A few hours later, Poison poked his head through the door. “Can I come in?” I nodded. He sat down on the floor by the old mattress that had been thrown into a corner of the room that served as my bed. “What’s up with you? You’ve been even less talkative than usual the past few days. Mitch is starting to worry about you.” Then he took one of my hands. “We all are. Is there anything we can do to help?” I pulled my hood on and said “Get Luke back for me.” I yanked on the strings to tighten the hood around my face so he couldn’t see me. “Hey, come on.
That night I was sitting on the ground in front of one of the windows, thinking about Luke. He was so close, close enough to see, feel, hear, but still so far away. I was going to try, no matter what to find him. I wanted to, but even more than that, I needed to. For my own sanity. “Hey.” Mitch said as he sat next to me and put his arm around me. “What’s wrong? Something’s up with you.” I leaned my head onto his shoulder and said “I hate all this running around. I want us to be one little messed up family again…. Like how it was before all of this happened.” He laughed. “Yeah. Me too.
“C’mon guys! Let’s go! We have to get out of here now.” Poison screamed at us from the door. “They found us again?” Ghoul asked as all (well, most) of us started to get up. Poison nodded. I looked over at my friend who we had rescued, Mitch, and shook his shoulder. “Mitch…. Mitch. MITCHELL! We have to get up now.” He reached over and tapped my face softly like it was the snooze button on his alarm clock. “JUST FIVE MORE MINUTES!” I laughed at him as I moved his hand away. “We don’t have five minutes.
So, I'm wicked excited about Halloween this year :)
I'm dressing up as Hayley Williams from Paramore, my friends Alysa and Morgan are dressing up as two of the people from Black Veil Brides and my friend Matt is going as Lady Gaga from the VMA's this year. (For those of you who don't know, Lady Gaga dressed up as a man at the VMA's and stayed in character the whole night. She kinda looked like Danny Zuko from Grease.)
We're all wicked excited about it. this is gonna be awesome! My costume will consist of:
- Red hair paint on my hair
- A Kooks t-shirt (because I thought it was something Hayley
I so badly wanted to tell her how I felt, but I knew right then wasn't the time. But, she looked up into my eyes and said "You've got great eyes." I kept my left arm around her shoulders and wrapped my right arm around her waist. "You've got great everythig." I said to her. She all of a sudden threw her arms around me and started to kiss me. Hard. As if I was oxygen and she was drowning. That was the best kiss I'd ever had. Ever. It just made her even more beautiful to me. I knew she was hurting and just needed someone and probably wasn't thinking straight, but I didn't care.
(THE NEXT DAY.)
I stayed in my bed all day the next day, wearing his hoodie and crying my eyes out. I hadn't even changed out of the jeans and black sparkly tank top I had worn the night before. Periodically my mom would come in and check on me, but I would just ignore her. I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to move from my spot in my bed. Every couple hours I texted Luke saying "i'm sorry :'( please believe me?" but he never texted back. To make the heartbreak even worse, I was wicked hung over from the five or six drinks I wasn't even supposed to have because I was still sick.
The next month was October and Frank decided to throw a Halloween party at his house. "You guys are all invited." I smiled. "Cool. Can't wait."
A week later, I pulled up to Frank's house. When I got inside, I grabbed a beer and went to look for Luke. I found him near the stairs, talking with some guy I didn't recognise. Luke pulled on my hand and gave me a sloppy kiss half on my mouth, half on my chin. I could tell that he'd already had a few. "Hey, look who's here! What's up, babe?" I chuckled a little. "Not much... how many have you had?
That night, at my house, it was hell. My mom basically grounded me until I was fifty and my dad told me I could never see "that punker" Luke again. I yelled at my parents some, which only lengthened my grounding and then stormed upstairs to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me. Immediately, I threw myself down on my bed, pulled out my cell and phoned Luke. We talked for about five hours. Three of those hours were me sobbing into the phone about never getting to see him again and complaining about my parents.
"All right, do you want to tell me what was happening? You three were on the second floor and I could hear you down here on the first floor. I was not pleased with what I saw of that little debacle." Juliet's fingers wound their way into mine, just like I did to her at the party way back 5 months earlier. "You see, um, sir..." Owen started to say but I cut him off. "Ever since Juliet came back, he's been harassing her and today he physically abused her.
Okay, i was WICKED excited about these and i just had to show you guys.
i got new combat boots today:)
BUT, i was going to wear them to a party tonight, and they looked really cute in a punky kind of way, and my parents wouldn't let me wear them!!! i was wicked mad.