Crash Queens and Motor Babies

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My love life was a tragic one in all honesty. I was a hopeless romantic (resulting on the tattoos on my hands) . Now, before you comment, I want you to hear how tragic it was. I'll just name my top 3 failures:

Number 1: Jennifer Kozack

Jennifer and I dated when I was 17 and in highschool. This was the first girl that I really fell for. She went to Belleville High and she was really pretty. Blonde hair, green eyes, short, and has a great body. While we were dating (which was for a year) it was amazing. She was sweet and caring the first few months but then she became... Possessive. I basically was cut off from world for 8 months. I didn't mind it much, but after I realized I lost most of my friends, I had to break it off.

Number 2: Danny Silverman

I was 18 (about to turn the next week) and it was my lazy year full of working at a record store for a good amount of money. One day a guy with dark hair, lip, nose, and ear piercing wearing a Misfit shirt walked into the shop. It was a few weeks after Jennifer and it was hard but... This guy was hot. It still kind of sucked not being with her, but it was for the better. Anyway, he came in, looked at me, and smirked. When he came to pay he was obviously flirting with me. I wrote my number on the back of his receipt and he called me the next day. We hooked up two days after my birthday (how I remember this fact is going to stay classified for my sake). Danny was... He was really special to me. Even though he was a punk to everyone, he was the sweetest to me. That is, until I found out he was cheating on me... I was 21 and I wasted around 2 years on him.

Number 3: Brooklyn Taylor

Must I explain this one? Nope...

Well, I believe that 2 year break after Brooklyn was well deserved. A few hook ups, but that was pretty much it. So you can say I'm an idiot searching love, because that's what I am. So when someone brings one of these failures up, it hurts. Just remember that.

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"Dad?" I ask and instead of releasing Gerard's hand, I squeeze it tighter. I could fell Gerard fidget next to me and I rub my thumb against his hand to comfort him.

"Hello, Frank," he says. He stares at me, not moving out of the doorway. Anger fills my body and I glare my father.

"Why are you here?" I spit out.

He frowns at me in disapproval and turns and looks Gerard up and down, ignoring me as he speaks. "That's no way to talk to your father."

I grit my teeth. "Why are you here?" I ask in a irritated tone. He looks back at me and smiles.

"It's your birthday. You're mom thought it would be nice for me to come. I wanted to surprise you, but instead, you surprised me..."

Gerard turns to me and gives me a nervous look and I sigh. I love my mom to death, but sometimes she is so wrong about things. This may have been one of her biggest mistakes.

I look at my dad and take a deep breath. "Well, lets go in."

I walk in, Gerard cautiously walking in behind me, and my dad slams the door closed. I drag Gerard into the kitchen where I see my mom cooking. She turns around and sees me and Gerard, still holding hands. She smiles at us.

"Happy Birthday! Good night?" She asks, cocking her eyebrow knowingly, making Gerard and I blush. I let go of Gerard's hand. I walk over and peck my mom on the cheek then hug her.

"Yes, it was, Ma. Thank you for taking care of Katy," I release her. I look around the kitchen and furrow my eyebrows. "Where's Katy?"

Mom bites her lip. "I think she's in her room. She'll be happy Gerard's here."