;: Help yourself, I hope you choke and die;:
“Ry stop!” I squealed as he picked me up and got dangerously close to the pool. “C’mon, Ry. Fifty bucks!” I clung to him, not wanting to be engulfed into the cold chlorinated water. He only chuckled and took one step closer to the bright blue water. “Seventy-five!” I yelled in mid air before crashing into the freezing pool. I emerged with my black eyeliner and aqua eye shadow running down my face and a devious grin plastered onto my face. “Ryan you are a jerk.” I pouted.
“Awwe, is my wittle Bee sad?” He asked in his best baby voice. I nodded as he crouched down next to the edge of the pool. “Will a kiss make it better?” I smiled innocently as he fell perfectly into my plan. “Well okay.” He shrugged and leaned into my lips, but instead of closing my eyes and enjoying the moment of bliss, I grabbed a hold of his yellow t-shirt and pulled him into the pool with me. He splashed around a little before resurfacing.
“Whoops?” I shrugged as he swam over to me, revenge painted all over his face.
“You little bitch.” He stated as he wrapped his thin arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. “Now I shall take my revenge.” He laughed his best ‘evil’ laugh.
“Okay, Ry. This isn’t Dungeons and Dragons so lets stop with the medieval talk, alright?” Brendon’s head poked out of the house at the mention of his favorite game.
“What’d cha just say?” He said, his mouth stuffed with jet puffed marshmallows.
“Nothing, Bren.” Ryan sighed as I giggled from next to him. “Just go back inside.” Brendon nodded and disappeared back into my brother’s house. “What a loser.” Ryan mumbled before focusing his attention back to his revenge on me.
“Ryan..” I warned as I saw his eyes get darker. “Hurt me and I staple your dick to you’re forehead.” I threatened as he lifted his hands out of the water, and with one swift movement, I had been dunked. That little mofo.
“Next time you won’t pull me into the pool, now will you?” Ryan said once he released me from his death grip.
“Ughhh, jerk off!” I wiped the water away from my eyes. “No sex for you, birthday boy.”
“Wait, no.” Ryan’s look of amusement quickly turned into a more serious one. “It’s my birthday, though…” He trailed off. “The big two ohh.” He attempted to convince me otherwise.
“Hmm, I don’t know.” I pondered while I slipped out of my summer dress, leaving me in just my underwear and bra. “You’ll have to make it up to me, I guess.” I shrugged as Ryan removed his shirt and came over closer to me.
“I think I can do that.” He smiled as our lips met in what I swear felt like a little slice of heaven, only to be interrupted by my big brother’s obnoxiously high strung voice.
“Hey lovebirds! Out of the pool! Its time for cake, and if Ryan doesn’t get his manorexic ass in here in five seconds, I’m blowing out the candles!” Pete poked his head out of the sliding glass door that lead into the kitchen. I smiled as he scurried back inside and left me and Ryan alone again.
“I love you so much.” I leaned in and kissed him lightly.
“I love you more.” He reconnected our lips.
;: Your market value, your resurrection;;
“-and even though he’s just a skinny little emo boy, we all love him to death and hope he has an amazing twentieth birthday! Now, drink up bitches! I am so getting laid tonight!” We all screamed and held up our Champaign flutes as Pete finished off his I-made-you-famous-now-let-me-give-an-embarrising-and-slightly-awkward-speech-at-your-birthday speech.
“Thanks Pete, that really touched my heart.” Ryan nodded in approval as he tightened his grip on my waist. “You wanna get outta here?” He whispered lovingly into my ear.
“But it’s cake time…” I trialed off as he began to ‘persuade’ me by leaving a trail of small kisses from my cheek down to my neck.
“Please?” He looked up to me with his big brown puppy dog eyes that no woman could resist.
“Bye Pete.” I mumbled as I pulled Ryan out of the front door. “Good party.”
;:Are you okay? You look pretty low, very handsome awkward;:
“Gimme the key!” I wined as Brendon horded Ryan’s hotel room key from me until I screamed ‘BIG PURPLE DICK’ at the top of my lungs in the middle of the hotel lobby.
“Not until you say it.” He held the white plastic card above his head, out of my reach completely.
“C’mon Bren, I haven’t seen him in three months. I really want to surprise him.” I said in fake disappointment. He must’ve noticed my fake tears before sighing in defeat.
“You must really love him.” Brendon handed me the key as I nodded happily.
“More than anything. Thanks, Bren.” I gave him a quick peck on the cheek before running towards the elevator.
“Floor Eighteen! Room 612!” I heard him yell after me, but I was too excited to see Ryan to even take notice. I stepped into the elevator and began my journey up. When the ding rang and indicated that I was on my designated floor, I rushed out of the small metallic space and into the direction of Ryan’s room. When I arrived, I immediately slid the key in and opened the heavy hotel room door.
“Ry-” I stopped short when I saw the scene in front of me.
