"piss off!"
he was at it again, a screaming argument with his father.
"you dont know me, you ain't ever bothered ta try to since ma passed!!"
paul angrily ran his hand through his messy hair, his shredded sex pistols shirt held together by saftey pins shifting uncomfortably on his body, showing off scars along his arms and hickeys lining from his collarbone to the top of his neck.
"it's because of this this bullshit paul, i love ya. but if ye can't get yer act together i don't know what i'll fuckin do with yeh!"
pauls dad shouted back, gesturing at his choice of clothing and the tender bruises lining his neck.
"yer just jealous because i can get some and you haven't had a single fuck since ma passed!"
paul shouted back, pure anger laced in his mouth.
he grabbed his skateboard and his dimebag, and ran out the house faster than his long ass legs ever had.
he threw the board down and hopped on, cruising, or speeding should i say, until he reached his best mate george's.
he knocked on the door hastefully until a very hungover george answered the door.
"oi, what do yeh want?"
he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"yer parents home?"
"no they're still on their stupid fucking anniversary vacation bullshit."
"let me in, ive got vodka and some good smoke."
george raised his eyebrows, yet he also broke into a large grin. moving over, to let paul in.
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star shopping/ mclennon
Fanfictionjohn lennon (16) is a depressed boy, to say the least. he loves to sing but he sings the sad part to any song, he loves to draw but it's all broken anger harshly layed upon a page. he loves food, but hates himself. so he doesn't eat. he smoked a lot...
