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"We ready to go?" Frank asks us. Frank is Gerard's friend from the band he used to be in. They were always all over each other at the shows, which was why
they tended to hate public. I'd never noticed before just how popular their band used to be. Having to go in public with them was utter hell. The band broke
up ten years ago. They had been alright until Bandit started kindergarten, Jamia had twins, And Krista got pregnant. All in a course of 4 months.

"Yea, let's get out of here already." Says Bandit. "Love you, Dad!! Where's mom?"

"She's out. Coming home with a few movies later and for the pizza. Why?"

"Just wondering. ..Case i have to call her i want to know if i'd be interupting anything important, ya know?"

"Let me simplify it, Ban. Don't have to call." Gerard replied. Kissing his daughter's face that was wincing in disgust, he whispered.."Tell him."

I don't think i was supposed to hear. But whoever she was telling, and whatever it was about, she didn't want to. Embarrassment, regret for telling her
father anything about her life, and reluctance seemed to cross her face all at once. I'm damn good at reading her. We met nine years ago when her family
moved out of New Jersey/L.A. to start anew. In the car was torture. Sure, I love music. But if i can't understand what the hell they're saying, then it's
really hard to get into a song for me. I love to sing, not saying i'm good, and so i like singing along to the songs i love. He was trying to get Bandit Lee
to appreciate his old band, Leathermouth. None of us understood. I've read the lyrics.. It's not like they're bad. But they're screamo. Not something you can
easily enjoy vocally.

"So. What's your secret??" I whispered to the crook of her neck. I felt her shudder next to me. We were all three sitting squished together in the back.

"Noth- Wait a second." She whipped her face to where she could see me, but didn't get to close. "Who told you i had a secret?" I giggled very loudly, earning
a weird look from Frank.

"Kinda close there, Don't you think?" Our heads snapped to the direction of the front. "Haha..You freaked out!! Everything... Normal?" That giggling may be
cute sometimes, but geez. It does get annoying when it's always directed towards you. Or meant to make fun of you. And yes, everything was normal. I didn't
like Bandit like her dad and uncle were always trying to say. We were best friends. Always will be. "Anyways, don't look so god damn pissed. Changed your
mind about prom?"

"No."

Her answer was honest. She still didn't want to go, despite being asked four times. No one here really cared about the fact that her dad was pretty famous.
It just wasn't that important.

"Bandit Lee. Prom is huge. Teenage girl fantasy. Why wouldn't you go?" Air was very persistent. If he was going, By god. We all were.

"It is not! It's a reason for parents to spend like $500 on stuff that kids will use for one night. One night spent getting wasted. And laid. Pointless!"

"All the more reason to go. Have some fun for a change." Frank said. His eyes averted from the road, looking at her for a split second before turning back.
"I insist, that the three of you go."

"I refuse to wear a dress."

"Oh, you'll wear a dress." Frank had already bought her one. I know he did because Jamia texted me last night telling me so. Yes. I talk to adult women in
my spare time. About the same as me and my mom hanging out. Which we do, sometimes. The car turned abrubtly on to a gravel strip. It was half a mile long,
But was also known as his driveway. "In fact.."

"You didn't!!" She was so pissed off at him, i thought that steam would start coming out of her nose.

"Bayley picked it out."

"Really? I thought she wasn't going until next month. It's forever away."

"It's two months. Not that far. Not much happens in a couple of months. And it's not like we don't have the money. Me and your dad both are set.."

"So how's Bob?"

"Ha. I think he's slowly turning into a cat lady."

"Slowly? He's been a cat lady since i was four."

"OH! And your uncle Mikes will be there."

"What??" Me and Air were completely oblivious to what was going on. Neither of us knew who Bob was, besides someone in the band. We knew about the one with
the 'fro... And uncle Mikey we had met.

"Yea. He's coming down. Bob's gonna come, and we're trying to get ahold of Ray. From prom to graduation, then they'll go back. Did you know Blondie's been
in Chicago?"

"Mhmm." Lost in her own world, you'll never get her back. She's not an artist like her father, a singer, or an instrumental kid. But she likes to write.
If an idea hits her in class, the teachers have given up on trying to make her actually work. Give the homework. If it get's done, you're lucky. The girl has
four novels she thinks should be published. All of them are from around sixth grade. They aren't very good, and the more recent ones are much better. Finally
the black SUV reached the house. Not monsterous, Not small. It was simple, but pretty. Jamia was home, and probably cooking dinner. I looked forward to
coming to Frank's, because he didn't try to make me eat meat. I became a vegetarian after i learned about the slaughtering procedures of cows and such. My
family doesn't support it, so i'm almost forced to eat it sometimes. He's vegan, so we don't eat meat, but he lets us have the option. Air never felt
comfortable eating meat in front of someone who took it personally, But Bandit didn't care. She grew up with Frank, or 'her Frankie', and she knows he can't
get mad at her for more than a few minutes.

