We Are All Okay

"What was that about?" Cacie said, sitting cross legged on my bed. She's pretty cute. I've been talking to her for a couple of days now, and she's also kind of cool.
"My sister JUST got home." I said. Her eyes widened a little.
"Does she know it's fucking..." She looked at the clock. "Midnight. Oh shit, Ronnie, it's midnight." She jumped up. "I got to get home."
"Why can't you stay?" I whined. "You can leave early in the morning."
"Stay at a guys house overnight?" She laughed. "My mom will have a shit fit.
"It's not like we're doing it." I folded my arms.
"Mmm, and I know that." She kissed me, but pulled back too quickly for my likings. "But she doesn't. I gotta go."
"Night, babe." I kissed her again. Her fingers entangled in my hair, and I pressed her up against the wall. She laughed into the kiss. "Hmm." I pulled back.
"You're cute." She laughed.
"Oh, I know this." I smirked.
"But for real, man I have to go now."She hugged me. "Bye bye, Ronnie." She teased. I watched her walk away. She does have nice ass. I shrugged, and went back to my previous thoughts before I started talking to Cacie. Is she doing drugs? She is hanging out with that kid I haven't seen before, and he doesn't seem to be a clean cut kid. In fact, he looks like the kind of guy you'd suspect of doing drugs. You know what? It's none of my business anyways. It's not my job to protect her. It's supposed to be our parent's job, and neither of them do that. Not our mother who left, and not our dad who is barely around these days. And now my phone is ringing. Oh good, it's Mitch. Now I can bitch to someone about my bitch of a sister.
"Hey, Mitch!" I greeted my best friend.
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TALLIA'S Point Of View:
"-You're fifteen?" The cop said, pulling Brian and I over.
"That is what the PERMIT said." I huffed.
"I'm sixteen, and I have my license." Brian handed the cop his drivers license. "So technically it's not illegal for her to drive with me in the car."
"That's right." The cop nodded. "You're good to go." He walked away and I released my death grip on the stearing wheel. Man I hate cops.
"Tillie, love, you're okay. He's gone." Brian laughed.
"Bastard." I mumbled. My best friend only laughed harder.
"Hey." I said when Monte calmed down again. "Can I ask you something?"
"You are asking me something." He pointed out.
"Oh shut up, douche bag." I giggled. He laughed too. "It's about my brother, though."
"Sure thing."
"He said I never talk, and that I don't have friends, and kind of that nobody likes me. I guess he's right, though. You're my only friend. Well, you and this kid Max."
"People like you!" He protested. "I LOVE You." He emphasized the love part.
"I love you too, Bri." I laughed.
"So who's Max?"
"This kid I met in class. He's kind of annoying, but he's actually pretty cool. I went to see his band play yesterday after school."
"Ooh, do they need a guitar player?" He asked. "Are they any good?"
"They're called almost heroes, and they aren't too terrible." I laughed. "No, they don't need a guitar player. Actually they are doing the talent show next week, and I'm going to hang out with them back stage." I grinned.
"Ouch." Brian said.
"What?" I asked him.
"Your brother's band is playing the talent show."
"Oh my god, 3.0 is playing the talent show, I forgot." I groaned. "Even if Ronnie's being a dick head right now, I can't ditch him for Max's band. I would suck." I said, thinking about how pissed off my brother would be at me.
"Right. You have fun with that." Brian laughed. "Also, I still think we should start a band and play. It would be good."
"I don't do bands." I laughed at him. "But I'll ask around for you, okay?"
"You sure?" Brian asked. "I know you want to play on stage, you're a Radke. You love attention."
"Pass." I smiled at him.
He rolled his eyes at me.
"You're home!" I said, changing the subject. We were just hanging out at my house for the weekend, when his mom called and said he needed to be home by eleven pm. So here we are, in his driveway, in my car.
"Bye, love!" He grinned at me.
"Stop saying that." I rolled my eyes at him. "It's like you've got a crush on me or something."
"Oh..." He said quietly. "Yeah, that would be weird. Bye, Tillie!" He stalked away to his front door. The fuck was his problem? That guy can be so moody sometimes! I drove all the way home to find that Mitch and Ronnie and some friends were using our driveway as a skateboarding area. My brother is such a douche sometimes. I parked the car in the front yard instead, even though that would piss dad off. Ronnie skated over to me.
"You take your boyfriend home?" He asked in a snotty tone. He's still not over our fight the other night. Well neither am I. We tend to hold a grudge like you've never heard of.
