It'll turn okay (maybe)

Hanging out with Matt is fun. Mostly, he makes me eat a poptart and we play Xbox the whole time, just talking.
“So who was that kid earlier?” Matt started, while shooting a zombie in the forehead.
“What kid?” I asked, trying to deny the obvious.
“The one that said ‘See ya around’ to you? Who is it?”
“Just some kid in my english class who happens to go to the same coffee shop as me.”
“So why did ya blush. Do you think he’s cute?”
“N-no. I-it’s just that no one talks to me.”
“Alrighty then.” We shot in silence until my phone rang 5 minutes later, right in a heated battle. I rolled my eyes and reached over, seeing who it was.
“Hold up.” I paused the game, getting a annoyed look from Matt. I rolled my eyes back, and answered. “What up?”
“C-can you come home? P-please?” Gee responded, sounding like he’s been crying. Which meant one thing.
“Did he hurt you again?”
“Yea.” He sounded weaker with every word.
“Alright. I’m coming. Be safe till I get back.” And with that, I ended the call. “I have to go. Gee’s in trouble.”
“Okay. See ya tomorrow?”
“See ya tomorrow.”
The walk home was short, yet very windy, making my lip split open again. Damn. I reached the house, throwing my bag down the basement grate, and opened the door.
“And where have you been you emo wanna-be? Hanging out with your weirdo friend? Or were you just alone like the loner emo you are?” My father said, drunkenly.
“Well I clearly wasn’t here, so where do you think?” I retorted back, earning myself a harsh slap.
“DON’T TALK BACK TO ME.” He yelled before pushing me down. “You’re a no good, crazy, emo, lazy, smartass piece of shit. You should’ve died with your mother.” He said with each word a kick anywhere. Eventually, he opened the front door and left, leaving me on the floor. I then heard footsteps charging downstairs.
“Mikey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of called you back. Come on.” He helped me up like Mr. Armstrong did, and carried me up to his room. “Mikes, where does it hurt?” In all honesty, it was just numb. I sat up, and looked at Gee, who had multiple bruises on his face and arms.
“I-I’m fine. You?” I muttered, lifting his shirt to see if there were more bruises, which there were. “Looks like you got the run of it anyway.”
“I guess. But, I saw you after lunch. Thats twice in one day. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I responded, lifting myself from the bed.
“Have you eaten today?”
“I had a poptart at Matt’s.”
“Alright. I’m making mac and cheese later. You’re gonna eat some.”
“Fine, whatever.” I said, walking downstairs, to the basement. I grabbed my bag, and laid on my bed for a little, before opening my laptop and going to facebook. I don’t know why I bother with this site. Yet, I had a friend request. And a message. I opened the person first. ‘Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III’. I didn’t recognize it. Until, I saw the picture. It was the coffee shop kid! I next looked at the message, or 2 to be exact.
‘Hey its Pete from english’
‘and coffee’ I don’t know why this guy was trying so hard. I accepted the friend request and messaged him back.
‘Hi Pete’ I wasn’t expecting a reply for at least 5 minutes, so I jumped up and grabbed my phone, and started playing Green Day. Yet, my laptop buzzed in less than a minute.
‘How r u?’
‘I’m alright. You?’
‘I’m good. I’ve noticed u round school a bit.’
‘Cool’
‘We’re in all the same classes, how have i not seen u before?’
‘I’m invisible’
‘Well wanna hang out tomorrow?’
‘I guess’
‘Awesome! See ya later!’
‘See ya later.’ I never get invited anywhere. This guy was weird. Whatever. I stood up and got to my desk, and started working on Maths. Shortly after, I heard moaning coming from upstairs.
“WILL YOU TWO KEEP IT DOWN!” I shouted up, only to hear the moaning getting louder,
“Gee! Oh.Uh Yea Baby Keep It Up!” I heard shouted loudly, by the one and only Frank Iero. I turned up my music more, and got started with my work.

Notes

3rd chapter! I probably wont post this frequently all the time. Right now, I'm stuck at my grandparents and have nothing to do.
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