Long Way To Go ⇴ Syndisparklez

Chapter 7: Fangirls and Fanboys!!

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Song- "When I grow Up"- Mayday parade
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!DISCLAIMER¡
-I don't know if Jordan has gone to Insomnia
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(WHERE I LEFT OFF)

"Now, you help me." He said, wiping the dirt on his pants. Alice clung to my arm, her eyes still filled with fear. "Don't be scared, Alice." I whispered to her, pulling her closer. I have to do this guy a favor, I don't even touch knives because dad told me if I ever messed with them, he'll cut off my fingers so I can't believe grab them. Kinda terrifying. "Yeah, sure. Just please make it quick, we have somewhere to be." I said in a nervous tone.

"Yeah yeah yeah, rich people shit. I just need you too... Too go over there and bring that boy to me." He said, pointing a boy with black hair and dark blue eyes that seemed to glow (No not Jordan). The boy looked scared, and he was shoved up against a wall, women and men surrounding him. He must've been 8. "I just need help getting him to me." The guy with the mask pleaded. Alice seemed to not be paying attention at all, she wasn't next to me anymore actually. She was pulling at grass next to a bench.

"Sure."'

"Who are you?!! Tell me!!" I groaned quietly, trying to look around but I couldn't because my eyes were blurry. I could see a figure who appeared to be hovering over something on the ground. I would've just ignored it if I was at my apartment, but I remember that this isn't my usual place. Shooting up and out of bed and clinging to my pillow, I scrambled to the other side of the bed.

"What the fuck are y'doin'?!" I hissed, trying to take in my surroundings. That's when I noticed. My dad was hovering over Jordan, holding onto his collar, shaking him ruthlessly as Jordan was trying to get his grip off. For some reason, my immediate instinct was to throw my floppy pillow at him. Didn't really do anything though. I crawled out of bed and tried to pry him away from Jordan, and when that didn't work, I tried to pull Jordan out of his grip, which was success, only after hearing a loud 'RIP'. His shirt collar got ripped off.

"Chr*st on a bike.. What the heck was that?!" I practically screeched as Jordan tried to regain his composure and he tried to look completely normal. "Doing what any normal parent would do." He said. "Beat the crap out of people?!" Jordan burst out, trying to fix his shirt even though it was obvious it was beyond fixing. He gave Jordan an evil look before casually walking out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Oh wow. Thanks dad. (Sarcasm noted)

"F*ck... Y'okay?" I asked, awkwardly reverting my eyes to the mess that he made. There was sheets, from what I assumed Alice might've lent Jordan, was scattered around the room and covering things, miscellaneous crap was knocked over, and a small faded bit of blood was plastered on a dent in the wall, that wasn't there yesterday. My dad is still a psychopath, why does he get custody of my sister?! "Yeah I'm fine. He's the one who frickin' probably broke two fingers trying to punch me." He replied. So that's where the blood came from.. I helped him up, and he immediately grabbed his backpack and started searching through it. He pulled out another shirt, but it seemed as-if there was an endless amount of shirts in his backpack that were all bunched together. "I thought you lost your luggage." I asked and he laughed.

"I did. I just get things stolen from and ripped off of me normally so--" and then he immediately went quiet. He took off his blazer and his shirt, his red glasses falling off. "Hey Thomas I heard noises and--" Alice's babysitter (Tom refers to his dad's Fiancée as Alice's babysitter) walked in and immediately stopped talking as soon as she saw  what was going on, Jordan was mid-way taking off his shirt and she happened to walk in.

"Uhh-uhh N-NeverM-Mind!!" She rushed out of the room, slamming the door shut. "That was...awkward.." Jordan trailed off as he put on a new shirt and back on his blazer. After that, he put back on his glasses, and it went quiet and we just stared at each other for a minute. It was weird. Really. Really weird. Until Alice busted through the door yelling, "YOU GOTTA COME SEE THIS!" and running out of the room, flailing her arms in the air like noodles.