The pretender (An All Time Low Story)

Chapter Five

Jesse's POV

When I got over to the table, I handed Zach's friend his drink and asked if we were staying here or leaving, because Nick had given me the rest of the night off. Zach's friend, who told me his name was Alex, suggested me take a walk.

“Hold up one second, I might not see Nick for a while, so I'm just gonna go say goodbye, okay? Meet you outside?” They said that was fine, and while Nick had his back turned, I jumped onto his back. “I'M GONNA MISS YOUUUUUUU!” I yelled in his ear. He yelled ever so slightly, scared mostly. I laughed at him and kissed his cheek. “Bye bye Faggot!” I yelled again.

He yelled “See ya Jesse!” in return, and this all took place before the guys could even make it out the door as they had paused for a moment to see what the yelling was about.

When I bounded up to them, more confident even still because I had just been with Nick, they were practically falling over laughing.

“How the hell did you end up like that?” Zach said to me. I didn't really know what he was asking, so I just gave him a quizzical look. “You are usually all shy, but then you end up yelling 'bye bye Faggot' at the top of your lungs? Where did that come from?” He was still laughing.

“Oh, erm, I don't know. I guess it's because I've known him for so long. I've know him since freshman year of highschool.” They just nodded their heads, still laughing. Once we had settled down at a nice pace, and had caught our breath from laughing, Alex just looked at me. “Yes?” I asked him.

“Welp, are you gonna tell me about the sharpie now?” He said. I had almost forgotten about that. I started laughing at the memory. He gave me a questioning look.

“Okay, so I'm a lot different around my friends.” I started. He just kept looking at me, and so I disolved into the story.

My best friend and I had known each other since freshman year. She had walked into class 20 minutes late, her bag was 3 times bigger than anyone else had, and she had really short guy hair. None of that really caught my attention though, I guess it all added up, but what really got me was she was wearing skinny jeans that were slightly too short and had on a shabby purple flannel. The second I saw her, I knew we'd be best friends. I've been super close to her ever since.

We've developed a thing where we always hang out together every single Thursday night. When we were younger, she used to practically live with me because her parents literally hated her. They told her so a lot of the time, anyway, that's not the point. Once we got a little older, her parent's deemed me a 'bad influence' because of reasons I don't wanna say. They even had her change schools, mostly to get away from me and so, they didn't let her come over anymore. I think that they thought it was more of my house environment that me, because they still let me sleep over there whenever I asked to. Eventually, we just started having me sleep over there every Thursday until Monday, without question. I didn't even have to ask anymore. It was like an extra house. When I moved away, we still hung out someway every Thursday. She would drive up here, I would drive down there, sometimes we'd even just skype each other.

We haven't seen each other in person in over a year. She moved to New Mexico to go to college and I stayed up here. She came back here this week to visit. Because yesterday was Thursday, she came over and we spent the entire time being stupid. We must have had 3 monsters each and a couple Rockstars. We were both really hyper so we got out arts supplies and stuff. We were doing sharpie art on the pants that she was wearing when she started writing on her arm. We started just drawing all over her and during this, we were discussing music. She started talking about this one band that I've never heard of, but apparently she's obsessed with, and got pissy with me for never knowing about them, so she covered me in song lyrics by them. I hadn't even read most of them. She refused to tell me the band, she said I had to figure it out, so that's what I thought I'd be doing when I got home.