I heard you're doing okay
But I want you to know
I'm a dick
I'm addicted to you
I can't pretend I don't care
When you don't think about me
Do you think I deserve this?
I tried to make you happy but you left anyway
I'm trying to forget that
I'm addicted to you
But I want it and I need it
I'm addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And I never wanna do this again
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker
Since the day I met you
And after all we've been through
I'm still a dick
I'm addicted to you
I think you know that it's true
I'd run a thousand miles to get you
Do you think I deserve this?
I tried to make you happy
I did all that I could
Just to keep you
But you left anyway
I'm trying to forget that
I'm addicted to you
But I want it and I need it
I'm addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And I never wanna do this again
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker
How long will I be waiting?
Until the end of time
I don't know why I'm still waiting
I can't make you mine
I'm trying to forget that
I'm addicted to you
But I want it and I need it
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And I never wanna do this again
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker
I'm addicted to you
Heartbreaker
I'm addicted to you
Heartbreaker
I'm addicted to you
Heartbreaker
I'm addicted to you
Heartbreaker
-Simple Plan ('No Pads, No Helmets…Just Balls')
A/N: Alright guys! I got this review from this dude that didn't even post his name (I'll call him ). Any ways this is insulting Sketchy Ghost. Okay, I'm sounding like a hypocrite (AKA: Mom) but we're done arguing, alright! So Blank Dude, ENOUGH! Okay, on a lighter note, I saw Ice Age II, Benchwarmers, 8-Below, and The Wild, in that order, this weekend. Pretty wicked made chooses, or whatever-not. Okay…uh…well, this is awkward. Not in the Meet-the-Most-Freakin'-Hot-Girl-In-You're-Pathetic-Existence way, but in the Stephanie-Getting-Angry-Because-You-Called-Her-a-Queef-Bag sorta way. Alright. Time for the story.
1
In one quick action, Zack slammed Ricky's face against the wall. He yanked him back by the hair, noting the large blood spatter on the wall. Still using his hair, Zack threw him to the floor and leaned closer to him.
"I've warned you," he said. "If you go near him again, I'll do much worse. Gimme the money."
In a very painful expression, Ricky gave Zack a thick wad of bills. Zack tossed it to Tyler, who caught it and looked at it carefully.
Zack shoved Ricky's face down again on the floor, sending spider webs of blood all over the place.
He lead the way back to his room, where Max sat on the bed, talking to one of her 'girlfriends' on the phone. She looked up and said that she'd call back. The person on the other line said something and she quickly hung up with a grin on her face.
"Max, this is Tyler. Tyler, Max."
Max, always trying to hide it, was a very caring person. She saw the bruises on his arms and immediately linked them to the small droplets of blood on Zack's shirt. She gripped the sides of the bottom bunk tightly and asked in a pinched voice, "Ricky…!"
Zack nodded solemnly. Tyler, being only nine or ten, looked up and surprised both of them by saying, "And Zack kicked his ass."
Zack was taken aback, as was Max, but they both laughed and Zack hung his arm around Tyler's shoulder, and went to the Administrators office. There was a pressing matter to be taken care of.
2
Tyler happily tucked his camo sheets into the ends of the top bunk and spread the comforter on along with a soft, white blanket that looked like it had lived a great many years. Lastly, he hurriedly stuffed a teddy bear with a missing ear and faded fur under the pillow before jumping down and stuffing his cloths into the second dresser. When he was done, he looked at Zack and jumped, spreading his arms out wide and yelling, "Done!"
Zack clicked on a stop watch and declared, "Three minutes…fifty nine seconds. Beat my record by two seconds."
Tyler pumped a fist, then slapped Zack's palm. He fell silent, then took a GameBoy Advanced SP from his pocket and climbing into the bunk, wearing his thumbs out all the way.
Zack shook his head and began to check his email. One from Maddie, another from Maddie, another, another, another, another, and one from Cody. He regretfully opened the email and dared a peek.
TO: DUDE!
Dude! I thought you were going to answer Maddie a long time ago, apologizing like mad, but you actually risen to a new level. Of stupidity. Just because you've done a lot of drugs and stuff doesn't mean that you've got the right to-
Zack didn't read the rest. He clicked on the 'reply' button and typed feverously.
TO: RE: DUDE!
SCREW YOU! I'M STUPID! WHAT ABOUT YOU, YOU DICK-WAD! YOU GOT REBECCA PREGANET AFTER YOU GOT DRUNK, ASS HOLE! HAVE YOU TOLD MOM YET? NOPE. I KNEW IT! SO SHUT YOU'RE MOUTH YOU SON OF A BITCH. SHUT IT! SHUT IT!
3
Tyler looked up at Zack with big eyes. "Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Okay, fine! We'll clean our own room. I still don't know why, though."
Tyler pumped a fists and exited the room, coming back with an arm load of supplies. A Carpet-Doctor in miniature, a sponge in steaming, bubbly water, and new sheets.
Zack turned on the vacuum and began to clean the carpet in fluid motions. Tyler began to wash the walls, doing the "Wax on, wax off" thing from Karate Kid. The carpet was done and Tyler was still cleaning the walls, so Zack changed the sheets and put them in the laundry basket. Tyler looked over his shoulder and called for Zack to put in the laundry in the washer down the hall, then continued with the wash on, now dry thing.
He groaned but did as he was told, then returned to the room, to find it cleaner than Cody's side of the room. The walls were washed, the bathroom cleaned, sheets changed, the works. Tyler smiled proudly at his work.
Two hours later, Zack took the cloths from the drier and Tyler folded them with gusto. He put them away, then looked at the clock. It was four o'clock. Tyler put the supplies away and began to play his GameBoy again.
Ten minutes later, the administrator came into the room and looked at it like a judge. Zack was about to ask what the hell was this when he declared, "This is the best room!"
He scribbled something down on the clipboard and ripped it out, handing it to Zack. He looked at it puzzled.
It was a check for fifty dollars, the memo reading 'Winner of Room Contest'.
He looked at Tyler, who grinned modestly. Someone had a plan.
4
Tyler slept well on the plane, sucking the tip of his thumb, his worn Teddy in the crook of his other arm. He snored slightly the first hours of flight, but at fourteen thousand feet, he was fine and slept like a baby.
Zack himself was tense. His surfboard was in the cargo bay underneath, and he had a fear it would turn up missing. Also, Ricky was on the trip to Florida as well, bullying the money out of kids. Zack remembered the biggest time Ricky had bullied the money out of a whimpering thirteen year old.
The kid had blood all over his face, but his fists still clenched the two fifty dollar bills he had received form his divorced mother and father. Ricky was bellowing, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Gimme the money, prick!"
The kid threw a strong left hook, catching Ricky in the face. He stumbled back, then walked foreword, fists clenched.
"Did you just bitch slap me!"
Zack ran and jumped, grabbing Rocky in a head lock and bringing him down. He smashed his face into the floor, then threw him into the balcony, where he tipped him so that Ricky was facing the ground four stories below.
"What are you doing?" Zack asked.
"Getting' money."
"No, you're not. Your hanging upside down from the fourth floor because you were 'gettin' money'."
"Fuck you, Jesus of Suburbia."
Zack threw him up and held his hands behind his back, then made Ricky face the bleeding kid.
"Take as many swings as you need," Zack said.
The kid got up and kneed him in the stomach, then elbowed him in the face. It went on like that for five minutes, then the kid went running back to his room.
"You…you better…better run," Ricky gasped between pained breaths.
Zack threw him down like something unclean.
"Nice time I see you hustling, I will drop you."