What Makes You So Angry? (MCR)

Chapter 15: Coffee

When I was a road away from Marcus' apartment a car pulled up beside me.

"Hey Rose," a familiar voice calls out to me.

"Bob?" I ask, turning to face him.

"Yeah," he nods, "I know you hate people in general but I was wondering if your wanted to go get some coffee?"

"No." I say as an immediate reaction, "actually, yeah okay."

"Okay um," he looks surprised, "jump in."

I get in his car and we sit in an awkward silence for the drive to Starbucks. When we get there I bring my shopping bag with me and we enter the coffeeshop. I refuse his offer to pay for mine and I order a grande mocha cookie crumble. I pay the barrister and lead against the wall to wait for my order. Bob orders a strawberry frappachino and a chocolate cakepop before standing next to me.

"You a chocolate kind of girl then huh?" He grins and I just roll my eyes. I pull out my iPod and connect to the Starbucks wifi, I open my Instagram app and accept the follower request from Ruby whose username is 'AllTimeRuby'. I follow her back and look through her feed. I like a couple of her pictures that are mostly of bands but every so often there's an edit or a selfie. She had blue hair at one stage, I want to dye my hair, I hate my blond hair. It's so boring and bimbo-ish. As soon as the bald patch grows to a reasonable length I might get layers put in and dye it.

My name is then called and I walk up to the counter to collect it. Bob's order is ready not long after mine and we sit at a secluded table in the corner together.

"So," he begins, "what music do you like."

"Probably nothing you've heard of," I tell him, "it's not the chart shit you probably listen to."

"God no I hate the chart stuff," he grimaces, "I'm into The Beatles, Metallica and Green Day."

"Wow," I say, honestly surprised, "I didn't expect that."

"Yeah well not many people do," he laughs.

I hand him my iPod that is open on the music app, "take a look through my music, see if there's anything you listen to." He nods and begins to scroll through my music.

"Pierce The Veil are good, I've listened to a couple of their songs, oh you like Green Day too, and Black Veil Brides and Fall Out Boy," he says as he looks, "you even have a couple of Smashing Pumpkins songs. You know, Gerard and Mikey love them."

"You guys have good tastes in music I'll give you that," I note, before taking a drink of my coffee.

"You feel okay after Monday?" He asks, "I hate to bring it up but you know."

"I'm fine," I scowl, "I just want my hair to grow back."

We continue conversation for a while, me getting pissed off with him every now and then. Finally, half an hour later we have both finished our coffees and Bob, his cakepop.

"What do you wanna do now?" Bob asks me.

"I don't know," I shrug, "I don't particularly want to go home I suppose I'll just wonder around for a while."

"You can come to my band practice if you want," he offers.

"No I'm alright," I say standing up.

"Okay well maybe another time," he smiles, standing up also.

"Yeah, no promises," I tell him, I put my cup in the bin and leave after giving him a brief wave.

Another two hours later I find myself outside Marcus' apartment. I sigh and decide to go in, there's not much more I can do outside. I push open the door and see the empty front room. I quietly close the door and walk to my room. When I get there I shut my door and chuck my bags on my bed along with myself. I pull my laptop out and sign into twitter. Nothing much is happening except tonnes of chat about Summer In The City in Hyde Park that's happening in two weeks. I switch to tumblr and scroll through my feed, reblogging a few posts before I slam shut my laptop. I groan and lean back on my bed.

I look around and only now do I notice how bare and boring my room is. I stand up and pull my posters out of my bag. I stick them up on my wall in a straight line in the top right corner of my room. I take my Kerrang! magazines out of their box and dump them on the floor. I don't know how long I spend looking through my magazines, pulling out posters I want and rereading articles in it. At the end I've accumulated around seventy posters from Kerrang!. I then spend a large amount of time sticking them all over my walls, and some on the ceiling once I ran out of wall space. My OCD side shines through and I had to make sure that each poster is straight and in line with the rest.

Once I've finished, I put the magazines away, and slump onto my bed, iPod in hand. I open up Instagram and I scroll through, liking and commenting on pictures until I fall asleep. Luckily I didn't drop my phone on my face when I entered my dreamful slumber.