Hoodie Allen- The Tour Of Your life

Chapter 3- Rebellion of the Decade

Chapter 3

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I sat at the breakfast table, looking at my parents. I smelled like a Corona and Lime every time I talked and my make up was dry run from crying into my pillow last night. I had changed out of my sweatshirt and sweatpants, but it didn't make a difference since I the gel deodorant I put on this morning was foggy and gross. My hair was greasy and smelled like mixed lavender tea got spilled all over it, and I needed to wash my face.

My parents sat there saying nothing to me. All they did was talked to each other under their breaths, as if they thought there voices were the equivalent sound as Mars.

"I can hear you" I said, dropping my fork onto my plate, making a loud noise.

"Well, we just think that you shouldn't go with Hoodie on tour. You know, stay with your parents for a little while." My mom said, making me want to barf all over my pancakes.

"Uh, no thankyou." I said, all sassily. 

"And why is that?" My father asked, plainly dull voiced.

"Because I'm 21 and I still live with you people." I said, I felt bad after it came out of my mouth. Because there was silence after I said it. Oh god.

"Well, you can go. But only for half the tour." My mom said, taking a sip out of her cup of tea. I just wanted to throw my pancake at her face but made the erge not to.

"Fine." I said, complaintion in my voice. I lied right to her face. There's no way that I'm going to go in a half a tour with Hoodia Allen. No way. I had to find a way out of this. Otherwise, I'm the half-tour-girl.

After I finished my breakfast, I ran upstairs to my room and texted Marvel, who gave me his number last night.

Me- Hey, I need your help. Donut Shack at 3?

I made no time to stretch the conversation out.

Marvel responded a couple of minutes later.

Marvel- sure, see ya then.

I turned off my phone and cracked my door, shouting downstairs, "Can I go to the Donut Shack at 3 with Cassie?"

"Yeah, just be home by 4." My dad shouted back. I could tell he was talking to my mom because he responded right away.

"Kay." I answered and shut my door. I immediately started tearing my clothes off, and hopped in the hot shower. It felt like I was washing my worries away, like I felt free from priorities and expectations from my parents. But all that faded to being dissappeared after I got out and panic filled those emotions when I realized it was 2:47. I somehow always seemed to be late.

I put on some skinny jeans and a sweater, and I slid my combat boots and a jacket on just before I said goodbye and shut the door.

I frantically walked to the Donut Shack which was just a couple of blocks away. I had this fear of being late, of missing out on something important. I was paranoid about this type of thing. It made me anxious, confused. It was utterly uncomfortable. 

"Hey, sorry I'm late." I told Marvel as I took a seat directly across from him.

"It's only," Marvel looked at his watch. "4:02, Dena. You're barely late." He said, making me relaxed.

"Oh, I didn't realize." I said, lying about my excuse.

"Sit over here," Marvel said, patting the chair next to him. "Steven's sitting there." He explained.

"What?! He's here??" I questioned, unprepared to see him.

"He's going to the bathroom." Marvel said, checking his instagram feed.

"Oh, well that's great. I look like shit." I said, looking at my sweater from Junior year. And I pushed at strand of hair behind my ear.

"That's not true." A voice said, as it moved closer to me on my right. I sat, shocked.

"Oh, hey." I started foolishly.

"Hey." Steven answered back, looking at me hands shaking as he clutched his coffee cup. "So what do you need help with?" He asked taking a sip of his warm drink.

"My parents want me to go on half the tour..." the depressing words came right out my mouth.

"Well that's just not gonna do, Hoodie?" Marvel said in a sneaky way.

"What do you have in mind, Marvel?" Hoodie asked, raising his eyebrows. This was gonna be fun.