I'm a Mess and You're a Work of Art

Chapter Eleven - 'Til Death Do Us Party

-Mike's P.O.V-

Last night was amazing. It couldn't have gone better! We danced, kissed, talked and had a blast. Billie and Tré were so cool about it too. They get along with André so that's a huge relief.

I was sitting in my garage with my bass just messing with cords and notes when I heard footsteps. I looked up to see none other than Allison McFisher.....

"Dude, what do you want?" My shoulders slouched and she shrugged as if I didn't hate her and everything was dandy.

"I was just wondering... Are you going to Ricky's party tonight?"

I hesitated but nodded slowly,"Yeah, but I got a date already."

Her cheeks turned a bright pink,"André?"

"Yeah."

"Can I just ask why? She's just too weird... and a total loner."

"Allison, before I fucking blow a fuse again, get out."

"What?" She gave me a confused expression and I got up and pointed out of my garage,"Just go. I don't want to hear your crap anymore and I told you to leave André out of this." It was hard trying to be calm and keep a steady tone with her.

For once she listened,"Alright... bye." 

It left me in a little state of shock. One, how the heck could she even think of coming to my house especially after what happened a few days ago and Two, she actually left right away.

Allison stalks me enough, I don't need her to tell me what to do or who to like. That's my call. I made up my mind a long time ago.

Also, the fact that she still goes on about André being 'weird" or a "loner" is stupid too. I'm not the most normal person either so why should I care if she's a little different?

The loner part too. I came up with an idea that André was so anti-social was because of the way people treated her. People don't bother her now (minus Allison). I guess Billie, Tré and I showed her that she is a likeable person. I just hope she knows that.

-André's P.O.V-

I was picking out what to wear for the party. This may sound stupid but I've never had to dress up for anything except some weddings but I haven't been to one since I was 5 years old.

Mike, Tré and Billie said it was going to be a crazy party so nothing over the top I guess. That also means a skirt is out of the question!

There a sudden knock at the door and I walked down to get it.

"Hey André..." Allison looked at me innocently and I ran a hand through my hair, I could just feel annoyance tugging at my nerves.

"Okay, why are you here, and how the hell do you know where I live?"

"You act like you moved a lot since you first came to this neighborhood." She said with hints of venom.

My gaze narrowed at her. I really didn't want to deal with her,"Get off my property Allison or you'll get that fight you wanted." I started closing the door but she stopped me.

"I know we've had our differences in the past, but I'm just here to set things straight. I'm sorry for everything."

"Oh so now you're sorry? You could've apologized years ago! And ya know what? it's a little late for that." I looked at her coldly. I wasn't buying any of it.

"I'm serious... I'm sorry." She frowned and crossed her arms. Psh, her stupid little kid act isn't going to work on me.

"I can tell you're not serious. People like you never change. You haven't changed since fourth grade so why now? You're still the same total bitch I knew on the playground.: