The whole way home. . . The whole fucking way home. . .
"BY DESIGN,I DESPISE." Chris continues his nonstop singing all the way to Scranton. . . Now were in Scranton and close to home but this has been happening THE WHOLE TIME. Kendrick and Ricky are in the back singing too. First we did the album Infamous now, Reincarnate. I admit I sang for a while but now i'm tired. We pulled up to Chris's apartment.
"FINALLY!" I yell, getting out of the car and running inside. I collapse on the couch, Ricky,Kendrick, and Chris following me in. I sit up, and yawn,
"Chris?" I ask.
"Yes?" he asks.
"Can I dye my hair?" I ask. He grins.
"Only if I do it." He says. I roll my eyes.
"Fine. Take me to the stooore." I say, we get in his car. Carry The Torch continues playing, when we pull up to the store. I run into the hair dye isle.
"AHAH!" I yell, finding Manic!Panic! I picked out Electric Lava, showing it to Chris. He nods, and we go to the cashier. She looked at us weirdly. Wonder why-Ohhhhh. Yeah we tend to get stares since Chris is like six foot, covered in tattoos and has like 50 lip piercings, then there's me in mah band merch soo... We go home and Chris starts to dye my hair.
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Adopted by Chris Cerulli?!? *SLOW UPDATES* | *COVER BEING MADE*
FanfictionI'm Ivory Rhiannon. I am twelve years old and I have dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm the 'weird' or 'goth' one at the orphanage. Oh did I not tell you i'm a orphan? Yeah, my 'mom' and 'dad' gave me up. Well, this is my story.
