The Story of a Loser [PATD] 1

Enter Robbie Rosenberg

I really have no idea what I’m doing. Or why I’m doing it for that matter. I mean, even I think it’s pointless and childish. Now that’s saying something. But unfortunately for me, my conscious has no control over my actions. And that is why I am chasing Chad the security guard in a ghost costume.

It’s a pretty lame costume too. All Hanna and Ashley did was throw a white sheet over me. That, and draw two eyes on it with black marker. The sheet completely covered my body, leading me to finally acknowledge the fact that being short can have its advantages. I can’t really see in it either. But the funniest part about this whole thing is that Chad is terrified.

I’m not even joking here. The fat Twinki man is running away from me screaming. I know its kinda dark in the arena and everything, but seriously, I can’t be that scary! All I could hear now was Hanna’s cackling laughter while I waved my arms over my head, making weird noises as I chased him.

God, I have no life.

“BOOGLY-BOOGLY-BOOGLY!” I shouted as I tripped over a merchandise box. “Ouch, shit.” Cue obnoxious laughter. How great are my friends? Notice the heavy sarcasm.

“STOOOP!!” Chad cried out, still terrified. He was hunched over trying to catch his breath as far as I could tell. He needs to work out more. Maybe if he did a little more cardio or weights or-

“EEEPP!” Hanna giggled loudly. This could only mean one thing. Brendon was here. I turned my head towards her direction. Brendon had picked her up and was in the process of spinning her around in circles. And now they were kissing.

Excuse me while I go hang myself now, or just go gag.

“Who is that?” A disgustingly soft and high pitched voice interrupted my suicidal thoughts. I spun around on my heel to face the rest of the band. Wait, there should only be three people standing there. So who’s that person standing next to Ryan? And why is she wrapping her arms around his waist? And why-

Fuck.

“Robbie?” I heard Spencer question while trying to hold back his laughter. I was too panicked to confirm his suspicious. I mean come on! Who the fuck else is stupid enough to go around draped in a sheet making a fool of themselves? He should know its me!

I walked forward and jabbed a finger in the direction of the fourth, uninvited figure. “Who the hell are you?” Jon made a grab for my sheet and I slapped his hand away. “Bad fairy!” I scolded him.

“ROBBIE!!” He cried out, horrified, while Spencer gave me a thumbs up. I ignored them both.

“Robbie, this is, umm,” Ryan seemed at a loss for words. He looked so cute standing there. But he would have been cuter if she wasn’t attached to his hip.

“I’m Christy, the love of Ryan’s life and who are you?” She smiled at me. It was a fake smile too.

I finally removed the sheet. “Robbie.”

She turned towards Ryan and whispered in his ear loudly. “Babe, who is this freak?”

Ryan fidgeted. I narrowed my eyes at her. “Are you deaf or something? My name’s R-o-b-b-i-e.” I emphasized. She still glared.

“Well what are you doing here?” She snapped angrily. Brendon stepped between us while Ashley and Hanna situated themselves besides me, arms crossed.

“Calm down Christy, damn.” Brendon rolled his eyes. “Robbie’s working at the merch tables with Hanna and Ashley. She stayed on the bus with us.”

“Wait, what do you mean stayed?” I asked him curiously. By now Ryan wouldn’t even look at me and Christy was smirking.

“Ohhh! So she’s that girl. I’ve heard about you. You’re the lame free-loader who’s been hiding away on their tour bus.” Bitch.

Okay Robbie, deep breaths here. I will not retaliate I will not-Awh who am I kidding? Fuck it.

“I wish I could say the same, Rusty. But Ryan never talks about you.”

“Robbie, please!” Ryan tore away from Christy whom I have now dubbed Rusty and pulled me away. “Robbie, be nice. I’m begging you!” He got down on one knee while holding my hands.

“Be nice!? Ryan, you obviously don’t know me!” I replied, glaring at him. What can I say, I’m pretty pissed that he let Rusty walk all over me. “And what did Brendon mean by ‘stayed’? Are you guys kicking me off?” I was getting a little worried.

“No! It’s not that. It’s just, well Christy has no place to stay and she came for a week. I told her before I met you that she could stay on the tour bus when she came. And, well, shit. Would it be possible for you to stay in Hanna and Ashley’s van while Christy’s here?” Ryan looked at me sadly. I can’t stay mad at him.

“Yeah. It’s fine. I’ll just go get my things I guess.” I mumbled pathetically. Ryan jumped up and hugged me tightly, hanging on for what seemed like forever. Not that I’m complaining or anything.

“Ry-AN!” Rusty yelled. “What the hell are you doing?” I pulled away from Ryan’s hug, narrowed my eyes at Rusty, and made a move to stomp over there and wipe that smirk off her face. I had gotten two steps before Ryan wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back. I struggled for a second but it was a lost cause.

“Thank you Rose.” He whispered before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I sniffed, “Yeah, whatever,” Before walking back towards Ashley and Hanna. Brendon had his arms around Hanna’s waist. He looked at me sympathetically while Ashley was glaring at Rusty who was shooting daggers at me.

Can’t you just feel the fucking love or what?
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