Story Of A Lonely Girl

One

-Tom's point of view-

We got back from the gig and oh boy our audience was fucking rad. The whole concert was a dream. I still cant believe we played in SOMA (a hella rad club in San Diego), this being our second time, now with a bigger fanbase.

Things were getting better; our band was getting bigger and better, I was finally graduating next year, I had plenty of time to skate all day long and forget about everything, and I was soon moving out of house and going to live with Mark, and if Scott ditches his idea of going to college, we'll live with him too. Our lives had so much sense now.

Yeah, I have such bad grades and my family ambient is fucked up but still, I never felt so alive.

*the next day*

I heard a loud and desperate knock on my door, though it was a familiar knock. I opened it to find not only the asshole which I’m best friends with, Mark Hoppus, but also a piece of paper in his hands.

“Duuude!” yelled mark with huge excitement as I swung the door open.

“Hey dude what’s that thing in your hand?” I asked while mark let himself in my house and sat on the sofa.

“Just read it.” he handed me the piece of paper, still with a huge smile on his face. And it wasn’t just a paper, it was a letter. A letter saying we won a contest. Our band, blink, was going to throw a gig in various cities and states. I froze while reading the letter. I read aloud the last words.

“ 'Congratulations blonk'? Mark, WE ARE GOING TO BE BIG. OH MY FUCK. BIGGER THAN BIG. I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS. NO SHIT. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING, PINCH ME ”

“Okay…” mark said obediently.

“No wait don’t pinch me!” I cried out.

“I still cant believe this, Tom! Dude, our fanbase will explode like BIG TIME. Aw can you count all the chicks we’d be bangin’??”

“Haha shut up, you asshole,” I punched Mark on the arm jokingly and continued, “Hey dude, they spelled our band wrong”.

“Eh, it doesn’t matter to me as long as we're in” mark replied.

This couldn’t be true, all good things were happening to me, though the past couple of months were hell. My parents divorced, my girlfriend left me for a douche, my grades were fucking low (though they still are), I got kicked out of school and our band wasn’t at all good or stable. I’m loving this life

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Okay yeah, this is my first ever fic and i know there's not that much dialogue in it cause i suck at that, but just let me know what you think below in the comments and please share ♥

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