But It's Better If You Do
trash talking tyson ^_^
Pt. 4
“Tyson jay ritter, come out come out where ever you are. What are you scared of me n...”
i was pulled behind panic’s bus.
“omg wut in the w...”
“shhhhhhh now git nick out here.”
“no”
“do it or I’ll hurt you lest you forget I’m holding you”
“junk, screw you Tyson”
“that’s wut fangirls are for”
“o.k. eeeeewwwwww more info. Than I needed to know”
“just do it”
“fine”
*oh look wut you’ve done to this rock ‘n roll clown, oooooooh look wut u’ve done*
nick answered the phone (he has me on caller i.d.)
“michelle omg wut happened”
“niiiiiiick”
i screamed bloody murder
“did you hear that or was it just me”
“I heard it” – bden
“ok then I gots to go”
he walked out the door only to be jumped by Tyson.
“o...m...g...michelle why did you let him do that”
“he grabbed me when I went out there and said he would hurt me if I didn’t”
“traitor’
“hay I couldn’t”
“it was a joke”
“don’t do that omg”
“fine I won’t have fun MOTHER”
“your mom”
“your grandma” – nick
“oh no you did not”
“oh yes I did to”
“mrs. Ritter’s omish grandma’s mom’s sister’s mother’s daughter’s doll’s dog’s worm’s eyeball’s pupil’s color that sings *I’m blue da ba dee da ba dai an da ba dee da ba dai da ba dee da ba dai*”
tyson’s jaw dropped
“my mom died”
then my jaw dropped
he ran to the bus
“she didn’t but he is mad” – nick
“omg I didn’t mean...”
“I kno but I don’t know if he does”
i felt really bad so i went to apologize and found him completely covered up in his bed.
“ty, I’m sorry I guess I had no rite”
*silence*
“guess not, well n/e ways im sorry, bye”
“wait, it’s o.k. I know you didn’t mean it”
“I didn’t you were the 1st person that came to my mind”
“I kno I’m just the perfect person and that was a perfect come back I can tell you put some thought into that one”
“me, wut about you ‘my mom died’ your full of bologna”
“ok, ok so it wasn’t true”
“well I’m telling your mom”
“you will not”
“yes I will”
“shut up”
“no”
i ran out and grabbed nick and kept running. i grabbed nick’s cell phone and found tyson’s mom’s number. i called it.
Mom - “hello”
“hi is this mrs. Ritter?”
“yes who is this?”
“this is nick wheeler’s girlfriend and I just wanted to let you know that your son told me you were dead”
by this time i was in the middle of the road between buses and Tyson seen me and ran towards me.
“Tyson dude can’t you see I’m on the phone”
“what sweetie what did Tyson do?”
“he lied and told me you were dead”
“is he there?”
“yes ma’am he is. Would you lyk to speak to him cuz I think he’s kinda busy but I can take a message”
“good tell him if I’m dead then he can just not bother to come home to visit his mother”
“ok I think I can tell him that”
“alrighty and sweetie you seem to be a sweet girl and I can’t wait to meet you”
“aw thank you ma’am”
“thank you oh and if he is truly sorry for wut he said then he can come home if he wants to”
“ok well I guess I’ll let you go then”
“ok, bye”
“bye”
“she says if she’s dead then you don’t have to come home so you can visit her...”
“I...”
“,buuuuut if you are sincerely sorry you can come home if you want to”
“I hate you”
“oh ‘love me or hate me it’s still an obsession love me or hate me that is the question if ya love me then thank you if ya hate me then...”
“fuck you”
“I hate you TYSON JAY RITTER”
“yeah, yeah you hate me for my body”
after a half hour of thinking bout what i did i kinda felt bad for Tyson and all so i decided to go apologize. i found him in his bed curled up in a ball under the covers.
“ty look im sry I guess I had no rite”
*silence*
“ok guess not well im sry bye”
“no wait I kno you didn’t mean it”
“I didn’t you were the first person to come to my mind”
“I kno im just the perfect person”
“shut-up”
“no”
“fine but I gots to go I got a date w/ a hott guitarist”
“nick?”
“what makes you think that?”
