What's So Good About Picking Up The Pieces? (Discontinued)

I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle as I recalled the events of last night, I had texted Mike immediately. He had told me that his dad wasn’t thrilled with his choices, but he tried to avoid him, but his mother and brother were very supportive of him. I’m glad.

“Mom! Have you seen my Fall Out Boy CD?” I yelled down the stairs. After last night I just stayed in my room, partying.

Hah, as if.

Receiving only silence in reply I ran a hand through my wet hair, I had just showered, and set foot on the first stair, then the second, and yeah, You know how stairs work. Reaching the bottom I spotted, well, nothing. It was dark. Except from the upstairs hall light giving off a soft glow.

I cleared my throat, feeling a burning sensation arise in the back of it. Better get some water. I reached upwards, for the hall light, and ran my arm across the wall, hoping for some sort of lightswitch. Nothing. With a soft sigh I padded through to the kitchen in complete darkness, my footsteps sounding especially loud on the laminated floor.

Luckily, I managed to stop myself before I walked into the kitchen door, and ran my right hand across the door, grasping the brass knob. Turning it slowly, the door creaked and I reached up, quickly finding the light switch parallel to the door. I flicked the switch and jumped. I mean, literally jumped.

My heart was pounding in my ears.

“Mom, are you okay?” She was sitting at the wooden kitchen table, her head in her hands, in the dark.

Silence, once more.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” Sure, she may have been judgemental, but she was still my mom. Maybe she has come around?

Slowly I crept past my silent mother and opened the cupboard and grabbed a glass, spinning around and turning on the tap. I turnt the cold water tap on, letting it run for a moment before holding the glass underneath the flowing liquid.

“Tony, I’m sorry.”

I spun around, shocked. Mom still had her head in her hands, but she didn’t seem so tense.

“I, Uh.. For what?” Wow, that sounded pathetic, my wimpy vocal chords wavering the entire time.

She didn’t answer. Typical.

“Night.” I muttered quietly, taking a sip from my now cool water and walked out the tension filled room, leaving the light on this time.

The stairs creeked as I ran up them, a spot of water falling from the glass and onto the red carpet.

I downed the last of the water and placed the cup down before throwing myself onto the bed, my phone buzzing.

I grinned immediately at the screen,

Mikey<3 Calling…

I quickly picked up, hoping to shush my voice a little.

“Hey, turtle.” His voice was coated with sleep. It sounded adorable.

“Hey.” I grin, flicking a piece of fluff off of the duvet.

“Wanna come over later?... Papa want’s to meet you.. again…. Properly.” I bit my lip, considering it.

“Is that really a good idea?”

“Probably not.. Sorry turtle, see you at 6.” He sounded.. sincere?

“Why’d you ask if I had no choice?” I murmured.

“I was being… considerate.”

“Suuuuure.” I rolled my eyes, “See you at 6, Mikey.”

Mike laughed a little, “Bye, turtle.”

“Bye.”

I set my phone down on the small cabinet beside my bed and sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

Notes

I'M SORRY, IM SORRY, I'M SORRY.

school and blah.. yeah D:

My bestfriend and I signed up to a weird thing at school, like a talent show, 'cause she is a very talented singer, and im gonna play some shitty guitar, woo! We're playing Lead Me Out Of The Dark by Crown The Empire. Brilliant song, by the way.

TECHNICALLY I WROTE A FLINTESCHI ONE SHOT FOR ENGLISH HOMEWORK, AND I THINK THE TEACHER LIKE IT cx

I need to get this 'updating' thing done.

Okay, Bye cx SONG. Yes, I did. cx

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-Alisha (BrothersInCrime)