It's been exactly 6 years since MCR broke up, so, yeah, listen to this fucking jam
I went to a Twenty One Pilots show last Sunday and it was just awesome <33
When I got home, my brother raised an eyebrow at me. My eye had just gotten worse and worse. I tried covering it up with my hand and by lowering my head. But he grabbed my shoulder before I could run upstairs and dragged me back.
"What the actual-"
"Look..."
"WHO DID THAT? I'LL BREAK EVERY BONE IN..."
"I got it covered, trust me..."
"WHO WAS THE PIECE OF SHIT?"
"Just some bitch, trust me, it looks worse than what it really is..."
It really didn't, but I didn't want my brother to worry and ask me every single thing he could possibly think of.
"Well, what did you do back?"
"I... Er... Well... I cried using my inside voice..."
I honestly never saw anybody look that disappointed in their entire lives.
"What...? Allison, you should've knocked the bitch out!"
"Well, I'm sorry..."
"What the fuck, Allison! You didn't even punch her back?"
"No..."
"Not even a slap to the face?"
"No..."
"ALLISON, COME ON. DID YOU AT LEAST PULL HER HAIR?"
"Why would I...? No, I did not..."
"THAT WASN'T EVEN A FIGHT THEN, IT WAS A FUCKING MASSACRE..."
He poked my bruise and I flinched right away.
"HEY, ASSHOLE, WATCH IT!" I yelled.
"So, it didn't hurt, huh?"
"Fuck off..."
He opened the fridge and took out a frozen peas bag.
"Just put it to your face... It'll relieve the swelling... And try hiding that from mom or she'll pass out..."
"Right," I mumbled, "Are you going somewhere?"
He was putting on one of his Adidas jackets and getting his keys.
"I'm going to hang out with some friends... Play some football, you know?"
"Thanks for inviting me, by the way."
"You want to come?"
"Who's going to be there?"
"Zack, George, Ben... And George's girlfriend..."
"George has a girlfriend? Since when?"
"Last week, I think...?"
"Who is she?"
"Emma or Ella... Maybe Erina... Or Elena... Something with E..."
"Erica?"
"Yeah, that's her. You know her?"
I pressed my lips against each other.
"Yeah, vaguely... So, can I come or what?"
"Sure, there might be more people from the football team... And they might be violent while playing."
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My Bro's Hot Friend
Romance"Lock the door"-I mumbled. "What? Are you scared that the janitor might hear us? Or are you afraid to wake the broomsticks up?" "I'm scared my brother might pass on the hallway and hear me fucking with you..." #6 in badboy!!
