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That's good, Wend.

Skype

Road trips are fun! 

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To Porter, 

I shouldn’t have pressed the matter I was being nosey and I’m sorry. 

Love,

Wendy. 

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motherband: Montreal. Portrait of a singer / tour van driver#motherband

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Nope. I'm actually working on trying to get out of this place. Well, good. I'm glad, then.

No work or classes? But that’s fair enough. And your weird stories certainly are appreciated.

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Hey, I got nothing to do tomorrow. Might as well get drunk and tell weird stories.

Figures. [Tuts lightly] And on a sunday too? Disgraceful.

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Surprisingly, no. Not at all. I'm completely sober. Okay, maybe just a little.

…Are you drunk?

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This is a story about a boy who had windshield wipers on his eyes. The only person in the world with windshield wipers on his eyes. One day, it started to rain and rain and rain, oceans of rain. Nobody could see anything but the boy. And, so ... the boy had to see everything for everybody. He got so tired of seeing so much. So, he went home and stuck his head in the oven, and they melted off ... down and they became chin swords. And then, someone asked him to open a can. Then, soon everyone was asking him to open cans, and he had to go around opening cans all the time, and he got really tired of that ... 

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"you still have to say yes”

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They both equally got their asses kicked, pretty much. But, I'm talking 'bout the one you probably saw. The shittier bro wouldn't come near here, probs.

Which bro? The kid what got his ass kicked, or the other guy. Hey, I don’t like fightin’ neither, but I can’t ‘member the last time I let no one bruise up my pretty face.

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Don't be like that, old dude. Bro was super pissed off and rightfully so. And, he doesn't like to fight. I don't think.

Damn. I was hopin’ it was you. Hell, far as I can tell, kid prolly deserved it. That, or he was embarrassed about doin’ a piss-poor job defending hisself.

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Nah, I ain't about that life. That was a friend of ours. Or ... possibly ex-friend.

Please tell me yer the one what beat ‘im up?

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Can't find this stupid kid for the life of me. Ditching me while I nap. So rude. Anyone know of a moody looking, beat up, kid with a brunette sheep upon his noggin? Yay? Nay?

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This is just a drabble featuring Porter, and his two friends Johnny and Maggie. This is just my shitty way of explaining what happened to him the other day.

I tried to keep the violence to a minimum because I'm not the biggest fan of it, though there is some punching and mentions of blood. There's also some strong language and the female character does end up getting shoved at a point.

Basically, you say shit about Porter's family, big brother mode activates. Biiig time.

      “Pooorter!” The familiar voice of one of his best friend brought a smile to his face, as he turned just in time to catch the petite female in his arms. 

      “Hey, Maggie.” He chuckled, hugging her close. He hadn’t seen her and Johnny in so long, so when they called that morning to let him know they had landed for a surprise visit, he couldn’t have been happier. “I missed you, Mags. You too, Johnny.”

      “You have to come home, Porter.” Johnny said with a smile. “Everyone’s been missing you.”

      “Awh.” Porter simply replied, throwing his arm around Maggie and leading the two into the bar they were all standing in front of. 

      Porter was on the fence when it came to coming home. He wanted to travel a bit over the summer. There were beautiful places he could photograph. He hadn’t even been able to get to New York, yet. And, he truly wanted to see the city before he headed on home to London. 

      The three sat at the bar, talking and laughing about things that went on at home, Porter’s college experience, and even what they thought they’d be doing in a few years from now.  As usual, Porter was asked about his siblings. Maggie loved the three younger Dearly’s, and was constantly curious. 

      “Penny’s here.” Porter replied. “The boys aren’t, but Penny’s been here for a bit. She actually was here for a little before me, and I think she left and came back. She seems to like it quite a bit, to be honest. More than I do.”

      “I never saw the boys as ‘education’ material.” Johnny spoke up. He was always the one without a filter and it constantly pissed Porter off, though he tried hard to hide it. “They never seemed real smart to me, you know? At least, I don’t think they’d survive at a university.”

      “Shut up, Johnny.” Porter mumbled.

      However, the blonde boy continued. “Penny, I can understand, though. She could at least shag her way to the top.”

      Porter jumped up from the bar stool he had been sitting on and grabbed Johnny by the shirt. It happened so fast that even Maggie, the one who typically handled arguments with ease, couldn’t even stop it before it happened. “Shut the fuck up, Johnny.” Porter snarled.

      “No.”

      “Johnny, I will beat the living shit out of you if you don’t take everything you just said back. I swear to fucking god.”

      It was silent, as Johnny just smirked. The bar tender began to speak up, asking that the two knock it off before they both had to leave. Porter sighed and released the other man, apologizing to the bartender for his behavior. Maggie released a sigh of relief as she went to sit back down.

      Johnny just chuckled, breaking the silence with another disgusting comment. “She could use that innocence for a lot of things, Porter.”

      That was it. Porter jumped up once again and punched him right in the face, causing a scream to come from Maggie, and a yell to come from the staff. Just like that, an all out brawl between the two men broke out. They were slamming each other against furniture, and Porter didn’t let up punching Johnny over and over once he got the chance. Maggie attempted to get in the middle of the two and break them up, only resulting in her getting shoved by Johnny. This didn’t help Porter’s anger at all.

      “Hey!” He yelled, letting up for a moment, blood was streaming down his face, but he didn’t want to stop just yet. “You don’t fucking put your hands on her. Ever, Johnny. Did he hurt you, Maggie?”

      “No. But, you two need to fuckin’ stop, alright?”

      Just then the two men were pulled apart and forced out of the bar, Maggie following suit. Porter was still glaring at Johnny. He had never been so angry with him in his life. Maggie noticed his glare and began to push him away. “C’mon, I’ll bring you home, Porter.”

      “Don’t touch me, Mags.” He mumbled, turning to walk away from the scene. He wiped his nose and glanced down at the blood on the back of his hand. “I’m just going to go home by myself. I got a car. I’m fine.”

      Maggie stopped walking and released a sigh as she watched him storm off.

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It'll heal, Wend.

It’s pretty damn important if you look that way, I mean *winces* you’re turning black and blue already