Tiny Glowing Screens|Daniel.Seavey

Vampire Money- mcr

Guys I really don't know what I'm doing I'm literally 15 plz save me
Also, Bobby brazier as Johnny? Yes lord!!

My luck was hitting me pretty hard and it was such a strange feeling. My mother either knew she would die, or she planned in advance.

She had a house here, it was her parent's house but it was passed down. She had so many things in here that were just left when she moved.

I knew she would've had more than she showed me. I was so mad at myself for not saving more than just her guitar.

But all of the stuff here seemed so much more her than anything I've ever seen. She had so many small things, things she would've had broken the second they were in the house.

This house was untouched, it was all hers. Every last thing. She had home movies. They were dusted over but perfectly organised.

She had such a wonderful life over here. It almost makes me hate the fact that she'd had me.

She would've stayed if she didn't, he would've had to leave. She'd be alive and happy and her life would've been something.

She could've been someone.

Opening the last room, I watched the dust fly from the door. The instruments all sat perfectly still like she'd never used them in her life.

I know that she has, I can see all the stickers she'd taped down. The guitar cases that were broken and taped with stickers she'd collected from concerts and protests.

"I miss you mama." Kissing the tops of my fingers, I press them down on her graduation picture. Leaving the doors open to try and remind myself to collect the dust before it collects me.

Opening the front door, I watched the woman scowl at me, the fear was practically eating me alive. "I'm sorry." Why was I sorry? What didn't do? Where am I going?

Oh god now I have to leave the house or she'll think she's scared me into going back inside.

Closing the door, I checked the lock three times. My shaky hands reaching into my pockets as I walked at a faster pace than usual. "Hello." I said, she didn't say a word.

It only takes five minutes to get to Tyler's bar. He keeps calling it tb but I refuse. It's just so bad and I hate it. "I know I'm not your parent or anything, but I did enroll you at the school. It was pretty easy cause all your records are still here. I didn't know you were born here."

"She had me at the airport. She was very mad about it." Tyler hums. "So I imagine. This is Charlie..." my heart fell from my chest. I could practically feel myself go pale.

"What's wrong? Charlie move. Hey, Paris what's wrong?" Charlie shook his head, almost as if he'd just read my mind. "Ty, don't touch her. Don't- surround her."

"She's pale, Charlie. I'm not leaving her like that." Charlie pulls on his shoulder, Tyler falling back as I sat with my nails in the countertop. "Charlie did you do something? Have you met?"

"We met, yeah." It had taken me about two minutes to understand that a conversation doesn't mean friendship. He looked just as awful as I felt. "Can I talk to you? Out there?"

"I'm not leaving you with her. Not with the way she's just reacted." That's on me for being dramatic really. I brought it on myself. "I'm okay. I'll tell if I need you. Or he'll yell, I'll break his nose or something."

"Stay where I can see you." Two days, I've been here. And somehow Tyler has been more welcoming to me than my entire fucking bloodline. It's ridiculous. "We will."

I stopped near the side, turning around to find Tyler glaring from behind the bar. "He doesn't know you knew." I said. The shameful sigh followed not far behind. "Why?"

"He couldn't have gone. He wouldn't have survived that. Clark would've been heartbroken but he would've gotten through the day. Tyler and Jo were practically inseparable. Best friends since day one. He would've killed himself."

"But he knows now. He seems- okay." Charlie shook his head. Picking at his nails. "He said he sort of felt it. Apparently he knew she'd gone. They spoke a the day before and said they'd talk about it again tomorrow. Apparently she was going to bring you back here."

"That's why everything was packed." I whispered. "She'd gotten a call from one of your dad's men that he was on ket so she freaked and called Ty. That's why I was talking to him, I was trying to stay calm because you didn't need that. Do they know who your dad is?"

"No and they are not finding out. He's not allowed over here. He was banned for trying to sell drugs to boarder patrol. He's gone, I'm done. I'm sorry I freaked out. It wasn't like a- a personal problem. I just forgot people can talk and not be friends. I'm still a little scared."

"You shouldn't be. I've had the cameras scanning for your dad since you got here. He's a wanted man and the prize is not little. Lots of ugly cowboys here that want to pay off their farm bills. Not to mention your mother gave you quite the reputation to uphold. They think highly of you. You're safe. In every way possible."

"I'm still going to be scared." He smiled softly, nodding. "I know. That's okay. I wish you could've had somebody there for you. I wish they hadn't made you plan it all on your own. If you do ever lose trust in everybody. Make sure Tyler isn't included. Not just because he's your mom's friend. He really does care, it's strange because he's not really cared about anybody ever. I guess you just have that Parks effect."

"Are you going to hurt me?" I've never seen somebody start to cry so quickly. "No. Imogene I would rather die. I hate your dad, always have done. I always will. The only reason I didn't beat the shit out of him and leave him dead was because you needed the peaceful send off and he fucked off somewhere else."

"Debdale park." I mumbled. "He's a vile fucking person. Your mom says that karma will get him, but karma is taking her sweet ass fucking time. Anyway. All that's behind us. I do need you to understand that just because you're a girl and you're half my age, it doesn't mean I won't put you in a cell for hurting Tyler. He is a sweet soul and if he ends up hurt, I will throw you away."

"He's safe. I swear it on my- uhm, oh shit. I swear it on my life then, I guess." I could hear the yelling, I just couldn't see it.

"Oh my god!" The next thing I know I'm on the floor with some overgrown tree of a boy piled on me. "This is a bit intimate, like." I said, the boys head shooting up and his eyes wide. "It is not. I'm a catholic boy. A good Christian man."

"The only thing man about you is your fucking sense of destruction." Clark cackled out a laugh, standing above us beside Charlie. "Johnny you really can't be knocking girls over like that."

"I was skating. I couldn't stop it. I would've died." I scoffed, pushing him off me. "As apposed to me dying?"

"What's up with your arm- oh my god! You broke her arm! Johnny you broke her arm! Tyler!" I started laughing, flicking my hand out as the numbness started to spread. "Imogene your arm is broken."

I'd given them all that fake shock that they so desperately needed. "Oh god! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die and my arms gonna fucking fall off! Save me Tyler! How ever will I survive!"

"Cheeky little shit aren't you Parks." Tyler mumbled, throwing me over his shoulder. "I can fix this thing on my own if you just give me the supplies. Super easy and I save so much money."