"No, I took my best friend home." I rolled my eyes.
"Look, Tillie, I'm sorry." He said, grabbing my arm so I couldn't leave. I sighed.
"Then I forgive you, if you genuinely mean it, and don't just want something." I gave him a small smile.
"Well-"
"Ugh, whatever. I'm going to bed." I said, walking away."
"No, Tallia! I was just kidding!" He called out to me, laughing.
"Really? Cause I'm not! Night, big bro!" I called back to him.
"Night, little sis. Hey, dad's gonna be home in an hour, I'll move the car for you if you want."
"Here." I turned around and tossed him the keys. "He'll be pissed if it's still in the front yard when he gets home." I said. Ronnie agreed by nodding.
"Hey, umm next week, talent show." He smiled.
"Wouldn't miss it." I smiled at him.
"Thanks." He said, making me feel awful. I had totally forgotten about him, and was going to ditch him for Max. Thank my luck that I have Brian, otherwise I would have missed it. Then Ronnie would have never talked to me again. It would have been pretty bad.
"Night Tallia!" His friends yelled at me in unision. I laughed.
"Night boys!" I slammed the front door shut, but didn't lock it so Ronnie could get in later when his friends left.
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"Is she dead?" I felt someone poke at my face.
"She's always like this in the morning." My brother shooed the person away. I scrunched up my face and swatted at them, muttering something about third eye blind.
"What was that?" The guy laughed.
"Tallia, are- are you singing Semi Charmed Life in your sleep?" Ronnie chuckled.
"Shhhh, Ronnie, they're going to play Jumper next." I said deliriously. Third Eye Blind was playing on stage in front of me. I was screaming, jumping up and down, and singing along. They were another one of my favorite bands and I loved them. Then I heard Jumper start playing and I bobbed my head to the beat.
"I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend. You could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in, come on Tallia sing it." They said, looking directly at me. I smiled.
"And if you would not like to see me again, I would understand!" I sang.
Then I heard laughter. I shot up out of bed and saw Robert and Ronnie infront of me. Robert's fluffy hair stuck out everywhere, and he looked like he just woke up. Ronnie's hair was perfectly messy, as it usually was. He has the kind of hair that makes you wonder, did he just wake up, or is that actually an hours worth of work to get it like that? It's ambiguous. Wait, why am I dissecting my brother's morning routine and his hair?
"Get the mother fucking fuck out of here!" I shouted at them.
"We came to tell you that you have a friend." Robert said.
"Much to our surprise." Ronnie muttered, and I glared at him. He shot me an apologetic smile. "Brian is here." He rolled his eyes.
"Okay." I said, walking out of my room.
"Wait, you're going out their like that?" Robert asked.
"Yeah.."
"You don't care about looking nice for your boyfriend?" He was confused. Ronnie cracked up laughing and I shook my head furiously at him.
"Brian's not my boyfriend!" I protested.
"That's not what Ronnie said." Robert said, genuinely believing Brian was my boyfriend.
"Oh you little fuck, you would say some shit like that." I opened the door to see Brian looking all cute. He took one look at me and started laughing.
"Did you not get the memo?" He said, quoting office space, one of our favorite movies.
"I'm going to need you to come in on friday too." I joked with him, and he laughed again.
"For real, it's my mom's birthday, we're going out to lunch. I thought I told you."
"No you didn't." I smiled at him. "I'll go get dressed though."
"No, I did." He insisted.
"Bri, it's no big deal, but no, no you didn't tell me."
"We've been friends forever, Tallia, you know we do this every year."
"Okay, I forgot. I've been busy lately." I said, slipping out of my clothes.
Brian squeezed his eyes shut. I was confused. We do this all the time. He's seen me in my panties before, all I'm doing is getting changed. What the hell is wrong with him. "I even told you yesterday. I texted you."
"Brian, you didn't, but seriously, what's wrong with you? You've seen me in my bra before, why are you squeezing your eyes shut?"
"Because it's weird."
"No, we're best friends. It's not weird. I've showered with you before."
"We were in bathing suits." He added.
"Still." I said. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just forget about coming to lunch, I guess it's not that important to you since you forgot." He huffed, walking out of the house.
"BRIAN!" I shouted after him. "What the hell?" Everything has been so Back Asswards lately, and now he's being like this? What the hell is up with him, and why is he acting so un-Brian-like?
