Deadbeat Holiday., chapter 4
I woke up on the floor of a room that looked strangely like mine...wait, it is my room.
Bam twitched beside me, then rolled over.
"Bam fucking Margera!" I screamed.
"What?! What the fuck do you want?! I'm asleep!" the "Bam" dude barked.
"Um...why are you in my room?" I asked slowly.
"You and me hung out yesterday, you were sad, you called me, I saved your ass, I yelled at the fag Steve-o, and now we're on the floor of your room," he clarified.
"Oh! Now I remember!" I said while hitting my head with my hand.
"Good, can I get sleep now?" he asked.
"Nup," I replied.
"Why not?!" he snapped.
"Because I rock, and you suck," I answered.
"Nah ah!" he argued.
"You wanna go, son?!" I jokingly challenged.
"All the way," he replied.
"There will be no screwing of any daughter tonight!" Tré demanded as he walked into the room.
"Well that's a bit hypocritic, now isn't it, Tré?" I asked smugly.
"Quiet you," he replied. "And get dressed. The guys wanna meet you," he added.
"What...?" I said dumbly.
"You heard me, the sexy men from the sexy band, Green Day, wanna meet you!" he clarified.
"There is no--" I was about to protest, but Tré cut me off.
"Get. The. Fuck. Dressed," he said slowly. "And wear appropriate clothes around Mike. I know you wanna do him!" Tré joked as he left the room.
"Fuuuuuuck!" I whined.
"What?" Bam asked.
"I'm gonna..." I sighed.
"You're gonna what?" he asked again.
"Fuck up," I said.
"You mean be nervous?" he questioned.
"Dammit, Bam! Stop asking questions! Of course I'll be nervous! This band is one of the things that stopped me killing myself! They're one of the reasons I'm still living!" I practically screamed.
"Wow..." he said.
I just hung my head down and didn't bother to look up when I heard a shit load of familiar voices.
*No one's Point of View*
"Is she okay?" Billie asked.
"I don't know, Billie! Just give her some time to wake up!" Tré snapped.
"Someone's moody," Mike stated.
Tré ignored his band mate's comment and rolled his eyes, then focussed on his teenage daughter who was passed out on the floor.
"I say put her on the bed," Bam said.
"It won't make a difference," Mike argued.
"What happened anyway?" Billie questioned.
"She was really nervous about meeting you guys, so after her shower, she was sitting down with me, then she passed out," Bam explained.
"Right...why was she nervous?" Mike asked.
"Well, apparently, you guys have stopped her through music when she was pretty close to suicide...and I'm guessing it was more than once if she was this nervous," Bam said.
"Well...wow...I don't know what to say," Billie said.
"She was even worse when she found out that she was Tré's kid," Bam added.
"What?" Tré asked.
Bam sighed.
"Yesterday, when I picked her up outside, she was really down, and confused, she was down about being lied to for 16 to 17 years about who her father was, and she was confused about Tré being her father," Bam said.
Tré nodded. "But she would have been down about something else, right?" Tré asked.
"Well, yeah. This guy was a total dick-fuck to her, and she's been carrying it as a burden for a good while now," Bam said.
"Oh my god...she wasn't raped...was she?!" Tré asked quietly.
"No, not that I know of," Bam said.
"Then what the fuck happened?!" Tré asked, his voice louder now.
"Alright, she was head over heels for this guy, Steve-o, not from Jackass, her best friend, Steve-o. He leaves with handing her a note saying something like 'times change, and people do too, I'm not blind, I knew you liked me, and you did nothing about it' blah blah blah. And ever since then, he keeps calling her," Bam explained.
"Ouch..." Mike said.
"Damn right, ouch...poor Laura," Billie said.
"It's More...dick-fuck..." Morreh croaked, coughing.
"Oh, thank God," Tré sighed.
*Morreh's Point of View*
I could hear voices of the Green Day kind. One was sort of deep, one was kind of high...and one was just weird...I think that was Billie's. (HA!!)
"Damn right..." the weird voice said. "Poor Laura," it added.
