I sighed, yesterday was hectic. Chad, Aiden, and Skilar hit it off well with Carly and Sam, which is good, but they are bound to meet Monte and Matt. They're the ones I'm worried about, Monte and Matt are the most anti-social in the group, Matt doesn't like talking much, and Monte is always in his own world. Sam will definitely say something mean to them. Right now, I'm sitting with Monte, waiting for Matt to get out of his therapy appointment. (He has a therapist, for a reason unknown.)
"Chad, Aiden, and Skilar met your prep friends?" Monte asked, shocked, looking up from a magazine he was reading.
"Yeah..." I just told him what happened.
"That Carly chick seems like a nosy bitch." Monte said.
"She's still my friend though, if you want to meet her, you have to be nice." I said, leaning my head against the wall.
"And if I'm not?" Monte asked, as he continued to read the magazine in his hands.
"Then you won't meet her." I said, closing my eyes.
"Oh wow, I'm gonna die if I don't meet that nosy bitch, that helps the blonde to make your life a living hell." Monte said, sarcasm dripping in his voice. I opened my eyes, with my head still leaning against the wall, I looked a him, he was a blonde too, it didn't fall completely in his face, but it had a spiky feature to it. (A/N: If you need a vision of it, look up the video 'Not Good Enough For The Truth Or Cliche' by ETF, the blonde's haircut is like Monte's) A red shirt, underneath a black leather jacket, pair of black skinny jeans, and a pair of black Vans.
"Why are you so sarcastic?" I asked, he chuckled lightly.
"Look it's your lover." Monte said, I looked to see Carly or Sam near or whatever but I didn't. I looked at him again, confused. Then, I realised he was talking about someone in the magazine he was reading.
"Who's my lover?" I asked.
"Micheal Benson." He said, pointing to the cover of the magazine, an Alternative Press magazine, and Micheal Benson was on the cover.
"Ew." I said, shuttering at the thought. Your probably wondering who Micheal Benson is, well he's a singer/songwriter. He used to be part of a band called All U Cared, they broke up and now most of his time he writes songs for bands, and even a few pop singers, now your wondering why does he matter? Well, that man is my father. Yes, yes, that's where I got my musical ability. Shocker, right? Yeah, my mom and him got a divorce for a reason also unknown, he sends me money every month, and a few calls a year. I don't know him that much, but at least he tries to be part of my life. Somewhat. Monte chuckles beside me.
"I'm joking." Monte said, shaking his head.
"I realised that, thanks." I said.
"Calm down, anyway I've got some good news." Monte said.
"What?" I asked. My head again in it's postion before.
"You know that gig you wanted to play at the Juno Cafe?" Monte asked, his parents own that cafe and I love that place, I've been wanting to play there for a while now.
"Dude, duh. Everyone wants to go." I said, reopening my eyes, looked at him again, and sank into my chair.
"Guessed what I asked for Christmas." Monte said, with a light smirk on his face.
"A new car?" I asked.
"What the... Dude, you dissing my ride?" Monte asked, a slight anger coming out of in his voice. Monte loves his car, his parents put the down payment for it, but he pays for it from where he works. That's why he doesn't take it for granted. It's a 2010 Subaru Legacy 3.6R Limited, and it's black. It's actually not that bad of a car, but I just love teasing him for it.
"No. What did you ask for?" I asked.
"To perform there." Monte said.
"Cool. What did they say?" I asked, fiddling with peice of lint in my sweater pocket.
"They said yes." My eyes widened, I sat up straight, turned my body to face him fully, and said;
"What?"
"My parents said yes!" I stayed silent for a moment, just taking it all in. Then, when he seemed to be back into the magazine, I pounced.
"Seriously?" I grabbed him by the front of his shirt. "Seriously?" I shake a little bit. He chuckled.
"Yes! Now get off of me!" He pushed me off, but instead of actually sitting back in my seat, I hugged him. A sideways hug, my left arm as over his chest, and my right arm was over his shoulder blades, I rested my head against his shoulder. I felt him sigh in annoyance.
"Why are you hugging me? It's my parents you should be hugging!" I didn't let go until I heard someone say;
"Nice one Benson." Matt. I let go of Monte, and stared up at Matt. He's hair was straight like always, his bangs were so long they covered most of the left side of his face, his left eye was completely unnoticeable underneath his bangs. He was wearing a Cannibal Corpse t-shirt, with a studded bracelet on his left wrist, a sweatband on his right, gloves which cut off at his mid-finger, that turned into mittens, if you undid a button at the edge, gray skinny jeans, and torn up converse, with pieces of duck tape to keep some parts together.
"Done with your therapy?" I asked.
"Yup, next week my friend, next week." Matt said, his voice was really deep. Deeper than Chad's. I guess that's what gives them the irresistible factor girls looked at. He comes number 2 in getting the girls, Chad is first, then Monte, then me, lastly Aiden. It's kind of sad, Aiden I mean, he's a really nice guy but girls only see that he wears make-up and has long hair.
"Why do you go here in the first place?" I asked.
