Everything Is Nothing Without You-Hayley Williams[Slash Story]-Pt.2

Waking up is one of the hardest things I have to do everyday. But, luckily, this certain day, it wasent that impossible cause Rich was already up and cooking breakfast.
I stumbled into the kitchen rubbing my left eye. I sat down at the table a little harder than I wanted to, and winced at the noise and slight pain.
"Morning sleepy head. What do you want to eat?" Rich laughed and flipped over a egg, causing it to sizzle and pop.
'Mom isnt home. Thank god. But where's dad?'
"Nothing thanks. Where's mom, at work?" I gave him a tired smile.
"Ya, Mom left for work early, and Dad is sleeping still. I'll make sure that I'll get you out before he wakes up." He anwsered, not taking his eyes off the heated pan before him.
I nodded, even though how couldent see me.
I sighed and stood up, and started walking to my room.
I wakled through the doorway, and over to my cd player.
I picked up a Green Day cd, and placed it into the slot, only turning it up to 32, so I wouldent wake Dad.
St. Jimmy filled the room as I pulled open my dresser drawers, searching for something to wear.
I decided on a Black tantop, Skinny hot pink jeans, black converse, and a black and white Riot! hoodie.
My hair was pretty straight, so I decided to just pull a brush through it.
I walked back out to the kitchen, where I saw Rich cleaning the pan he was just using.
"How were your egg's?" I joked.
"Fine, thank you. You ready to blow this popsticle stand?" He chuckled and grabbed his car keys off the table before grabbing my backpack off the floor and handing it to me.
"Yessir." I smiled, and opened the front door, letting him out first.

The car ride to school was quiet. Not an akward quiet, but a peaceful one.
We pulled up to the brick building that stated Oak Haven High School in brass letters on the sign in front.
This school was supposed to be the best school in the state. I respectfully disagree.
There had been a few shootings in the past, fights everday after school, students GPA are extremley low, and the teachers eye rape the cheerleaders. Not the ideal school that it makes it's self out to be.
But, it was school none the less. And no way was I getting out of it. Rich wouldent have it. He dropped out last year, and he despritley wishes he could go back, but Mom wont let him. She says 'Mistakes are mistakes. You screwed up your life, now you have to deal with it.'
Not the ideal mother she makes herself out to be.
I was digging through my locker for my photo album when I heard a riot in the hallway.
I turned my head and saw about a billion students all huddled up at the billboard full of babysitting jobs, and cars for sale. I dont see what could be so interesting, but obviestly, it was something worth freaking out about, so I shut my loacker door, and walked over to it, forgetting about my album completley.
I tried to push myself through the pink and purple teens, dressed in short skirts, and tight low shirts. Finally, I made my way up to the board, and my eyes searched through the ad's.
Cars, babysitting, computers, furniture sets, paramore, church, clothes, PARAMORE??!
My eye darted back to the ad with my crush printed out on it. Hayley Williams, staring right into my eyes. Fake or not, it still set loose the butterflies.
'Paramore coming to Providence, RI. Lupo's Center, at 7:00 pm October 3rd!!'
'October third? That's tomorrow!! I cant wait to fr- Shit! I dont have any money. There's no way I can go.......Ugh. I hate life.'
I sulked away from the tainting ad, and over to homeroom, trying to forget about my dream that just got crushed in 2 seconds flat.

The rest of the school day was horrible. Only whispers, and coversations about who's going to the concert, and who has backstage passes.
I walked down the steps of the school, and over to Rich's car.
"Hey Bee. How was sc- what's wrong??" he asked when I shut the door, and buckled my seatbelt.
"Paramore's coming tomorrow to Lupo's."
"So, shouldent you be happy as a motherfucker??"
"Ya, mabye if I had money to go." I gave him a weird look, and threw my backpack into the backseat of the car.
"Really? Cause I think these will work perfectly fine, if they dont, i'm sueing the radio company for sure." He whispered as he slid his hand into his right pocket, and pulled out 2 tickets.
"Holy Fuck. What are those?" I asked with big eyes.
"Nothing much. Just front row seats to the Paramore concert AND backstage passes is all." He smiled and threw the tickets on my lap.
The air in my throat refused to come out. I was at a loss for words, and the butterflies were flapping harder than ever.
"Oh. My. Fucking. GOD! How'd you get these???? What the fuck Rich?! Why dident you tell me you idiot?!!" I flipped out in the front seat of his car, causing a few million kids to stare at me like I had 7 heads.
He just laughed and said Your welcome, and started the car.

Later that night, Rich said he won a radio contest, and the prize were these tickets.
He said that I only get to go if I take him.
What was I to say?
Of course, Yes.

That night, I dident get any sleep.