she's a Milkovich

"tell me about you"

He walks to the kitchen and puts beer in the backpack "what else is in there?" I ask "you will see" he said smirking I rolled my eyes and we left we went to a gas station he pulled out a five "were gonna bye 2 pops and steal shit" he says "ok let's go!" I say we walk in we put 6 beers in his bag put 5 redbulls in our pants and pocketed snacks and paid for the two pops and left we go to a pond and sit down "want some?" He asked pulling out a joint "sure" I said taking a hit "tell me about you" he said "well I'm mindy Milkovich and I live with my brother and sister and drunk worthless exuse for a father" I say he looks at me then down "hey my dad is the same way" he said "old frank Gallagher never would change not even for his kids" Carl said "old Terry Milkovich isn't much better" I say smiling at him sadly "we both got fucked up dads" he says "yes we do" I agreed and we clinked our beers together "what about moms?" He asked "my moms dead" I say putting my head down into my knees he put his hand on my back to comfort me "she died when I was 5 and dad always blamed me because I was the only one home" I confess "sometimes I wonder if it was my fault" I say looking into his eyes "it wasn't" he says and we stare into each others eyes "what about your mom" I say in almost a whisper "she left" he said "she is bipolar she has so many issues she only comes home when she wants something" he tells me "I'm-" I stop myself "you hate pitty don't you" I whisper "ya how did you know?"he asked "I hate it to" I said "I know" he whispers "how?" I asked "I could tell" he says "your good at reading people I guess" I say "sometimes sometimes I don't care but you integed me" he admitted I smiled "so do you still sell drugs?" I asked "a little but not how I used to" he admitted "what about you?" he asked "only when money is tight" I reply he nods we lay down and look at the stars