Manage me, I'm a mess.
Fuck you asshole.
Welcome to the next chapter. MAJOR DRAMA is coming up for the next few chapters, also this was gonna be up like a day or two ago, but the internet was down. Enjoy!
“Hey guys,” I mutter, feeling the ugly head of anxiety creep up behind me, “I’ll be back. I gotta take this.”
“Sure Kobra,” Veronica says, looking concerned, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I say, trying to sound chill, “I’ll be back soon. Tell me what happens with Brock.”
Someone throws back an ‘Okay’, I think it was Ronnie, but I leave before I can respond. I walk out of the Cafeteria, and answer the phone, walking to the football oval, where no one sits.
“Hey Miles,” I say, rather confused, “Is there a reason for why you’re calling? I thought you hated me.”
“Well,” I grits from the other end, “I was going to forgive you, but then you went ahead and didn’t tell me, your friend who you’ve known since you were still in the womb, that you were fucking transferred to stay with your uncle for the next few months.”
“Sorry,” I say, for some reason getting rather cocky, “I thought you hated me. How the fuck was I meant to know that you still were my friend. You made it pretty clear that we weren’t friends.”
“WELL HOW DID YOU EXPECT ME TO REACT?!” He screams at me down the phone, “YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN BULLIED FOR SOMETHING THAT YOUR FATHER DID!”
“Maybe that’s because I don’t parade around, gloating about how famous my father is,” I tell him coldly.
“Well whatever,” I hear him scoff, “At least my dad isn’t a drug addicted, abusive cheater, who feels the need to send his only child away so he can have some privet time with his wife. Ya never know, Kristin could get pregnant, and with a new, better kid, the leave you to rot on the streets. It could happen before you even know it.”
I just stood there, tears burning in the back of my eyes, thanking whatever god was out there, that the football oval was free of people.
“Well then,” I say after a minute, gulping hard, “If I am kicked out, at least I won’t have to deal with a cunt like you for the rest of my life. Goodbye Miles Anthony Iero. Goodbye forever, don’t ever call this number again.”
I hang up the phone before he can respond, and run to the bleachers.
I rush under them, and sink to the floor, tears streaming down my face, soft sobs escaping my mouth. I can’t believe that just happened, but I can’t wallow in sadness forever. I told my friends, my REAL friends, I would be back soon.
I stand up sniffing, and I wipe my eyes. I take a deep breath in, trying to remember what Dr Holt (My therapist) told me. I close my eyes, and think of what an amazing day I have had. I think about first meeting Lisa, the whole ‘husband’ thing. I think about how Ronnie threw a pen at some drunk girl, and it just got caught in her hair. I thought about how stoned Brock is, and how Veronica understands how frustrating my life is. I sigh as I remember that no one bothered to ask about my bruised face, how they didn’t even seem to notice.
I calm down, and feel a soft smile tug at my lips. Everything will be okay, I know it.
I creep out from under the bleachers, and run back into the school. I walk down the hall, and go to the cafeteria. I enter, and am rushed by Brock.
“DID YOU GO LOOKING FOR THE UNICORN?!” He screams, holding onto my shirt collar.
“Yes Brock,” I smile, using the same kiddy voice from earlier, “I went down the hall, out to the football oval. You should go see if it is there.”
“THANK YOU!” He cries, before kissing my lips.
“FUCKING GROSS!” I scream and wipe my mouth, “Thank god that wasn’t my FIRST kiss.”
“I WILL GET YOU BROCK WITH THE COCK!” Saint cries, running over to me, and hugging me, “HE IS MINE!”
We all start laughing again, and we walk back to the table.
“So,” Samantha says, once I am seated, “Who was calling?”
“Just Miles,” I mutter, acting like I didn’t spend 5 minutes crying, “He was being a dickhead as usual.”
“Aww,” Lisa says, “I find it kind cute that the MCR kids are all friends.”
“Well,” I say, leaning back in my chair, “I am friends with Jackson Toro and the Iero twins. Bandit is my cousin, so, and then I just hate Miles now, so yeah.”
“Huh,” Saint shrugs, “The FOB kids all love each other, even though Declan and Ruby go to another school, and Bronx goes to Collage.”
“Oh yeah,” Ronnie chirps in, “He is dating Bandit, isn’t he?’
“WHAT?!” My husband and I scream in unison.
“Are they?” Ronnie asks, cocking his head.
“I dunno,” I say, still shocked about that, “What do you think Saint.”
He remains silent, deep in thought.
“BRANDIT!” He screams, causing us to jump.
“What?” Veronica chokes out.
“Brandit,” He repeats, very proud, “Bandit and Bronx.”
We laugh very loudly.
“I AM HASHTAGING THAT!” I scream, pulling out my phone, turning on my mobile data, and going into twitter.
‘@Bandit_Way and @Bronx_the_Wentz are a couple. Spread the word #Brandit <3.’
I press send, and within a minute, #Brandit has become trending worldwide.
“They’re gonna hate you guys for this you know,” Veronica smirks.
“So,” Saint says, spamming his brother with #Brandit, “Like I care.”
“I wonder what Gerard and Pete are gonna say,” Ronnie laughs.
“They’ll be very proud,” I tell them.
“I FOUND THE UNICORN!” Brock shouts from the doorway.
Yep, this truly is the best day in have ever had in a long time.
