oh my frank sorry im so late
this chapter is so short (like me-) but school is ruining me and people are @ me cuz my eyebrows are blue-green so yee life is ew
luv ya bootiful hoes :)- Where's Andy? Ryan worried as he entered the kitchen like Brendon will enter his ass.
- Gone, Tyler said nonchalantly, spreading his legs to « get some fresh air » while sitting on one of the chairs.
- Why there is no fucking coffee, for Geesus' sake! Frank got impatient.
- Dad hated coffee, Ryan snorted.
- He hated kids too, and yet he had seven! giggled infernally Tyler while varnishing his nails in black.
Ryro stared at him, shocked, as Frank adjusted his red tie and threw:
- I'm taking the car, and I will just sit in silence.
- But ... you'll go like that, alone? worried the porn star.
- I am not to walk this world alone.
The varnish fell from Tyler's hands, flipping over his pale leg.
- Geesus, I luv my leg now!
- Do you know how to drive, at least? Ryan asked again, not caring for Tyler.
- There's nothing I don't know how to do, sassed the tiny man before teleporting.
While Tyler was stretching his leg on the wooden table without any discomfort to varnish his toenails, the most emo sibling of the house entered the room as he was going to enter Patrick's ass.
- What's up bitches?
- East is up, giggled Tyler childishly, throwing back his head covered with his eternal red cap.
Emo Wentz rolled his eyes, exasperated, before adding:
-- So asshats, I think I'm going to apply for a job at Hot Topic. We'll meet again in a few years, if Pofro joins the black parade. Don't forget about me, bitches.
- Even when I doubt you? Ryan asked.
Pete didn't even answer, he just grabbed his Waybelline eyeliner and got out of the room, Tyler whipping him, his leg blackened because of his spilled paint on it.
**
Observing like a madman from his window, Mister Big Forehead watched as Emo Wentz and Tyler fled aboard their scooter. Was Pete really a traitor? Maybe yes, maybe not. I need some plot in this story.As for Frank, he had just entered ;) the Gay's Donuts. The front window was colored with the colors of the rainbow just like the interior of the store. A man in his thirties sat to his left, sighing. A hot young and doomed woman who could have liked Frank if he wasn't gay, ran out behind the counter, taking out his notebook.
- Excuse me, I couldn't come ;) yet. Bert, what would you like?
- Um... A chocolate dick.
- Okay, so the usual... nodded the jet-haired woman while writing on her notepad. And you kid, would you like something? Maybe some milk?
Frank smiled carnivally.
- Oh, the kid would like a coffee. Black. Like my soul.
Lindsey stared at him blissfully, taking him for a madman, before remembering that she, too, was emo in her teens.
She went off to make a coffee, leaving the stranger (things) and Frank alone. The latter glanced briefly around the room.
- In my memory, this place wasn't that disgusting.
The blond stared at him for a moment.
- Errr, are you okay?
- I'm not o-fucking-kay.
Bert didn't have time to add something because Lindsey returned, placing the chocolate dick and coffee on the counter, before adjusting her black and red apron.
Holding out his hand, Frank skillfully grabbed the cup of coffee, and his sleeve lifted. Lindsey had time to distinguish the ink on his wrist - the M.C.R.X tattoo that the dwarf and his siblings were forced to acquire.
Meanwhile, Bert gently pulled out his black wallet from his pocket - decidedly, the characters of this fic were really emos. He paid the young and doomed woman, who left as soon as she arrived.
- Are you a repairman? Frank saw the 24 hour service on Bert's blouse. You must know the city by heart, like I know all the lyrics of emos songs.
- Oh, yee ! I've been rolling here for years.
- Oh, rad. I would need an address, to see my bootiful love...
***
Frank runs aWay from the store while walking quietly. Only a few seconds before, he had just killed some armed men who had come to fetch him. These men were part of the Anti-Emos Commission, where Frank had previously worked...- Okay... I still have some time to watch some gay porn. The End. of the (fucking) world can wait.
***
For his part, Pete dropped the golden dildo of his Dada Jaja in the river. Mister Big Forehead's nasal and sharp(est lives) voice still echoed in his mind. I have never seen dad without his dildo before. It was too late now. Emo Wentz couldn't go back...

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