Milo's P.O.V
With everything loaded in the Tahoe I own, I went back inside to go say 'good-bye' to my family. Well, everyone except my twin brother, Wesley. He's coming with me, Parker, and Macey.
"I still don't understand why you chose a college in Washington!" My mother bawled onto my shoulder, earning an eyeroll from me. She over exaggerates everything.
"For the last time, I want a change of scenery." I said, patting her back in an attempt of comfort. I really didn't care that she was crying like this. It's not like I'm never coming back. She acting like I'm dying.
"You could have chosen a college in Delaware! Or even New York or Ohio!" My mother screeched. Okay, I'm done. Completely done.
"Look, mom, we have to go. Bye! Love you!" I replied, hugging my mother and running outside and into the car where Wesley was waiting.
"What took you so long?!" Wesley exclaimed as I backed out of the driveway.
"Mom." I replied and drove off towards Macey's house. She lived two neighborhoods away. Sometimes I really wish she wasn't like this. Ugh. Wesley turned on 'Hospital For Souls' by Bring Me The Horizon, knowing it would calm me down. I laughed as we pulled up at Macey's house. Parker stayed the night there so it would be easier on us.
We sat there for twenty minutes before I started getting annoyed. They should have been ready by now! I told them this morning I would be here by 9 and it's fucking 9:22! I beeped the horn causing them to flee out of the house. Loading their stuff in the back, Parker complained about sleep and climbed into the car.
With that, we were on our way to Washington.
*Time Skip to when they arrive at teh college*
I parked the car and I've never seen Macey or Parker so relieved in their life. They literally jumped out of the car. Wesley and I were originally from Canada and moved to Baltimore last year so, we were used to long ass car rides.
"Jeez, guys. Didn't know you hated us that much." Wesley said, acting hurt as we hauled our stuff into the school. I had previously went inside and got our dorm numbers, keys, and schedules.
Ignoring the complaints from them about the weight of the boxes, I walked down the quiet hallway, searching for my dorm. Finally, I caught sight of a door with the number 767 on it. Sighing in relief, I grabbed my key and unlocked the door.
The signs of a another person living here was clear. There was clothes, food, and soda cans all over the goddamn place! Great. I get paired up with a guy. I thought in my head. There was an Xbox 360, Wii, and PS4 all hooked up to a T.V with a regular T.V next to it. Like who the fuck is gonna use a damn T.V when you have Netflix? I chuckled to myself and, thankfully, found my room.
Unpacking everything, I started singing the lyrics to a song I wrote called 'Neon Pegasus'.
Spread your wings, Neon Pegasus
And go flying through the night.
They can take your glitter,
But they can't take away your sparkle.
And the thousand arm robot octopus,
Will try to grab your golden reins.
But your wings are strong
From the battle over Cupcake Mountain.
Never again to be lonely.
Never again to be without a home.
Never to bow to the Gummy King's throne.
Never again. Never again.
Never again to be put down by the
Marzipan girl at the Silver Lake Lounge.
Soaring over it all,
High up in the clouds. Never again. Never again.
Yeah,
When I first saw you, defeating the gummy king's
Gluten powered armada, in the darkness of space,
I knew, you were no ordinary pegasus!
Un-break your heart, Neon Pegasus
And go climbing through the stars.
Out there with your dreams.
Your sparkly dreams.
And the genetically modified salamander
With a face just like George Clooney
Can't track you down with the
Rockabilly worm from Spaceland.
Never again to be lonely.
Never again to be without a home.
Never to bow to the Gummy King's throne.
Never again. Never again.
Never again to be put down by the
Marzipan girl at the Silver Lake Lounge.
Soaring over it all,
High up in the clouds. Never again. Never again.
No matter how insane and ridiculous
They may seem,
You must follow
Your dreams.
(A/N: All credit for that song goes to it's original owner, Parry Gripp. This is just for the sake of the story)
As I finished, my stomach growled. Ugh. I walked into the kitchen area and looked through the cupboards for food. I found some cereal and decided to just eat that. I swear to God, I'm going to the fucking store in the morning. I thought and ate it.
After putting the bowl in the sink, taking a shower, and changing into pajamas, I climbed into my bed. I turned the light off, shoved earbuds into my ears, and fell asleep, BTS blasting Korean words in my ears.
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Rat-A-Tat
Teen FictionMilo Jacobs was happy to go off to college. Especially since the college was in Washington state, far from Baltimore and her family. With a few friends that got accepted with her, Milo heads off a little early than planned. Everything's fine until s...