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So basically I ignored Brian all weekend. I will continue to ignore him for the rest of the day, because I'm mad at him. All of the sudden he starts being a little bitch this morning, and I call him to talk to him and he hangs up me. I bet he's going to ignore me for the next few days. That's grand. I'll ignore him too.
My brother and his friends all sat down at their usual lunch table at school, and I continued walking to the table in the corner. I sat down only to find that Max of all people was following me.
"Hey there." Max smiled.
"What?" I asked in an edgy tone. I didn't want to be fucked with right now.
"Damn." He laughed. "Rough day Tallia?" He asked.
"Every day is rough." I cracked a smile.
"Yeah, tell me about it." He laughed. I rolled my eyes. "What?" He asked.
"This conversation is going nowhere." I shrugged. "Can we talk about something poignant?"
"Whoa." He breathed. "What the actual fuck happened to you?"
"Nothing, my best friend's being a pussy." I shook my head. "What else is new."
"Aww, I am not being a pussy!" Max said.
"You're not my bes'friend!" I laughed, slurring my last two words together, only causing Max to laugh harder.
"I know, but I got you to laugh." He smiled.
"Yes you did."
"So I'll see you next week at the talent show, right?" He asked. "The guys are excited that you'll be there too.
"Umm, I can't. I have to watch from the audience, because my brother's band is playing." I frowned. "But I'll scream really loud when you guys play."
"How loud?" He chuckled.
"THIS LOUD!" I screamed, causing people to stare at me. I rolled my eyes at them.
"See ya later." He smiled at me, and I began drawing in my notebook.
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"Welcome to Mojave Highschool's fifteenth annual talent show!" The teacher said, fake enthusiasm dripping from her mouth like the disgusting saliva from a rabid dog. I mentally rolled my eyes at her as the talent show started. I'm not going to lie, I felt that most of the 'talent' in this school was shit, and that I could kick most of these girls' asses at singing. Not to be a cocky bitch, but fuck yes I could. I was debating whether or not I should make a last minute addition to the talent show, and play 'Jumper' or 'Semi Charmed Life' by Third Eye Blind. After Almost Heroes played I did stand up and scream for Max as I said I would "I LOVE YOU!" I shouted, and Max waved at me as he walked off stage to sit back with the audience. Up next was my brother's band. I was in the front row, and Max came to sit down next to me.
"We are 3.0!" Mitch exclaimed as they began playing. Ronnie was not the best singer, and Robert was not the best at what he did, nor was Mitch the best at what he did, but they were still pretty good, and had potential. Then my brother dropped his microphone next to Max and I. Max jumped up and grabbed it, handing it back to Ronnie who respectfully nodded to him. Max smiled back. After Ronnie finished, his band sat in the row behind us. The girl that sang after them was shit. I wanted to pull my hair out.
"Max, do you know Semi Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind?" I asked him.
"Tillie, it's not nice to talk when she's performing, shut up!" Ronnie hissed.
"Yep, I can play it on guitar." Max whispered.
"Good, bring your guitar." I said, he grabbed his guitar and we ran back stage. I immediately found the teacher in charge of the talent show.
"Hello there, I am Tallia Radke, and This is Max Green, you should let us play."
"You didn't audition." She said, looking at her papers.
"I was sick." I lied.
"Oh, too bad. You can't play, besides he's already played."
"Fine. Then let me play." I grabbed the guitar from Max.
"Alright." She nodded. "But you can't win first place, you didn't audition and it's not fair."
"I don't care about winning I said."
"Fine, you can go last. Max, please return to your seat." She said to him, writing my name down on the list. I gave him a hug and he wished me goodluck.
"Don't tell Ronnie, I want to surprise everyone." I grinned at him.
"If he didn't figure it out already." Max nodded.
"Okay." I agreed, watching him walk away. This is so exciting. Ten horribly singing girls later, I walked out on stage. My brother stood up, and Max pulled him back down.
"I'm Tallia, and I'm actually good at singing." I winked at the girl scowling at me from the first row. "This is my rendition of Semi Charmed Life." I said, and I began playing the acoustic version of the song. My brother was grinning from the second row, and Max was sincerely impressed. Then I began singing and he was shocked. Is it that hard to believe I'm good? Damn.

Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do

I'm packed and I'm holding, I'm smiling
She's living, she's golden, she lives for me
Says she lives for me
Ovation, her own motivation

She comes 'round and she goes down on me
And I make her smile like a drug for you
Do ever what you want to do, coming over you
Keep on smiling what we go through
One stop to the rhythm that divides you

And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse
Chop another line like a coda with a curse
Come on like a freak show, takes the stage
We give them the games we play, she said

I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life baby, baby

I want something else
I'm not listening when you say
Goodbye

Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do

The sky was gold, it was rose
I was taking sips of it through my nose
And I wish it could get back there, some place back there
Smiling in the pictures you would take
Doing crystal meth will lift you up until you break

It won't stop, I won't come down
I keep stock with a tick-tock rhythm, a bump for the drop
And then I bumped up, I took the hit that I was given
Then I bumped again, then I bumped again

Said how do I get back there
To the place where I fell asleep inside you?
How do I get myself back to the place
Where you said?

I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life baby, baby

I want something else
I'm not listening when you say
Goodbye

I believe in the sand beneath my toes
The beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling
I believe in the faith that grows
And the four right chords can make me cry
When I'm with you I feel like I could die
And that would be all right, all right

And when the plane came in
She said she was crashing
The velvet it rips in the city
We tripped on the urge to feel alive

But now I'm struggling to survive
Those days you were wearing that velvet dress
You're the priestess I must confess
Those little red panties, they pass the test

Slide up around the belly face
Down on the mattress
And you hold me and we are broken
Still it's all that I want to do, just a little now

Feel myself head made of the ground
I'm scared, I'm not coming down, no, no
And I won't run for my life
She's got her jaws now locked down in a smile
But nothing is all right, all right

And I want something else
To get me through this life baby

I want something else
Not listening when you say
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo

The sky was gold, it was rose
I was taking sips of it through my nose
And I wish it could get back there, some place back there
In the place we used to start

Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo
(I want something else)
Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo
When I was singing the do's I heard Max and Ronnie's bands all singing it with me, even Mitch, whom I had a particular distaste for was singing. Everyone in the place who wasn't black (because, I'm sorry, black people don't normally listen to that kind of music) knew the song. It was released in nineteen ninety seven, and was a big hit on the radio. It's also my favorite song. I think. I mean, it is just so perfect, and meaningful, and fuck I'm in love with this song.
"Thank you to 3.0 and Almost Heroes for singing along." I laughed. They gave me a standing ovation and I got the hugest smile, walking off stage. I sadly walked out front of the auditorium, waiting for them all to come back. I didn't want to know who won.
"Tallia!" Max and Ronnie came running outside for me.
"Hey, did you guys win?" I asked them, grinning.
"Third place." Ronnie shrugged "But you got FIRST PLACE!" He said. "That was so perfect, you didn't even practice, how the fuck did you do that?" He asked.
"I love that song." I shrugged. "Wait, I what?"
"Go back inside, you won." Max grinned.
"Oh my gosh!" I screamed, running back into the auditorium.
"Oh, there she is." The lady who let me last minute perform said. "Here's your first place trophie, miss." She beamed. Second place was this really short girl who played the piano. She wasn't bad, but she was quite soporific, if you know what I mean. 3.0 was standing up there too, holding the trophie. Ronnie took his place with his band as the lady closed the talent show.
"Thank you all for coming! Have a great night." She smiled. The curtains closed, and before she could walk away I embraced her in a huge hug.
"Thank you." I said.
"You're welcome, but you better audition next year." She winked. I nodded. This was a great night, even though Brian had ruined my weekend, he hadn't ruined my week. Everything was perfect.
"Good job!" I hugged my brother. "You're such a pretty singer." I gushed.
"Guess it runs in the family." He laughed. "We must get it from mom, considering we have different dad's."
"We what?" I pulled back from him, looking horrified.
"Oh my god, I thought you knew." Was all he managed to say. I couldn't breath. How come nobody told me?
"Well, that would explain a lot." I said.
"Like what?" Ronnie asked.
"I have blonde hair and blue eyes, and I look nothing like our dad... well, your biological dad, and my dad too I guess." I said, trying to play it off like I didn't care. He fucking knew about something as important as that and didn't tell me?! What the flying fuck?
"I don't look like dad either." Ronnie said.
"We both look like mom, except you have brown hair and brown eyes. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. I was starting to think I came from fed ex." I said, nervously laughing.
"No, our mother told me." He shook his head. "It was a long time ago when she wanted to talk to me for like a week and then dissappeared. She's a stupid drug addict." He said. "I just didn't want to scare you. And I guess... wow I fucked that one up." He said staring at the ground. I would be pissed off, had he not felt so genuinely bad. So I didn't freak out. But when we got home after hanging out with Left and Almost Heroes for a few hours, I took a long shower and began to freak out. What a perfect way to ruin the perfect day, Ronnie.
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I had just gotten home from the gym with Brian. He and I weren't on the best of terms still, considering he wouldn't tell me what was going on with him. I told him about how Ronnie's dad wasn't my biological father. He just grunted. We worked out in complete silence, and he drove me back to my house in complete silence. He was supposed to help me with my Algebra two homework, but we wound up watching a movie with Max, Ronnie, and Robert instead. Midway through Wayne's world we all ended up talking, because we'd seen the movie a thousand times.
"Oh hey, Robert I meant to tell you, I won three tickets to go see Metallica, Rob Zombie, and Marilyn Manson for your birthday." I grinned. "I called the radio station and won."
"Don't you have to be eighteen?" He asked.
"Yeah" I shrugged. "BUT I WON! And the tickets came this morning, before I went to school I checked the mail. Look!" I said, holding them up.
"Thank you!" Robert grinned.
"Who's the third ticket for?" Ronnie asked, grinning. "Me?"
"No, it's for Brian of course." I said. I didn't know who else to take but my best friend, you know? I hope this would clear up any bad blood between us. Brian thanked me and I told them when we would be going. Ronnie and Max kind of looked bummed. I should say, Max looked bummed, Ronnie was being a jealous prick.
"Scream is on." Max declared, turning the channel. Sure enouh the movie Scream was midway through playing. I would have watched it but then I noticed the time.
