You Shouldn't Have Done That(A Ben Drowned Fan-fic)

Chapter 1

-Love is a Waste of Time-

Gene's POV:

"Fuck you Micheal!"

Micheal is a guy I'm dating...well was dating. He's a tall brunette with crazy strength and big muscles. His hair stops just below his ears. He's kind of a jock with a skater boy look to him. But don't let his good looks diceive you, he's an asshole.

"Already did that honeybun!"

"Wipe that smug smirk off your face you fucking asshole!"

"Why? I have to admit this is quit amusing."

"You are such a jerk! Why the hell did I say yes?"

"Because I'm charming and all the ladies love me!"

I threw a pillow at his face but he simply dodged it, letting it hit a family photo behind him. The photo clattered to the ground. Shards of glass flew everywhere. Just another mess for me to clean before my parents get home..."great.." I mutter under my breath. Hot tears streamed down my face. "Smooottthhh" Micheal laughed. I growled, "this isn't funny asshole! Just get the fuck out of my house. We're through." He rolled his eyes and walked towards the door. "We aren't through. Like I said, all the ladies love me. You'll come crawling back." I fished around one of the drawers in the kitchen and pulled out a knife. I flung it at him but it missed and lodged into the wall next to him. He chuckled, "getting a little fiesty aren't we."

"I'm never going back to you! Not after what you did now get out!" He shrugged his sholders, "fine but just saying, you'll regret it." As he was walking out, my best friend T was walking in. She closed the door behind her as soon as he walked out. She turned to me just as I slid down the wall, hugging my knees into my chest. "What did that jerk do now?" She sighed. "H-he che-cheated on m-me..." I stuttered inbetween breathes and tears. She pulled a gallon of ice-cream from my fridge and two spoons from the still open drawer. She hoisted me up and brought me and the ice cream into the living room. She set the ice cream and spoons on the coffee table and pulled me into a tight hug. I burried my face into her chest and completely broke down. T is also tall, though not as tall as Micheal. Her black long hair was often tied back into a ponytail. She rubbed my back before pulling me away and brushing my light brown bangs out of my eyes. "Will The Fault in Our Stars and other chickflicks make you feel better?" I sighed and nodded. She smiled warmly and gave me a gentle squeeze on the arm, letting me know she was here for me. I plopped down on the couch and reached for the ice cream. Using my spoon, I took out a large scoop and shoved it in my mouth. I let the sugary sweetness melt on my tongue before taking in another scoop. T joined me on the couch and took a spoonful of her own. After watching about three movies we fell asleep.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked over at a still sleeping T. Then I looked up at the clock. "Ohh..it's seven thirty..." said groggily. Then my eyes widened and I snapped my head back to the clock. "OH SHIT IT'S SEVEN THIRTY!" I screamed, bolting off the couch. T jumped off the couch, "WHAT!? WHAT!? ARE WE LATE FOR SCHOOL!?" Her eyes quickly moved around the room, taking in the surroundings. She looked towards the window, "oh..it's only night time." She yawned and stretched. I heard her back crack and I cringed. "What the hell Gene?" I ran towards the living room closet and pulled out a broom and a dust pan. "Sorry but my parents are going to be home in half an hour and I still have to clean up the broken glass, vacuum, and clean up everything I threw at Micheal in my blind rage." She sighed. "I'll vacuum. You take care of that stuff." I sigh and start sweeping up the broken glass. I dump the remains into the garbage can. I gently pull the knife out of the wall and put it back into the drawer. I went upstairs, to my room and took down a photo of Micheal. I pull the picture out of the frame and replace it with the family photo. I trot down the stairs and place the frame back on the wall and toss the pillow onto the couch. T was putting the vacuum away when she spotted the photo in my hand. She smirked at me "fire?" I smiled, "fire!" I pulled an old cardboard box from the closet and T and I run up the stairs to my bedroom. I toss the photo in the box. T took out the boxers I took from Micheal when we were dating. She left a plaid pair in my dresser drawer because she knows I think they're comfortable. I take a bunch of stuffed animals he gave me and stuffed them in the box. T took the jewlery he gave me and also tossed them in. Last but not least, I removed the school team jacket he wrapped around me at the fall home coming game, from the hook on my wall and placed it over everything else in the box. We walked out into the back yard, towards the fire pit. We dumped all the contents of the box onto the pit. T handed me her lighter and I ignited the flame. We screamed and hollered in delight. We danced around the flame like a bunch of Indians on Thanksgiving. We sang morbid songs and directed them towards Micheal. When the flames died down, we chased eachother inside laughing and having a good time. I was having so much fun, I hadn't realized my parents were home. My mom giggled at our giddiness, "what are you two so happy about? And why were you at the fire pit?" T and I chuckled at each other. "Asshole cheated on Gene and we were burning all the things he gave her." My mom smiled at us, "as long as my little Gene doesn't end up with a guy like that again." My dad chimed in, "why don't you girls get some sleep, it's 10:00 and you have school in the morning." T and I smiled at eachother and I place a kiss on my dad's bald head and hugged my mom. T hugged them both and we skipped up the stairs. I changed into my purple pajama paints and grey t-shirt. I sat on my bed and waited for T to get out of the bathroom. I looked around my room. Everything is green. My rug is green. My wall is green. My curtains are green, my pillows and blankets are green. My dresser is green. My laptop, TV, and my phone are green. Every thing in my room is green! Lets face it, I love green! Even my couch is green...and fuzzy! I love my couch! T walked in and turned out the light she jumped into my bed, next to me. We gossiped and talked about school, T loves school, she loves to learn and she's a freaking genius! Soon after I was out like a light and so was she.