&. the LUCKY ones

“ i – i didn’t do anything – i promise ! “

he keeps his tone low, not wanting to ALARM any of the neighbors. he’s crying too – hell – every other second he’s wiping tears with his leather sleeve. he’s fucking BAWLING his eyes out because of her.

andy sits on her bed and let’s her chew him out. he wants her to, he deserves all of this. it would be much, much easier to explain where he was. maybe even easier to tell her where he hadn’t been today. when you have three jobs and a fucked up sleeping schedule, things get pretty HECTIC.

“ I FUCKING LOVE YOU, GODDAMIT. I WANT TO MARRY YOU, BUT IN AT THIS POINT IN TIME, I ONLY HAVE FIVE DOLLARS TO MY NAME. “

“ I’m sorry. ”

She whispered quietly and tip toed around him to get to her bed. She took a seat and pulled herself over to the middle. She whipped her tears away but they just kept coming down.

‘I love you.’ 

‘I want to marry you.’

His words swam through her mind like a fish in the see. She thought he knew she didn’t care about the money. If she did she wouldn’t be with him. They wouldn’t have been together for as long as they have and they definitely would not be having this fighting. 

there’s a hitch in his UNSTEADY breathing as he tries to comprehend what she’s saying to him. how could she actually BELIEVE what people say about him? that was BEFORE her – he’s changed – for the good.

he looks at the love of his life, tears starting to form in his eyes. it TEARS him apart that for a moment she doubts him. that she doesn’t trust him anymore. he attempts to place his hand on her shoulder but it’s pushed away AGGRESSIVELY.

“ princess – i – “

he had trouble forming words as he puts his face in his hands and slowly shakes it back and forth. he can hear his words from last week when she reminded him – once again -- of the competition. ‘ i wouldn’t miss it for the world ‘ repeats over and over in his mind.

She turned around and slammed her door shut, causing a loud smack, being unaware that her father had just came home from work. She thought they where alone.

Rachel’s face turned red with rage. She’s never gotten this frustrated with him before. She knew his old ways and SHE KNEW HE’S CHANGED. She just wanted a reason to yell at him more.

CALLOUSED fingers filter through his DIRTY && heavily GREASED hair. he knows he’s FUCKED UP again. he’s forgotten something or said the wrong thing. andy doesn’t SHOUT or ARGUE with her, he accepts what he’s done. unlike his fatherly figure, he doesn’t want to drive love away by SCREAMING && immature FIGHTS. 

“ i’m not your prince charming – and i’m sorry for that “ 

his tone is soft, almost begging her to look at him. aside from being the local BAD BOY and a fathers worst NIGHTMARE, andy tries everything in his power to be the best he can – he knows she only deserves the best. 

Rachel had no words for him yet. She crossed her arms as she lead against the door frame. The brunette was never one to believe in rumors, specially  when it was about her Andy. The whole town practically wanted they to brake up. they thought that the upper class and the lower class shouldn’t mix. 

“Who is she? Why didn’t you come tonight? You K N E W this was a special night to M E. I won an award by the way. Thanks for showing up.”

His head lifts off his pillow as he turned white as a ghost. He tried his best not to look terrified. He tries to swallow his saliva but he can’t due to his sudden dry mouth.

“Okay so like, baby pregnant or like a food baby?”

          DO YOU KNOW WHAT A                             GREASER                                      IS? 

                    — WHITE TRASH                                  AND                                LONG                              GREASY                                  HAIR

“going by that i practically invited EVERYONE on the West Side — yeah. “

 Word was spread around Friday about this said party only the elite class were invited. Everytime his parents leave for days — or weeks, he ruins his house just to get his parents to pay attention to him more than five minutes. 

( maybe they’ll lower my allowance to fifteen dollars or take my Corvair away for a day. whatever works, works )

“ ok, that time it wasn’t MY fault — that’s why David doesn’t get to suggest ideas anymore “

“I’m having a really hard time not punching you in the face right now.”

Randy scratched his forehead as he mumbled under his breath. He truly wanted Bob to hear, but he could bring himself to say it loudly.

( I need to take my anger out on someone. This JACKASS has been using me as an emotional punching bag since the first grade. )

“Why do you even want to trash your mothers house? She’s nothing but good to you. Why do act like a little fuck? She makes you pie everyday and your dad gives you like 15 dollars for allowance. They don’t even pressure you to try your best.”

He was getting ready for it. His heart started beating and his palms started sweating.  He was ready for a little rumble to go down. 

“ DRINK. IT. UP ! —— “

Hand dives into his pocket of his neat, khakis.                                                                               Fingers fish out a small, silver key, a CROOKED                                                                                grin forms on socialite’s face.Keys jingle between                                                                                his thumb and his index finger.

 ( the liquor cabinet — all I had to do to get                                                                                               the key was tell my old man i love him in front of my mother )

In all seriousness, he can tell his friend is down                                                                                         — like really down. Soc life isn’t what it is CRACKED                                                                                 up to be — ask anyone on the west side.

“ —- hey, you can sit and drink here all ALONE                                                                                       or you can come with me. we’ll tell your dad                                                                                    you’re at my place? “

                   “So, jus’ ‘ta be clear, Marcie and                     Cherry aren't coming to this party. Right?”

            Randy wasn't the type of guy to             cheat. He just didn't like drinking in             front of his Girlfriend due to the             fact the that if he starts drinking             when he’s in a bad mood, it             only gets worse.

                          ( Don’t get me wrong. I’m not they                     type of guy to cheat. I just                    know when I start to drink when                    i’m already mad, I become a JACKASS                     Last time I checked -- That was Bobs                     job. )

                   “Yeah, like he’ll actually believe that. Last                    time I was at ‘your house’ I                    came back with a black and blue                     eye”