Patrick
June 8th
"Happy graduation...even though none of us are graduating." Dallon says softly.
I laugh awkwardly with pain, "Yeah. Too bad. I hate being around all of you."
Hayley punches my shoulder, "shut up, Stump."
I laugh quietly.
I'm at Frank's house. Of course it's graduation day, but because the two dudes who were supposed to graduate aren't here anymore, we're all just drinking apple juice in suits and Hayley in a dress while laying on Frank's bedroom floor. His parents at work, us spending graduation day being idiots.
Dallon, Brendon, Gerard, Frank, Hayley, Bob, and me.
To think I'd be the only one without a significant other. Huh. Never really saw things falling that way—I've always been so outgoing and never see a moment without wanting to have someone by my side.
"You know, next year I'm ending the kingdoms. Or at least trying to." Dallon says.
I raise an eyebrow.
"Hear me out; these kingdoms never did any good, right? It just split us up. I hope to every god, Patrick, that you'll get on board with me to put this to a stop."
"Woah, woah, woah," Frank sits up, "you can't just end the kingdoms."
"Yeah, and what about the Hopeless Fountain Kingdom?" Hayley asks.
"I mean I agree with Dal, but Patrick it's your call. You started this shit." Brendon says.
I think for a moment, what the hell?
"I mean...it'd be hard to figure out...how, but I'm not oppose." Gerard mumbles.
"HF kingdom could be brought down maybe, or they could just exist and I don't think anyone would give a shit. Everyone who was in the YBs or SPs can take care of the bullying, right?" I say.
"True..." Frank's mutters.
"Just...think about it, Okay?" Dallon smiles.
I nod, smiling back awkwardly.
"How much Apple juice have we consumed?" Brendon snorts.
"Four liters in twenty minutes." Gerard says after look around the room.
"We are disgusting." Hayley laughs out.
We chuckle.
So this is it, I guess.
This is my life now ?
I think the events of the past month or two have taught me a few things;
like friends don't lie, and really it all tastes the same in the dark; that's what Pete says. Our coffee collection is a sign of the times, and we've been getting spiritually enlightened at 1:05–in the morning.
I can appreciate the guys around me.
Gerard, with his bright-ass fire truck red hair down to his chin. Pale hazel eyes, and strong attitude. Stinging heart and crazed personality.
Dallon, the 6'4 giant. Not really skinny, but not big. Shark blue eyes, undercut brown hair. Joking way and funny laugh.
Bob, lip ring and alternative blonde fringe. Anger and silence, hatred of mostly everything. Heart of gold, though.
Frank, green eyes and striking eyebrows. Nose and lip ring, black hair with bleached sides. Little shorty, tattoos. My favorite voice.
Brendon, brown fluffy hair. Dark brown eyes and the piano tattoo on his arm. Faithful pride, heartfelt smile. Yet loud and rambunctious.
Hayley, pretty eyes, lovely smile. Pale skin, turquoise bob cut curls. Black nails, funky soul. Goofy rainbow emo and giddy giggle.
And finally, Me. Patrick, always wearing hat, light brown locks. Icy eyes, ivy finger tips—blue eyes. I'm short too, annoyed look then laugh.
The seven of us.
It takes a family to make it through hell, but I think we got this. Just a family of homosexuals, rebels, kings, queens, guards, hair dye, pizza, instruments, allies, boys, a girl, and a basket of suicide notes.
