emo band texts 2 // emo quartet au

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emo band texts // the squeakquel!

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tuesday
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oct 29th, 2019
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11:09 PM / 23:09
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"I still need to get Brendon a birthday present! What the fuck am I supposed to get Brendon Urie that he doesn't already have?!" I paced around Alex's room as she sighed, standing up.

"Buy him a bass since he's always stealing yours, I guess," she shrugged, grabbing her jacket.

"Where are you going..?" I asked, halting.

"We're gonna go get him a present, aren't we?" Alex chuckled, pulling her dark green leather jacket on.

"Oh. Alright," I shrugged, following her out the door.

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wednesday
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oct 30th, 2019
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12:17 AM / 00:17
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"Don't you have a key?" Alex whisper—shouted, disappointed in my lack of a house key.

"I mean... no?" I cowardly answered as Alex dramatically sighed and rolled her eyes, shaking her head and looking down.

I rolled my eyes at her, then ringing the doorbell twice.

I swear to god if no one answers...

The door swung open to reveal my exhausted–looking twin brother, wearing gray sweatpants and a blink–182 t shirt.

"Hel— (Y/N)!" Brendon's face immediately brightened as she exclaimed my name, bringing me into a hug. I cleaned my neck back to look at Alex, who seemed to be amused.

"Bren— I love you too But I can barely breathe," I wheezed as he pulled back.

"I missed you so much! You've been gone for way too long! Why haven't you even been in the chat?!" Brendon bombarded as I tried to comprehend everything he just said.

"Oh, you know how it is, class on top of class, on top of work shift, on top of homework, and then trying to get in at least four hours of sleep," Alex chimed in.

"Hmm... I knew it, college does sound dumb."

"I've also only been gone like, two months, Bren. It's not like I've been done two years," I chuckled.

"Sixty eight days, but okay," Brendon smiled sarcastically.

"Anyways..." Alex awkwardly chuckled. "Can I like, leave you with the present and ditch you for a while and go to Frank's house or..."

"...Present? You didn't have to get me a present," Brendon chuckled.

"I've been gone for what was such a long 68 days," I mocked Brendon's voice. "It's not much either way, just thought this could fit somewhere in your style," I shrugged, handing him the small gift bag and leaned against the doorframe.

"So like, can I leave you here or..."

"No," I whined as Alex rolled her eyes, putting her hands into her jacket.

Brendon held the bag with his left hand as his right one ripped all of the tissue paper out of the bag and throwing it behind him until he got to the small box. He grabbed the box and tossed the bag behind him. He opened the small red box to reveal a black bowtie.

He looked up at me in confusion.

"I told you it wasn't much," I shrugged as I glanced to my left to see Alex paying her attention to her phone.

"Well, I still love it. It looks sharp, thanks ratty." Brendon smiled and wrapped his right arm around me, pulling me closer to him. Like a weird side hug, I guess.

"Uhh, (Y/N)," Alex looked up from her phone as Brendon and I looked at her. "Juliet wants us, like, right now."

"Who's Juliet?" Brendon asked.

"My ban— my friend from MIT, why?" I rubbed the back of my neck.

Yeah, great save, (Y/N).

Great save.

"Oh. Alright, but you better fucking text me later or I will tell Mikey that you killed yourself."

Alex and I glanced at each other for a second.

"...But why?"

"Because then he would probably kill himself. The little bitch still isn't over you."

Alex snickered, "It's been over a year since they broke up." She kept her eyes glued to her phone.

"Anyways, we gotta go," I said quickly as Brendon's facial expression changed almost immediately.

"Alright, don't get STDs," he sighed as I looked at him, sort of mortified.

"I'm kidding, but don't get STDs."

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"My band— my friend from MIT, why?" Alex mocked me as she started the car back up.

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes, "Why does Juliet need us?"

"Oh, she doesn't. I just got bored," Alex shrugged as we drove off.

"Alex," I whined.

"Sorry not motherfucking sorry," Alex shrugged.

"Fine," I groaned, "I wanna see Frank."

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"Open up, dumbass!" Alex banged her fist against the door. A few seconds later, the door opened up to reveal a confused Frank Iero.

"Wh— ALEX!" Frank screeched, practically pouncing on her and hugging her tightly.

"What the hell is happeni— OH!" I heard a familiar voice yell from inside.

Then Mikey walked to the door.

"(Y/N)... hey," Mikey smiled awkwardly.

"Hey," I returned a just as awkward smile as Frank and Alex both looked at us.

"Literally just hug. It's very obvious you want to," Alex bluntly said.

"Why are you trying to make me hug her?" Mikey suspiciously asked as I turned to him and hugged him.

Without a word, he hugged me back, the tightest he has ever hugged me since... ever, and placed his chin on top my head.

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welcome to ebt2 !!

I hate Hawthorne heights lmao

—mikey

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