I twitched at the sound of my real name.
"It's Morreh...dick-fuck..." I said, then I coughed.
"Oh, thank God," Tré said.
"You thought I was dead?" I asked.
"No...I...um--"
Mike cut Tré off. "Retard," he said.
"MIKE FUCKING DIRNT!" I yelled.
"That's my name," he said.
"Well no shit!" I said as I poked his chest.
"Ooh...muscley!" I stated, half in awe.
"Um...yeah, why?" he asked.
"There are no shirt less pictures of you on the internet!" I said, then realizing what I had done, clamped a hand over my mouth, turned bright red, then buried myself in Bam's chest. Which was just as muscly.
"Morreh likes Mike. Morreh likes Mike!" Tré sang.
"Oh shut up, will you?!" I snapped.
"Anyways, Mikey boy, explain to me why there are NO half-naked pictures of you on the net!" I said sceptically.
"Because there aren't," he said simply.
"That's no excuse! The pants brigade want pictures of you!" I yelled.
"The pants brigade?" he asked.
"A group of people determined to pull down your pants and get photos," I explained.
"People actually plan to do that?" he asked, somewhat bewildered.
"Well, because you didn't do it for them, they have to take matters into their own hands," I retorted.
"Right..." he said slowly.
"Don't worry, Dirnt," I said as I adjusted myself in Bam's lap and snuggled into his chest.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Tré said protectively. "I don't wanna see any of that," he snapped.
"We're not even kissing," I shot back.
"So? hugging leads to kissing, which leads to fucking!" he said.
"You hug your mum, does that mean you fuck your mum?" I challenged.
He didn't reply, he just pouted.
"Haha! Told!" I proclaimed.
"You know, we could gross out your dad and his friends," Bam cooed in my ear.
"I've only known you for two days," I whispered back.
"So?" he questioned.
"It wouldn't gross out the other two, they watch porn," I said.
"Still, you wanna take up my offer?" he cooed again.
"Hmm...maybe later," I answered.
"Anyways, bitches, as much as I hate to say it, I have school," I said.
"Don't leave me!" Bam whined.
"I might wanna pass year 10, Bam," I replied.
"I didn't!" Billie argued.
"Yeah and look where it left you," I joked.
He pouted, and I ruffled his hair.
"Anyways, if I don't pass year 10, I don't have a fall back career, I'm talentless," I sighed.
"Not true! You have a good body!" Bam said.
"How would you know?" Tré inquired.
"Night swimming," Bam replied.
"SWEET!" Mike said, and high-fived him.
"Goodbye bitches," I said as I left the room for school.
"Stop calling us bitches!" Bam yelled.
I wasn't going to school, I just needed an escape from Green Day and Bam, as stupid as it seems, it's just too overwhelming right now.
I got the bus to somewhere, I don't know where, but it looked pretty run-down, and I don't think that people would look for me here.
I went into the bar, yeah I know I'm a minor, but at a place like this, well, people wouldn't really care.
"Uh, can I get a beer?" I asked shakily.
"Yeah, sure, girl."
*At Morreh's house*
"Liar!" Bam proclaimed.
"She didn't go to school! All her books are here!" he added.
"Ha, she gets it from the best," Tré said half proudly.
"Tré, shouldn't you be at least the least bit worried?" Mike asked.
"No, I trust her," Tré said.
"You barely even know her," Mike shot back.
"That's true. But her mum wouldn't be taken down without a fight, and God knows I wouldn't either," Tré replied.
"That's probably the closest thing to 'wise' I've ever heard you say, well done Tré!" Billie cooed.
"Oh shut up! I just hope she's being responsible."
*With Morreh*
I left the bar after my beer, but I took one for the road, I'm going to get fucking addicted to this shit if I'm not careful.
People were giving me weird looks but I shrugged 'em off. About an hour of wandering later, I reached this kinky love toyshop. There was a smirk on my face, and I walked into the dimly lit room.
"How can I help you, dear?" the lady shopkeeper said.
