I ran back home! 
Well, it's no big deal since as I said before, Harry and I are almost neighbors. His house is just a few blocks away from mine. I ran because MY AMP WAS HERE!
I ran into the kitchen and asked mom, "MOM! MY AMP JUST ARRIVED LAST NIGHT! WHERE IS IT?"
"Oh, so that thing is called an amp?"
"IS IT HERE?"

"Yeah, it's in your room. Why did you order that? What does it do?"
Mom's a boomer but it's okay. I still love her.
"It's just something, mom,"
I ran upstairs, opened the door and looked at that amp kept right before me, waiting for my return. MY BABY! 
I went ahead and hugged it tightly. It was so cool! No, I mean, actually cold. I looked for my bass but it wasn't there.

"Looking for this?" Anna stood at the door of my room, with MY senior's bass in her hands.
"Leave it, Anna. It's not for bitches,"
"What kind of guitar is this? It makes no sound," She stuck the strings.
"It's a bass," I explained that dimwit.
"So, you're playing a bass?" She gave a dirty look to MY senior's bass so I snatched it from her.

"Go away, Anna,"
"Seriously, bass suits you." Did I hear right? Anna is being nice to me?
"Thank—"
"It's super easy to learn and sounds fucking melancholic and gay! Just like you!" She slammed the door and went away.
"...Well, fuck you too!"
I searched up the internet. I wanted to know how to set up the bass with the amp. Once I was done, it was time to just rip it!

I blasted Spanish music on my computer and began practicing the chords. There was a bullfight going on inside my computer, and I, Kate Roberts, was sitting on a chair and striking the chords. The entire crowd was cheering and shouting as the man in the computer slowly took a red cloth and looked at huge black bull. The bull looked terrifying. The man flapped the red cloth and the bull ran towards him at full speed, the man dodged the bull gracefully and turned back at it again.

"Hiya! Come here!" He shouted in Spanish. Do I know Spanish? My DNA test revealed I'm 1% Spanish, need I say more? It's the subtitles, you fools! The crowd cheered louder and louder and louder until my room's door slammed open!

"Why is your TV at such a high volume?!" Mom shouted. Yes bitches, I, Kate Roberts, have a personal TV cause I'm fricking rich!
"Mom, it's not the TV but my computer."
"WHAT?!"
"IT'S NOT THE TV BUT MY COMPUTER!"
"WHAT?! I CAN'T HEAR SHIT!"
"ARE YOU DEAF?!"
She plugged out my computer.

"Finally, peace and silence,"...One day, when you'll be old and in a hospital, I'll plug out your life support just like this and put my phone charger instead.
"Don't you dare turn it on again, Anna is studying."
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes.
"Oh yeah, Kate, you didn't tell me you made friends,"

"Trust me, mom, I'm equally surprised. I didn't know that before yesterday,"
"Well, it's good you're finally socializing!" Mom hugged me.
"Mom—"
"ALL MY SON NEEDS NOW IS A CRUSH! Is there a suitable candidate at your school?"

Crush?
My face turned red.
"Oh? Did I hit the nail?"
"HECK NO!" Brandon? My crush? In no world!
"Who is that beauty my son has given his heart to?" Your daughter's ex. Maybe.
"GET LOST, MOM!" I dragged mom out of my room and slammed the door on her face.
"You're just like me when I was young," Well, we both fell for a guy, unfortunately.

I started my computer again and continued practicing. This time, I played rock music—Anna hates it! That's one of the reasons why I love it. Actually, that's the only reason why I love it. It was Sunday, what the fuck is Anna doing studying? Stupid nerd!

"Yeah!" The rock band's vocalist shouted from the stage to the audience. You know these rock vocalist? They sound like they were locked down in a basement for four years, only smoking cocaine and eating ashes. That's how unique their voices are and I love that uniqueness. I'm all up for it. I banged my head while playing chords as simple as an E minor. Bruh.

"Now sing along guys—Girl I like you!"
"Girl I like you!!" The audience shouted.
"But if you don't!" The man shouted.
"But if you don't!" The audience shouted.
"Then bitch there's plenty of fish in the sea, yeah!" He growled as he played his rock guitar while sticking out his tongue.

"YEAH!" I shouted.
"Girls are not my type! I think I'm into guys!"
What the fuck is playing? I looked at my YouTube feed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Anna shouted as she slammed open the door of my room.
"BRING THAT SHIT IN!" The vocalist shouted in the background. This man has good timing because shit literally came in.

"CAN'T YOU PLAY IT AT A LOWER VOLUME?!" She shouted.
"THAT'S CALLED MUSICAL DISRESPECT!" I enlightened her.
"YEAH!" The vocalist was on fire in the background.

"Shut up! AND WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT HARRISON'S PLACE LAST NIGHT?! YOU AIMING AT ALL POPULAR GUYS NOW?!"
"I'M NOT!"
"YOU SLEPT WITH HARRISON?"
"...What? Harry?"
"YOU FUCKING SLEPT WITH HARRISON FUCKING LOUVERNE?!"

"NO I DIDN'T!"
"YOU LITTLE SLUT! YOU'RE GAY!"
"I'M NOT GAY! AND EVEN IF I WERE, I WOULDN'T FUCK HARRY—WE'RE FRIENDS!"
"Friends? Like you and Brandon?"
"BRANDON IS NOT MY FRIEND!"
"YEAH BECAUSE YOU DON'T FUCK YOUR FRIENDS!"