“Hey guys,” I mutter, feeling the ugly head of anxiety creep up behind me, “I’ll be back. I gotta take this.”
“Sure Kobra,” Veronica says, looking concerned, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I say, trying to sound chill, “I’ll be back soon. Tell me what happens with Brock.”
Someone throws back an ‘Okay’, I think it was Ronnie, but I leave before I can respond. I walk out of the Cafeteria, and answer the phone, walking to the football oval, where no one sits.
“Hey Miles,” I say, rather confused, “Is there a reason for why you’re calling? I thought you hated me.”
“Well,” I grits from the other end, “I was going to forgive you, but then you went ahead and didn’t tell me, your friend who you’ve known since you were still in the womb, that you were fucking transferred to stay with your uncle for the next few months.”
“Sorry,” I say, for some reason getting rather cocky, “I thought you hated me. How the fuck was I meant to know that you still were my friend. You made it pretty clear that we weren’t friends.”
“WELL HOW DID YOU EXPECT ME TO REACT?!” He screams at me down the phone, “YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN BULLIED FOR SOMETHING THAT YOUR FATHER DID!”
“Maybe that’s because I don’t parade around, gloating about how famous my father is,” I tell him coldly.
“Well whatever,” I hear him scoff, “At least my dad isn’t a drug addicted, abusive cheater, who feels the need to send his only child away so he can have some privet time with his wife. Ya never know, Kristin could get pregnant, and with a new, better kid, the leave you to rot on the streets. It could happen before you even know it.”
I just stood there, tears burning in the back of my eyes, thanking whatever god was out there, that the football oval was free of people.
“Well then,” I say after a minute, gulping hard, “If I am kicked out, at least I won’t have to deal with a cunt like you for the rest of my life. Goodbye Miles Anthony Iero. Goodbye forever, don’t ever call this number again.”
I hang up the phone before he can respond, and run to the bleachers.
I rush under them, and sink to the floor, tears streaming down my face, soft sobs escaping my mouth. I can’t believe that just happened, but I can’t wallow in sadness forever. I told my friends, my REAL friends, I would be back soon.
I stand up sniffing, and I wipe my eyes. I take a deep breath in, trying to remember what Dr Holt (My therapist) told me. I close my eyes, and think of what an amazing day I have had. I think about first meeting Lisa, the whole ‘husband’ thing. I think about how Ronnie threw a pen at some drunk girl, and it just got caught in her hair. I thought about how stoned Brock is, and how Veronica understands how frustrating my life is. I sigh as I remember that no one bothered to ask about my bruised face, how they didn’t even seem to notice.
I calm down, and feel a soft smile tug at my lips. Everything will be okay, I know it.
I creep out from under the bleachers, and run back into the school. I walk down the hall, and go to the cafeteria. I enter, and am rushed by Brock.
“DID YOU GO LOOKING FOR THE UNICORN?!” He screams, holding onto my shirt collar.
“Yes Brock,” I smile, using the same kiddy voice from earlier, “I went down the hall, out to the football oval. You should go see if it is there.”
“THANK YOU!” He cries, before kissing my lips.
“FUCKING GROSS!” I scream and wipe my mouth, “Thank god that wasn’t my FIRST kiss.”
“I WILL GET YOU BROCK WITH THE COCK!” Saint cries, running over to me, and hugging me, “HE IS MINE!”
We all start laughing again, and we walk back to the table.
“So,” Samantha says, once I am seated, “Who was calling?”
“Just Miles,” I mutter, acting like I didn’t spend 5 minutes crying, “He was being a dickhead as usual.”
“Aww,” Lisa says, “I find it kind cute that the MCR kids are all friends.”
“Well,” I say, leaning back in my chair, “I am friends with Jackson Toro and the Iero twins. Bandit is my cousin, so, and then I just hate Miles now, so yeah.”
“Huh,” Saint shrugs, “The FOB kids all love each other, even though Declan and Ruby go to another school, and Bronx goes to Collage.”
“Oh yeah,” Ronnie chirps in, “He is dating Bandit, isn’t he?’
“WHAT?!” My husband and I scream in unison.
“Are they?” Ronnie asks, cocking his head.
“I dunno,” I say, still shocked about that, “What do you think Saint.”
He remains silent, deep in thought.
“BRANDIT!” He screams, causing us to jump.
“What?” Veronica chokes out.
“Brandit,” He repeats, very proud, “Bandit and Bronx.”
We laugh very loudly.
“I AM HASHTAGING THAT!” I scream, pulling out my phone, turning on my mobile data, and going into twitter.
‘@Bandit_Way and @Bronx_the_Wentz are a couple. Spread the word #Brandit <3.’
I press send, and within a minute, #Brandit has become trending worldwide.
“They’re gonna hate you guys for this you know,” Veronica smirks.
“So,” Saint says, spamming his brother with #Brandit, “Like I care.”
“I wonder what Gerard and Pete are gonna say,” Ronnie laughs.
“They’ll be very proud,” I tell them.
“I FOUND THE UNICORN!” Brock shouts from the doorway.
Yep, this truly is the best day in have ever had in a long time.
Ooh this is interesting! Update soon please!
(And about the BFF video, I'm pretty sure it's Miles. I don't know anything for sure but it would make sense if it was.)
10/16/16