Just When I Thought You Were Mine (A Pierce The Veil Fanfiction)

Chapter 46 - Mother, Father, I Love You

TONY'S POV

It was after tea when my mum recieved a text from my sister.

"Ooh Tony, your sister's on her way! She said the boyfriend's walking her home so we get to meet him! Finally." She turned to my Dad and gave him a stern look. "You behave!"

"When don't I behave?" He went into a grumpy state and muttered under his breath, causing me to snigger. They were the typical old married couple. "You haven't told him!" He suddenly pointed at me.

"I trust Tony not to be too, uh, intimidating." She gave me an apologetic smile.

"Intimidating?" I questioned her, almost laughing.

"It's not too bad now you have healed your ears up." She joked. My mum had never really likd my strechers but she was happy if I was happy. I was glad I had let them heal up, I didn't want them to be streched forever. "Anyhow, she'll be here any minute, so both of you, behave!"

Sure enough, there was a knock on the door moments later. After one final behavior reminder, she went to the door and invited him in. I sat down on the sofa next to my Dad and he just grunted and rolled his eyes as a boy, about 5"8 walked into the room. He had a small strecher, snake bites and a side fringe. It reminded me of a teenage Tony. He seemed like the stereo typical emo/punk. He awkwardly stood next to my sister.

"I didn't know your brother was Tony Perry." He muttered through his teeth into my sister's ear. I saw her let out a small snigger.

"This is Brandon. Bradon meet my Mum, Dad and my brother Tony." She smiled, proud to be introducing us all. He awkwardly shook hands with us all. He was polite, if anything. "Brandon likes Pierce The Veil."

"Em!" He hissed through his teeth, clearly embarrassed. I smiled politely at him. He shouldn't have to feel uncomfortable.

"You gonna stay for a little while?" I asked him, directing the question at the couple.

"I..uh.."

"Yes, he is." Emilia smiled brightly at me before turning back to Brandon. "There's no need to be nervous."

"I was just the same at your age you know. I hated new people." Brandon sat down on the couch opposite me. "So you like my band?"

"Yeah!" He said, gaining a moment's confidence before sinking back into his axiousness. "I came to the tour, you know."

"Ah, did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah, it was awesome. I mean, Em got the tickets. Now I see how she did it. I thought they had sold out." He smiled at her. The way he looked at her told me he wasn't just messing about. He actually did like her.

"Well, you just tell Em to let me know if you want tickets on the next tour. We'll sort you something, as always." Em rolled her eyes at me so I pulled my tongue out at her, playfully. We had a good sibling relationship and we always had. It felt good to see her again.

"Well, Tony likes showing off that he is in a band."

"Your brother is proud of his achievements, as will you be!" My Mum butted in, not in an angry manner, she was simply smiling at me sister in the kind way she had always smiled.

"Yeah, but being a tattoo artist isn't anywhere near as cool as being in a band." She complained.

"It is if you make it." I said to her, simply. It was true. I had known cooler people to be tattoo artists than be in bands.

"I'm sorry Mr and Mrs Perry I-" Brandon was cut off by my father speaking up.

"Just call us Mari and Charles."

"I'm gonna have to go, simply because my Mum's expecting me back. Thank you." He smiled and headed to the door. I poked my head around the corner to catch him pecking her on the lips.

"Woah woah woah! Get a room!" I teased and they both turned scarlett. "Catch you later, Brandon."

The door quickly slammed and I was greeted by a tiny 16 year old trying to floor me.

"Prick!" She shouted.

"Language Em!" My mother shouted in disgust.

"Tony swears!"

"Not in front of us he doesn't." My Dad reminded her. She made a loud grunt noise, much like my father's regular grunts, hit me over the head with a cushion and huffed as she walked off upstairs.

"I'm really tired Mom. I think I'm gonna head up to bed." I yawned.

"Alright, my sweet." She pecked me on the forehead and I hugged her again. "You're a strong boy, you know Tony? And I love you lots more than any slapper could."

"I love you too Mom." I laughed as I trapsed upstairs, dragging my bag behind me. I walked to Em's door. "Night Em."

Suddenly it burst open and she gave me a big hug.

"Night."

I got into the bed I had been sleeping in since I was 14. It was a comfort that things didn't change much around here. This bed, even though I rarely slept in it anymore, still felt like my bed. It still felt like my room, even though my mom used it as the spare room. There was a magazine poster of Blink-182 on the wall from when I was 15. It made me alugh. There were still teenagers now who had their posters plastered on the walls. Nt only that, but there are teenagers now who have my face plastered on their walls. I would have never guessed, when I started playing at 15 years of age, that I would ever make it far with my guiatr playing. It had just been a hobby. I mean, I had nothing else going for me. Those years were the worst.

FLASHBACK

"Tony, you have become obsessed with that guitar of yours lately." my only friend at the time, Andy Welch, said to me as he walked into the band room. He seemed a little irritated.

"Yeah, well I like it." I replied.

"You've closed yourself off Tony!" He seemed really irritated. The door suddenly shook as a few more teenagers appeared to be staring in at us. "Oh for fucks sake, now you've attracted them."

Them. They were the 'populars'. Every school has them. They come in the form of jocks, cheerleaders and plastics. I hated their guts. They'd ensured my loneliness and how shit I felt for years.

"Fuck them. What are they going to do that they haven't already tried?" I muttered.

"I am going. You can fend for yourself. I'm not going to carry on being ridiculed just for being your friend. You bring it on yourself." He stormd out, past the populars, who carried on jeering at me from the door. They'd never enter, they were far too good to think of entering the band room. They might catch a little creativity.

I sat there, alone, as I did most lunches that Andy left me. He was a good hearted person. When everyone else casted me off as a freak, he made sure I had a friend. He just got so sick of me trying to isolate myself further. He got sick of being picked on for nothing. I understand that. I ignored the jocks until they went away. I picked up my guitar and did what I usually did.

FLASHBACK ENDED

I thought of how I had been forced into loneliness by their bullying. I mean, it streched past high school and if I hadn't of made friends with Hime and joined bands, I'd still be living at my mum's, playing guitar in my room alone. I just had to take that chance to step up out of isolation. That's what I would do now. I'd surround myself with my friends and happy things. I couldn't let it drive me back into that crazy and unnecessary depression.

Never. Again.