Disclaimer: I do not own any band or brand used in this story
Well um, new story cool? Cool, moving on. Hahaha wait I didn't mean to…nevermind.
Ever imagined living with the name Mooshoo? My parents obliviously didn't. My name Mooshoo Rose Cunningham. Cool? Cool, moving on.
I'm running away, cool? Cool. I'm bullied, my parents abused me, we're going broke, and I have lots of issues. I have a medium sized suitcase filled with clothes, my laptop, my phone and laptop charger, my journal, and a few other small things. I also have about five thousand dollars in cash in there too.
As much as I would love to take a plane or train out of this state, I'd rather walk, save my money and lose some weight, cool right? Yeah I know.
Right now, I'm in like Maryland. They'd expect me to be around New Jersey though. Maryland looked lovely, I guess. I could live here. I'll find a motel in like Baltimore or something, yeah that works. I mean, I was turning 18 in like, a little less than a year. If I can hide for that time, I won't be forced back with them.
I continued walking until I saw a sign that said 'Welcome to Baltimore'. Cool, now all I need is to find a motel or something. Right? Right.
A car slowed down next to me, "You alright?" The guy asked. Oh hey, it was a hot guy, cool.
"Does it look like it?"
"Not really" He laughed.
"Where's the closest motel?"
"Ah, new in town?"
"More like new in tri-state area"
"Where're you from?"
"Massachusetts"
"Wow, how'd you get here?"
"Since when were we playing twenty questions? I walked by the way"
"Oh no wonder you're so thin"
"Well okay"
"So you need a ride?"
"And a place to stay, and a job, mostly just a place to stay so the cops don't find me"
"On the run?"
"Runaway"
"Oh why?"
"Long story"
"Hop in, and tell"
"How am I sure you're not a rapist"
"Do I look like one?"
"Kind of"
"You can stay with me, my parents won't mind, I can probably get you a job too"
"Well then"
"You know you want too"
"Not really, but sure, if it means I can sleep somewhere besides a box, cool"
I got in his car and he started driving to what I think is his house. We got out and walked up the stairs and into the large house.
"Hey mom!" He yelled.
"Yes Alex?" Guess Alex was his name.
"I found this girl and she ran away and she has no place to stay"
His mom walked in and gasped at what she saw.
"Are you alright sweetheart?"
"Better than I was before"
"Well of course you can stay, why did you run away?"
I looked down at my dirty black vans.
"I was abused, bullied, I have depression, and I'm a former cutter, my life just overall sucks"
She hugged me.
"How old are you dear?"
"Just turned seventeen"
"Alex show her to the guest room and help her cleanup"
He nodded and we walked upstairs.
"She's nice"
"Yeah, so what's your name?"
"Mooshoo"
"What?"
"Mooshoo. M-o-o-s-h-o-o" I spelled it out.
He furrowed his eyebrows, "I'm Alex"
"Well thanks, couldn't figure that out"
He smirked and opened the door to the guest room. It had light blue walls and just a beachy theme to it.
"Bathroom's across the hall, Looks like you might want to clean up before anything else"
"Thanks" I smiled and closed the door. I unpacked my clothes and plugged my laptop and phone in, letting them charge. I put my money in a secret pocket in my bag.
I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, a long sleeve blue shirt, and clean underwear and whatnot for my shower then walked across to the bathroom. It took me a few minutes but I turned it on.
I took my time and washed the disgusting smell off of me. I turned it off and got out, changing and drying my black 25 inch long hair. It was really long; horse shampoo does the trick, who would've known? I walked out and back into the guest room. I fixed my makeup, something I haven't worn in a few weeks; only foundation and mascara.
I walking downstairs.
"Hi Mooshoo, right?" She asked.
I nodded, "You can call me Isobel dear" I noticed her thick British accent, cool.
"Are you hungry?"
"Starving"
"I can tell" She laughed.
"Do you have any allergies or anything?"
"Um, I'm a vegetarian"
"So what would you like?"
"Anything sounds good right now" I said. She smiled and turned to the stove then placed a bowl of macaroni and cheese in front of me.
"Alex food is done!" He ran down the stairs.