"Um...can you show me to where the whips and hand-cuffs are?" I asked. Damn good thing I swiped Tré's credit card!
"Yes, certainly, over here," she said, guiding me to a blue wall with the things I requested on it.
I looked at them for a bit, then got a whip, a chain, and some handcuffs.
When I left the store, my phone began to ring.
"Morreh's house of kinky love, open 24-7, how may I help you?" I asked.
"MORREH! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" someone screamed into my phone.
"Um...suburbia!" I answered smartly.
"Very funny. I'm fucking worried about you!" he snapped.
"Awe, aren't you a good father?" I cooed.
"Cut the crap! Where are you?" he demanded.
"You're never gonna find me. I need...it's too overwhelming at the moment," I sighed.
"Look, I'm really, really sorry, but I can't have this conversation over the phone! I'm fucking scared shitless about my little baby girl," he said softly.
"I'm sorry too, I'll be back soon okay?" I said.
"Yeah, okay. And do you have any idea what happened to my credit card?" he asked.
"No...ask Bam!" I said, then hung up.
The ride home was boring, I finished my beer and dumped the bottle on the side-walk without bothering to look back at the shattering glass.
Yeah I probably was on the way to intoxication. But I don't need Tré...or dad, to see me drunk!
I stopped at the 7-11 and got a slushie. It was a cool day, so I don't know why I got one.
There was some punky looking teenagers outside that were looking at me.
"Ramones girl, come here," a guy said, he was indicating to my black (obviously Ramones) t-shirt.
"You rang?" I asked.
"Do you have a name?" he questioned.
"Morreh," I said flatly. "Well, Morreh Cool, tsht, the First," I clarified.
"You got a problem?" he asked.
"No, but you obviously do, you keep asking questions," I spat back.
"Ramones girl has guts," he said as his crowd "oohed" and "ahhed".
"My name is Morreh!" I snarled.
I guess I looked pretty brave, a girl 16 years old, taking on a sort of bulky, yet anorexic teenage male with loads more eyeliner on than My Chemical Romance's front man has.
"Yeah well, my name is Whatshisface, but you don't see me bitching!" he shot back.
"Well I would if I were you, what an unfortunate name!" I snapped.
His face fell in a way, it indicated that he was defeated.
"What do you want, anyway?" I questioned, cutting to the chase.
"You're an outsider, eh?" he asked.
"Well no shit!" I snapped.
"Stay with us," he offered.
"I have a home!" I said.
"Then why the fuck are you all the way out here?" he demanded.
"I needed relief. Look, stop trying to play the hero of the situation. Chances are, I'm never gonna see you again, why bother?" I asked hotly.
"You have a...quality," he said.
"They all have a quality," a boy behind him snapped. He was wearing an Anti-Flag shirt, with sort of tight black pants, ripped and pinned up.
"Who the fuck asked you?" I snapped.
"I'm Tommy," he said.
"I didn't ask you!" I said again.
"Whatever. Don't be sucked in by him!" Tommy said.
"He thinks they have a fucking magical quality to them, they're never any different from the first!" he spat.
"Nice depiction of me you have there, Tommy, do the rest of you think I'm a whore?" I snapped challengingly.
Tommy twitched at my words. "Just let her go, Tommy," Whatshisface said.
Just as Tommy was gonna reply, my phone went off.
"Hello?!" I snapped.
"Where are you?!" Tré demanded.
"I ran into some trouble," I muttered.
"Holy shit! Morreh are you okay?!" he practically screamed.
"No damage has been done," I said. "I just might be a while," I added.
"Just come back soon," he pleaded.
"Yeah sure, see ya," I hung up.
"Who was that?" Whatshisface snapped.
"Why the fuck should you know?" I demanded.
"Because, I'll hurt you," he threatened.
"Ha! You're so fucking weak you pick on girls!" I mocked.
"Shut the fuck up!" he snarled.
"I'm not scared of you," I replied.
"I didn't think you were," he answered.
"Good. Don't take my fucking lightly." This time I was the one threatening.