"Oh, fuck." I said, looking at the time. "I absolutely must finish my homework."
"Okay. Tell me if you need help." Brian said, staying at his spot on the couch. I moved into the dining room, and began my homework. I had been working on it for about fourty five minutes, and had gotten only thirty problems done. It was really hard, and I didn't understand most of the bullshit on the page. I was never one for math. Actually, math was okay, I think it's just Algebra that's really hard. And i'm in the second year of it. Fuck. Amidst my suffering, Max came over and sat down next to me.
"Whatcha doin' over here?" I asked.
"I wanted to ask you something." He laughed.
"Okay?" I questioned him.
"Do you want to go out with me tomorrow night?" He grinned.
"I'm supposed to go over to Brian's." I said. "We were going to go to the gym again." I explained.
"Who?" Max asked.
"My best friend..." I said slowly. Did he not know the guy he was sitting next to on the couch, really? What an airhead Max could be.
"Oh yeah." He recalled, laughing. "Please?"
"Sure I'll go out with you tonight. I'm mad at him anyways right now, so sure. Where to?" I smiled excitedly.
"To the movies." He shrugged. "Do you like horror films?"
"Love them." I smiled. I looked up to see the guys, or what was left of them. Brian stormed off into the kitchen, and returned with keys. He then walked out the front door and slammed it. Robert had this uneasy look on his face, and Ronnie was grinning like an idiot. I looked back at Max to see him with the same expression.
"Cool I'll see you tomorrow night then." He smiled at me, returning his attention to whatever movie he was watching with my brother. They had become extremely close friends. And unfortunately for me, Max and Ronnie were closer than Max and I were. I didn't quite like that. I missed having Max to myself. But then I realized it.
OH MY GOD I HAVE A DATE WITH MAX. I shouted in my head. Does that mean he kind of likes me too? Because ever since that day I hung out with his band at their practice, I kind of had this little thing going for him. And it had become a much bigger thing since then. Wait, does this mean i'm his girlfriend? Or is it just a date. Whatever. I'm kind of excited. I ran off to my bedroom, not even caring about Brian's departure like I should have. But he's been such a cunt lately, I don't care.
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I slipped on a shiny black tube dress, and some converse, looking in the mirror, I pulled the outfit off and threw it under the bed. I got on a pair of black shorts, Doc Martens, and a black flannel shirt with a white undershirt. I looked at the outfit, but didn't like the colors. Black and white. Makes me look like a jail bird. I kept the shorts and shoes, and pulled out another shirt. This one was an off the shoulder crop top with a Rolling Stones logo on the front of it. I looked in the mirror this time. How did I go from formal to totally casual? Whatever. I look cute.
"Where ya goin'?" Ronnie asked Ronnie as I walked out the door at nine.
"Out." I said.
"With who?" He smiled.
"Max." I said.
"Have fun." He grinned. I had a feeling there was something going on that I didn't know about. But I shook off this feeling and walked out the door. I got in the car, which I apparently was NOT supposed to be driving, and drove to the Cinema.
I walked inside and I didn't see Max, so I sat down on one of the benches. He's probably just late. Guys are always late to things.
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An hour ago he was supposed to be here. It's ten now, and I'm sitting infront of the theater against it's stupid brick walls. I started to cry. What a jerk. He did this on purpose. Getting up, I began to walk to the car. There were happy couples just about everywhere, which only made me cry harder. I got in the car, and put in a CD. The Downward Spiral by Nine Inch Nails. It was probably my favorite album in the entire world. When Hurt came on I started crying really hard. It's my favorite song, but then again I have a lot of favorite songs. This is my favorite depressingly sad song. I don't exactly know what happened after that. Everything happened in a flash second. There was lights, shattered glass, and a loud crash noise. Then this unbearable pain. The worst you could imagine. And red. Red was everywhere, and I'm almost positive it was coming from my head.
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"Pain." I mumbled. "I'm going to stab Max." I said again, as my eyes fluttered open. Brian was the first person I saw. His face was literally touching mine.
"TALLIA!" He shouted. "Oh my god." He squeezed me into a tight hug. I screeched. It hurt to move. All I feel is pain.
"W-what happened?" I asked as my best friend released his death grip on my fragile body.
