We Aren't So Different, You and Me

I woke up to the sound of Bandit screeching. It was too early for this shit already. I looked at the time on my phone and it was only 11. I was so used to the time in London or Jersey and the time difference really threw me off. I heard some more laughter followed by some deep chuckling and figured Bandit had some friends and their parents over. I pulled on a pair of skeleton leggings and an old Pencey Prep makeshift t-shirt that I made in school and started down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Good morning, kiddo," Gerard laughed at my morning state.
"Hmmmpfff."
"There's a fresh pot of coffee out in the kitchen for you."
"Thank you, Jesus."

I grabbed my coffee and headed back up to my room, but Bandit had other plans. She latched herself on to my hip and giggled up at me.

"Can I help you?"
"Yes," she giggled.
"Well, what do you want?"
"I just wanna be loved."
"Doesn't your dad love you enough?"
"Well now that he's your daddy too, he has to share his love."
I looked over at Gerard and noticed Mikey and a few other people who were staring at me like I was some new species. "Jesus, you told everyone?" I looked over at Gerard and glared.
"Well, yeah. What was I supposed to do?"

I rolled my eyes and tore Bandit off of me. I downed my coffee and put it in the sink, running up to my room to get my cigarettes. I turned around and there was a little boy around 2 or 3 standing in front of me.

"Hi...?"
"I'm Miles."
"Taylor."
"My daddy makes musics."
"Yeah?"
He nodded and clapped his hands, giggling. I laughed at his little quirks and ruffled his hair slightly, helping him down the big stairs slowly.

Frank and his wife smiled at me as soon as I sat down, Bandit climbing in my lap. I smiled back awkwardly, letting Bandit trace my various My Chem tattoos. She started to read out the one on my forearm but kinda struggled.

"I... am... not... a-af--"
"Afraid.."
"Afraid," she giggled, "to.. keep.. on.. li..ving.."
"Very good, B," Gerard smiled.
"What's this one say?" she asked me, tracing the one on my wrists.
"This one says 'Victory' and this one says 'Revenge'."
"Mommy has a lot of tattoos too."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah..."

She slid on the floor and started to play with the twins. After about an hour of that, they got kinda worn out. Bandit looked up at me when they were watching a movie and sighed. Her question kinda alarmed all of us adults in the room.

"Tay?"
"Yeah, Bug?"
"Is my mommy your mommy now?"

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