Social Casualty

11

Why is it that he wrote the note instead of telling me?

The song was on repeat until I got so sick of it, I put on a random album. Well. To clarify it was Enema of State. And it specifically was Dysentery Gary. God I make no sense.

I would just sing the first verse to the song. Not even the whole damn thing, just the first four lines. Then I'd shut the fuck up until the last two verses of the song. At that point, I had some how gotten up every time to pace around the room while screaming those lyrics.

Then it would start over and I was back on the bed staring up at the ceiling.

"Got a lotta heart ache
He's a fucking weasel
His issues make my mind ache
Want to make a deal"

"Life just sucks,
I lost the one,
I'm giving up,
She found someone
There's plenty more,
Girls are such a drag"

By now I was already sitting up. I know why he didn't talk to me. Cause he can't express his fucking feelings to me and we argue and it doesn't make sense. None of this doesn't at all make any sense to me and it is. Fuck.

So when the time was right before the last verse started, I sang my heart out. Quiet literally with these lyrics as intense as they are.

"Fuck this place,
I lost the war,
I hate you all,
Your mom's a whore
Where's my dog?
'Cause girls are such a drag!"

The song ended and I fell back onto the comforter. Choosing to turn down the music and let in sunlight to the room. Taking the song off repeat, and letting it play the rest of the album.

Thankfully I was able to hear the knocking on my door as I unlocked it and went back to the bed.

"It's open!" realizing you needed an actual key to open the damn door, I got up once again.

Ashton stood there smiling as I gave him hug and let him in.

"Nice choice in artist right now. This song is so much to take in."

I chuckled darkly as I went back to the bed. I fell on it once again and huffed.

"You'd have no idea."

"Let me guess. . . you've been screaming the lyrics every time this song has come on."

"You know me so well" that was almost too sarcastic of me.

"Well. Since it's almost near the end, let me join you on the yelling,"

Ashton turned around so his back was facing me, and he fell beside me. Ashton giggled as we sang every lyric. When the last verse came on, he turned to face me with his cutesy smile that was too much to resist.

"Fuck this place,
I lost the war,
I hate you all,
Your mom's a whore
Where's my dog?
'Cause girls are such a drag!"

He grabbed my hand and my cheeks turned into a warm cozy feeling.

"Let's go Evans. That way we can avoid traffic." he said. I smiled while grabbing my iPod off the doc and we left hand in hand. Once we got out of the hotel it was the usual. Paps waiting outside. And Ashton holding onto my hand as I swooned. Mentally.

"Where are you two going?"

"Asher have you been sleeping with the boys?!"

"Are you two dating?!"

"Why was Michael so upset during the meet and greet?"

That last one just made me puff in annoyance as I rolled my eyes. Soon enough we were in a cab with the windows tinted, and to ourselves. I cuddled up to Ashton as I looked at our intwined hands.