"You were driving back from the movie theater and you got into a wreck." Brian said. I looked around the room. All the walls were white. Max was passed out on one of the couches, and my brother was talking on the phone with someone. And then I remembered what happened. I looked at Max and growled. "Bri, do me a favor." I said.
"Anything, love." He smiled. "Whatcha want me to get for you."
"I want you to punch Max for me." I said, the tears returning to my face.
"Wait until you see his face." Ronnie said, coming to my bedside. "Brian did a real number on it."
"What are we talking about?" Max stood up ruffling his hair in that (adorable) sleepy manner. I looked at his face, he had a huge bruise on his cheek bone. I smiled a bit at this. But then glared at the boy.
"I don't even want you here." I said. "Can you just leave?"
"For what? The whole date thing?" Max asked. I nodded, Brian held onto my hand. I'm so lucky to have such an amazing friend, even if we have been fighting lately. He's still always there for me. "That whole thing was Ronnie's idea."
Wide-eyed, I looked at my brother, who was quick to defend himself. "I-I just wanted to get back at you for the concert." He said. "I'm sorry. I'm a jealous prick."
"You're such a fucking dick." I spat at Ronnie.
"Till, calm down." Brian said. "You're heart monitor is going to explode."
"No, you know what? You NEVER think about anyone other than yourself, Ronnie! The whole world must revolve around you or something."
"I'm sorry! I didn't think you were going to be so upset. And it's not mine, or Max's, fault that you crashed." He said. "You did that one on your own."
Brian's head shot up to defend me. "You hurt your sisters feelings by doing this." He seethed. "And had she not gone out to go meet Max, she would've been at my house, and wouldn't have gotten into the crash!" He shouted. Max just shook his head and laughed.
"Dude, your 'girlfriend' ditched you to hang out with me." Max laughed. "And you still fucking defend her."
"She's not my girlfriend." Monte said. "She's my bestfriend, but why does that matter? You're still a fucking douche bag, man." Brian said.
"Wanna punch me in the face again?" Max said. "I'm sure us fighting is really good for her getting better.
"I'd love to see him hit you again, Max." I fake smiled.
"Whatever. I'm sorry you broke a few ribs in a car crash. Maybe you shouldn't be so vulnerable. Your fault. Not mine, and way to throw me under the bus man!" Max said to me and Ronnie, walking away.
"Dude!" Ronnie yelled at Max. "Why are you being such a dick?"
"Like you're any better. You're not the good guy in this situation either. I love how you threw me under the bus." Max said. "This is what I get for helping you out."
"I-" Ronnie couldn't come up with anything, because he was just as guilty as Max was.
"At least I'm being straight with this. Look, I'm sorry Tallia." Max said. "I didn't mean for you to get in a wreck." He looked very apologetic but I didn't make any move to forgive him. He then glared at my brother "You just do something really shitty and say 'wahh, I love you, I'm your brother, please forgive me?' and then everything's okay. You're such a prick." Max went to leave again, but Brian turned him around and punched him in the face.
"Wow." I breathed. "Thanks for that." Brian smiled.
"Don't mention it." He said, kissing me on the forehead. Max scowled and walked out of the room.
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It was Robert's birthday today, and we were going to the concert right now. It has been like two weeks since my accident, and I have a bandage around my middle still. Lucky I got the hard cast off a few days ago.
"You gonna be alright in that soft cast?" Robert asked.
"Rob, we're going to see Metallica, Rob Zombie, and Marilyn Manson." I squealed in excitement, only to double over in pain.
"I can't believe Marilyn Manson's gonna be here." Monte noted.
"THAT'S MY SECOND FAVORITE FUCKING PERSON IN THE WORLD!" I shouted.
"Who's your first favorite?" Robert wondered.
"Brian." I hugged my best friend.
"Aww. I'm so touched."
"So when are you guys getting married and having cute little Monte babies?" Robert asked. I smacked him in the arm.
"We're just friends." I said. Robert gave us an "mhmm, sure" look and we walked into the venue. We were three hours early. Nobody else was here.
"Why did we have to come three hours early?" Brian asked.
"So we could be the first ones in to see my BABIES!" I screamed.
"Riiiight." Robert laughed. "And i'm the Metallica fan."
"Shut up birthday boy." I smiled.
"Come at me, bro." He puffed up his chest and I looked at Brian.
"Sick him, boy." I pointed at Robert, and Brian just laughed.
"Hey, I'm not your boy toy." He laughed.
"Sure as hell seems like it." Robert mumbled.
"What was that Robert?" Brian asked. I giggled.
"Oh nothing, buddy." Robert said. Then he coughed. "Whipped." Now it was my turn to smack him. He just laughed.
