Story Of A Lonely Girl

Twenty Five

(A/N: if you haven't noticed yet, the fic takes place waaay back in time; like in the 90's when blink-182 started getting big. Anyways, I will often mention bands and other things from the early 2000's to present, as I have already done by mentioning My Chemical Romance in a chapter.)

“We’ve been dating for like a motherfucking month! That's wicked, I never thought I'd have a boyfriend, let alone make him like me for more than an hour”

“What. The. Fuck. That much?! How come you never told me?” Agus said over the phone.

“Dude, you’ve been on that stupid field trip in San Antonio for a whole two weeks,” I said.

“Fine, you win. Oh and hey have you tried eating french fries dipped in ice cream? God, that thing is like motherfucking heaven I swea–“

“Why are we suddenly talking about fries,” I interrupted.

“You like fries,”

“True but I also like Tom, so-”

“You love Tom,” she said.

“Shut up. Now, help me pack my shit up for the tour,”

“All righty then, since we’re talking over the phone and I can’t fucking see what the hell you’re gonna take with you, Lucie, how bout you send me pictures of things you’re gonna pack?” Agus suggested.

*

I spent the whole evening sending photos of unnecessary things to Agus like a lamp, some leftover nachos, or a huge The Cure poster, or that old Polly Pocket set I got for Christmas in '89 (which I swear had grown too many dust bunnies over the years to my liking) to which she replied things like ‘wht the hell is on ur mind’,’ r u on drugs’, or ‘srsly wht drugs r u on????? gimme some of whtevr ur smoknig’.

Yes, 'smoknig'.

Luckily, I finished packing in a couple of hours, and only packed about seven shirts, five jeans, a pair of extra Chucks, my favorite Teletubbies pillow, and a couple of horror movies if we get bored. I don’t even own any type of suitcase or fancy bags since I barely go on vacation, so I just stuffed everything in my backpack how I could; and you can already picture that it was about to explode by the time I zipped it closed.

I waited for mom to come home yesterday to tell her I was leaving for a month, but she hasn’t come home since Wednesday, and hell, it’s already Friday. She won’t be too pissed off when she finds out I left when winter break started, I mean, I won’t miss out much on school.

I wrote a note for her not to worry about me. I doubt she will though. I mean, she shouldn't worry since she’s the one who never comes home, right?

I’m starting to seriously think mom has a new boyfriend from wherever the hell she’s working at, and she was probably getting some when all the time I wasn’t getting any. That's fucking completely unfair. Well, now I have Tom, but whatever.

Anyway I could just live with him if his family doesn’t mind. I know mom won’t mind though. She’d be glad if I were gone: Hi, I’m Sarah Mon! My daughter Lucifer’s gone which means more alone time which means more time to fuck with my new boyfriend!

Well of course mom never said that aloud but I bet your bottom dollar she probably thinks about it.

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I took my headphones off as soon as I hopped off the bus; Hope by Descendents was playing, by the way. I walked all the way to Tom's house and when I finally got there, I saw him sitting on his front porch.