a mess || brian quinn

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Casey's pov

We pulled out of the driveway as I saw Q storm out and get
into his car. Bessie clicked on the radio and I focused my attention on background melodies rather than the things
that would cause me more anxiety.

"So what's up girl?" She used that stereotypical white girl
voice which, I had to admit,
did make me laugh.

"Nothing much. You know, besides all that." I said biting my fingernails.

"Forget about all that, Cas. We're going to leave that behind us and have an awesome day, ok?" I nodded at her as she turned up the radio.

"Ooooh I love this song!!!" She squealed.

It was Heathens by Twenty Øne Pilots. I loved this song too.

"Come on girl sing it!"

I just lightly hummed.

"Casssss, come onnnn." Bessie whined glancing at me before focusing her eyes back on the road.

"Ok, ok." I couldn't hold off on singing it anymore so we both belted out the lyrics, and to be honest, it felt good.

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All my friends are heathens. Take it slow

Wait for them to ask you who you know

Please don't make any sudden moves

You don't know the half of the abuse

All my friends are heathens. Take it slow

Wait for them to ask you who you know

Please don't make any sudden moves

You don't know the half of the abuse

Welcome to the room of people

Who have rooms of people that they loved one day

Docked away

Just because we check the guns at the door

Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades

You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you

You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you

You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?"

But after all I've said

Please don't forget

All my friends are heathens. Take it slow

Wait for them to ask you who you know

Please don't make any sudden moves

You don't know the half of the abuse