Ok...ok...this time your going to do it...no backing down...ok, deep breath...
I can do this.
You can this Thomas.
Or Emily, I don't really know now but one thing at a time.
Just tell them and get it over with.
C'mon you can do this.
Lots of kids...
"Y'know" I began, "I kinda felt what your feeling for a long time. So, yeah ur, ever wanted to talk to someone who could possibly might understand, then I'm always around."
Rose gave a little gruffaw, "Thanks, but I suppose it's sorta become a part of me. It's pointless trying to get rid of it because it's here to stay. Well, the group's all different to each other. Bella's the caring one, Peter's the life of the party, Lauren's the geek and then there's me, the asshole. And I'm ok with playing that role."
What she said kinda saddened me a little bit, like I just wanted to hug her and make it all better. But I suppose with Rose you can't. Maybe she can be happy and not just ok if I'm her friend,
"I don't think your an asshole. Why do you think that that's your role to play?"
"Because they view the world as a happy place, and I view it as a craphole."
Couldn't argue with that. I saw her book resting on her lap. The curiosity was killing me: "Hey, that's your book that you write all your stuff in."
"Yeah," She replied, opening it up, "poems, stories, shit like that."
"Nice, can I see?"
"Um how about no." She said, slamming it down. Fair enough. Rose, in a way, reminded me of a cat: you mustn't go in too quickly or else you'll scare it away.
"Y'know," Rose grunted, eyeing me up and down as if I was her prey or upcoming kill, "you're kinda easy to talk to."
Well...that was unexpected.
"Oh...thank you?"
"You don't force me to spill it or make me feel like I'm a pussy or overwhelm me with support. Urgh, hate that word: 'support'. You're like that punching wall I had for a while."
"Oh, well...thanks."
"C'mon, let's go get some cider. I wanna get pissed before the others get back."
I looked at my watch, "It's 2:46"
"You think that'll stop me?"
Yes cider, they all had their favourites. Booze, I mean. We had to, I mean we lived in a bar. Bella liked a good strong lager, Peter liked cocktails, Lauren was the most sensible out of all of us and usually had some wine or prosecco and Rose of course liked cider. I didn't really have a favourite, although Alec and I would sometimes have a few shots together.
Ah yes, it's all fun and games until morning punches you over the head and when you wake up your greeted by a hangover. Yep that extremely pleasant arrival happened this morning as well. Pounding head, dry thoat, feeling like you're about to puke: good morning indeed.
And it really didn't help that I woke up to shouting. And I'm not just talking in the sense that one person is shouting at the top of their lungs. No, no, no I'm talking in a sense that the whole group is shouting at the top of their lungs. I think it was partly due to the hangover that made them so loud. Well, louder than they usually are.
"Oh yeah that's gone for good."
"Well we've had it for three years now, it was bound to break."
"Yeah, and when we found it, it was already a pretty battered up thing."
"Still can't believe it was Lauren's skinny ass that broke it."
I looked at my watch, it read 6:43am.
Seriously?!
Seriously?! 6:43 in the fucking morning?! I didn't even get up for school that early when I used to go.
"What the hell are you guys doing up so goddamn early?" I groaned, shifting to the edge of the bed and wrapping the duet around myself so all that was showing was my tired, pissed off face.
"Oh Thomas it's so sad!" Shrilled Peter.
"Well that's fucking loud." I mumured to myself.
"The chair. It broke." Said Bella sadly, pointing to the old battered lazyboy in the corner of the room. That one that now had a hole though it.
"Suppose it was about time, that thing looked like it was about to give way any minute. Smelt of farts anyway." Grumbled Rose.
"Yeah but it's been with us for how long?" Said Lauren, touching its arm, "It's shared our memories, like that time with Peter-"
"Oh yeah no, yeah let's really not talk about that." They all hollered as Peter went red.
Oh god, it really was too early for shit like this.
A.N This is what Thomas looks like right now:
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But way more hungover and pissed off. Sorry this took so goddamn long. It was so frustrating when the first copy deleted and I had to write it out ALL OVER AGAIN. This version of the chapter is really good though. Better than I thought it would turn out but I still think the first one was better. I'm actually quite proud of myself to publishing this so quickly and I like how I ended it better than my other chapters.
It's Friday tomorrow, have a good weekend!
Nelly Xx (Lolol it keeps autocorrecting Nelly to belly.)