“what?!?”
i gave him a smirk and left. i had a date w/ a guitarist but it wasn’t w/ nick but technically it wasn’t a date either but who cares ^_~
“Tyson jay ritter, come out come out where ever you are. What are you scared of me n...”
i was pulled behind panic’s bus.
“omg wut in the w...”
“shhhhhhh now git nick out here.”
“no”
“do it or I’ll hurt you lest you forget I’m holding you”
“junk, screw you Tyson”
“that’s wut fangirls are for”
“o.k. eeeeewwwwww more info. Than I needed to know”
“just do it”
“fine”
*oh look wut you’ve done to this rock ‘n roll clown, oooooooh look wut u’ve done*
nick answered the phone (he has me on caller i.d.)
“michelle omg wut happened”
“niiiiiiick”
i screamed bloody murder
“did you hear that or was it just me”
“I heard it” – bden
“ok then I gots to go”
he walked out the door only to be jumped by Tyson.
“o...m...g...michelle why did you let him do that”
“he grabbed me when I went out there and said he would hurt me if I didn’t”
“traitor’
“hay I couldn’t”
“it was a joke”
“don’t do that omg”
“fine I won’t have fun MOTHER”
“your mom”
“your grandma” – nick
“oh no you did not”
“oh yes I did to”
“mrs. Ritter’s omish grandma’s mom’s sister’s mother’s daughter’s doll’s dog’s worm’s eyeball’s pupil’s color that sings *I’m blue da ba dee da ba dai an da ba dee da ba dai da ba dee da ba dai*”
tyson’s jaw dropped
“my mom died”
then my jaw dropped
he ran to the bus
“she didn’t but he is mad” – nick
“omg I didn’t mean...”
“I kno but I don’t know if he does”
i felt really bad so i went to apologize and found him completely covered up in his bed.
“ty, I’m sorry I guess I had no rite”
*silence*
“guess not, well n/e ways im sorry, bye”
“wait, it’s o.k. I know you didn’t mean it”
“I didn’t you were the 1st person that came to my mind”
“I kno I’m just the perfect person and that was a perfect come back I can tell you put some thought into that one”
“me, wut about you ‘my mom died’ your full of bologna”
“ok, ok so it wasn’t true”
“well I’m telling your mom”
“you will not”
“yes I will”
“shut up”
“no”
i ran out and grabbed nick and kept running. i grabbed nick’s cell phone and found tyson’s mom’s number. i called it.
Mom - “hello”
“hi is this mrs. Ritter?”
“yes who is this?”
“this is nick wheeler’s girlfriend and I just wanted to let you know that your son told me you were dead”
by this time i was in the middle of the road between buses and Tyson seen me and ran towards me.
“Tyson dude can’t you see I’m on the phone”
“what sweetie what did Tyson do?”
“he lied and told me you were dead”
“is he there?”
“yes ma’am he is. Would you lyk to speak to him cuz I think he’s kinda busy but I can take a message”
“good tell him if I’m dead then he can just not bother to come home to visit his mother”
“ok I think I can tell him that”
“alrighty and sweetie you seem to be a sweet girl and I can’t wait to meet you”
“aw thank you ma’am”
“thank you oh and if he is truly sorry for wut he said then he can come home if he wants to”
“ok well I guess I’ll let you go then”
“ok, bye”
“bye”
“she says if she’s dead then you don’t have to come home so you can visit her...”
“I...”
“,buuuuut if you are sincerely sorry you can come home if you want to”
“I hate you”
“oh ‘love me or hate me it’s still an obsession love me or hate me that is the question if ya love me then thank you if ya hate me then...”
“fuck you”
“I hate you TYSON JAY RITTER”
“yeah, yeah you hate me for my body”
after a half hour of thinking bout what i did i kinda felt bad for Tyson and all so i decided to go apologize. i found him in his bed curled up in a ball under the covers.
“ty look im sry I guess I had no rite”
*silence*
“ok guess not well im sry bye”
“no wait I kno you didn’t mean it”
“I didn’t you were the first person to come to my mind”
“I kno im just the perfect person”
“shut-up”
“no”
“fine but I gots to go I got a date w/ a hott guitarist”
“nick?”
“what makes you think that?”
“what?!?”
i gave him a smirk and left. i had a date w/ a guitarist but it wasn’t w/ nick but technically it wasn’t a date either but who cares ^_~