prologue pt. 3

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*eight years ago*

"hey fucktruck!!"

Bobbi was whisper-screaming outside Michael's window. He was about to get up but he heard a thud against the side of the house then weird squeaking noises. All of a sudden Bobbi's face appeared on the other side of the glass. Her small hand tapped at the pane and waited for her best friend to let her in.

She fumbled through the narrow opening and managed to knock Michael down while doing so.

"jesus christ, b. there's such a thing as a front door" the young teen was laying on the floor with his eyes closed.

B (as Michael likes to call her,) stood up and made her way to his bed "ah yes there is! but, my dear mikey, it is 11pm on a school night. and the most important school night, I might add!"

His eyebrows raised as he joined her, flopping onto the bed. "is that so?"

She sighed "yes... it is. it's out first day of high school tomorrow" Her arms folded over her face, muffling her words, "and honestly I'm so scared"

"b, no.... don't be! I mean it's ok to be nervous but don't be scared. I'll be with you the whole time"

He saw he peek at him through her arms and he smiled warmly at her.

"promise?"

"I promise, b. I'll always be with you"

She nodded silently and Mikey immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, her arms went around his body in response.

Michaels chin was on top of her head "do you wanna wear a hoodie of mine tomorrow?"

"mike I'm too fat"

He frowned

"no you're not"

"but I'm not that skinny"

"Bobbi Lyne Way, no you are not. you are not a noodle like I am but you're not fat. you're perfectly shaped and gorgeous so shut up if you want one of my hoodies"

{a/n. yes I know I made her last name way it has nothing to do with gerard I just liked how it sounded ok}

Michael then grabbed his headphones and iPod and put an earphone in each of their ears.

Bobbi didn't say another word until she had to go home so her mom wouldn't get mad.

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as you may have noticed all of these have been written in third person but I assure you that was only for the prologue. the rest will be written in various people's p.o.v's. mostly mikes and Bobbi's but yeah

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