Amy's Story (A Paramore Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: The Trespasser and The Fraud

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Oh who am I kidding.

The only reason we're putting an authors note at the start of a story that hasn't had an authors note at the start is because your friendly author is giving you a Trigger Warning.



For Abuse.
While you don't necessarily see someone get hurt, it is heavily implied.

You'll know it's coming too.

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-January 30th. 2007 Tuesday-

"I know who you are." I state with a raised eyebrow. What does he think he's doing? I'm not the fanatic in town.

Josh stares at me with curious eyes, slowly approaching me on the couch. "Oh. You know the band?" Again. I'm not the local paranut.

But, you know, I guess I did only say that in my head.

That's beside the point.

"No but my sister has three posters in her room and one of my friends from school only ever talks about your band." Holding the one icepack to my cheek. Ignoring the burning pain as best I can.

My eyes settle on the can of soda and the red pills in his hand. "You can just set those down on the couch and go upstairs to see Carly, I guess. Door straight across from mine." Leaning back into the couch. "Unless you want me to call her down?" Adding in as I resist the urge to sprawl myself on the soft fabric surface.

Really, I shouldn't let myself get too comfortable. I have a stack of homework and Ms. Q's music assignment that's due by next week. And if passing her assignment means she'll stop asking me to play in the school concert the week after then failure isn't an option.

"No, I'll see her eventually. Right now I'd like to get to know you, Amy." Somehow he takes this as an opportunity to invite himself to sit next to me. Smiling as he hands me the pills first. Popping the can open for me and patiently holding it out for whenever I'm ready.

My eyebrow goes up again. Scooting ever slightly away from him almost instinctively. "Why? No offense, dude but I don't care." My tone lower and more disinterested than even I expected it to be.

Then again you try to be interested in a semi celebrity of a band you give zero fucks about after getting knocked around less than an hour ago

There's a long pause as Josh visibly tries to think of something to say. Finally tossing the pills in my mouth. Reaching for the soda can and washing them down my throat. Hopefully they at least dull the near constant ache in my belly.

With how quiet he is I expect Josh to just give up and head upstairs.

But the basturd is persistent, I'll give him that.

"So what do you care about then? Do you like music at all?"

Quickly I grab hold of my inner self by the collar of it's shirt. Silencing it from speaking out. What I like and don't like are weaknesses. I learned already what being too careless gets me.

And my stupid interest in baby stuff. Fuck teddy bears...

"I do." Is the extent of what I allow show. He doesn't need to know more. How much I care.

Instead he only smiles, seeing where we have common ground. "Yeah? What kind of music do you like? Do you play?"

"Look, I get that for whatever reason you like talking to people who have no interest in talking to you. That's your thing, I don't judge," as I slowly push myself off the couch, sneakers lightly thumping on the hardwood floor and reach for my slingbag "but I really should start getting my homework over with." Looking at him over my shoulder. Giving a small wave with my back turned as I drag myself out of the living room and towards the stairs.