A/N: Hey youu :D! My apologies for not updating lately, writers block! And also...i'm in love with someone. That's not good. It always ends up badly..Anyways, here is a new chapter....things are changing in this story *evil laughter*. Listening to Halestorm right now. They're super awesome!!
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1 Week Later...
*Patrice's P.O.V.*
Matt's been outta town visiting some friends of his, Brian has been going to every bar in California to try & get a feel of other places, Jimmy has been occupied by something he won't tell anyone about, Johnny has been occupied with his bar, & Zacky has been over my house everyday. So you can kinda see how life is for me -__-.
"OH PATRICE!" A voice calls from the front door. Great, Zacky's here for his daily visit!
"WHYY ARE YOU HERE EVERYDAY?!" I ask loudly.
"Because I wanna be here..." Zacky says walking into the living room.
"I have to write a song today! So I can't deal with your distractions!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've been thinkin' lately, since you & Matt are friends now & there's no doubt he's probably getting laid right now, what if we were a couple?"
"I'd throw myself off the nearest cliff."
"Oh come on! I'm not that bad!"
"Righhttt.."
Zacky rolls his piercing green eyes dramatically & sighs.
"I'm helping you write that song." Zacky says all of a sudden.
"Okay.." I say confused by his change in topics.
**After the song is finished**
I lay on Zacky's stomach staring at the ceiling.
"Let's go through this song one more time." Zacky says staring me directly in the eyes.
I sit up & say "We've went over it a thousand times already! My throat hurts."
"Take it from an expert babe, practice makes perfect."
"I know. & did you just call me babe?!"
"Sure did," He says smirking a little. "Now sing!"
"Fine." I say rolling my eyes & huffing.
" Suicide Rebel (a/n: I really did write this song :D. The bold words are screamo)
There are so many words I can't say.
There's too many feelings I can't express.
No one understands. Alone in the world.
Why am I on Earth?
What's my real purpose?
You've broken me down. Are you happy now?
Do you get pleasure out of my pain?
I hate you. I wish you would die & rot.
I don;t care how harsh i'm being.
You didn't give a fuck before. Don't dare give a fuck now.
This is the end. Now is the time to go.
It's over & done.
A suicide rebel is what I've become.
