World So Cold

Friends Can Get You Through

Finally, it was the third concert. The time for me to embarrass myself and after that, never show my face again. Ugh. This was going to suck.

I get up and stare into the mirror attached to the door in front of me. My hair was a mess, and I had on for some wierd reason Adam’s shirt on. I dont even remember when I put it on, but it smelled so much like him. Adam’s scent isnt from cologne, it is just him. He had some kind of sweet smell. And I was really addicted to his smell. It was BY FAR my favorite smell. I got up, and saw that I had no pants on, just underwear. But luckily his shirt covered my white thighs. I cringed at myself in the mirror, I have always hated myself, thought I was so ugly.

I grab my hairbrush, and comb out the knots in my hair, and I slipped on a pair of sweatpants.

I climb down the stairs, and Brad comes down, and we both sit down.

“Wow” Brad said, wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

“What”

“Last night I had the craziest dream.”

“Tell me”

“I was at some kind of apartment, and I walked into this room, and there was a dead body hanging from a rope by it’s neck.”

I look at him concerned.

“I looked at it closer and it was you.”

“I noticed that I really do care about you, and, if you ever did kill yourself, I wouldnt know what to do”

I look at him, and he looks at me, and I hug him.

“All of us wouldnt know what to do, especially Adam. He hasnt been this happy since I cant remember.”

I lean back into the couch.

“You have no idea” Brad gets up to grab a bag of chips, and he sits back down.

Adam stumbles downstairs, and looks at me, and he smiles the cutest smile.

“Hey beutiful” He walks over to me, and sits down and wraps an arm around my waist.

“Are you ready for today”

I get tense by just the thought of it.

“To be honest, no.” I look at him and laugh.

“Dont worry, you have the most beutiful voice. They will love you.”

“I dont think so”

“Well its the truth.” He sqeezes me tighter, and he holds my hand. It comforted me, his large hand cuffing over my tiny hands. My hands are too tiny. Ugh.

They are gonna hate me after this concert.

Barry comes downstairs, and Brad flicks a potato chip right into his face, but Barry was so used to it he opens his mouth and catches the chip in mid air, and eats it.

Barry plops down onto the couch, and grabbed his phone and started swiping left and right with his fingers.

“I feel like making maple syrup” Barry says, with his random statements.

“We cant right now.”

“Dammit.” Barry looked back down with his phone and starts swiping through things again.

Brad sat there and played with his lip ring, and flicked a potato chip into Neil’s exausted face, Neil completley ignoring it, he collaspes into the couch and falls back asleep.