"Meh, whatever," he said.
"I'm going," I snapped.
And with that, I left to catch the bus.
"Morreh wait!" Tommy yelled as I was getting on the bus.
"The fuck do you want!?" I demanded.
"To give you this." He gave me a piece of paper, kissed me, then ran off.
I sighed. "People these days."
*At the 7-11*
"Did you do it?" Whatshisface asked Tommy.
"Yeah," Tommy replied.
"Good, it's about time you're not such a fucking pussy when it comes to girls," he said smugly.
"Hey, shut the fuck up! Just 'cause I don't have as much confidence as you!" I said angrily.
"Well, ya should," he said.
"It's a good thing she doesn't know about your past, eh?" he added.
"Let's not bring that up again."
*Back at Morreh's house, she just arrived*
"You guys are stupid! I say I'm going to school, yet I have no books, it was mid-day when I left, and I wasn't in my school uniform!" I said.
The four guys cringed to a bright red.
"Now I know why you failed year 10," I said.
"Quiet, you," Billie said.
"Um...MAKE ME!" I yelled.
"Can't be fucked," he replied.
"There's another factor!" I proclaimed.
"MEH!" he replied.
"Bam, where's my credit card?" Tré asked.
"No fucking idea," he replied.
I was smirking, and they didn't even bother to ask me.
"My God, men are stupid," I mumbled.
"YOU!" Tré accused.
"Took ya long enough!" I said.
"What did you buy?" he asked.
I tossed the bag to him.
First he took out the out the hand-cuffs, then the whips, then the chains.
"What were you planning on doing with these?!" he demanded.
"Bam," I said.
"SCORE!" Bam yelled.
"No!" Tré protested.
"Awe..." Bam whined.
"Ha!" Mike said.
"You're not getting any either," Tré added.
"Awe..." he said like Bam.
"Oh shut up the four of you!" I said. "And gimme my kinky shit back!" I added.
Tré reluctantly handed 'em back.
"I'm putting these in my room!" I announced.
"And I'm following!" Bam said.
"PERV!"
Bam twitched beside me, then rolled over.
"Bam fucking Margera!" I screamed.
"What?! What the fuck do you want?! I'm asleep!" the "Bam" dude barked.
"Um...why are you in my room?" I asked slowly.
"You and me hung out yesterday, you were sad, you called me, I saved your ass, I yelled at the fag Steve-o, and now we're on the floor of your room," he clarified.
"Oh! Now I remember!" I said while hitting my head with my hand.
"Good, can I get sleep now?" he asked.
"Nup," I replied.
"Why not?!" he snapped.
"Because I rock, and you suck," I answered.
"Nah ah!" he argued.
"You wanna go, son?!" I jokingly challenged.
"All the way," he replied.
"There will be no screwing of any daughter tonight!" Tré demanded as he walked into the room.
"Well that's a bit hypocritic, now isn't it, Tré?" I asked smugly.
"Quiet you," he replied. "And get dressed. The guys wanna meet you," he added.
"What...?" I said dumbly.
"You heard me, the sexy men from the sexy band, Green Day, wanna meet you!" he clarified.
"There is no--" I was about to protest, but Tré cut me off.
"Get. The. Fuck. Dressed," he said slowly. "And wear appropriate clothes around Mike. I know you wanna do him!" Tré joked as he left the room.
"Fuuuuuuck!" I whined.
"What?" Bam asked.
"I'm gonna..." I sighed.
"You're gonna what?" he asked again.
"Fuck up," I said.
"You mean be nervous?" he questioned.
"Dammit, Bam! Stop asking questions! Of course I'll be nervous! This band is one of the things that stopped me killing myself! They're one of the reasons I'm still living!" I practically screamed.
"Wow..." he said.
I just hung my head down and didn't bother to look up when I heard a shit load of familiar voices.
*No one's Point of View*
"Is she okay?" Billie asked.
"I don't know, Billie! Just give her some time to wake up!" Tré snapped.
"Someone's moody," Mike stated.
