Boys Don't Cry ✵ MCR

Mondays

    Monday. I wake up far too early for my liking. A phone call, I wake up to a phone call. I answer. A high pitched voice hits my ears,

    "Hello this is Jamia from Seaside Vinyls, is this the residence of Lindsey Ballato?"

    "Yes."

    "Who is this?"

    "Her roommate, Gerard."

    "Is she available?" I look at Lindsey on her mattress, the best one in the room, lucky bastard. She is sound asleep, they all are. They looks so tranquil as they sleep, despite the simultaneous sweating and shivering alike.

    "No, sorry, can I take a message?"

    "Yes, we won't be seeing Miss. Ballato again, we found some, well some,"

    "Some what?" I'm getting annoyed now.

    "Some...uh"

    "What?" I raise my voice.

    "Drugs, ok, drugs. We don't want her here anymore, we'll send her a final paycheck via mail." I am seething. This means that Lindsey was hiding a secret stash at work, she had the best paying job, she brought home music.

    "You aren't going to call the cops are you?"

    "Oh god no, that would look terrible on our reputation!" I scoff, these people disgust me.

    "She's a good employee-" The girl cuts me off.

    "Well, we've had a few mishaps here and there and um, it's not a hard position to fill."

    "But she-"

    "Thank you for your time!" Then she hangs up. I slam the phone back onto the holder and I scream. I kick the wall with more force than intended. I am so angry, at this rich hipster girl, at Lindsey, at everyone and everything.

    "Lindsey Ballato, wake the hell up!" I shake her until she slaps me in the face.

"What is it you asshole?" She says sleepily.

"Fuck you, Lindsey. I cannot believe would do this to us! A secret stash of heroin, at work? You thought I was the one to scam you? Ha! I trusted you Lindsey!" She doesn't even look ashamed. Frank and Mikey are both sitting up at this point.

"Gee, what the Hell?" Frank begins.

"Not now Frank." Lindsey snaps. "Gee, you don't get it, I can't go as long without it as you guys, I-"

"Don't pull that with me Linds, you lost your damn job!"

"What?" She yells. There is so much rage. I want to punch someone in fact I want to punch her but if I do, she'll start a fight and she'll inevitably win I remember three months ago when Frank spent our saved money to get another tattoo, the two of them had a brawl and ended up smashing two holes in the wall and each one of them respectively breaking 4 or so fingers. Frank couldn't walk properly for a week because of something she did to his left leg. Lindsey doesn't play around when it comes to fighting.

"No! I need that job to keep the place! I'm an idiot.

"Yup, a motherfucking idiot!" While I'm screaming, the other boys look at the floor. Mikey begins to yell now.

"Stop bickering about it and do something! Look at the damn clock, it's five in the morning, I'm going back to bed."
Frank laughs with a solemn and toxic undertone.

"Deal with this later."

"Lindsey, I'm sorry, I just can't believe you would do that, I'm disappointed."

"Sorry, Gee, I'm so sorry."

"I know you are. I'm still pissed at you though, don't think for a second I'm not."

"That's understandable. I still love you."

There's a lot of pain in her voice and a level of question.

"I love you too."

I go back to sleep nearly immediately with fury in my breath.