human, although he was far from 'innocent'. The air around him was highly concentrated with trouble.
"Hey! how was I supposed to know you were allergic to nuts, it was a harmless prank." he said bluntly. It was the tone of his voice that pissed me off even more, what he did was certainly not harmless. "HARMLESS?!? YOU ALMOST FUCKING KILLED ME!" He bit back a grin as he watched me go mad over his idiocy. "Oh come on you're being melodramatic. Like I said, it was just a prank." Okay nope, That was enough for me to get a knife and plunge it through his face. Of course that would land me in jail, so I opted for another thing which was equally as bad.

Before I could even take two steps at him Frank ran over and pushed me back onto the sofa. "Nononnono! Dev don't!" I pushed him off me and sat cross legged on the floor in an attempt to hide the fact that I actually fell off the seat. Huffing my hair out of my face, Frank began to lecture me about how I can't just go all kung fu on people, of course he knew that the only form of exercise I did was the weekly kickboxing classes with the occasion tournaments. However, Gerard didn't know that. And like that saying "what he doesn't know won't hurt him". It would've in this case.

After he finished his little rant about me, we both turned to see the too quiet red head sitting with a mixture of amusement and worry on his face."Dev here, is some black belt bitch in kick boxing that has anger issues" Frank explained, "Hey! we do not use the belt grading system nor do I have anger issues!" I wined like the two year old I really am. He scoffed and mumbled something about getting a drink then left.

Great, just perfect. I'm alone in a room with an urge to stab someone that so happens to be sitting across from me. Oh how I'd love to wipe that lopsided smirk off his face with my foo-"..kick boxing huh?" It didn't sound much like a question at all, more of a statement really. I grunted in response trying to keep my mouth shut for the benefit of both of us. "My, my Cupcake aren't you all grown up. What happened to the extra weight, where'd the shy little Devon go?" he chuckled. Actually now that I think about it. Where did the old Devon go? I, personally don't think I've changed honestly. Besides the 'puppy fat' Lea liked to call it, I haven't changed drastically. That awkward, weird, anti-social, nerd is still within me. Maybe some of it went away with the tons of pounds I lost.

"No, seriously," he sounded actually serious for once. Maybe he changed, i'm just hoping it was for the better. "You used to be a potato sack, but now....you're like a fucking lolipop....A lolipop I'd happily eat ou-"

"LALALALALALA-I-DIDN'T-HEAR-THAT" so much for that change.

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