2-I'm Just a Kid...[SP]

Three hours had passed and they still wouldn't open the door. "I give up!" Pierre yelled, sliding down the door, and pulling his knees to his chest. "Finally." I said under my breath. He looked at me, and he had tears in his eyes. I rolled my eyes, "You're a drama queen!" I exclaimed, "You're a tattletale!" He retorted, I scowled. "You're a fucking woman beater!" I yelled, "No I'm not!" He protested, letting tears fall from his eyes. I sighed, and crawled over to him, "I'm sorry." I said quietly, leaning my back against the door. "Shut up." He sneered. I rolled my eyes, "Pierre you are a dick." I exclaimed, punching him hard in the arm. "Ouch you fucking bitch!" He yelled, pushing me into the wall. "Fuck you!" I shouted, letting tears well in my eyes. I pulled my knees to my chest, and wrapped my arms around them. I rested my chin on them and started to cry silently. "Oh my God! Would you stop!" He exclaimed, "Screw you." I muttered. "No Screw you! You fucking slut!" He yelled, I kicked him and started to cry harder. "Stop!" Pierre exclaimed, I didn't answer. "I said stop!" He yelled, I just shut my eyes. Then something unexpected happened! Pierre wrapped his arms around me, as in he hugged me! I didn't say anything, and I didn't move. "Just stop crying please." He said under his breath. I ignored him, and he pulled me into his lap, it sent a shiver up my spine. Too weird. "I'm really sorry okay?" He mumbled, tightening his grip around me. "Shut up!" I yelled, it must have shocked him because he let go of me. I moved away from him, and knocked my make-up bag off my counter. The contents spilled onto the floor, and I grabbed my razor. "What are you doing?" Pierre asked, barely moving. I ignored him, and pressed the blade against my wrist. "Please just stop." He said. "Fuck off." I said, looking straight into his brown eyes. I moved the blade across my wrist without looking away from him. He scowled, and ripped the razor ot of my hand.
"Give it back!" I yelled, "No!" He retorted, "It's not like you care." I snarled. "Obviously I do!" He retorted, I rolled my eyes and banged my head against the counter. "Remember when you use to be nice to me when David told me I was a mistake?" I asked, he just stared at me. "And he said I was the worst sister in the world...because I told my mom that he hit me?" I added, Pierre shook his head. "You were the only one that talked to me for the whole two weeks that David was mad at me." I muttered, "Okay, I can beat that...remember when Chuck got mad at me because he thought I kissed his girlfriend Patricia? And you told him that me and you were watching a movie that night...Everyone knew it was a lie. Patricia even threatened to kill me, and you punched her in the face." Pierre laughed, running his hands through his dark hair. "I didn't like her." I muttered, tapping my fingers on the floor. "How about when me and Seb you know...uh did...it and when his mom phoned my house, you pretended you were my dad." I said, smiling at him. He chuckled, "You guys are gross." He laughed. "So? It was still cool of you." I replied, "Me cool? I never would have imagined you saying that." He said, I shrugged. "Come here." He said, I cocked an eyebrow at him. "No." I replied simply. "I just want to see what you did to your arm...I won't bite!" He exclaimed, I frowned. "This time." He added quickly. I hesitated, but moved closer to him. He ran his index finger along the short cut in my arm, and shook his head. All of a sudden the door of the bathroom flew open, and Pierre dropped back against Chuck. "Are you guys friends now?" Chuck asked, I glared at him. "I'm going to kill you!" I shreiked, jumping over Pierre. Chuck took off toward the front of the bus, but Seb blocked the door.

I punched Chuck hard in the arm, and he slapped me in the arm lightly. "Ow!" I yelled, forcing tears into my eyes. I touched where he hit me, and let tears fall from my eyes. "You hit my baby sister!" David yelled, wrapping his arms around me. "I didn't-" Chuck started, "We saw you hit her." Seb muttered. I pushed David off of me, and looked at Chuck, I took a few steps toward him and kicked him hard where the sun don't shine. He screamed, and I smiled innocently. "That's for locking us in the bathroom." I yelled, dropping down beside Patrick on the couch.
"What are you doing?" I asked, "Updating the website." He answered, not taking his eyes off of his laptop. "You're no fun." I mumbled, "Sorry, we'll hang later." He mumbled. "Jenn! Want to come with me to see Tony?" Pierre yelled from the back of the bus. "No." I replied, "Your loss." He said, pushing Seb out of his way, and walking out of the tourbus.

"Sebbers, can you take a walk with me?" I asked, he hesitated. "Yeah sure." He replied, grabbing his hoodie off the back of a chair. I stood up, and skipped off the bus with him following.
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