The Ghost Room (Frerard) - DISCONTINUED TEMPORARILY

"Sure. Under the stairs?" (4)

Hey, everyone. So... It's been a while, yeah? A few months.

Here's a crash-course of how chaotic my life has been:

I visited my grandparents for a week in Illinois with my mom, her boyfriend, and a friend of mine.

My aunt and her girlfriend are getting married soon.

I admitted to my mom that I've been having more issues with anxiety than she once thought (I skipped out on a lot of details, though, what she knows barely scratches the surface,) and she's considering asking my doctor to put me on medication for it.

I'm still struggling to get used to my parent's divorce.

My mom and her boyfriend had their first argument,  and that was the most scared I've been in a long time.

I moved houses twice (I'm currently living in three different houses, but for two days I was living in four.)

I dated a girl for three hours before we sort-of-mutually decided it wouldn't work.

I got back together with my ex-girlfriend (who is on Wattpad now! Go say hi to @cxbicles!)

I started a second tumblr, this one purely for music I like and audio files. (My personal is youhitlikeagxrl.tumblr.com, and this secondary one is batsandbands.tumblr.com)

Also, I've written out some plot ideas for a lot of different fics and one-shots!

I'm sure more than just that has happened, and I know it has- I'd just like to apologize sincerely for the too-long wait for this chapter. I also, as always, would like to apologize for my shitty editing skills.

Anyway. Like always, please- enjoy!

(P.S. I'm not sure why Wattpad automatically marked this as "rated R," because honestly, this chapter doesn't contain anything too shocking. Sorry about that.)

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"So, uh." I half-sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. I was chanting I'm an idiot in the forefront of my mind, like a mantra. "William Beckett is having this party..."

My phone buzzed on my bedside table, demanding attention. I groaned, stepping over a pile of clothes to get to it.

It was Ryan's name on the screen, so I snapped an impatient, "What?" when I hit the 'answer' button.

"We're outside, dipshit." Ryan honked the horn for emphasis and I winced, hearing it both through my phone and from outside.

"Fine, okay." I glanced back at myself in the mirror. The more I messed with my hair the more I fucked it up, but for some reason my brain decided that maybe if I just kept touching it, something okay-ish looking would fall into place. "Stop honking. Give me a minute, I'll be right out."

He made an annoyed sound. "I've been honking for five minutes."

"Yeah, and I've been ignoring you for five minutes."

"What's taking you so long, man? You're not, like, teenage-girling on us, are you?"

I almost laughed, grabbing my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder, glancing at myself in the mirror one last time. My hair was so stupid, and I looked sort of like I was dying. I'd gotten a total of three hours of sleep, maybe, and I'd skipped out on dinner. By the time I got through the school day, I had a hunch that my stomach would eat my brain. "Teenage-girling?"