"I AIN'T FUCKING BRANDON!"
"OH NO, YOU LIAR!" The vocalist shouted.

"LIAR LIAR LIAR!" The audience shouted.
"What are you both shouting about?" Mom and dad barged into my room,
"WE DON'T NEED TO BITCHES! ALL WE NEED IS BOYS!" The vocalist shouted.
"Why are you always fighting?! Aren't you twins?!"
"WE DON'T FUCK EACH OTHER!" The vocalist shouted. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!

"KATE ROBERTS!" Mom shouted, "I THINK I TURNED OFF THIS COMPUTER!"
"BUT IT'S SUNDAY!" I explained why I should blast non-Christian, loud music into the household. As you may have noticed, my points aren't strong enough.
"Kate, your grades have been falling because you listen to music all the damn time," Dad said.
"No, they've been falling because I don't study!"
"Then, study!"

"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF IT!" Mom plugged out my computer and picked it up, "Honey, go get the gun," She told dad and they went downstairs with my computer.

"Hey wait! What are you doing?!" I kept my bass aside and ran after mom but Anna grabbed my hand. "MOM!" I shouted as mom and dad went downstairs, "LEAVE ME!" 
"Hey, stop it!" Anna shouted.
I pushed her away and ran after them, "MOM!"
"We're fucking tired of you and this fucking computer!"
"STAY BACK!" Dad shouted as mom kept the computer on the ground in the backyard. Dad shot the computer.

"NO! NO! STOP IT! WHAT THE HELL!" I began crying, "MY COMPUTER! YOU DESTROYED MY COMPUTER!" Anna took a hammer and began hitting its remains.
I brought it from my pocket money! 
"WHY WOULD YOU DO IT?!"I shouted.
"We wouldn't if you listened to us once in awhile," Mom said.
"Get into the house now," Dad said.

I hate them so much. 
Why are my parents like this? Even Anna blasts pop music in the house on her stereo system but my parents never say her anything. And whenever I play music, everyone has a problem. They gifted her a stereo on her birthday and all I got was books!
THIS IS BULLSHIT!

I HATE THEM!
I ran out of the backyard.
"KATE COME BACK!"
"KATE ROBERTS!"

Let them break everything!  Break my bass and amp too! You think that would make me study or being me closer to you, it won't! I HATE MY ENTIRE FAMILY! I ran and ran and ran, where should I go? I don't want to go to Harry's place because I know his parents must be home. Plus Anna and mom know that I can be there. Finally, I stood in front of Malcolm's house. I wiped my tears and pressed the doorbell.

A young boy opened the door. Maybe he's Malcolm's brother?
"Hello," I said, "...Is Malcolm home?"
"What are you doing here? Are you done with your chords?" This voice. I looked into his brown eyes. "You are..."
"I'm Malcolm,"
"NO MAKEUP?!" I was actually scared by how different a person looks with and without makeup. He looked so much younger without that Gothic makeup. For the first time, his eyes looked real and his hair was down like always, covering his forehead. He looked like an American version of some Japanese emo boy.

I went inside and looked around, "No one's home?"
"My parents are out for a business trip,"
"I see," We went into his kitchen. I honestly felt really weird seeing him without makeup.
"You don't put makeup on Sundays?"
"I don't go out on Sundays and expect no people to visit me either,"

He poured me some coffee and passed it to me. "Thanks,"
We sat at the dining table. He sat in front of me and I looked at him. You know, if he didn't put that makeup, he might be more popular among the ladies. Oh ho ho, Brandon's position as a prince is in danger. I looked at his left palm. It was bandaged, "How did you get that?" I asked.
"Oh, just an accident,"
"Damn, you might not be able to play for a while,"

"Yeah, about that," He kept his cup aside, "I'm a lefty so I slap the bass with my left hand,"
"I know, you look so cool!"
"But now, I can't do it or the wound might open."
"Is it a deep cut?"
"Yeah. And I have a performance on Halloween at the Malibu beach. They booked me one month prior, but now, I'll have to cancel."

"That's sad..." I said.
"I know," He looked at his hand, "Bad luck,"
"Why don't you send some other bassist?"
"I don't have anyone,"
"The school doesn't have any bassist, what the fuck! WHY?!"
"Because people think bass is easy, boring and does not get you girls,"

I was infuriated, "Bass is not easy! I can't even learn a few chords in one day! It's as difficult as any other instrument!"
"Usually, bassists aren't much respected in a band or among rock musicians,"
This is just so sad. I honestly love the voice of a bass. It's so calming and yolo-ish. I'm not having it.

"Don't cancel that performance!" I said.
"Huh?"
"I'LL PLAY!" I got up.
"...Sit down,"
"Okay,"

"It's in eight days, you can't possibly learn it so good to perform,"
"I can try!"
"What if you can't do it?"
"Cancel the performance,"
"I can't cancel it in the last moment. In that case, I'll have to pay for all their losses,"

"I'll make sure you won't have to cancel!" I was confident!
Whenever I am confident, something always fucks up! But I'll help my senior!
He rubbed his neck and looked at me, "If you fail, you'll pay for their losses. I won't be taking half ashed shit to a performance."
"DEAL! WHEN DO I START THE PRACTICE?"
"Right...now,"

-To be continued

Malcolm Bevery
All I Want is you baby