Bulls In The Bronx [Fan Fiction] Project - By RainPierce
Hold On Till May II
"Um, I'll pass." I replied, almost uneasy. Oh god, If I couldn't stand even being near Grace, might as well just not go to a party with her. It's an easy ticket to destroying her self being. I knew so many things about her, you'd think I'm obsessed. But it's just that I know Grace too well, I could easily embarass her in front of everybody. And she'll end up hating me, but that's something that is not that important to even brag about. People hate, whatever, life goes on. I never did anything to her, so I don't know what had ticked it.
Grace nodded in response, grabbing her bag, and glances at Jack.
"Well, let's go."Jack says, shrugging a bit. He looked down at me, and smiled, "Hope you feel better."
Then, they head out.
Dad comes in with a glass of water and pills.
"By the way, I contacted that band you like.. Praise the Ball?" He says, unsure. Oh god, you picklehead. I couldn't help but laugh at that too. What a way to stop cursing and making up insults.
"Pierce the Veil." I corrected, shaking my head, laughing.
He chuckles, almost embarassed. "Yeah. So I spoke to them and thanked them about everything. Y'know, being super heroes and stuff. Saving my little girl."
I smiled, and spread my arms wide, inviting my dad for a huge hug. He smiled and put the glass of water and the pills on the coffee table, and bent over to embrace me. He squeezed me a bit tightly, but in a comforting way. I could feel his heartbeat, and I couldn't help but smile more. I was greatful for having him. Not so many people have Dads like mine. He may be a fucktruck sometimes, but I loved this man with all my being. He squeezed me a bit more, and I yelped. "Dad! Stop!" I laughed, trying to push him off. Until he did.
"Sorry." He raised his hands in defense.
"I'll kick your 6'1 ass." I joked, causing him to burst out laughing.
"Not now, I gotta head upstairs." I said and stood up on my feet. "Y'know, awesome human beings like me get tired a bit easily." I teased, reaching over to take the pills. He laughed, and rolled his eyes. I grabbed the pils, and placed them on my tongue. I swallowed the pills and drunk almost half of the water. "Wooo, Yeah." I stretched a bit.
"OK, super girl." He chuckled, crossing his arms around his chest.
"Um, Dad... I'm head to LA. Probably next week for sure? Or this week? Eh." I trailed off, unsure.
He nodded, "Let me now, gotta prepare myself to have a party to celebrate you leaving." He joked, grinning.
I rolled my eyes, and scoffed, "Yeah right, you'll miss me."
He shrugged, "Yeah, right."
I laughed and walked upstairs, "G'night, I guess." I shouted, as I walked up the stairs, earning a wave from him. As I entered the second floor, I headed towards my room at the end of the hall. As soon as I was an inch away from my door, I quickly turned the knob over and pushed the door in. I rushed inside, and quickly shut the door behind me. I leaned against the door, bitting my fist. I was trying so hard not to cry. Even though Michael was a huge asshole, I loved him. He was my asshole. Mine.