"Long story." He said, his pitch black eyes staring at me with the look that said; Don't-Fucking-Ask
"Okay. Let's go to the mall." I said.
"Why?" Monte asked, dropping the magazine, grabbing his keys, and standing up from his chair.
"I want to go to Hot Topic and see what I could buy." I said, opening the door, a gush of cold winter wind hit the warmth of the office.
"Let's go before my car is completely buried beneath the snow." Monte said, grabbing his jacket, tossing another to Matt, and I wrapped myself up in my jacket. Then we went outside in the Washington cold.
"It's so cold..." I complained.
"Thank you Captain obvious." Matt said, picking up some snow and throwing it at me.
"Your welcome Lt. Sarcasm." I said, picking up more snow and throwing it at him. We later got into full on snow fight, that is until Monte yelled at us to get into the damn car or that he'll leave us here to freeze. We decided to get into the car.
It's iCarly night, and I'm upstairs in the studio, cleaning the lenses on my camera, when Sam entered carrying a chicken leg, and devouring it.
"Well, if it isn't Princess Puckett." I smiled, putting the camera used for the tripod on it.
"Hey, dork, about your 'friends'." She uses her fingers for the air quotes.
"What's with the air quotes?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
"You don't actually think they like you, do you?" Sam asked, her superior smirk all over her face.
"I have no idea of what your talking about." I said, looking at her, I'm starting to get angry.
"They're just using you to get to the real stuff." She pointed to herself. "That's Carly and Me." Now I'm angry.
"Shut the fuck up, you don't know shit. Now close for fucking mouth, and leave MY friends alone. They have nothing to you or Carly, keep your nose in your own fucking business." I say, venom coming out, I sound like Matt.
"That's gonna cost you Benson." Sam said, her eyes glaring at me. She grabs my wrist, and twists it around to my back. I grit my teeth in pain, I don't cry out though, she twists it farther back. I hear a slight crack.
"Sam! Stop it! Your gonna break my wrist!" I yell, then I hear a slight pop. I groan in pain.
"You should have thought of that before, you told me that I don't know shit." Sam said, her voice kind of low, sounding like a growl.
"Sam! Stop it!" Carly came in, pushed Sam off gently of course, I collapse onto the floor. iCarly starts in 15 seconds...
"Are you okay?" Carly asked.
"No, I think it's broken." I get off the floor, holding my broken wrist, my right wrist. It was red, turning a slight purplish color, and swollen.
"Oh my God. You can't do iCarly like that!" Carly said, her hand landing gently on my shoulder. iCarly was supposed to start 13 seconds ago, but I don't tell her that.
"Shit. Call Mo-Nevermind." I said, using my left hand to take out my phone, I navigate through it to call Monte.
"Yo."
"Come and pick me up." Carly looks worriedly towards me, Sam doesn't seem to hold any kind of pity.
"Why?"
"I think my wrist is broken."
"What? Fuck dude, the gig is today at 9! What the fuck are you thinking?"
"I'm not the one who broke it, idiot." Carly looks shocked she probably thought I was talking to my mom, Sam still doesn't seem to care.
"I'm on my way. Who broke it?"
"Would it make difference if I told you?"
"I'll kick his ass."
"It's a girl."
"Shit. Skilar will do it. Anyway, I'm here. Get down here, I don't wanna enter, your doorman freaks me out."
"My wrist is broken."
"It's not your legs, get down here you asshole."
"Fine." I hang up. I look towards Carly and Sam.
"What about iCarly?" I ask.
"We'll cancel it for today. Next week." Carly said, "Do we need to go to the hospital?"
"No, uh... Monte will drive me..." I press the elevator, which thank god came quickly. I left before they could ask who Monte is, or come along.
I sat in the doctors office, looking at the x-rays taken just recently. My mom happens to work at the hospital that I went to, so that's a plus.
"It seems you have broken your two radius bones, they ones in your forearm. Also have seem to fracture the ulna. We'll have to put you into a cast." The doctor said.
"Okay, I have a question..." I say.
"Yes?"
"Well, I'm in a band, like a rock band, and we have a gig today at 9. Will I be able to perform?" I ask.
"You should, but I wouldn't recommend it if your not feeling up to it."
"Okay, thanks..." They put the cast on me, I sit there in the room of the hospital, until I'm given the go to leave. I'm signed out, and I go home with my mom, I say bye to Monte, tell him I'll see him later.
"You better not let us down Benson." Monte said before he drove off. My mom and I make it back to the Bushwell Plaza, we ignore the screaming of our beloved doorman, Lewbert. We make it to the eighth floor, my mom was telling me to be more careful, and that I should me considered lucky, I zoned out when she talked about when I was little how I stabbed myself with a fork.
"Freddie! Your alright." Carly smiled, Sam behind her.
"Yeah..." I rubbed my hand over the cast, and I smile thinking back to the time when I saved Carly's life.
"Sam, don't you have something to say?" Carly said.
"I'm sorry." I nod, that the most sincerest sorry I could get, so I don't complain. I don't say much to her before I enter my apartment.