The Band Boy

The Date

I got home from Mikey's and realized I had a whole hour to get ready. It took me about fifteen of those minutes to shower.

I pulled on some black skinnies with rips puposely placed along the legs, a white sweater that had Bambi's face on it, a black studded belt, and some white vans. With some black eyeliner, and a comb through my hair, I was ready to go. 

Only, I had half an hour to kill. I scanned my walls that were a white color. Except for one wall ; when I got so frustrated with the blank walls, I took a paintbrush and multiple paints and splatter painted it. There weren't alot of dots, just a few here and there. It looked really nice, especially with the rest of the bare walls.

On one blank wall, though, I had hung up my guitars. Three basses, one six-string electric guitar, and one six-string acoustic guitar. It took me everything I had in my piggy bank for all my life to buy those. I spent my summers working at Barnes & Noble to get enough money piled in. Chores for neighbors, birthday money, christmas presents, Grandma's presents. A few twenties might have gone missing from my dad's wallet, but hey, don't point any fingers.

I took down my acoustic guitar and began to strum The Pros And Cons Of Breathing (A/N I know that Fall Out Boy is after MCR, but they're one of my favorite bands, so just pretend, for me?)

" I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself, but you know that I could crush you with my voice..." I sang out loud. That part is my favorite line of the song because it explains how I feel about my father always putting me down, making me believe it.

" I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret. My pen is the barrel of a gun, remind me which side you should be on." Also my favorite line. I played six more songs until a faint doorbell interrupted me.

I ran down to get it before my dad did. I can't imagine how pissed he'd get when he saw Frank standing there. He'd instantly rag on his hair, the piercings, call him a delinquent, and kick him off the porch. Then, he'd yell at me.

" Bye Dad!!" I yelled as I bolted out the door. 

" WAIT!!!" He yelled back before i could close the door. ' dammit, so close.' i whispered under my breath and turned to my dad.

" Where are you going?" He asked.

" Out."

" Out with who?"

" Frank."

" Who's Frank." He spat out his name.

" This is Frank." I stepped aside to reveal a confused Frank.

" Well, Frank, what do you plan to do with my daughter?"

" I plan to take her out on a date." He said confidently, and put an arm around my waist, sensing my anxiety.

" Let's hope that plan works out better than your haircut did." My dad ripped off his hair.

" DAD!" I yelled. Frank was chuckling lightly, but turned slightly red of anger.

" Raine, even you don't deserve to go out with this delinquent." 

" Excuse me? I chose to go out with that delinquent." I mocked his words.

" Well, don't come to me when that lip ring gets stuck between you." He rolled his eyes.

" Excuse me?" Frank stepped up.

" You heard me, faggot." 

" Sir, I sugg-" I cut Frank off. I grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him down towards me ( Well, not that far down, he only has an inch over me) and pressed my lips against his, combing my fingers through the short blonde part. We held that pose for about seven seconds until I let go.