Tré ignored his band mate's comment and rolled his eyes, then focussed on his teenage daughter who was passed out on the floor.
"I say put her on the bed," Bam said.
"It won't make a difference," Mike argued.
"What happened anyway?" Billie questioned.
"She was really nervous about meeting you guys, so after her shower, she was sitting down with me, then she passed out," Bam explained.
"Right...why was she nervous?" Mike asked.
"Well, apparently, you guys have stopped her through music when she was pretty close to suicide...and I'm guessing it was more than once if she was this nervous," Bam said.
"Well...wow...I don't know what to say," Billie said.
"She was even worse when she found out that she was Tré's kid," Bam added.
"What?" Tré asked.
Bam sighed.
"Yesterday, when I picked her up outside, she was really down, and confused, she was down about being lied to for 16 to 17 years about who her father was, and she was confused about Tré being her father," Bam said.
Tré nodded. "But she would have been down about something else, right?" Tré asked.
"Well, yeah. This guy was a total dick-fuck to her, and she's been carrying it as a burden for a good while now," Bam said.
"Oh my god...she wasn't raped...was she?!" Tré asked quietly.
"No, not that I know of," Bam said.
"Then what the fuck happened?!" Tré asked, his voice louder now.
"Alright, she was head over heels for this guy, Steve-o, not from Jackass, her best friend, Steve-o. He leaves with handing her a note saying something like 'times change, and people do too, I'm not blind, I knew you liked me, and you did nothing about it' blah blah blah. And ever since then, he keeps calling her," Bam explained.
"Ouch..." Mike said.
"Damn right, ouch...poor Laura," Billie said.
"It's More...dick-fuck..." Morreh croaked, coughing.
"Oh, thank God," Tré sighed.
*Morreh's Point of View*
I could hear voices of the Green Day kind. One was sort of deep, one was kind of high...and one was just weird...I think that was Billie's. (HA!!)
"Damn right..." the weird voice said. "Poor Laura," it added.
I twitched at the sound of my real name.
"It's Morreh...dick-fuck..." I said, then I coughed.
"Oh, thank God," Tré said.
"You thought I was dead?" I asked.
"No...I...um--"
Mike cut Tré off. "Retard," he said.
"MIKE FUCKING DIRNT!" I yelled.
"That's my name," he said.
"Well no shit!" I said as I poked his chest.
"Ooh...muscley!" I stated, half in awe.
"Um...yeah, why?" he asked.
"There are no shirt less pictures of you on the internet!" I said, then realizing what I had done, clamped a hand over my mouth, turned bright red, then buried myself in Bam's chest. Which was just as muscly.
"Morreh likes Mike. Morreh likes Mike!" Tré sang.
"Oh shut up, will you?!" I snapped.
"Anyways, Mikey boy, explain to me why there are NO half-naked pictures of you on the net!" I said sceptically.
"Because there aren't," he said simply.
"That's no excuse! The pants brigade want pictures of you!" I yelled.
"The pants brigade?" he asked.
"A group of people determined to pull down your pants and get photos," I explained.
"People actually plan to do that?" he asked, somewhat bewildered.
"Well, because you didn't do it for them, they have to take matters into their own hands," I retorted.
"Right..." he said slowly.
"Don't worry, Dirnt," I said as I adjusted myself in Bam's lap and snuggled into his chest.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Tré said protectively. "I don't wanna see any of that," he snapped.
"We're not even kissing," I shot back.
"So? hugging leads to kissing, which leads to fucking!" he said.
"You hug your mum, does that mean you fuck your mum?" I challenged.
He didn't reply, he just pouted.
"Haha! Told!" I proclaimed.
"You know, we could gross out your dad and his friends," Bam cooed in my ear.
"I've only known you for two days," I whispered back.
"So?" he questioned.
"It wouldn't gross out the other two, they watch porn," I said.
"Still, you wanna take up my offer?" he cooed again.
"Hmm...maybe later," I answered.
"Anyways, bitches, as much as I hate to say it, I have school," I said.
