Pansy
I Beg For a Brand New Life
"You look emo. Everyone is going to be scared to aproach you." Mikey frowned rubbing at my hair. "Mikey, direct quote, "Emo is fake, unicorns are real."
"Touche' " he chuckled.
Today, it was my beloved bestfriend -and brother's- birthday. Because of this, I was forced to go to the strip club with him. Hours of arguing, yelling, screaming, whinning, crying, pouting, 2 outfit changes and a shower later, I was in the car with him arguing over unicorns and looking fucking emo- this, is depressing.
"Unicorns are real, I'm telling you I-" "Mikey!" I enterupted, "We are here, and I am not carrying this conversation into the club with us, okay? I don't even want to be here." Mikey rolled his eyes and began to search for a parking spot in the crowded lot. As we pulled in Mikey looked over at me and grabbed my shoulder, "Gerard, please, get laid." He said as if he were talking about regular shit. "Uhm..okay?" I said feeling my blood rush to my cheeks. "Let's go!" He smiled and hopped out of the horribly parked car. "God damn Mikes how the hell did you get your fucking licence?" He smiled again and waggled his eyebrows. "Uhg, god Mikey too much for me to know. Jesus you get more than anyone I have ever fucking met." He laughed and licked his finger and stuck it on his ass making a sizzling sound. To this, resulting in me rolling my eyes and shoving him. We both giggled and got in ASAP because Mikey knows the owner. This got us a few dirty looks but, saved us about 45 minutes. When we walked in we were bombarded by three things I fucking hate: Loud, horrible music, strippers, and alcohal.
Suddenly, as if to confirm that I disliked this place a booming voice annouced a special show. All to quickly I was realizing how sickeningly familar this place was. Mikey leaned over and whispered something in my ear but I don't if it was the music or my pounding heart, but one of the two kept me from hearing him, and letting him drag me to a table at the very fucking front.
"Ladies and Gentelmen please welcome Mission to the stage." The voice avalanched into the ears of all the eager men here. I felt sick to my stomach, because strutting on the stage was the man from last night. He was wearing a speedo, and a tie. That's it. I fucking knew this time, that my heart had dropped. There he was strutting up to the pole and spinning around and he was hypnotizing. He was mesmerizing. He was- looking straight at me. He was fucking smirking. He reconized me. Shit. Every move he made felt dirrected at my withering body. I couldn't believe my dispicable luck. Looking to the side I saw Micheal fucking Way dry humping some guy on the dance floor to fucking shitty music and leaving me to deal with my problems. What felt like a million hours was only 10 minutes, and it was agonizing. As he left the stage he smiled, teeth and all, and winked.
He fucking winked at me.
I sat there, god-smacked. Some people might have approached me, I was too dazed to notice. I groaned in fucking self pity and put my head down and banged it a couple times, just for good measure. "Hey watch out. Don't want you to knock out your good morals out of your pretty little head" someone said and the table shook a bit. I looked up and nearly cried. There sat the man, -Mission? smirking at me. Fucking smirking. "Hey, listen I am here for my brother's birthday. I know I seem like a fucking hypocrite, but this was just- a vey awkward deja vu. That guy right there, the lanky one with the thick rimed white glasses, that's Mikey," I sighed, "My brother." Mission looked at me and him an back, "You don't have to lie, you two look nothing alike." He frowned. "No I swear. We just don't look alike. I swear, that's my brother." I answered. I looked at him for a second and almost threw up as things began to pop out.
Like a missing nose ring.
And a missing lip ring.
And pretty hazel eyes.
And Itallian, olive skin.
And brown hair.
And beautiful tattoos.
And and that smile.
...And Mission...
"Touche' " he chuckled.
Today, it was my beloved bestfriend -and brother's- birthday. Because of this, I was forced to go to the strip club with him. Hours of arguing, yelling, screaming, whinning, crying, pouting, 2 outfit changes and a shower later, I was in the car with him arguing over unicorns and looking fucking emo- this, is depressing.
"Unicorns are real, I'm telling you I-" "Mikey!" I enterupted, "We are here, and I am not carrying this conversation into the club with us, okay? I don't even want to be here." Mikey rolled his eyes and began to search for a parking spot in the crowded lot. As we pulled in Mikey looked over at me and grabbed my shoulder, "Gerard, please, get laid." He said as if he were talking about regular shit. "Uhm..okay?" I said feeling my blood rush to my cheeks. "Let's go!" He smiled and hopped out of the horribly parked car. "God damn Mikes how the hell did you get your fucking licence?" He smiled again and waggled his eyebrows. "Uhg, god Mikey too much for me to know. Jesus you get more than anyone I have ever fucking met." He laughed and licked his finger and stuck it on his ass making a sizzling sound. To this, resulting in me rolling my eyes and shoving him. We both giggled and got in ASAP because Mikey knows the owner. This got us a few dirty looks but, saved us about 45 minutes. When we walked in we were bombarded by three things I fucking hate: Loud, horrible music, strippers, and alcohal.
Suddenly, as if to confirm that I disliked this place a booming voice annouced a special show. All to quickly I was realizing how sickeningly familar this place was. Mikey leaned over and whispered something in my ear but I don't if it was the music or my pounding heart, but one of the two kept me from hearing him, and letting him drag me to a table at the very fucking front.
"Ladies and Gentelmen please welcome Mission to the stage." The voice avalanched into the ears of all the eager men here. I felt sick to my stomach, because strutting on the stage was the man from last night. He was wearing a speedo, and a tie. That's it. I fucking knew this time, that my heart had dropped. There he was strutting up to the pole and spinning around and he was hypnotizing. He was mesmerizing. He was- looking straight at me. He was fucking smirking. He reconized me. Shit. Every move he made felt dirrected at my withering body. I couldn't believe my dispicable luck. Looking to the side I saw Micheal fucking Way dry humping some guy on the dance floor to fucking shitty music and leaving me to deal with my problems. What felt like a million hours was only 10 minutes, and it was agonizing. As he left the stage he smiled, teeth and all, and winked.
He fucking winked at me.
I sat there, god-smacked. Some people might have approached me, I was too dazed to notice. I groaned in fucking self pity and put my head down and banged it a couple times, just for good measure. "Hey watch out. Don't want you to knock out your good morals out of your pretty little head" someone said and the table shook a bit. I looked up and nearly cried. There sat the man, -Mission? smirking at me. Fucking smirking. "Hey, listen I am here for my brother's birthday. I know I seem like a fucking hypocrite, but this was just- a vey awkward deja vu. That guy right there, the lanky one with the thick rimed white glasses, that's Mikey," I sighed, "My brother." Mission looked at me and him an back, "You don't have to lie, you two look nothing alike." He frowned. "No I swear. We just don't look alike. I swear, that's my brother." I answered. I looked at him for a second and almost threw up as things began to pop out.
Like a missing nose ring.
And a missing lip ring.
And pretty hazel eyes.
And Itallian, olive skin.
And brown hair.
And beautiful tattoos.
And and that smile.
...And Mission...
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8/18/15