A Twisted Life (sequel to Give Me Life, an O2L fanfic)

Dressed Up In Evening Wear

SAMS POV

After the band thing, I invited Katelynn over. She arrives a few minutes after the call. She walks in an smiles at me.

"Hey Sammy!"

"Hey! So what do ya want to do? I was thinking we could go to the boardwalk or something." I offer.

"Sure! That'd be great!" She says smiling.

Hand in hand, we skate to the walk and buy bracelets.

"Can I stay at your place tonight?" I ask her.

"Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?" She asks.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I say. In reality, I'm really not fine at all.

HAIDENS POV

So Brendon invited the boys over so we could play a few things for them. I gather all the boys except Sam, who I'm guessing is with Katelynn, and we walk over to his place.

I walk them to the basement and see that Brendon is tuning my guitar. Ryan's doing the same to his, and Spencer is getting the mic stands prepared.

The other day, we all four went out to buy things so we can personalize our mics and mic stands. I got little rhinestone thingys to cover my mic and rainbow tape to go on the top of the stand. Brendon got white paint and splattered it and has red tape on the stand. Ryan has purple stripes and yellow tape and Spencer doesn't usually use a mic.

We get everything in place and I look at Ryan. "What song is first?"

"Evening Wear by Mindless Self Indulgence." He replies smirking. "I got them to practice MSI a bit and they're not bad. So here's goes nothing! Oh and I'll do backing vocals for this one, but I think Brendon has the others covered." He adds.

"Alright. Here is Evening Wear by Mindless Self Indulgence, being covered by Nothing Personal, Lights Out." I say as we kick into the song.

'....just call me Mr. Modest, I got it and I flaunt it. You can applaud if you wanna...' I sing, Ryan doing the extras.

"I got myself a fucking life! Dressed up in evening wear! I dress myself in fucking lies, I don't care!" The four of us scream, nearing the end of the song.

We finish the song, and grab a drink before starting the next.

"Now what?" I ask Ryan.

"Fake Your Death by My Chemical Romance." He says, smirking once again.

"I-i don't think I can do this without breaking down, Ryan." I say truthfully.

"Try."

And with that, they start playing the intro.

"I can't. Shit. I'm sorry. I just can't. Not yet." I say.

They nod and we switch to This Is Gospel by Panic! At The Disco.

'IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GOOOOOOOOO!'

SO THATS THAT...IDEK ANYMORE....BUT ITS SOMETHING. THANKS FOR READING? HOPE YOU'RE ENJOYING! LOVE YA!

Don't let the static get ya!

Toxic Fighter signing off,

Until next time, my friends