Misbehave // Alex Gaskarth

Chapter Nine ~ Fun Expiriences

Song: Good Girls Are Bad Girls - Five Seconds of Summer

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Since I only worked Monday to Thursday, I decided to take Myra out to the park on Friday afternoon. She'd been dying to visit the park a few blocks away from our house, but because of my work schedule I could never take her. It felt good to spend time with her again. Since my shift at Infinity ended right before my shift at Melrose started, I never got to spend time with Myra. And when I did come home at two, she'd be asleep already and I'd be too exhausted to wake her up.

As we were getting ready, Joey stopped by. He was dressed in black skinny jeans and a purple v-neck. He asked if he could tag along with us because he didn't want to stay at his house. When I asked him why, he said that him and Arthur were fighting. The drive to the park was spent with Joey talking to Myra about random things. They'd go from talking about Beyonce to movies within seconds. It was honestly entertaining watching Joey hold a full conversation with a seven year old.

"I agree," Joey said when the conversation of Beyonce came up. "Beyonce is our queen. We should elect her or Ellen as our next president for 2016." Of course, Myra agreed on this one hundred percent. Most little kids spent their mornings watching Spongebob or The Power Puff Girls, but Myra would always watch Ellen if it was on. The time when Beyonce appeared on Ellen, Myra almost lost it. She wouldn't let anyone change the channel or move her away from the television while it was on.

The drive lasted about ten minutes before I pulled into the parking lot of the park. It wasn't the same skate park that Jack, Rian and Zack had brought us to the week before. No, this park was much nicer and had more of a 'family friendly' aura that came with it. I helped Myra out of her car seat and as soon as she stepped on the gravel pavement, she sprinted to the toys area.

Joey and I sat down on a green bench in front of the playground. He sighed and leaned back into the chair. "Can I rant to you?" He asked me. I nodded, smiling sympathetically at my friend/boss. Although I didn't know anything about relationships, I did know how good it felt to release your emotions to someone else. I also felt a bit happy that Joey trusted me enough to rant about such a sensitive subject.

Breathing heavily through his nostrils, Joey turned to face me on the bench. "Okay," he started, "so last night, Arthur and I were supposed to celebrate our four year anniversary, but guess what happened? Mr. I'm-Too-Selfish-To-Think-About-Anyone-Else forgot and instead, he went to go get drunk with his friends! When he got home, drunk and high, I was beyond furious with him. We got into a fight and I asked him if he was ever going to marry me. Arthur called me a needy bitch. I slapped him and left." He finished with a sigh.

"I mean, do you think I'm in the wrong here? I know that Arthur doesn't want to settle down until his band takes off, but I'm worried he's starting to grow apart from me. I don't want to lose him, Abella. He's the love of my life- my soul mate and crap. I have never loved a man, nor will I ever love a man the way that I love Arthur Larson. If I lose, I just- I wouldn't know what to do with myself." He buried his head in his hands, quiet sobs broke through him.

Instantly, I inched toward him and pulled him into a tight hug. Joey laughed quietly, his face flushed deep red in clear embarrassment. "Then tell him," I said. My advice wasn't the best, but I was making an attempt to give him some solid suggestions. If I were in his position, I wouldn't know what to do either. It must hurt to see the one you love beginning to grow apart from you, I thought sympathetically.

"W-What do you mean?" He sniffled, rubbing the back of his hand underneath his nose. He sighed, forcing a smile as he regained his posture. A group of women were looking in our direction, but Joey shrugged them off. It bothered me that they were looking at us with judgmental eyes, but I didn't really mind. My eyes flickered to the playground, making sure Myra was still under my view. She was swinging on the swing set, a brunette boy that looked to be around her age swung beside her.