part doe

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by luxuriate

by luxuriate

The boy stood in front of me was short. And I mean really short. Prolly like 7' somthin' idk. Anyway, this lil punk had really pale skin. Like he albino or sumthin. He had really dark purple hair. And I mean dark. Like darker than my soul dark. And he was fine af. But like, no homo right? Right. yO. Anyway, he had these ears though. Like these real pointy ones that stuck to the top of his head. And he was just kinda starin at me all weird and stuff like with his big doe eyes and it was kinda creepin me out man like since he had these bright red eyes. And now that I think back to it, I should've been worried 'bout the kid. Who in this freakin day of age (or in age idk I'm 17 but I know nuthin) has red eyes? Red eyes. That's so basic. Man, all my hipster friends would be judging him so bad rn. Good thing I'm not a hipster. It's not like I've been a fan of the Arctic Monkeys since '07 when they first formed. It's not like I heard beyonce before they started playin her rad tunes on the radio. I just have a really good music taste. Anyway, I say to this kid,
"Man, why you starin' at me?" And red eyes just kind of looks at me.
"I'm staring at you? You're staring at me." So's I just kinda blink and look at the kid more.
"You know what? You bought me a Starbucks once so's I think I'm in love with you." Red eyes blinked.
"You're stupid."
"What's your name, hot thang?" Red eyes snorted.
"You're rude. It's Marco." I gawked at him.
"What? Get outta town! My names Jean!" Marco rolled his eyes.
"Figured," he mumbled.
"How old r u?"
"12," Marco mumbled maliciously.
"12? Man, I thought you's atleast 6!"
"I am."
"Nah kid. You 12." Marco blinked.
"Fun fact," he says.
"What."
"I'm part dog."
"What!?"
"I'm not part dog, sorry. I am a dog." So's I do that thing with my throat where I make kind of a 'please' and wait... Oh yea, it's called scoffing. Anyway, yea, okay, so, yea, I scoffed at the kid. And he still looks at me in that one way that makes my hands hurt.
"Holy crap." I say.
"I'm in love with a dog." And then Marco scoffs. MARCO SCOFFS. AND SO'S I ALMOST PUNCH THIS CUTE LIL KID WHO ISNT CUTE BECAUSE THATS GAY AND IM NOT GAY BECAUSE I WEAR LONG SOCKS AND NIKES AND BACKWARDS SNAPBACKS AND hey gurl u got kik?;) Anyway, I ask the kid
"Whatchu gonna b 4 Halloween?"
"What. I thought we were talking about how stupid you were and how I'm a dog."
"Nah man. I can only date someone if I know what they're gonna b 4 Halloween."
"Why does that matter."
"WHATCHU GONNA B 4 HALLOWEEN KID!?" Marco looked around nervously.
"Okay, so I promised my dad I wouldn't tell anyone, but..." He got in real close.
"I'm going to be Tyler Joseph." I blinked.
"What? DUDE THATS SO BAD OMG WHAT WHY WOULD YOU BE HIM." Marco shrugged.
"Hey Jean."
"What."
"Call me Tyler Joseph from now on, okay?" I nodded.
"ONLY IF YOU CALL ME JOSH DUN CUZ THAT WHO IM GONNA BE!!!" And we high fived and I started playing the drums.
"What song is that?" Tyler Joseph asked.
"Lane Boy." I turned to that camera.
"And the music video came out today on July 20, 2015 on the YouTube channel FUELED BY RAMEN AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOVE THOSE GUYS." Tyler Joseph blinked.
"Wait, Josh Dun." I turned to Tyler Joseph.
"What."
"Don't play Lane Boy. Play Addict With a Pen."
"Kid I ain't that emo."
"Really? Then be emo enough to play Fall Out Boy, Andy Hurley."
"NO PROBLEM, PATRICK STUMP."

"If home is where the heart is then we're all just-"
"Don't swear, Patrick."
"Messed up. I can't remember. I can't remember. And I want it so bad I'D SHOOT THE SUNSHINE INTO MY VEINS I can't remember the good old days." And we both laughed and I asked Patrick Stump to marry me and he said no so I went to college all lonely and sad until I met Petey Caymez and Jo Trohwoman and Mandy Hurlie and we formed the band Trip In Girl and we won -78 Grammys and you'll remember me for centuries and I'm so sorry for that song reference I promise it'll never happen again. Don't believe me? Just watch. Sorry we all saw that coming. And I guess I pissed you off again so leave me alone in Leeds again and whoops I did it again and again and again and hey hey yEAAAA sorry sorry I'll just leave. Wait, now that I think about it, I have 200 more words until I have 1000 words so yea lets just get together and cry because all of my kids are dead except for like four of them, but one of 'em's a volleyball player so make of that what you will okay cool cool gr8 yea. Anyway, my right hand's cold. ..... Wait, what was that? You- you want more song references? No, no no no. Stick to the stuff you know. Sorry sorry it's all because of my depresssssssssssssssssssssssssing thoughts. Wait no, that's also a lie. Alright, okay, uh, alright, okay, uh, alright, okay wait one second. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD SETTLE DOWN. BUT WE'LL ALL FLOAT ON OK AND WE'LL ALL FLOAT ON OK. and whatever that one kid with the hair says idk no one can understand what that kid is saying but we'll just go with it. soft spoken with a broken jaw. step outside but not to brawl aND YOO 1013 WORDS IM OUT BYE

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