I put my feet on the couch and switched on the TV. Ahh, MCR weekly was on. Katy walked in.
"Move over. I wanna watch Nicki Minaj and the seven hoes." she kicked me off the sofa and grabbed the remote.
We had been fighting like this for years.
"Dad hates that show!" I screamed and ran out.
I missed him. Everyone did. Apart from Katy. The slut couldn't care less. I ran into her room and grabbed her diary. Some off her entries were going on Youtube.
"Dear diary, today Connor put his hand on my boob.... Eww.... Um.... And then Harry did the same. On the other boob....EWWW!" I shouted way to loud.
That would make a great video, I thought as I pressed upload.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the screaming from downstairs nearly busted up my ears.
Mum and Katy came storming up.
"Why did you put that on the whole wide web?" mum screamed and hugged Katy.
Of course, being the youngest, her cute smile made mum even more angry at me.
"Don't worry mummy, he was just having a little laugh." she cuddled up to her even more.
Eww. I wish dad was here to stand up for me. I stormed back into my room and slammed the door. I looked up at my Amy Trunch poster. She was my favourite in the new Tv series "Waiting for Jake". She played Lu. I flicked my black hair.
"Hey sexy!" I smiled into the mirror.
"Hey ugly!" Katy walked in.
Ugh. Forgot to lock the door. I pushed her out.
"GET LOST!" I screamed.
"Ohhhhhh... Amy Trunch luuuuvvvvveesss you!" she giggled and ran downstairs.
Poop. I locked the door and sat on my bed with my laptop on the end. I turned on Youtube. What to listen to? Oh I know! American Ididot by Green Day.
Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along to the age of paranoia.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
Don't want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
Yep. That was the words on the screen as I sang along. I looked at the news. Billie in rehab... Hmmm. I clicked on my Facebook. Nothing. I kicked my laptop off my bed and went over to my balcony. I looked around. Everything. Dark. The trees blew in the wind and the leaves flew into the air. Amazing. I picked up my laptop and went on Facebook again. I wrote a new status
"So alone. Beautiful night. Wish someone was here to share the view with me xx"
I sat back and waited for the comments to roll in. Katy knocked on the door. I opened it slighty.
"What?" I gave her an evil stare.
"Um.. Look. I'm sorry I was mean to you earlier. Think we can talk?" she pushed her way in and sat on my bed.
" I'm having trouble with this boy at school. He is really mean to me." she looked down as I held her hand.
I may be mean to my sister but no-one else can.
"Who is it?" I put on my cd player.
"Um.. Connor." she put in Black Veil Brides: We Stich These Wounds.
You kissed the lips of evil,
Two months it's all the same.
Beg for this man's approval,
Like all the rest you'll die in vain.
Sit down this won't take long now,
Off my chest these lyrics came.
Your words they eat right through me,
Heartbreak's your favorite pain.
The tears we've cried,
This love has died,
You're by yourself here tonight.
It's what we hide with every lie
You're by yourself.
I think of it each time I touch you,
Every time I hear his name.
I'll never let my fucking walls down,
For all of this you are to blame.
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/black_veil_brides/we_stitch_these_wounds.html ]
Sit down this won't take long now,
Off my chest these lyrics came.
Your words they eat right through me,
Heartbreak's your favorite pain.
The tears we've cried,
This love has died,
You're by yourself here tonight.
It's what we hide with every lie
You're by yourself.
The tears we've cried,
This love has died,
You're by yourself here tonight.
It's what we hide with every lie
You're by yourself.
We stitch these wounds!
We stitch these wounds!
We stitch these wounds!
We stitch these wounds!
We stitch these wounds!
The tears we've cried,
This love has died,
You're by yourself here tonight.
It's what we hide with every lie
You're by yourself.
These tears we've cried
I'm by your side,
You're by yourself here tonight.
It's what we hide with every lie
You're by yourself.
"I like this song." Katy smiled and grabbed my YMAS hoddie.
I gave her a quick hug and pushed her out my room.
"What about this?" she said, plucking at the hoddie.
"Keep it." I smiled and shut the door.
I walked into my en-suite and splashed cold water on my face. Brrr. I got out my Iphone and checked Facebook. One message from a girl called Alice Hunter. The message went like this:
Nice status. So emotional. Anyway, I'm friends with your sis. Well not really friends. We are just in the same class. Brrp. I'm random. Ignore that. Anyway about your status..... I want to be the one with you sharing the view. Um bye.......
I reread it about fifty times. Hmm. I called Katy into my room again.
"Do you know a Alice Hunter?" I sat with my arms crossed.
"Alice, Alice... Oh yer! Shes weird. Proper emo kid!" she laughed and turned off my tap.
She waved and walked out. Slut centuary. I changed into my boxers and black t-shirt. Mum walked in.
"Put some clothes on RICK!!!" she screamed, shutting the door.
I turned off my cd player and went to sleep.
A/N: If you want to hear more about Alice Hunter, read Take A Picture, It Will Last Longer