Bandit Lee Way is my name. {EDITING ^~^}

B.L.W.I.M.N. CH. 3

"How about we go and watch the rest of the movie?" Cherry suggested, once I had finished sobbing into her sweater. I grinned at her; my mood had greatly improved since they had broken their silence. Few people got to hear their voices, so I felt special.

"Sure." I replied, getting up and walking over to the living room. As I made it over to the couch, I remembered my phone that I had chucked across the room, then I sprinted up the stairs to retrieve said phone. As I examined the phone to see who had been calling, it started to ring again. So, naturally I answered the call, "Hello?"

"Is this Bandit?" The voice, a guy's voice called uncertainly.

"That depends on who's calling me." I chuckled into the receiver, and the voice let out a laugh of both relief and recognition.

"It's me, Mikey." The voice- Mikey said. I just vaguely remembered giving him my number at school the other day. I had written it on a post-it note and stuck it to the inside of one of his textbooks,

"Oh, hello, Mikey Gilbert, what's up?" I giggled, awaiting his response.

"I was- um, wondering if I could go over to yours so you can help me get caught up on all of the work I've missed." He seemed nervous. It was cute, to say the least.

"Sure you can!" I exclaimed, "When do you want to come over?"

"Is tomorrow okay with you?" He asked shyly, and I could almost see him blushing and pulling one of the sleeves of his sweater over his hand.

"Of course!" I replied excitedly. "Anything else you need?"

"Nope." He said popping the p. "That would be it, Madam Bandit." He said letting out a low chuckle.

"Bye Mikey." I giggled as I hung up and walked over to where Lily and Cherry were watching The Nightmare before Christmas.

"Oh, Mikey!" Cherry Teased, mocking my voice on the phone with Mikey, just seconds before. I shot her a warning glare and took my seat on the sofa.

"I love you Mikey" Lily spoke, joining her sister in the teasing.

I felt my cheeks heating up. "You know," I started, a wild grin on my face, "I think I liked it better when you were mute." I joked, hurling a pillow at them.

About forty-five minutes into the movie, I fell asleep, only to be awoken by somebody picking me up. I cracked one of my eyes open to see my dad. "Hey, Dad." I whispered, looking up at him. He looked like shit, to say the least. His eyeliner had smudged, and he looked like he'd been crying for hours. I bet I looked even worse.

"Hey B, I'm taking you to your room to sleep properly." He said, giving me a forced smile.

"Alright." I said, yawning. We made our way up the stairs, down the hallway, and he plopped me down on my bed. I situated myself under the covers before muttering a goodnight and I love you which he returned.

"Goodnight, B."

He closed the door, and I listened to his footsteps echoing in the silent house as he made his way down the stairs, to his room. I shut my eyes, and begged sleep to come my way, but all I saw when my lids fluttered shut was my mom's face. After a long while of tossing and turning, I heard the faint, yet familiar, sound of my dad's crying. I got out of bed and pulled on some slippers. I made it to my dad's door and gave it a soft knock. After a few seconds with no response, I cautiously pushed the door open a little. "Dad, Are you alright?" I questioned, but then I spotted his figure hunched at the foot of the bed- shaking. "Hey, it's okay," I murmured, making shushing noises as I hugged him. After a few minutes of comforting each other, his crying turned into soft sniffles. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He said shakily. That was a blatant lie, of course. I shot him a look that told him that I didn't need any more bullshit, and he let out a sigh. "Alright, alright," He said, putting his hands up in mock surrender, "I'm really not well right now, B. It's gonna take some time"

"Don't worry, Dad" I said, trying really hard to sound reassuring both for my dad, and for myself. "We'll be okay." I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "How are you? Are you okay?" He questioned, realizing that this was hurting me too.

"Yeah, I'm alright." I said- and it was true. I loved my mother, but she never really did much for me. My dad was the one who had always been there for me, not my mom. "We'll pull through this together, I promise." I nearly whispered, hugging my dad.

"Okay." He sniffled. "You should probably go to bed."

I smiled at how quickly he returned to his fatherly self. "I don't really think you should sleep here tonight, Dad." I said, figuring that it would only remind him of Lindsey. I didn't even consider her my mom at that point- she was just Lindsey to me. "Are Lily and Cherry still here?" I asked, noticing that I hadn't seen them since I fell asleep.

"No," He said. "Frank took them home." He said, blushing slightly as he said Frank's name. I'd have to ask him about that later...

"Then go sleep in the guest room." I half suggested, half ordered with a smile.

He smiled back, taking my hand and getting us up off the bedroom floor. "Okay." he muttered, and we got up and left the room. After my dad made his way to the guest room, I trudged up the stairs to my room.

Being that sleep refused to come, I decided to check my e-mail. Most of the items in my inbox consisted of notifications from Facebook, one of which a friend request from Mikey. I logged in, accepting his request, and I noticed he was online as well.

Me: Hey, Mikey! What are you doing up this late?

Mikey: I can't sleep what about you?

Me: same here. So, what's up?

Mikey: Oh, I'm just listening to music.

Me: What kind of music?

Mikey: Random songs on the Fall Out Boy radio.

Me: What's playing now?

Mikey: Dead by My Chemical Romance.

Me: Oh, I like that song.

Mikey: It's one of the few MCR songs I haven't heard before. It's good.

Me: Cool!

It sort of surprised me that he hadn't figured out that my dad was famous. I assumed the last name was enough. A part of me however, was really glad he didn't know. I was sick of being treated differently because of my parents' fame. And it was good to know that he wanted to hang out with me because of me, and not my dad.

Me: So, what's your favorite band?

Mikey: Black Veil Brides.

Me: I love Andy. I think he's really rad.

Mikey: Totally! Anyway, I hear my mom coming upstairs, I have to go. See you tomorrow.

Me: Okay! Bye.

I logged out of Facebook and tried to go to sleep. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, I felt sleep tugging at my body. I welcomed the comfortable feeling, and let sleep take over.

I woke up to my alarm beeping noisily. "Shut the fuck up." I grunted in the general direction of the alarm, and slapped the snooze button. I got up and made the horrible mistake of looking in the mirror. I winced at the girl who stared back at me. I had bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep I'd been receiving. There were remnants of eyeliner that had run down my face, and my eyes were still red and puffy from the amount of tears that had been shed.

"Fuck this." I muttered as I put on a light layer of foundation. Cleaning up the eyeliner from yesterday- I perfected a wing and nodded at my reflection with modest approval. I walked out of my room and made my way into the kitchen. I grabbed a cereal bar and skateboard, pushing open my front door, and propelling myself down the drive way and to the school. I wasn't totally sure I'd be able to tolerate the hell-hole called school much longer.