10 Years.
Chapter 5~ Dude, shut up!
That night, I sang Hold On Till May with Vic, I got some amazing pictures of the rest of the gig. Afterwards, I went onto the bus with the guys, and they dropped me home. Tony didn't want to see Mom just yet, and I went to bed. At that moment, I thought I'd hardly see my brother again... Oh how wrong I was...
A week had passed since the gig, and me and Tony had been skyping non-stop. We'd fully caught up on the past 10 years. I was happy again. There was still one thing I didn't tell him though. Nobody knows.
*3 years ago*
The worst possible year of my life. Seven years since Tony and Dad left. I was sat with a line of sleeping tablets, around fifteen. I know I had a lot, but I wanted to be sure I could die. I twisted the bottle of jack open. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... ten... eleven... t-twelve... th- I fell asleep. I'd drank most of the jack, and I was starting to feel sleepy. You wanna know the reason I hate my step father? He opened the door before I could take the fourteenth. When I woke up, I was on a drip in the hospital. My mom was crying by my side, and my Steve was shaking his head and looking at me with such disgust.
*4 weeks after the PTV gig*
I was sat on the sofa, in my sweats, eating a jar of nutella with a spoon. I was watching Americn Horror Story. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Mom was out with Steve, but, I decided to answer it anyway. I unhooked the chain and opened up.
"Hey baby" Said Mike Fuentes, leaning seductively against the door frame
I'd forgot the fact I was in my joggers and a tiny vest top, and also the fact I had my glasses on.
"Are you trying to get a shag?" I joked
"Did it work?"
"Maybe"
"Can I come in or..."
"Where's everyone else?"
"Getting food and shit from Wal-Mart"
"Tony is aware I need more nutella right?"
"I think so."
"And my American Horror Story DVDs"
"Yep"
"Good, because if he thinks I'm living without Tate and Moira, she's wrong"
Mike laughed and sat down in the front room. I crossed my legs and ate the rest of my Nutella, while we watched the last episode of Season 2. The other guys arrived.
"Wow, could you be less attractive in anything" Jaime said
Tony slapped his arm.
"Dude, shut up"
I smiles and put my glasses on the coffee table.
A week had passed since the gig, and me and Tony had been skyping non-stop. We'd fully caught up on the past 10 years. I was happy again. There was still one thing I didn't tell him though. Nobody knows.
*3 years ago*
The worst possible year of my life. Seven years since Tony and Dad left. I was sat with a line of sleeping tablets, around fifteen. I know I had a lot, but I wanted to be sure I could die. I twisted the bottle of jack open. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... ten... eleven... t-twelve... th- I fell asleep. I'd drank most of the jack, and I was starting to feel sleepy. You wanna know the reason I hate my step father? He opened the door before I could take the fourteenth. When I woke up, I was on a drip in the hospital. My mom was crying by my side, and my Steve was shaking his head and looking at me with such disgust.
*4 weeks after the PTV gig*
I was sat on the sofa, in my sweats, eating a jar of nutella with a spoon. I was watching Americn Horror Story. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Mom was out with Steve, but, I decided to answer it anyway. I unhooked the chain and opened up.
"Hey baby" Said Mike Fuentes, leaning seductively against the door frame
I'd forgot the fact I was in my joggers and a tiny vest top, and also the fact I had my glasses on.
"Are you trying to get a shag?" I joked
"Did it work?"
"Maybe"
"Can I come in or..."
"Where's everyone else?"
"Getting food and shit from Wal-Mart"
"Tony is aware I need more nutella right?"
"I think so."
"And my American Horror Story DVDs"
"Yep"
"Good, because if he thinks I'm living without Tate and Moira, she's wrong"
Mike laughed and sat down in the front room. I crossed my legs and ate the rest of my Nutella, while we watched the last episode of Season 2. The other guys arrived.
"Wow, could you be less attractive in anything" Jaime said
Tony slapped his arm.
"Dude, shut up"
I smiles and put my glasses on the coffee table.
sure
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