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Title: Trick's, Breathing, and Rock 'n Roll
Author : me!! like woah!
Rating : PG-13 'cause I curse alot...sorry
Summary : Pete has to go to a "correctional facility"
A/N: Sorry it's kinda short but you'll live...
We get there at around half 9. Yeah we’re late because of me. But, what can I say, I couldn’t find and outfit! And I don’t know what happened, but I kept messing up my hair and makeup. Like I had to do it again like several times. Unghh. Anywhobberwhatter, we’re here and this guy is giving us a tour of the ‘facility’. I think it’s a guy, I’m not sure. And I most definitely am not going to ask …yet.
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He’s stopping to show me where I’ll sleep and tell me I’m rooming with another dude. And now we are at the-
“Gym/Cafeteria/Auditorium.”
“So basically, it’s everything?”
“No, not really Petey -”
“Pete.”
“Yeah- most of your days will either be spent in class or in your room or in therapy.”
“Oh.”
“By the way here is your schedule. And that’s basically it. So you can hang out for a bit or you can say bye now and head back to your room. Your choice.”
“I think I’ll go back to my room, Mr. … uhhmm?”
“Mr. McCracken”
Now how many jokes have been cracked on that one? Get it? Cracked?
“Right. So ummm, bye mom and dad.”
“Nghh.. Bye sweetie.”
Whoa. My mom is actually showing emotion other than that angry face. Holy shit! My dad’s comforting her! Wow did I fuck up, or what?! We hug and do all that sentimental - crap. And I’m off to my room.
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My bunk is conveniently the lower one because heights freak me out to no end. That means the guy who’s rooming with me is on top, hopefully he doesn’t move about a lot. So, I’m listening to my Ipo, yes Ipo because my parents are to poor to buy me and Ipod. Aren’t they loving? I’m listening to Green Day- Brain Stew, which is pretty funny because I haven’t been able to sleep for a couple of weeks.
I finish unpacking and start looking around. Whoever this guy is it look like he likes what I like so that’s not to bad. He has a couple of CD’s lying around, so naturally, I’m going to be nosy! The CD’s he has lying out are Dashboard Confessional, Jimmy Eat World, AFI, and Panic! At The Disco! I just love them! And out of nowhere a hand appears and snatches it out of mine. How dare it!
“Hey!”
“Hey! Yourself. This is my stuff. So fuck off!”
How rude!
“Sorry, it just caught my eye. I absolutely love Panic! At The Disco.”
“Really?”
“Totally”
Hey, he’s not being such a bitch any-
“I really don’t give a shit, ‘kay?”
-More. Forget that. And I love service with a smile, don’t you?
“Well sorry bitch.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
How nice I got the sweetest little middle finger courtesy of… of…
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“What the fuck?!?”
“I said ‘What’s your name?’”
“I heard you. It was just so… random. We‘re fighting then all of a sudden you want to know my name. That‘s just pretty retarded.”
I swear I just heard him giggle.
So I give him the ‘what-the-fuck-was-that-and-can-you-answer-my-question-like-now-please’ face.
And he answers.
“It’s Patrick.”
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Author : me!! like woah!
Rating : PG-13 'cause I curse alot...sorry
Summary : Pete has to go to a "correctional facility"
A/N: Sorry it's kinda short but you'll live...
We get there at around half 9. Yeah we’re late because of me. But, what can I say, I couldn’t find and outfit! And I don’t know what happened, but I kept messing up my hair and makeup. Like I had to do it again like several times. Unghh. Anywhobberwhatter, we’re here and this guy is giving us a tour of the ‘facility’. I think it’s a guy, I’m not sure. And I most definitely am not going to ask …yet.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
He’s stopping to show me where I’ll sleep and tell me I’m rooming with another dude. And now we are at the-
“Gym/Cafeteria/Auditorium.”
“So basically, it’s everything?”
“No, not really Petey -”
“Pete.”
“Yeah- most of your days will either be spent in class or in your room or in therapy.”
“Oh.”
“By the way here is your schedule. And that’s basically it. So you can hang out for a bit or you can say bye now and head back to your room. Your choice.”
“I think I’ll go back to my room, Mr. … uhhmm?”
“Mr. McCracken”
Now how many jokes have been cracked on that one? Get it? Cracked?
“Right. So ummm, bye mom and dad.”
“Nghh.. Bye sweetie.”
Whoa. My mom is actually showing emotion other than that angry face. Holy shit! My dad’s comforting her! Wow did I fuck up, or what?! We hug and do all that sentimental - crap. And I’m off to my room.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
My bunk is conveniently the lower one because heights freak me out to no end. That means the guy who’s rooming with me is on top, hopefully he doesn’t move about a lot. So, I’m listening to my Ipo, yes Ipo because my parents are to poor to buy me and Ipod. Aren’t they loving? I’m listening to Green Day- Brain Stew, which is pretty funny because I haven’t been able to sleep for a couple of weeks.
I finish unpacking and start looking around. Whoever this guy is it look like he likes what I like so that’s not to bad. He has a couple of CD’s lying around, so naturally, I’m going to be nosy! The CD’s he has lying out are Dashboard Confessional, Jimmy Eat World, AFI, and Panic! At The Disco! I just love them! And out of nowhere a hand appears and snatches it out of mine. How dare it!
“Hey!”
“Hey! Yourself. This is my stuff. So fuck off!”
How rude!
“Sorry, it just caught my eye. I absolutely love Panic! At The Disco.”
“Really?”
“Totally”
Hey, he’s not being such a bitch any-
“I really don’t give a shit, ‘kay?”
-More. Forget that. And I love service with a smile, don’t you?
“Well sorry bitch.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
How nice I got the sweetest little middle finger courtesy of… of…
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“What the fuck?!?”
“I said ‘What’s your name?’”
“I heard you. It was just so… random. We‘re fighting then all of a sudden you want to know my name. That‘s just pretty retarded.”
I swear I just heard him giggle.
So I give him the ‘what-the-fuck-was-that-and-can-you-answer-my-question-like-now-please’ face.
And he answers.
“It’s Patrick.”
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