The Science And Theory Of Beating The Fuck Out Of Yourself

You sing while I drive

Andy smirked at me as Dad turned away. Vic paused as he faced the kitchen and sighed.

"Jo you got blood on the refrigerator..." He mumbled.

"At least it's not blood on the dance floor okay!" I yelled back. He just chuckled and returned to the couch with the rest of the guys. Andy grinned at me and nodded to the door. I gave him a forced smile back and followed him to his car.

"So, Jo." He started. Oh, great I'm in pain and have to talk. I'm so looking forward to this car ride.

"Yeah?" I asked. He glanced over at me and looked back to the road.

"How come we never knew Vic had a kid?" Andy asked.

"I never knew Vic was my dad. He and my mom dated in high school and...did stuff I guess. Anyway my mom died and the hospital called Vic to come and pick me up."

"Oh...sorry about your mom..." I shrugged.

"It's fine; she wasn't the best parent..." I trailed off.

"Really? Vic said she really cared about you." I cocked my head.

"What do you mean? She got drunk and almost killed me." Andy made a surprised face.

"Oh...Vic said in her will she described you as pretty much her whole life." I crossed my arms.

"Yeah, her whole life who she told to never come back..." I muttered to myself, not intending for Andy to hear.

"She said that?" He asked. I leaned my head back on the headrest and sighed.

"I ran away and when I climbed back in my room, she left me a note that said not to come back."

"Vic told me about that too..." God, can't keep his big mouth shut, can he? "He said that she didn't want you to leave because she couldn't handle losing you." I scoffed and Andy stopped talking. She never cared about me. We sat in silence until he pulled into the hospital. I bit my lip at the sight of the white building. No, go away nerves, no one likes you.

We got out and Andy led me to the door. He went up to the desk and explained that my hand had somehow connected with a hard surface...repeatedly. He left out the part of me punching an actual person though. We sat and waited since the ER takes forever.

"You alright?" Andy asked. I looked up at him and realized I was biting my lip again. I nodded. "What's up?" I shrugged.

"I don't know..."

"Why were you so upset earlier?"

"You'd think I was crazy if I told you."

"No I wouldn't." I glanced at him, unsure of how I felt about telling him. "I promise, Jo." I sighed.

"I...punched Collin because he said I was insane..."

"And?" He pressed.

"He's right." I dropped my head and swallowed. "Vic thinks I'm bipolar...and I think I am too..." Now he's going to think I'm crazy. He should, I am crazy. That's why everyone hates me so much. Stupid fucking disorder, ruining my life an' shit. I shouldn't have said anything.

"Jo, bipolar disorder doesn't make you insane." Andy said. I looked up at him. He looked concerned and a little confused. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"But...I screwed up everything. I ruined Vic's tour and he'd been out chasing after me for weeks."

"So you're trouble." I looked up at him and he chuckled. "I'm just kidding. But Jo, I'm sure you're blowing this up. It's just something else you have to live with. It's not ending everything you are, you've probably always showed some signs of this. You're the same person you've always been." I sighed and nodded. I knew he was right, it was just...scary.

"Jodie Fuentes?" A doctor finally called. I stood up and Andy and I followed her to a room. They x-rayed and cast my hand fairly quickly; there were three bones that were snapped and one that was fractured. It's safe to say it hurt like a bitch. The doctor kept asking questions like nosey ass doctors do, but I kind of danced around the answer like I always do. We finally got let out of the hospital and I followed Andy back to his car.

"Hey, Jo?" He asked as we got in.

"Yeah?" I said as my stomach grumbled. He chuckeld and turned on the car.

"I guess that's a yes to lunch then?" My eyes widened. I had gone all day without food and I was starving.

"Holy fuck, yes I want food!" I squealed. Andy laughed at my enhusiasm and drove us to an In N Out. We sat down with our food and I decided not to be classy with it because I was too damn hungry.

"If you choke I'm not taking you back to the the hospital, and Vic will kill me if you die..." Andy chuckled as I stuffed my face. I rolled my eyes and took another bite.

"You don't get it, I always eat like this. Vic is a very proud father." I said sarcastically.

"I know I would be." Andy smirked. What the hell...he's only a few years older than me, he couldn't be my father. Loser.

I shrugged at his comment and we finished eating with minimal conversation. Andy payed since I had no money, and then drove us back to our place. Throughout the car ride, Andy kept sneaking glances at me when he thought I wasn't looking.

"What?" I asked in defense. He shrugged and looked back to the road.

"You know, it's okay that you like me." Andy blurted out. He made it out to sound like a comforting statement, although I could hear the sarcastic tone to his voice. I snapped my head to look at him and he just had a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Your friend said you liked me. It's fine, I get it a lot. I don't want you to feel intimidated by me all of tour." I practically scoffed; he knew nothing about me.

"Collin's clueless; I only band member like you. And stop being so damn cocky. If you want me to like you, then you're doing it wrong." I turned his statement around on him and he got pale.

"Band member like me? What does that mean?" He asked.

"That out of all the bands I follow, you're one of the more admirable band members." He made a face like he was thinking about it, but nodded and continued driving.

"Oh, okay then." He shrugged.

"And you really think I would be intimidated by you? You're not exactly scary..." I shot back at him. He pouted and pushed his foot down on the gas. I felt the car accelerate and glanced at the speedometer to see we were going upwards of sixty. I'd be fine with it, except that we were in a city.

"Andy! Fuck slow down!" Cars were honking at us and people screaming at they pulled their kids out of the way.

"Why? You scared?" He chuckled. He glanced at me gripping the door handle.

"Shit! Watch out!" I yanked the steering wheel and Andy gasped. He had drifted into the other lane but quickly slowed down to a reasonable speed. I sighed in relief and glared at Andy. He chuckled nervously and slowed down for the rest of the way home.

"We don't need to tell Vic about that..."