I slammed the door,
"Ry, let me i-"
"Get the hell out." I snapped cutting her off. That was the highlight of my day, finally dropping that excuse of a girlfriend. I honestly don't know how I lasted this long with her. Brendon was right, I should've dropped her the day we met. She finally stopped knocking and walked away from the door her loud high heels fading in the distance. I pulled a beer our of the fridge cursing under my breath mocking her innocence, I know she will be back, its happened before.
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RomanceThe last words I said was "Fuck that, I can be in a band if I want." Then I walked out and now we (the band) live our mess of a life eating pizza, drinking beer, singing, and getting laid. Rated: NC-17 (language, sexual content, drinking)