The smell of spaghetti and vegetables hit me like a brick. A very nice, delicious smelling brick to the face.

First thing was dinner. Always is in Frank's house. Food. Then everything else.

"So. How is everyone?" Jamia asked.

"Good. But guess what???" Bandit always talked like she knew what everyone else wanted to say. It was a quality learned from her father. Have you ever seen
one of their interviews. It's cute, but sometimes can get a little old.

"What, honey?"

"Dad said... He'd Give me his TransAm.."

"On what condition?" Frank was suspicious. It would have to take alot to get Gerard to give up something he'd spent so long trying to get.

"How'd you know there was a- Okay, whatever. He said i had to... Said. I havetotakeoneoftheguysinordergetit."

"Take one of us... To what?"

"Onaday" Her hoodie sleeve was covering her mouth. We couldn't hear, and what we could hear was muffled and quiet.

"A ...what? A day? What does that mean?" Frank's eyes got wide, as did his smile. Me and Air were still trying to get what she meant... By asking a bunch
of stupid questions.

"He said i have to take one of you on a date. More than one! He says there's got to be more going on than i see. And he wants me to find out if..UGH!"
With that the very pissed off girl was up and on her way up the stairs. Frank's smile was intensifying with every confused look we produced.

"Her dad's been on a trip.. About how you guys have to be interested. She- I shouldn't tell you this. She likes... She has had a crush on someone. At this
table. and it sure as hell wasn't a member of a married couple. Listen. I'm gonna tell the Twins, once one of them gets home, to go up and talk to her.
But i don't want one of the boys trying. You can but she could probably rip your face off if she wanted to... "

"I will." Jamia produced.

What ever the hell was going on... None of us saw it. But if any parents are interested. The one thing that you shouldn't do, Because it doesn't help, is to
make your kids get in a relationship. All it does is make everyone's emotions go on a huge roller coaster ride.

One that makes me fear for my life.

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"We ready to go?" Frank asks us. Frank is Gerard's friend from the band he used to be in. They were always all over each other at the shows, which was why
they tended to hate public. I'd never noticed before just how popular their band used to be. Having to go in public with them was utter hell. The band broke
up ten years ago. They had been alright until Bandit started kindergarten, Jamia had twins, And Krista got pregnant. All in a course of 4 months.

"Yea, let's get out of here already." Says Bandit. "Love you, Dad!! Where's mom?"

"She's out. Coming home with a few movies later and for the pizza. Why?"

"Just wondering. ..Case i have to call her i want to know if i'd be interupting anything important, ya know?"

"Let me simplify it, Ban. Don't have to call." Gerard replied. Kissing his daughter's face that was wincing in disgust, he whispered.."Tell him."

I don't think i was supposed to hear. But whoever she was telling, and whatever it was about, she didn't want to. Embarrassment, regret for telling her
father anything about her life, and reluctance seemed to cross her face all at once. I'm damn good at reading her. We met nine years ago when her family
moved out of New Jersey/L.A. to start anew. In the car was torture. Sure, I love music. But if i can't understand what the hell they're saying, then it's
really hard to get into a song for me. I love to sing, not saying i'm good, and so i like singing along to the songs i love. He was trying to get Bandit Lee
to appreciate his old band, Leathermouth. None of us understood. I've read the lyrics.. It's not like they're bad. But they're screamo. Not something you can
easily enjoy vocally.

"So. What's your secret??" I whispered to the crook of her neck. I felt her shudder next to me. We were all three sitting squished together in the back.

"Noth- Wait a second." She whipped her face to where she could see me, but didn't get to close. "Who told you i had a secret?" I giggled very loudly, earning
a weird look from Frank.

"Kinda close there, Don't you think?" Our heads snapped to the direction of the front. "Haha..You freaked out!! Everything... Normal?" That giggling may be
cute sometimes, but geez. It does get annoying when it's always directed towards you. Or meant to make fun of you. And yes, everything was normal. I didn't
like Bandit like her dad and uncle were always trying to say. We were best friends. Always will be. "Anyways, don't look so god damn pissed. Changed your
mind about prom?"

"No."

Her answer was honest. She still didn't want to go, despite being asked four times. No one here really cared about the fact that her dad was pretty famous.
It just wasn't that important.

