Teenagers

Maybe Its Time

Miles had been released from school for the rest of the day so he just drove around town. He didn't want to go home since he didn't want to hear his mom going on about how this was the 100th time he was in the principal's office. Miles knew the school called him which was why his phone was blowing up, but oh well.

He drove around mindlessly till he noticed he was low on gas. He pulled into a gas station and filled up the tank. He also walked in to get a Snickers since he was sorta hungry and a Mountain Dew. He put the things on the counter and the cashier started scanning the two items.

"$3.25" he said. Miles pulled out his wallet to get the money. "Has anyone ever told you that you look sorta like Gerard Way? You know the vampire lookin like guy" Miles froze as the guy kept going on. "Actually you look slightly like Frank. Didn't they get married?"

Miles cleared his throat and pulled out $4 and handed it to him. "I get that a lot and yeah they're married"

The guy gave Miles his change and he grabbed the items. He sighed in relief as he walked back to the car. Miles never really showed his face to the public. If his parents went to an event they would invite him and he would decline. He didn't want to feel like a show dog.

'Hey look. That's Gerard and Frank's baby. He was born from a guy' He knew how people were because of Dylan.

Dylan had always been in the public eye. His dad always had to go to events for publicity or for the band's he has signed. The whole Wentz family was always invited and Dylan always had a hard time saying no to his mom, even though he hated cameras.

Every once in awhile Dylan would get some hate on social media for his becomings. Miles just wanted a private life. That's why all his social media accounts were on private and he never told strangers his last name.

Of course all the students at the school knew who he was, but they never told the internet or anyone since they were terrified. The only person that did say something on social media ended up getting his ass kicked. Ever sophomore had told the freshmen that story causing them to know not to mess with Miles.

On Dylan's social media accounts he would sometimes post pictures of the two. It would be of them just chilling and people would ask who he was, but Dylan never said who he was.

Miles realized that school got out awhile ago and he remembered he was suppose to met with the guys. He pulled out the piece of paper from his pocket and drove to the unknown location.
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Patrick, Pete, and Bliss had got off the car and walked into the police station. They walked to the main desk where one officer was sitting at.

"We'll like to file a report" Pete said.

"Alright. What seems to be the problem?" the officer asked.

"My daughter here was sexual assaulted" Pete said.

"Alright. Any proof?" Pete rolled his eyes and turned to Patrick who handed him the camera.

"Here. My daughter, Bliss Wentz, went to a party last night with her siblings and a family friend found her sorta unconscious and clothes messed up. My husband found these pictures earlier today"

The officer was about to talk but the phone rang. He answer it and Pete stood there as Bliss and Patrick went to sit down.

The officer hung up and looked at Pete. "I believe we might have the guy who did the crime to your daughter already. Come in tomorrow with Miss Wentz at noon and she would pick the guy out of line"

"Thank you"
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Miles pulled over in front of the house and turned off the engine. He took the last sip of his drink and got off the car, making sure to lock the doors. He walked up the pathway and hesitated before knocking. He waited nervously for someone to answer the door.