"Don't leave me!" Bam whined.
"I might wanna pass year 10, Bam," I replied.
"I didn't!" Billie argued.
"Yeah and look where it left you," I joked.
He pouted, and I ruffled his hair.
"Anyways, if I don't pass year 10, I don't have a fall back career, I'm talentless," I sighed.
"Not true! You have a good body!" Bam said.
"How would you know?" Tré inquired.
"Night swimming," Bam replied.
"SWEET!" Mike said, and high-fived him.
"Goodbye bitches," I said as I left the room for school.
"Stop calling us bitches!" Bam yelled.
I wasn't going to school, I just needed an escape from Green Day and Bam, as stupid as it seems, it's just too overwhelming right now.
I got the bus to somewhere, I don't know where, but it looked pretty run-down, and I don't think that people would look for me here.
I went into the bar, yeah I know I'm a minor, but at a place like this, well, people wouldn't really care.
"Uh, can I get a beer?" I asked shakily.
"Yeah, sure, girl."
*At Morreh's house*
"Liar!" Bam proclaimed.
"She didn't go to school! All her books are here!" he added.
"Ha, she gets it from the best," Tré said half proudly.
"Tré, shouldn't you be at least the least bit worried?" Mike asked.
"No, I trust her," Tré said.
"You barely even know her," Mike shot back.
"That's true. But her mum wouldn't be taken down without a fight, and God knows I wouldn't either," Tré replied.
"That's probably the closest thing to 'wise' I've ever heard you say, well done Tré!" Billie cooed.
"Oh shut up! I just hope she's being responsible."
*With Morreh*
I left the bar after my beer, but I took one for the road, I'm going to get fucking addicted to this shit if I'm not careful.
People were giving me weird looks but I shrugged 'em off. About an hour of wandering later, I reached this kinky love toyshop. There was a smirk on my face, and I walked into the dimly lit room.
"How can I help you, dear?" the lady shopkeeper said.
"Um...can you show me to where the whips and hand-cuffs are?" I asked. Damn good thing I swiped Tré's credit card!
"Yes, certainly, over here," she said, guiding me to a blue wall with the things I requested on it.
I looked at them for a bit, then got a whip, a chain, and some handcuffs.
When I left the store, my phone began to ring.
"Morreh's house of kinky love, open 24-7, how may I help you?" I asked.
"MORREH! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" someone screamed into my phone.
"Um...suburbia!" I answered smartly.
"Very funny. I'm fucking worried about you!" he snapped.
"Awe, aren't you a good father?" I cooed.
"Cut the crap! Where are you?" he demanded.
"You're never gonna find me. I need...it's too overwhelming at the moment," I sighed.
"Look, I'm really, really sorry, but I can't have this conversation over the phone! I'm fucking scared shitless about my little baby girl," he said softly.
"I'm sorry too, I'll be back soon okay?" I said.
"Yeah, okay. And do you have any idea what happened to my credit card?" he asked.
"No...ask Bam!" I said, then hung up.
The ride home was boring, I finished my beer and dumped the bottle on the side-walk without bothering to look back at the shattering glass.
Yeah I probably was on the way to intoxication. But I don't need Tré...or dad, to see me drunk!
I stopped at the 7-11 and got a slushie. It was a cool day, so I don't know why I got one.
There was some punky looking teenagers outside that were looking at me.
"Ramones girl, come here," a guy said, he was indicating to my black (obviously Ramones) t-shirt.
"You rang?" I asked.
"Do you have a name?" he questioned.
"Morreh," I said flatly. "Well, Morreh Cool, tsht, the First," I clarified.
"You got a problem?" he asked.
"No, but you obviously do, you keep asking questions," I spat back.
"Ramones girl has guts," he said as his crowd "oohed" and "ahhed".
"My name is Morreh!" I snarled.
I guess I looked pretty brave, a girl 16 years old, taking on a sort of bulky, yet anorexic teenage male with loads more eyeliner on than My Chemical Romance's front man has.
