Remember That? by Ella G (best ereader for pc TXT) 📖

*Andy*

I woke up with a headache today and it hurt bad. I read online if you wake up too early and startled, you might've lost a brain cell, but I'm one of those clueless idiots that believe everyone's words. But, it hurt fucking bad. It felt like rocks or pebbles pelting my head over and over again. The damn alarm clock still beeped on repeat. I put my covers over my head and slapped the clock off. I sighed. Fucking school. Always having to come in my way of peace. "ANDY! GET DOWN NOW OR ELSE YOU'LL MISS THE BUS AGAIN!" Dad. Grrrrr. Why'd everything always have to be like, forget it. I forgot what I was going to say anyway. "Andy?" my little sister, Kaitlin, was standing in the doorway with her phone in her hand and eyes that shone like chocolate diamonds. "Hey, Kate. Tell Mom and Dad I'll be there. Or else I'm going to be fucking pissed if they still try to yell my name when I'm getting ready." " 'Kay. Oh, and Andy?" She said. "Yeah?" "Have you seen my BMTH shirt? I can't find it." "I saw it under your bed." I said sarcastically. She threw a pillow at my head and giggled for a minute and left. I love her. She's like, the only one that actually GETS me. Even though she's four years younger than me, we have a lot in common. Bands, piercings, favorite colors and foods, and she's always there for me.

I sighed again and threw my covers back on my bed and got ready in the bathroom and finally dressed. Pierce the Veil today. I put on the band shirt and gray jeans and black Converse sneakers, and fixed my lip ring. I got my phone, ran to get my jacket, and played MCR's Teenagers. Poor Gerard. I wonder what he'd gotten into in high school. I'm thinking a lot of detention slips, if they had them in his day. Or a lot of Guidance Counseling. 

Kate was waiting for me downstairs, her hashbrown in her hand, and handed me one. "Thanks, Katniss." She punched me in the arm. "Oww! You hurt my feelings." She laughed, and got her backpack. "Yo, Katniss! Did Parents go to work yet?" She nodded and motioned me to catch up. I ran and got on the bus. Astrid was saving me a spot and I took it. I saw Kate unhiding her septum ring and sat next to Erin, her best friend. Oh, Kate. She pierced her own septum and ordered the piercing kit online with Dad's credit card without him knowing. And dad never found out. Actually, if he did, he wouldn't care one bit. It cost 10 bucks! It's not THAT expensive. Ha.

*Vay*

I wonder if people get jealous of me. I mean, yeah I'm fucking rich, but I literally don't fucking care. I quickly put on my jeans, white sneakers, a Marilyn Monroe shirt with my gray jacket, got my backpack, and ran downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a grill cheese and got out the door. Mom and Dad have to go to work early because they are owners of Jackson Industries, a company that makes chemicals that helps Area 51. Crazy, right?

So anyways, I ran to my red Camaro and listened to BVB. You actually think I'm one of those fucking pansies who listen to Justin bieber and shit? Noooo. Get your head straight, darling. I mean, these songs have MEANINGS. It's like this poster:

Uh huh.  See what I mean? I love ALL these bands, but I've only heard one Simple Plan song. Hee. And PLEASE don't be one of those poseurs that are like, "OMG, I LOVE PIERCE THE VEIL!! WHERE'S KELLIN? HE'S MY FAVORITE! AND WHO'S MIKE, VIC, JAIME AND TONY?" and dress up like your a fan, and stuff.

 Kellin. Is from SWS. Mike, Vic, Tony, and Jaime is from PTV.

Lawd.

And Justin Bieber? His name sounds like Just A Beaver. OMG, I LOVE JUSTA BEAVER!! 

Well, Justa Beaver is a fucking perv who used to have this side swepted hair but now has a fucking faub hairstyle and has weird meanings in his crap.

 Swagging? Swagging means fucking. Fondue? I think that means either cum or your thing, or just fondue; which doesn't fit into the song at all. I don't know. All I know is I love the bands that have meaning, instead of artists that sing songs about their exes, or love, or fucking. Anyways, I was at a fucking red light, as a man in his 30's tried to look inside my car. I put up my window, and he still tried to look in my car, while his white Kia almost hit the back of a silver Mustang. "Fucking pervert...," I mumbled under my breath. Finally, the red light turned green and I sped on to school.

