EMO BAND TEXTS 1 - EMO QUARTET AU

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"Bye, whore!" Brendon shouted as he closed the door behind him. I was in a random conference room, the one that student council uses for their meetings. I only know that because I'm sadly on student council. But hey, they needed an edgy member. I had yet to say something to Ryan, who was leaning against one of the plain white walls, and he had yet to say anything to me. "..Hey," I awkwardly greeted, breaking the stiff silence in the room. "Hey," his voice echoed through the somewhat empty room, except for the table and chairs. I walked over to the table and sat on it, not really knowing why the hell I was here in the first place. "I'm going to guess you're the reason Brendon threw me into this room?" I assumed, looking over to him as he uncrossed his arms, chuckling. "This is going to wreck my ego," he sighed, laughing to himself. He looked to have bright pink cheeks and nervous in his eyes, but I didn't really commentate on that. "What's going to ruin your ego.." I cautiously asked, bringing my right knee up to my chest, resting my chin upon it. "So uh.. I kind of uhh.." Ryan hesitated and stuttered. "Come on Ross, I don't have all day," I sighed, shifting my head slightly to the left to face the taller brunette. "WELL," he loudly sighed, walking forward a step, then back a step over and over again, with his hands behind his back. "IkindofreallylikeyouandImayhavesaidsomefuckingidioticthingstoyouoraboutyoubutlikesoIlikeyou and uhhhhhhh," Ryan sheepishly laughed at the end, stretching the back of his head. I looked up at him in confused, as he looked back down at me with a somewhat blank stare. "Uhh," I chuckled. "I didn't understand a thing you just said," I stated as he let go of his breath. "Oh," He sheepishly said. "Could you maybe.. slow down a bit?" I asked, since I seriously couldn't make out one word, and it seemed to be somewhat important if he was so nervous about it, said it like that.
"So.. I kind of really like you and I may have said some fucking idiotic things to you or about you but like, I like you, and uhhh, well," Ryan rubbed the back of his neck as I sat there, trying to take it all in.
George Ryan Ross the III, likes me. What? I mean, I'd be lying if I said I didn't have any feelings for him, but, I mean, it could be a dare. He is a very good actor.
"Uhh," Ryan broke the silence in the room once again, as I realized I was staring. "Are you like, legitimately serious right now? Do you actually have a crush on me?" I asked, picking my head up, folding my legs in the way kindergarteners would call 'cross cross applesauce'. "Is that bad? I totally understand if-" Ryan started to spiral as I sighed, getting off the table, now standing right in front of Ryan. "I like you too, rat bitch," I somewhat nervously ran my left hand through my hair, looking up at the brunette. "May I ask you if you would to be my girlfriend, then?" Ryan nervously chuckled, as he looked down at his maroon colored converse. "I mean, yeah, my dude," I breathed out the words, immediately cringing at my words. Yeah, my dude? Really?
"Well, we should probably go back to lunch."
"Uhh, yeah."

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May I just say.. I am on student council, and I get to know what we're doing for spirit week, and we're having a meme day, decades day, rainbow day, and one other thing I forget. So, everyone's counting on me to go to 2006 for decades day. Now if you excuse me, I shall now go on amazon and buy fake piercings.
And if you ask, yes, it is because student council needed an edgy member.