Sunday

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"Recently the rising star Evan Peters has become MIA. Resources say that he packed up all his stuff and left with no sign of where he was going. Did Peters run away from life? Or fame? Up next at 6 on THTH News."

Gone with no sign where to....

WAIT!! DOESN'T THAT MEAN NO MORE AHS????

OH HEEELLL NO.

Livi Grey does not live or breathe without Evan on AHS. This low life brunette in year 12 will no longer function as a human.

I turned off the television, threw the remote off my bed and rolled over to face my pillow.

This is not okay. This is not okay. This is not okay.

"Dinners ready! Grey! Come down now please!" My mum shouted up the stairs.

I simply groaned and rolled over ending up falling on the floor with a big thump.

Ow. That hurt.

I got up and dragged my sad butt down to food.

I refuse to eat this unless Evan is going to go home.

This is not okay.

I sat down at my usual spot at the dinner table and stared at the pasta placed in front of me.

Unless you can tell me where he went, no. You know, this whole situation would be different if you were pizza but you're not sooo...

"Oh honey I recorded your show yesterday while you were out with what's her face. You can watch it after dinner."

But what's the point? I groaned.

"Honey what's wrong? Why aren't you eating?"

"Mom, who is love, who is life?" I asked.

If she gets this wrong I will be saddened even more.

She put down her fork and wiped her mouth like she knew the answer.

"I know this one. Tate, is love. Tate is life. Why Honey?"

"Tate ran away and he's not gonna be in AHS if he doesn't go back and they're not done filming this season." Mum looked at me sympathetically.

See she understands.

"That's too bad Grey but you still have to go to school. I'm sorry. Especially on Wednesday. Because on Wednesday we are...?"

Why I hate my mum. She's so weird but it's weird how she so weird so she's just weird. Ya.

"But Evaaannn." I cried pouting even more.

"I'm sorry Grey. Hey look I have to go into work for the late shift tonight are you going to be okay alone? Do you want to go to Danny's?"

My mum works way to much. She will work everyday except Sundays. Even then she'll go in sometimes for kicks. Danny on the other hand is my best friend. He's a year older than me but that's okay. I'll go over to his place when mum works late like time like these.

I like going to Danny's ya but I wanna spend time with my mum more often. She watched the entire first season of American horror story with me because she thought Violets dad was hot. I said that for tate but ya know. Whatever.

I send Danny a text giving him a heads up that my grumpy ass was about to stay at his house.

Danny:
Depends, are you paying for the pizza?

Me:
The moment I'm Mrs. Peters.

Danny:
Well I'm offended. Hurry up I'm about to start yesterday's episode I missed.

Me:
Okay I haven't seen it either. Omw.

Danny:
Stop abreveating.

Me:
Yaalicaaiw. Camb. Jk iky.

Danny:
What did I just read

Me:
You are a loser I can abreveate all I want. Come at me bitch.

Danny:
And the last part ;)

Me:
You're pushing it. I'm around the corner.

I kissed my mum on the cheek and said goodnight then grabbed my keys and bag. On the radio they were talking about Evan MIA and Katy Perry's shoes.

Leave the chic alone. She can wear whatever shoes she wants bitch. And leave Evan our of this.

When I had finally arrived at Danny's he instantly went on a rampage about AHS. Apparently they're cancelling the next season?¿?

That's not a cool card to play.

"I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I am NOT okay. "

That would be an example of what I saw when I walked into Danny's apartment.

Here is an example of my reaction.

I simply grabbed danny by the shoulders, hit the top of his head, and said;

"I'm already rattled enough about this okay? If you don't shut up I'll eat this entire fucking pizza by myself in the spare room. Got it? I came here because I wanted to be with my best friend and maybe not worry about Evan. Maybe. So please take a seat, eat a slice and we can look at pictures of Michael Clifford for five hours. Okay?"

Danny groaned and snarled. "Yes mom."

And to that I smacked the back of his head.

Dork.