“How old are you?" He asked. I let out a small sigh and told him that I was 24. “Ouch” he said as if I were old or something like that.
“And you?” I asked him with an irritated tone in my voice.
“19.” He replied. "What a kid!" I thought. I guess he kind of looked it with how short he was. “Wow…what a kid.” I said.
“I’m not a kid!” He argued back. I smirked a little.
“Well you are awfully small to be an adult!” I said. He got an irritated look on his ugly face. I guess his height was a sore subject for him. "Fun." I thought. I could use this to my advantage ff he got on my nerves enough.
“Very funny!” He said. I chuckled and started to walk away. I didn’t want to hang out in this big crowd to long, even if Rick was in it. I felt a little uneasy with that kid. I decided to call Sebby staring at me. It didn’t help that now he was in a black leather jacket, similar to the one I had on, wand grey skinny jeans that matched mine, other then what he was wearing a little while ago, which was a red jacket with spikes all over it, and blue-ish grey pants. I saw him smile again and started to talk to me saying
“You know, we seem to have a lot in common already! The same style of clothing!" That was a little weird to me; I guess he was trying to get close to me, make it easier to find a weakness or something to kill me better.
“Yeah, great isn’t it?” I asked him, but being completely sarcastic... He simply smiled and said “I thought so!” I didn’t know if he got the hint I didn’t like him or not.
“So…tell me a bit about yourself, Tom.” Rick said with a curious tone to his voice.
“Well, what do you want to know?” I asked him, knowing I wouldn’t give out much information about myself. I didn’t want to talk about me. I don’t want him to know anything.
“Well what your hobbies? Things you like to do? Seeing anyone? You know just basic things.” He answered. I just kind shrugged now realizing I didn’t even know what I liked to do anymore. Like honestly. What are my hobbies?
“Uh...I like to drive, when I’m not on work. Which that is also something I love to do. I like to clean and cook, though I’m not very good at it.” I told him.
“I’m great at cooking!” He said in a confident tone. “But I guess that’s what happens when you have 11 younger siblings, and a second family to take care of.” He said with a funny look on his face. I couldn’t help but to think that was a lot of sibling, with a little bit of jealousy though. I always wanted a sibling. But I never had one. I guess my parents divorced after having me. I never met my mother. And my dad never talks about her, and he never got remarried. I wonder what it is like to have a normal sibling. My friend Sarah, she has a younger sister, but she was mean, selfish, fat and stuck-up. She always tried to get me and Sarah in trouble. She didn’t like us. And because of that. We hated her. Our friend Jack has a sister who is very nice and sweet, but we don’t see her much. Jack doesn’t really share anything with us/ Well, at least me. I don’t know what he has told Sarah. They're closer than I am with Jack. We kind of have an awkward relationship, because when we were younger, I was mad at him for dating Sarah, and we got in a small fight. I managed to break his arm, but he never told Sarah for the sake of everything.
“That’s a lot of siblings.” I said with a hateful tone to my voice. I was hating him already for being more like what I wanted to be.
“Yeah, well some our step-siblings and some are half-siblings.” He said.
“Oh, that makes a little more sense now.” I could assume his parents split at some time. Ha! "Sucker!" I thought. It somehow assumed me.
“What about the second family?” I was wondering about this. I could guess it was probably either his dad's or his mom's second marriage, not counting the siblings.
“Doesn’t matter.” he said and changed the subject asking me if I was seeing anyone again. “So you single?" I nodded. I wasn’t into dating or anything like that. I was happy being me and single. Just with my closest friend who is really all I’d ever need.
“You?” I asked him.
“Same here.” Didn’t really surprise me. I couldn’t see him ending up with anyone. I could only assume he thought the same of me, with me being a 24 year old, talentless male, that was 6”4 and only 140 lbs, with sunken-in checks’ and a nose that was really ugly kind a looked a arrow in a sense. Oh, and I’m rude. Now thinking about it, I know for sure I’ll end up alone. But still, I didn’t care. At that moment I could hear Sarah start to talk to me.