“Bridgett! What the hell are you doing here?” Ryan scurried out of the bed, and struggled to pull his boxers back on.
“Umm I think the more important question is what is she doing here?!” I asked as my eyes narrowed in shock and anger. “I thought you two were over!” I screamed as the bleach blonde bitch I had come to know and hate untangled herself from the sheets and over to where Ryan was standing.
“What’s happening babe?” She asked as she intertwined her fingers with Ryan’s.
“Hang on Kelt.” Ryan shushed his whore before continuing. “Bridge, I meant to tell you.” He shrugged as if it was common knowledge that he was sleeping with her again.
“Meant to tell me what exactly?” I shook my head in complete aw that he could stand there with so much poise while my heart felt like it was literally ripping in two.
“Bee, I don’t love you anymore.” He looked down, obviously not wanting to look into my tear stained face.
“And you love her?!” I sobbed angrily as Keltie held that smug smile on her perfectly restructured face.
“Exactly.” She spoke with venom dripping from that one single word.
;:I beg to differ, make me an offer;:
I walked slowly towards Wash Park, letting silent tears fall. It had been two months since I had caught Ryan cheating on me. It had been two months since they had started dating. And it had been two months since my once happy world was crushed with a few small words. I don’t love you anymore.
I arrived at the place. The place where many memories were made. Under the weeping willow in the far corner of Wash Park was where Ryan and I shared our first kiss. It was where we would meet at night back when we were ‘just friends’. This was our tree, our place. But it was soon to become just a memory, because so was I.
I reached into my Clandestine hoodie pocket and pulled out my sidekick. I pressed speed dial two and waited as my phone’s screen read: calling RyBoo <3. This was it. This was goodbye forever.
He picked up after three long rings. “Hello?” he answered tiredly.
“Why?” I sobbed out as I felt the hard metal inside my jacket feel colder against my bare skin.
“Bridgett, I thought I told you that we-” I cut him off, defiantly not in the mood for his bull shit.
“I asked you why?!” I demanded, clutching the wrinkled paper inside of my palm.
“Bee, this was what was best. You and I both know it.” I let out one final sob before letting out my final words.
“Ryan?” I whispered softly as I pulled the shot gun out of my coat pocket.
“Yes Bridge?” He sounded annoyed.
“I love you.” I said, putting the gun to my head as all the colors spiraled into oblivion as my world went black. I had pulled the trigger.
;: I know you meant it, nice fucking disguise so hollow;:
The Face of Clandestine Clothing Commits Suicide
Bridgett Wentz, younger sister of emo rocker Pete Wentz and the cover girl for Clandestine Clothing, committed suicide yesterday evening in Wash Park. The model was found by former boyfriend Ryan Ross of the popular band Panic! At The Disco almost ten minutes after she pulled the trigger. “He must have known where she was,” Says paramedic Jake Brown. “To get from his apartment to her so fast.” The body was found under a tree, shotgun in one hand and a crumpled piece of paper in the other. The note reads: excuse me, I’m too busy you're writing your tragedies. Our exclusive interview with Bridgett’s brother, Pete Wentz, helps us understand her reasoning for killing herself:
Interviewer: Pete, about two months ago, Bridgett’s ex boyfriend Ryan Ross broke it off with her. Do you think that has any relevance to the suicide?
Pete Wentz: It has the upmost relevance to Bridgett’s death. What the public doesn’t know is that Bridgett was going to surprise Ryan and his band while they were on tour when she found him cheating on her with his current girlfriend Keltie. So yeah, I think that was defiantly the main reason for her suicide.
Interviewer: Has your relationship with Mr. Ross suffered at all from this incident?
Pete Wentz: Umm yeah, for sure. I mean when Bee found out about Ryan and Keltie I defiantly stayed away from him, not just because I thought Bridge would be mad at me, but he legitimately angered me. So now that his dumbass actions led to her death, I pretty much consider Ryan dead in my book. I don’t plan on continuing our friendship at all.
Interviewer: Will it be hard, considering that you two work in such close quarters?
Pete Wentz: I don’t think it will be hard because of all the hate I have built up for him. I think he should know that me doing favors for him is over. He’s going to have to make it without my help.
Interviewer: So the note that was found in Bridgett’s hand. Do you have any idea what that’s about?
Pete Wentz: Yeah, umm in Panic’s song I Write Sins, Not Tragedies Ryan has openly admitted to writing it about her when they were taking a break from each other, so I think that she wrote it as an in your face kind of thing.
Interviewer: How are you coping with the loss of your sister?
Pete Wentz: Well, you know this is a huge loss for all of us, not just me. I know that her best friend, Spencer Smith is really taking it hard. Our parents are devastated and as for me, it is just heartbreaking. We were so close and I feel that Ryan took that away from me.
Interviewer: Thanks, Pete.
Pete Wentz: Thank you.
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-The Used, Pretty Handsome Awkward.
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