Burnout.

So you know how I said party right?


Yeah, Actually that didn't mean crazy teenage party. It didn't mean some bratty rich kid was going to let us trash his house for the night. What it really meant is that we are going to do some platonic cuddling, watch movies, and get super stone off of our asses. By that standard, fuck, we knew how to party.

Now, Lets talk about the "L" Word.

Andy and I are the opposite of glamorous, we are not the normal childhood best friends, picture perfect kids. We met two years ago in theater, because we were the only ones lame enough to really hang out with each other. Really, that's our whole group of friends but that really not the point i'm trying to make. What i'm tying to say is that we are ugly, pimple faced, hormone crazed teenagers. We don't really have anything going for ourselves.

Now of course were intimate, in a not kissy girlfriendy boyfriendy type of way. Andy is not the type of person I can make a cute lovely dovey mix tape for, because that is REALLY fucking gay. And Andy doeskin put up with any gay shit. I mean, He might be SLIGHTLY (Actually really) Homosexual, But he DOESN'T do GAY SHIT.

Now you might be asking me right now:
If Hes
Not attractive
Not Heterosexual
Not romantic
and undetermined

Whats really holding me back? What does he have going for him?

Well, Besides these downfalls of love he has an abundance of great qualities about him too. Andy is so adventurous, he could explore with me for hours, he isn't afraid to be a big goofball. He makes me laugh for hours and hours over the stupidest shit. And our band, is fucking amazing.

That brings me to my next point in this bullshit story.

FuckSquirt.

FuckSquirt, the most amazing band name (NOT) made by the amazing Andy Biersack himself one day early one English class morning. Now, since our name is so amazing, our music is mediocre Shitty, illegible, punk-rock, heard by many angry neighbors, and loved by nobody.

besides us of course.

And I guess well I'm on the topic (Or sorta jumping from them because really how do you even write a fucking story?) Ill talk about the third part to our trio, CC, our drummer. He might be the biggest stoner out of the both uof us, and hes the chillest of the group.

Let me tll you something, I can talk a lot of fucking shit about anyone. Lets face it, I'm a teenager in high school, we talk shit. But I can't say ANYTHING about CC. He is just that cool. So cool that if you put him in the frozen tundra in nothing but his boxers, he would get a tan, that cool.

And this is where the story starts, with these fucking idiots.

"No dude, if were comparing rappers here" Says Cc, taking another hit of the pipe "Childish Gambino beats Snoop Dog any day. Hes just that good Dude" .

"Fuck off dude" Replies Andy, "I don't even listen to rap and Snoop Dog wins dude, with that comparison, you don't even deserve to hit that" He says snatching the goods and asking me for my opinion.

"I don't know, Mod Sun is pretty hip my dudes".

"Fuck you" They reply simultaneously.
"Bu-"
"NO" Says Andy harshly.
"Bu-"
"NO MAPLE" he yells.

"Shut the fuc-"
"NO".

"Fine" I say slumping down onto the bed we are all recently sitting on.
"Thank you" He says smiling sweetly.

The way his teeth show through his lips when he grins makes me melt.

Every
Single
Time.

"Hey guys, Why dont we go to the local show in Providence tonight?" Says Cc.
"Because I'm not suppose to leave my house when my parents go out" I say.
"And?" goes Andy.
"I can't?" I say.

"Stop pretending you're a good kid Maple, your fucked up like the rest of us" Says CC.

Notes

So this is my lifee.....