"Bandit Lee. Prom is huge. Teenage girl fantasy. Why wouldn't you go?" Air was very persistent. If he was going, By god. We all were.

"It is not! It's a reason for parents to spend like $500 on stuff that kids will use for one night. One night spent getting wasted. And laid. Pointless!"

"All the more reason to go. Have some fun for a change." Frank said. His eyes averted from the road, looking at her for a split second before turning back.
"I insist, that the three of you go."

"I refuse to wear a dress."

"Oh, you'll wear a dress." Frank had already bought her one. I know he did because Jamia texted me last night telling me so. Yes. I talk to adult women in
my spare time. About the same as me and my mom hanging out. Which we do, sometimes. The car turned abrubtly on to a gravel strip. It was half a mile long,
But was also known as his driveway. "In fact.."

"You didn't!!" She was so pissed off at him, i thought that steam would start coming out of her nose.

"Bayley picked it out."

"Really? I thought she wasn't going until next month. It's forever away."

"It's two months. Not that far. Not much happens in a couple of months. And it's not like we don't have the money. Me and your dad both are set.."

"So how's Bob?"

"Ha. I think he's slowly turning into a cat lady."

"Slowly? He's been a cat lady since i was four."

"OH! And your uncle Mikes will be there."

"What??" Me and Air were completely oblivious to what was going on. Neither of us knew who Bob was, besides someone in the band. We knew about the one with
the 'fro... And uncle Mikey we had met.

"Yea. He's coming down. Bob's gonna come, and we're trying to get ahold of Ray. From prom to graduation, then they'll go back. Did you know Blondie's been
in Chicago?"

"Mhmm." Lost in her own world, you'll never get her back. She's not an artist like her father, a singer, or an instrumental kid. But she likes to write.
If an idea hits her in class, the teachers have given up on trying to make her actually work. Give the homework. If it get's done, you're lucky. The girl has
four novels she thinks should be published. All of them are from around sixth grade. They aren't very good, and the more recent ones are much better. Finally
the black SUV reached the house. Not monsterous, Not small. It was simple, but pretty. Jamia was home, and probably cooking dinner. I looked forward to
coming to Frank's, because he didn't try to make me eat meat. I became a vegetarian after i learned about the slaughtering procedures of cows and such. My
family doesn't support it, so i'm almost forced to eat it sometimes. He's vegan, so we don't eat meat, but he lets us have the option. Air never felt
comfortable eating meat in front of someone who took it personally, But Bandit didn't care. She grew up with Frank, or 'her Frankie', and she knows he can't
get mad at her for more than a few minutes.

The smell of spaghetti and vegetables hit me like a brick. A very nice, delicious smelling brick to the face.

First thing was dinner. Always is in Frank's house. Food. Then everything else.

"So. How is everyone?" Jamia asked.

"Good. But guess what???" Bandit always talked like she knew what everyone else wanted to say. It was a quality learned from her father. Have you ever seen
one of their interviews. It's cute, but sometimes can get a little old.

"What, honey?"

"Dad said... He'd Give me his TransAm.."

"On what condition?" Frank was suspicious. It would have to take alot to get Gerard to give up something he'd spent so long trying to get.

"How'd you know there was a- Okay, whatever. He said i had to... Said. I havetotakeoneoftheguysinordergetit."

"Take one of us... To what?"

"Onaday" Her hoodie sleeve was covering her mouth. We couldn't hear, and what we could hear was muffled and quiet.

"A ...what? A day? What does that mean?" Frank's eyes got wide, as did his smile. Me and Air were still trying to get what she meant... By asking a bunch
of stupid questions.

"He said i have to take one of you on a date. More than one! He says there's got to be more going on than i see. And he wants me to find out if..UGH!"
With that the very pissed off girl was up and on her way up the stairs. Frank's smile was intensifying with every confused look we produced.

"Her dad's been on a trip.. About how you guys have to be interested. She- I shouldn't tell you this. She likes... She has had a crush on someone. At this
table. and it sure as hell wasn't a member of a married couple. Listen. I'm gonna tell the Twins, once one of them gets home, to go up and talk to her.
But i don't want one of the boys trying. You can but she could probably rip your face off if she wanted to... "

"I will." Jamia produced.

What ever the hell was going on... None of us saw it. But if any parents are interested. The one thing that you shouldn't do, Because it doesn't help, is to
make your kids get in a relationship. All it does is make everyone's emotions go on a huge roller coaster ride.

One that makes me fear for my life.