Rony's Greatest Gig #Wattys2019 [COMPLETED]

Thurdde Styx

Ok...so yeah, we did go to another party and Jasper doesn't hate me anymore.

But want to hear the weirdest?

Jas and my sister became like best friends. To the point where she is going back to Long Island with Melle to scope if she can consider staying with us instead of those California relatives.

So things are looking really up pretty much.

Currently, I'm sitting in my dorm room with Dev since everyone else went back home.

"That was one sick night, I'm glad things are cool with that girl." Dev laughs.

I smile.

"And I'm glad things are cool with us. Devin, I'm r-r-really sorry about how rough this semester has been on you. Those fake teammates wwwwwwere not cool at all."

Devin shrugs.

"I think my meds have started kicking in more. And with therapy...I'm ok..." He smiles a reassuring smile.

"Sssso when my tv special premieres tonight I have a llllive tv interview. I'm planning what to d-d-do to sabotage the Greenstown soccer team. Do I spread a nasty rumor? Or tell off how awful they are?"

Devin looks at me and shrugs.

"Nothing. Rony, nothing...they aren't worth any air time. They're worthless scum." Devin laughs.

"There we go! Th-there's my man!" I laugh.
"Sssso next semester...with you a free agent and mmmme no longer putting up a crazy gig, what are our plans?"

"Let's just kick ass, Ro...you're going to the most amazing physicist and dentist...and I'm going to become a mental health counselor."

"No way! That's awesome y-y-you're going for that Dev." I exclaim.

He shrugs.

"I'm not a Rony Pollack. I couldn't study physics or anything like that."

"Well I c-couldn't go for mental health counseling! C-c-could you picture me hearing out people's issues without c-cracking a joke about it?"

Literally, count back how many times I made my past traumas into comedy.

Devin cracks a smile.

Knock knock!!

"Dude! Your tv special is on tonight! I told Tyler we need a viewing in the lounge tonight!" Billy exclaims as he enters our room.

"Pppplease don't say a viewing. That sounds like the death of Picky Pug or something." I laugh.

"Sorry! Oy!" Billy laughs.

"So you and T-tyler...you guys official?" I ask.

Billy smiles and nods.

"Yep...Is that...like are we cool? Because I know you guys had some beef."

"What makes you happy mmmmakes me happy." I smile.

No, Tyler doesn't come inside and apologize or anything. And no, it isn't a huge blowout watching the tv premiere that night. Sorry to disappoint, but I can't tie my life story into a bow and end it the way other stories may end where everything falls into place. And part of that is because there was no colossal finale to burying Rony the Brit, because frankly nobody really cared. And as far as me worrying about me struggling through my words? Causing any hurt through words is the real struggle, spoken out or internally to ourselves.

So that's just it...

The tale of how Rony was a Brit for a hot second.