everybody talks [COMPLETED]

seven

"frank, you won't believe what happened," i said after i bumped into him in the dressing room hallway.

"what? should i be worried?"

"i just asked pete if he wanted to go out for drinks."

"well, what did he say?"

"he said yes. he basically jumped out of his skin, dude. we're going to jensen's at 7."

"then go get ready, you fucktard! you have less than an hour!"

"okay, i'm going home, jesus christ."

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i walked in the door to my house after unlocking it and spotted kristin and her ex who is also her baby daddy, alex.

"guys, i don't have time for this, i'm going out with a friend at 7."

"mikey, c'mon, we need to compromise on some things," kristin pleaded.

"we obviously don't need to if you went and got pregnant without telling me or giving me any warning whatsoever."

"it'll just take a minute," alex said.

"no, i don't have fucking time for this nonsense. kris, you chose not to be a part of my life anymore. and if this is about convincing me to help with a baby that isn't even mine, you're batshit crazy. i'm getting ready for my date."

shit, did i say date? oh well; maybe it'll turn out that way.

i stormed up to my room in a non-childish way and started to get attired for my friendly date with pete. i just wanted to know more about the guy, what he likes, what i should do better, what he won't do, etc.

i heard kristin and alex leave and, a few minutes later, frank and gerard come in. i have no idea where gerard was, but i could hear him and frank talking loudly.

"i can't believe you did that! it was fucking amazing!" gerard exclaimed.

"no need to thank me. let's just go up to our room."

they ran up the stairs to their room and rapidly locked the door.

fuck this shit, i'm out.

i decided to go to the first floor bathroom instead of my own to get ready because we have thin walls. i think that's all i need to say about that.

i quickly grabbed my jet black eyeliner from my bathroom and ran down the stairs to the lower lever one. i applied my eyeliner intricately, maybe poking myself in the eye once or twice. my outfit was a clandestine hoodie with tight black jeans and black high top converse. i look like a 12 year old emo, but i don't really care.

i walked out the door with my keys, wallet, and phone and locked it behind me. once i entered and started my car, the radio started playing and i set off to my date-i mean what.

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god i love writing this story
and yeehaw i actually have prewritten chapters