"Hey Mooshoo, Mom, oh Jack's coming over"
"Oh I am so shocked" Isobel said sarcastically. I like her, she reminds me of, me.
The front door opened and in walked a kid with blonde covering the front of his bangs. Weird kid.
"Hello Isobel, my love, Alex, some pretty girl"
"Hello Jack" She smiled and put a bowl in front of him as well. I ate slowly; I hadn't eaten for two days, unsure about how things were going to go, so I wanted to savoir this.
"Jack, this is Mooshoo, Mooshoo, this is Jack"
"Hey" I said and pushed my hair behind my ear, but quickly putting it back after remembering I have a bruise that I couldn't quite cover up completely with foundation. I think Isobel noticed, but she already knew I was abused.
"Mooshoo" He said again to himself before hugging me.
"Where you from, Mooshoo?"
"Massachusetts"
"Whoa, far"
"Yeah" I sighed. I finished my food and sighed.
"That was so good"
"You sound like you haven't ate in days"
"I haven't" He mouthed an 'O'.
"So where'd you find her Alex?"
"Bathing in a pond" I heard Isobel chuckle to herself from the pantry.
"Really?"
"No she was wandering around and she asked where the closest motel was, but I insisted that she come with me"
"Creepy"
"You should have seen her face"
"Her face is still here you know" I said.
"Right so Mooshoo, can I call you like Shooey or something?"
"How about Cow?"
"No"
"What's your middle name?"
"Rose, why?"
"I'm calling you Rose"
"I think I'll stick with Shooey"
"Alright then"
"So Rose"
"Yes Alex?"
"I'm going to show you around the neighborhood and then I'm going to get you a job, and then we're going to a gig"
"A gig?"
"We're in a band"
"Well alright, cool"
"Alex be home soon!"
"Alright mom!" He yelled as he walked out the front door.
"This is Rita's, we all work here"
"We all?"
"The rest of the band"
"Oh"
"Yeah, so here, let's see if Rian can give you a job"
We walked in and behind the counter up to a guy with brown-almost no- hair.
"Hey Rian"
"Hey"
"This is Mooshoo"
"Mooshoo?"
"Yes" I said annoyed by this, it's almost like kindergarten all over again.
"Can she have a job?"
"Well I guess"
"When do I start?"
"You can just work when Alex works"
"Well okay"
"We have rehearsal in like two hours, your house right?"
"Yeah" Rian said as we walked out the little store, shop, place.
"How's your music?"
"Good, I guess, we already have one album and one ep"
"Cool, are you like signed though?"
"To Emerald Moon Records"
"Cool" They nodded and we continued walking around. We walked back to Alex's or our house. Weird saying that, it's like just creepy. How can one become so close with a group of people in less than 24 hours?
"Shooey?" Jack asked as we sat down in Alex's room. It was filled with guitars and microphones and other pointless teenager shit.
"Yeah?"
"Let me get this straight, your name is Mooshoo, kind of like mushu pork and you are a vegetarian?"
I nodded, "That is correct"
"Weird"
"Well, I've never had meat before so, I guess, yeah"
"Shooey?"
"Yes Jack?"
I swear we were playing 20 questions, heck we probably were.
"Why did you runaway?"
"That's kind of personal"
"You don't have to answer"
"No it's fine"
I thought for a minute.
"Well, my parents abused me, I have depression, I cut, or used to, I did before I left, my parents both lost their jobs and they blamed me, going back to the abusing, I am kind of just a fuck up"
They both stared at me.
"Well okay then"
"I'm sorry Shooey" Jack said and hugged me.
I smiled and hugged back.
"Hate to ruin your little love fest, but we have band practice"
"Didn't you know that we're getting married?"
I leaned onto Jack and he put his arm around my shoulders.
"It's true" He flipped his hair.
"Yeah sure" Alex laughed and got up. We got up and made our way to Rian's house.
Well, um. Cool I guess. This is supposed to take place in 2005, around September? So like before they got signed to Hopeless and after The Party Scene. I'm sorry if nothing makes sense, it's kind of hard to do this when you know so little about these people ok.
Not sure if I'm going to continue this ifdjsdsgenr
But um yeah, review okay, cool, moving on.