Ray sat down on the tour bus. Was this really happening? How could she do something like this? It's just evil. Evil man. Sighing, he held the piece of paper up in front of his face. He just couldn't believe what it said. He read through it once more:
"Ray, I'm sorry. It's just... His hair makes your's seem pathetic. I know, your hair is amazing, but compared to his... It just makes me want to... I love his hair so much. I want to marry it. And the closest I can get to that is running away with him. Sorry Ray. I prefer bangs to poofs. Christa. PS: 'He' is J*stin B*eber."
Jeez. How could she? So this is what Alicia went through about the Mikey thing. God, he hadn't been sympathetic enough. He'd better go re-apologise to her tomorrow. It's horrible. To go through something like this... Mikey's evil. They should make an evil club, he thought. Mikey, Christa, J*stin B*eber and BLI. It's just so painful. He buried his face in a pillow and wept.
Frank came in. Ray sat up hurriedly, hoping it was Christa come to say sorry. Or that it was a prank. But it was just Frank. He sank back into the pillow and tasted the salty tears. Frank grinned and help up the pair of trousers/pants that Ray was gonna wear in the video for S.I.N.G. Then he turned them around. Where were the pockets? Why could he see the inside? Of course. What a Frank thing to do. He'd cut the pockets out. Ray really couldn't care less if the world saw his butt. He had much worse things to think about. Frank noticed and came over,
"Hey buddy, what happened?"
"(Bursts into tears)"
"It's okay bro. Maybe I can help?"
"Nobody can help. Christa dumped me. Her new boyfriend's a fucking loser too."
"Of course he is, but for her to leave you, he must have fucking amazing hair."
"He doesn't, and that makes it even worse."
"Who is it?"
"J*stin fucking sunnuva bitch dickhead B*ber."
"Oh man that is fucking sucktastic. Come on. You need a coffee."
They get up and get two coffees. When they sit back down, Ray doesn't drink his. He just rocks back and forth in Frank's arms, sobbing.
"Ray, I know it's pointless saying this to you, but you're gonna need to get over it dude."
"It is pointless saying that."
"I know. Just let the pain out. It'll be okay though."
"Now I know how Alicia feels."
"God Mikey was a fucking idiot then wasn't he"
"Fucking motherfucker son of a fucking fuck fuck they need to make an evil club."
"Let's make an evil club, I have a couple suggestions for it too."
"Christa, J*stin fuckhead B*eber, Mikey, that 20 year old model, BLI, the person who cut Oli Sykes' hair and the person who cut Andy Biersack's hair."
"I second you on all of those. What about O*e D*rection? And all that other bubblegum pop bullshit? And the person who cut your hair?"
"Them too. But mostly Christa."
"Yeah baby. Mostly Christa."
"(Sobs) Christa used to call me baby. *Breaks down completely)"
That's all for now. Killjoy OUT.
"Ray, I'm sorry. It's just... His hair makes your's seem pathetic. I know, your hair is amazing, but compared to his... It just makes me want to... I love his hair so much. I want to marry it. And the closest I can get to that is running away with him. Sorry Ray. I prefer bangs to poofs. Christa. PS: 'He' is J*stin B*eber."
Jeez. How could she? So this is what Alicia went through about the Mikey thing. God, he hadn't been sympathetic enough. He'd better go re-apologise to her tomorrow. It's horrible. To go through something like this... Mikey's evil. They should make an evil club, he thought. Mikey, Christa, J*stin B*eber and BLI. It's just so painful. He buried his face in a pillow and wept.
Frank came in. Ray sat up hurriedly, hoping it was Christa come to say sorry. Or that it was a prank. But it was just Frank. He sank back into the pillow and tasted the salty tears. Frank grinned and help up the pair of trousers/pants that Ray was gonna wear in the video for S.I.N.G. Then he turned them around. Where were the pockets? Why could he see the inside? Of course. What a Frank thing to do. He'd cut the pockets out. Ray really couldn't care less if the world saw his butt. He had much worse things to think about. Frank noticed and came over,
"Hey buddy, what happened?"
"(Bursts into tears)"
"It's okay bro. Maybe I can help?"
"Nobody can help. Christa dumped me. Her new boyfriend's a fucking loser too."
"Of course he is, but for her to leave you, he must have fucking amazing hair."
"He doesn't, and that makes it even worse."
"Who is it?"
"J*stin fucking sunnuva bitch dickhead B*ber."
"Oh man that is fucking sucktastic. Come on. You need a coffee."
They get up and get two coffees. When they sit back down, Ray doesn't drink his. He just rocks back and forth in Frank's arms, sobbing.
"Ray, I know it's pointless saying this to you, but you're gonna need to get over it dude."
"It is pointless saying that."
"I know. Just let the pain out. It'll be okay though."
"Now I know how Alicia feels."
"God Mikey was a fucking idiot then wasn't he"
"Fucking motherfucker son of a fucking fuck fuck they need to make an evil club."
"Let's make an evil club, I have a couple suggestions for it too."
"Christa, J*stin fuckhead B*eber, Mikey, that 20 year old model, BLI, the person who cut Oli Sykes' hair and the person who cut Andy Biersack's hair."
"I second you on all of those. What about O*e D*rection? And all that other bubblegum pop bullshit? And the person who cut your hair?"
"Them too. But mostly Christa."
"Yeah baby. Mostly Christa."
"(Sobs) Christa used to call me baby. *Breaks down completely)"
That's all for now. Killjoy OUT.