Fall Out Girl: A Short Story

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I walked out of the bar and to my car. My two weeks are over and I’m now happy and unemployed. I drove back to my house and pried the part-way frozen door open. I walked into my apartment and threw my keys onto the counter. I picked up a rather grumpy Marty and scratched his butt while walking to my room. I paid off everything I own, I wouldn’t need another job for another month. Tomorrow, I would go through town and get a good look at it. I haven’t had the time for the past few years.

In the morning, I woke up early by habit, staying in bed to watch the sun rise though the flurries. I threw on some random clothes and walked out my door. Groups of school kids were walking the sidewalks wrapped up in dozens of coats. I walked in
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I walked up to the guy.

“You’re back already?”

“Yeah, I haven’t exactly been busy.” I handed him the application.

“Well Ana, we could use you here, start next Monday?”

“Sure, what was she trying to sell anyway?”

“Fall Out Boy Tickets or som-“

“Fall Out Boy?” I cut him off.

“Yeah, why.”

“I’m sorry I have to go right now.” I bolted out the door. I saw the woman 40 feet away about to get into a car. I ran down the sidewalk panting. She was just starting to pull out of her spot when I reached her car.

“What the hell do you want?”

“How much- how much do you want for the tickets?” I asked panting.

“Uhh, I don’t know, I pa-“

I pulled cash out of my wallet. “I’ll give you $250” I said, still breathless.

---Patrick’s turn---

“Patrick” Pete said, shaking my arm. I groaned and rolled over. There was no way I was getting up this early.

“Dude we’re at McDonalds get up!” Pete said, giving my arm one final
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I rolled out of bed and hurried to get dressed. It’s 3 hours later than I thought. I mean, I wasn’t sleeping, just sitting and thinking. I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. I climbed off the bus and into the McDonalds. Andy and Joe were carrying food and Pete was playing with the soda dispenser. I slid next to Joe and grabbed some nuggets and a burger. Andy went on about where we were between bites of fries. The tv on the wall was blaring emergency messages, there was a snow storm rolling in. It was due late tomorrow, after our show ends.

After lunch-well breakfast for me-we were back on the road. I went back to my bunk and turned on the fan for background noise. I returned to staring at the ceiling. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular. Just what tends to go through your head at 3am, except its only 4:30.

I lose track of time when im in my bunk, when pete yanked open my shade, the sun had already set.

“Dude what the hell are you doing hiding back here? Are you touching yourself?” He asked with a grin.

“Fuck off, Pete.” I rolled over.

“Tell me why your back here then, you never used to do this.”

“I’m thinking.” I said with more bitterness than I planned.

“Don’t do this to yourself man.” Pete said before he placed his hand on my shoulder. I didn’t respond and he closed my shade and walked away.

Oh dear Pete, how I wish I could stop

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