*Andy*

I got off the bus and Astrid hang behind me. "Astrid, you okay?" I said to her. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were bloodshot. Maybe Nina broke up with her? "I'll tell you at your locker.....," she whispered, her voice wavering. "I'll see you at home, Andy!" Kate yelled from the back of the bus. I looked at her, then I texted her, " 'Kay, have fun, don't get into trouble, and stay off of Mr. Prenner's bad side, okay?" She texted "Fine." after I got off the bus. Astrid walked past me hurriedly, and her gray hoodie covered her green hair. She looked tired, and a bit off. I mean, she ran into the flag pole, and dizzily walked into the school. I ran to catch up with her, when I bumped into a girl with a left nose pierce, her hair in a brown and gold messy knot on the top of her head,a white sweater on, and sneakers. Her right headphone fell out of her ear, and I couldv'e sworn I heard BVB's "Coffin" playing. I stared at her phone. She fumbled with her headphones, and looked down at her shoes. "You know Black Veil Brides?" I asked her. I saw her cheeks turn rosy pink. She nodded, still looking down.

I heard the first warning bell. "We should go inside, shouldn't we?" I said. She nodded again, still looking down. Either she's trying to avoid my face, or she's embarrassed. Either way, it still flatters me. I mean, she is pretty. She only had black eyeliner on and a bit of powder, so she was natural. Others, like Moxie, literally has a bunch of foundation, and eyeshadow darker than the foundation; and well you get the idea. As we walked to school, she mumbled, "I'll see you after school....I guess..?" I looked at her, then said, "Yeah. Wait, which locker are you?" I asked. She muttered "212." I nodded, and she kind of fast walked - jogged to her locker on the other side of school. I quickly pushed my backpack in my locker, cursed, and ran to Astrid's locker. Mysteriously, she wasn't there. So, I had to run all the way to Paige, my other friend, to go into the girl's bathroom to see if she was there. "PAIGE!" I yelled her name. "Aye, Andy. Whatcha want?" She was wearing a OM&M shirt, and her layered blue hair fell on her shoulders. I jogged to her and explained for her why she should to check the bathroom for Astrid. 

I heard stall doors opening and closing, and finally Paige came out, and shrugged, and offered to help me search for her. I accepted, and we ran upstairs to see if she was with Nina. Nina was talking to Harry, so we left her alone. Harry is like, our best friend. I mean, yeah he isn't into the bands we love, but he's okay. Paige motioned me downstairs. I jogged down the stairs and checked the Auditorium. I saw Astrid sitting cross-legged on the middle of the stage, staring at the floor, the lights dimmed and dark. Paige and I quickly sprinted to her, and Paige almost tripped on her boots as she sprinted. "Astrid! Are you okay?!" Paige shout-whispered. Astrid put her head on Paige's shoulder and cried silently. "Parents..." she softly said. I patted her back, and said "It's okay. You can crash with me and Kate or Paige if you want." She nodded and rested her head onto Paige's lap. Paige stretched out her legs and started smoothing Astrid's hair with her slender pale fingers, and started comforting her. I crossed my legs and sat next to Astrid, and rubbed her back. She sniffed a few times, and the bell rang after 5 minutes. I stood up, and asked Paige, "shouldn't we go now?" "It wouldn't hurt to miss a few minutes of class, wouldn't it?" She answered. I shrugged, and sat down again. I sighed and thought about that girl who was listening to BVB.

*Vay*

OH MY GOD WHAT A FUCKING FAUB I WAS!! "212." WHAT KIND OF FUCKING ANSWER IS THAT?! WHY NOT, "My locker is 212." I sighed angrily and checked everywhere for that guy. Strangely, he wasn't anywhere. I mean, I didn't check the Gyms, Cafeteria, or Auditorium, Swimming Pool; OKAY I HAVEN'T CHECKED A LOT OF PLACES, BUT STILL. I feel like a fucking stalker....I mean, yeah, I just met the guy, but still....I think I like him. I sighed again, and