Criminal of the Warped

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SAMS POV:
"Sammantha!!" My dad calls! God I hate that name it's so feminine. It's way to feminine. I've told him way to many many times to call me Sam but anyway I still head out of my room and out into the hallways that are for some reason Bright blue. I'm pretty sure it matches my hair. I walk Down the hallway and Into the living room. I look around and see the boring plain things I've seen for years. The same crappy blue paint on the wall, the same Nic-Naks that have been there since I was born. "So, Sammantha, I was talking with you're mother about you going to Warped Tour..." He starts to say.
"She said no, didn't she?"
"Well she said you can go.... If you have an adult with you and um also she booked a hotel room for you and your support group friends"
"Yes!!! And thank you!!
"Remember an adult has to be with you at all time!" He says as I'm running back down the
Long hallway into my room. I shut my door and launch on to my bed. I scream into my pillow which become weird because my pillow case is a picture of Andy Biersack.
I look up and see the picture me and my friends took right after Hunt was released intensive care at Rogers because his anorexia had gotten really bad. It had gotten so bad they had to feed him though a feeding tube and he actually weighed 50 pounds. Besides that he won't tell anybody what happened there. He acts like something really bad happened there. So, We all went out and went and watched a movie.  We went to see Paper towns. It was great and we had a lot of fun. 

I look over at my phone and I have a text from Hunt. Oh that's right, I called him asking him if he was okay. He hasn't seem right these days, he seems so skinny and when we go out to lunch or anywhere he never seems to eat. When he's over I ask him if he wants anything and he always be says he's not hungry and other stuff like that. Its like the spark in his brown eyes is gone.
I unlock my phone and go to text Hunt back. 
Yo, Hunt! Guess what  my parents just bought me tickets to Warped Tour and they booked us at room at the nearest hotel for the ENTRIE weekend!!"
  I set my phone down and go and grab my
Music note backpack and start to pack for the weekend. I riffle though my messy drawers to find clothes. I first find my BRING ME THE HORZION tank-top which is all black with white letters. 

I also find my Falling in Reverse shirts. It's my favorite, it's black and has a lyrics from one of their best songs. It's really really cool. It's got devil horns on.

The next shirt I find is my lovely Motionless in White tank top. It's got like a skeleton hand with its middle finger up. The details are amazing, I wish I could draw like that one day.

I find some other band merch to sleep in and stuff but the one thing I can't live without is my chest binder. I usually don't need it because I've been feeling really feminine lately but I always bring it on trips just incase. Mines a half binder, so it's cut kinda like a sports bra but instead of making you're breasts look perky, the binder applies pressure to your chest making it  look flat. The one I have is black, my favorite color actually.

I hear a small beeping sound. I turn around and see my phone being spammed. Hunt must have told the rest of the group. Thanks, buddy.
I walk over from my dresser to my bed and go to pick up my phone. I see a text from All three of them.
Hey, shortie. Just got your text can't wait till this weekend. Love you, short stack. -Huntoo
He said he loves me. Ugh! No stop Sam. You can't love him. He's you're best friend. That would just be weird.
Yo,yo,yo. Sam, Samoo, sami. Hunt told me about your mom renting us the room. Tell her I said thanks.  -Christian the gay Potato.
   That boy is freaking weird but who can blame him.

Sup, so you're mom really cool with you sleeping a room full of  guys. -mike
"Yeah, she doesn't care cause she knows your asexual and aromatic. So.... And she knows hunt doesn't have feelings for me and Chris the potato is gay. -Sam

Dude Hunt, this weekend is going to be lit!
Yo, yo Chris the potato! I will make sure to.

  I flip down on my bed and slowly curl up on top of my Black and Purple T-dye bed sheets and slowly drift fast asleep well dreaming that one day we could call life paradise.