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"THEY LOVE YOU WHEN YOU'RE ON ALL THE COVERS! WHEN YOU'RE NOT THEN THEY LOVE... ANOTHER!" I screamed along with one of my favorite musicians. Marilyn Manson walked to the side of the stage we were on, and started singing to me. I melted.
"We're all stars now, in the dope show!" He sang, as I smiled along with him. I felt a humungous blush creep onto my face as the performer looked at his guitar player and nodded his head in my direction. A guitar pick was flung in my direction and several people went for it. Sadly I didn't catch it. I was going to cry, but Brian tapped me on the shoulder and handed the pick to me. I squealed and smiled at him. He smiled back. For some reason we just stood there like idiots staring at each other. Next thing I know my BEST FRIEND is leaning down towards my face, connecting our lips. And the weird thing is... I'm kissing him back. I felt his hands go to my waist, and I winced in pain. He moved his hands instead to my bottom. I giggled a little bit at this.
"I FUCKING KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Robert shouted over the music. Everyone around us cheered. I'm not sure if it was for us or for the music but I didn't care.
"I think I've wanted to do that for the past couple of weeks. It's why I was so weird around you." Brian said, kissing my neck.
"Mmm." I sighed. "One of my favorite musicians is on stage and I'm making out with my best friend. Can today get any weirder?"
"Umm, Tallia." Monte said.
"Shhh. Just kiss me, it's totally okay." I said, kissing him. He kept trying to talk though.
"Tallia, turn around." He said, turning me around.
"OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDD!" I screamed. Marylin Manson was standing on the railing that Robert and I were pressed up against.
"Everything has been said before, There's nothing left to say anymore. When it's all the same,You can ask for it by name. Babble babble bitch bitch. Rebel rebel party party-" He sang and then pointed to Brian and I "Sex sex sex and don't forget the violence." I blushed like a madwoman.
"Oh wow." Robert laughed. "That was discrete." Brian laughed too. I was facing the stage now, and he was standing directly behind me, his hands on my hips as I was dancing around to the music.
"Goodnight Las Vegas, you guys are some crazy motherfuckers!" Marilyn Manson yelled. Now was the time that the people in the stands got up and used the bathroom and got drinks. If you were on the floor, though, you knew better than to move, because you didn't want to lose your spot. The next band, Metallica, wouldn't be on for another fifteen minutes.
"Umm, so wow, you two." Robert coughed. I turned around and looked up at Brian who smiled.
"I think this is us unofficially getting together." Brian laughed, kissing me. He lifted me up to sit on the railing and I wrapped my legs around his waist. All too soon a security guard came over and shoved me off the railing.
"My ribs are broken." I said. "I could have gotten really hurt from that."
"Dude, what the hell?" Brian asked the guy, who upon seeing my bandages widened his eyes.
"I'm sorry. But you can't sit on the railing." He said.
"You could have said so." Robert told the guy.
"Who's your boss?" I asked. "I don't think you should forcibly push people off the railing. Especially people who broke their ribs in a car accident a few weeks ago." I huffed.
"Look, ma'am I'm sorry." He said. "I shouldn't have pushed you."
"Damn right you shouldn't have." I huffed, folding my arms.
"...Do you want to stand backstage. I mean, someone with broken ribs shouldn't be on the floor while Metallica's playing. There are always mosh pits." The security guard offered.
"Do we want," Robert said. "OF FUCKING COURSE!" He said, jumping over the railing.
"Here..." Brian said, lifting me up and handing me to the security guard, who set me down quickly. Brian then jumped over the railing.
"Follow me." The guy said.
"TALLIA, YOU BREAKING YOUR RIBS WAS POSSIBLY THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME!" Robert screamed in excitement. Brian just laughed at him, while holding on to my hand tightly. I didn't like the feeling of kissing Brian. It was just something I wasn't going to protest. Not tonight anyways. I don't like Brian like that at all... I've only ever seen him as my closest best friend. Kissing him is like kissing Ronnie. I don't want to know what that's like. I don't want to do it. It disgusts me. And it's a creepy thought even. But Brian's not my actual brother, so I'll just go with it. I'll let him touch me, and kiss me, and I won't protest. At the sam time, though... I'm dating my best friend. Oh my gosh is this weird or what. Oh the month I have been having.
Besides, maybe if I'm with Brian long enough, I'll forget about stupid Max. Brian's such a loving, caring person. I can't not fall in love with someone like that, right? I mean, what kind of stupid girl falls for the guy who doesn't care.
Well... me?