"Yeah well, my name is Whatshisface, but you don't see me bitching!" he shot back.
"Well I would if I were you, what an unfortunate name!" I snapped.
His face fell in a way, it indicated that he was defeated.
"What do you want, anyway?" I questioned, cutting to the chase.
"You're an outsider, eh?" he asked.
"Well no shit!" I snapped.
"Stay with us," he offered.
"I have a home!" I said.
"Then why the fuck are you all the way out here?" he demanded.
"I needed relief. Look, stop trying to play the hero of the situation. Chances are, I'm never gonna see you again, why bother?" I asked hotly.
"You have a...quality," he said.
"They all have a quality," a boy behind him snapped. He was wearing an Anti-Flag shirt, with sort of tight black pants, ripped and pinned up.
"Who the fuck asked you?" I snapped.
"I'm Tommy," he said.
"I didn't ask you!" I said again.
"Whatever. Don't be sucked in by him!" Tommy said.
"He thinks they have a fucking magical quality to them, they're never any different from the first!" he spat.
"Nice depiction of me you have there, Tommy, do the rest of you think I'm a whore?" I snapped challengingly.
Tommy twitched at my words. "Just let her go, Tommy," Whatshisface said.
Just as Tommy was gonna reply, my phone went off.
"Hello?!" I snapped.
"Where are you?!" Tré demanded.
"I ran into some trouble," I muttered.
"Holy shit! Morreh are you okay?!" he practically screamed.
"No damage has been done," I said. "I just might be a while," I added.
"Just come back soon," he pleaded.
"Yeah sure, see ya," I hung up.
"Who was that?" Whatshisface snapped.
"Why the fuck should you know?" I demanded.
"Because, I'll hurt you," he threatened.
"Ha! You're so fucking weak you pick on girls!" I mocked.
"Shut the fuck up!" he snarled.
"I'm not scared of you," I replied.
"I didn't think you were," he answered.
"Good. Don't take my fucking lightly." This time I was the one threatening.
"Meh, whatever," he said.
"I'm going," I snapped.
And with that, I left to catch the bus.
"Morreh wait!" Tommy yelled as I was getting on the bus.
"The fuck do you want!?" I demanded.
"To give you this." He gave me a piece of paper, kissed me, then ran off.
I sighed. "People these days."
*At the 7-11*
"Did you do it?" Whatshisface asked Tommy.
"Yeah," Tommy replied.
"Good, it's about time you're not such a fucking pussy when it comes to girls," he said smugly.
"Hey, shut the fuck up! Just 'cause I don't have as much confidence as you!" I said angrily.
"Well, ya should," he said.
"It's a good thing she doesn't know about your past, eh?" he added.
"Let's not bring that up again."
*Back at Morreh's house, she just arrived*
"You guys are stupid! I say I'm going to school, yet I have no books, it was mid-day when I left, and I wasn't in my school uniform!" I said.
The four guys cringed to a bright red.
"Now I know why you failed year 10," I said.
"Quiet, you," Billie said.
"Um...MAKE ME!" I yelled.
"Can't be fucked," he replied.
"There's another factor!" I proclaimed.
"MEH!" he replied.
"Bam, where's my credit card?" Tré asked.
"No fucking idea," he replied.
I was smirking, and they didn't even bother to ask me.
"My God, men are stupid," I mumbled.
"YOU!" Tré accused.
"Took ya long enough!" I said.
"What did you buy?" he asked.
I tossed the bag to him.
First he took out the out the hand-cuffs, then the whips, then the chains.
"What were you planning on doing with these?!" he demanded.
"Bam," I said.
"SCORE!" Bam yelled.
"No!" Tré protested.
"Awe..." Bam whined.
"Ha!" Mike said.
"You're not getting any either," Tré added.
"Awe..." he said like Bam.
"Oh shut up the four of you!" I said. "And gimme my kinky shit back!" I added.
Tré reluctantly handed 'em back.
"I'm putting these in my room!" I announced.
"And I'm following!" Bam said.
"PERV!"