“Who the hell invited the Gopher Monkeys?!” she asked. I looked at her and started to talk to her, ignoring Rick.
The words “a month” kept on ringing in my head, as I saw all the new faces looking around. No one knew who anyone else was, or what was going to happen. You see, this month me and my band, "The Emo Establishment" decided to hold this big tour and play a huge show at the end of the month with other bands, just to see how it would go and make the fans happy. But there were a couple things bad about it: First, none of us in my band actually liked people, at all, and second, all the bands that we invited turned out to be crappy bands I hated! And the members of the bands seemed to be a bother. There was the “Gopher Monkeys”: almost everyone in that band seemed to be uncontrollably happy and energetic, with two of them jumping around and talking to everyone they saw. Then I saw larger man with a blue Mohawk sitting on the couch with a somewhat angry look on his face not really doing much. And then there was one kid I couldn’t help but to keep on seeing. He was rather short compared to me, since I was 6”4, he was also pretty skinny. I didn’t know what it was about him that made him stand out; maybe it was the ugly nose of his that looked like it belonged to a gorilla, or the hair cut that was spiky on top, with three dread-locks in his face that was a different color the rest of his brown hair. We had invited a metal band to come and play with us, but they said that they weren’t going to be staying with us for now, since their bassist, Sean, I believe was her name, was pregnant with her husband, William's child. He was also in the band as the guitarist. That was fine though, the less people the better. I saw “The Chick Band” hanging out with each other. A girl with bright red hair didn’t seemed pleased to be with one of the other girls, who had brown hair that was all poufy and funny looking, talking to her. I didn’t really know, I didn't really care, and I probably never would care.
As the day went father on, I was trying to figure out who invited these bands. Why would we choose such idiots? I looked over only to see what I could assume was in fact a child staring at me. He had white hair that was kind of like a bob on the bottom, with it being all spiky on top, with his bangs over his eyes, and they where dyed black. He held in his hand a plate of brownies. “Want a brownie?” He asked with a cute and innocent smile on his face. Though, sadly for him, I’m much smarter than to believe that. He poisoned them. I knew it. No one on the right mind would try and offer someone food without even knowing their name. That is insanity! He just kept on smiling, waiting for me to answer. I decided it was best not to let him know that I knew he wanted to kill me, just yet. Still, it bothers me. Why did he want me dead? I never did anything to him. "Just great....” I thought to myself. Someone else has a strong hate for me even though I did nothing besides SIT.
“No!” I said to him with a rude tone to my voice, trying to let him know that I didn’t want anything to do with him. Though it didn’t seem to bother him one bit. He just smiled, put them away and tried to offer me cookies instead. I also refused those, trying to watch him, trying to figure out what he had planned for me. I know a lot about killing people, and how to sneak poison into their food; he couldn’t fool me that easily.
“Oh, by the way, I’m Sebastian!” He said with the friendly sound in his voice. I didn’t care but whatever. I guess I would need to learn.
“Tom.” I said letting him know my name.
“So you're Tom. You're in the 'Emo Establishment', right?" I could hear someone say from behind me. I turned around and much to my surprise it was him: 'Gorilla Nose'. That was a nickname I gave to him because I needed something to call him. I nodded.
“And you are?” I asked him, without really caring.
“The name's Rick!” He said. I couldn’t help but to think the name was rather dumb, but still, I liked it on him. I didn’t know what else to say to him, or what to do. The month had finally came and there was no way out. Bothersome, really. But still what’s done is done. I just have to deal with it.
“So what do you do in the band?” I asked him, just trying to make small talk of something I might care to hear about.
“I’m the drummer! And yourself?” He asked.
“I sing.” I told him. He got an expression on his face as though he thought I couldn't sing well. I glared at him. Of course, I am immature enough to do that.
