Misfits (A MDE Fan Fic Sequel)

We're all a bit fucked up inside

~Alex's POV~

It was rolling around to concert time. Johnnie was pumped. I was happy FOR him. I get dressed. All 8 of us decide to meet for dinner ahead of time before the concert. So we head to a local place that was really  good. What a wonderful last meal. We arrive and everyone is there as planned. We are soon sat at a giant table with room for all 8 of us. I take my seat in between Johnnie and Jeydon.

We all order our food. I see Jordan picking at his food.

~Jordan's POV~

I pick at the food. I can't attempt eating. I was already fat enough. This was extra weight I didn't feel like eating and working my ass to burn off. I gotta play it cool for the others so they wouldn't suspect anything. I pick at it. Taking bites and spitting them back into the napkin. I did this in a normal fashion so it wouldn't seem out of the blue.

~Jeydon's POV~

Why the fuck are so many people staring at me? I flip my bangs more into my face. The looks, the stares, even the glances all made me feel like a freak. I was out of place. I would never let anyone see the right side of my face. It's my worst side. Even though my left isn't much better. God the looks hurt like daggers. I felt so trapped. I was so insecure and I hate it. I can't help it.

~Shannon's POV~

No please don't stare at my hair. Don't stare at my face. Don't stare at me in general. Please. You don't understand how much it hurts having this hair condition, having this kind of fear. Social anxiety and my insecurities get the best of me. Please. Stop staring. P L E A S E!

~Bryan's POV~

Why does it seem I make everything worse? I just fuck up everything. I can't help but to please everyone. But I am not always able to do this. It breaks me. If I can't please someone, I break down. I think about it. Over and over. I let it take over me. I'm a mess, I'm a fuck up, I can't please anyone. I can't even help myself.

~Johnnie's POV~

I hope I've made some impact on Alex's life. I just can't help her. She goes back and does it. I think I'm doing something wrong. I think I'm making it worse. Oh god. Of course I am.

~Kyle's POV~

Being surrounded by such caring and loving people can't help me but to think what if I lost them? Every single one of these amazing people that have helped so much...just...disappeared...? I can't be alone. Being alone is one of my biggest fears. Leaving me alone just leads to those thoughts I had so many years ago. It can't end up like that. No never again.

((I might be making some short chapters but then when the real plot hits they'll be longer))