It only takes two rings.
"Bridge, what's up?"
"Hey Alex, do you have time to talk?"
"Of course, what's going on?"
"Well, my dad just banned me from listening to your music and slash or hanging out with Bradley. He claims that they're the reason I'm self-harming."
"You haven't been cutting, have you?"
"No, not since before that night at the hospital."
"Good. So if you've been doing good, why did he just randomly decide to do this?"
I sighed. "I guess my good just wasn't good enough."
Alex's tone turned serious, "You're always good enough, B. Don't ever forget it."
I smiled. "Thanks, Alex. So Bradley and I are running away."
"Of course, that's the only logical thing to do."
"Duh," I laughed, "I probably should go."
"Wait! Jack wants to talk to you!" I heard the phone being shuffled around, a scream, laughter, and a crash, then Jack's voice. "Hey asshole."
I laughed, "Good day do you too."
"So you're running away? Let me know if you're running accross the country, you can come see us in Utah."
"Yeah, I don't think we'll make it that far. But I'll definitely let you know if we do."
"Good luck, I BELIEVE IN YOU, WOMAN."
"Thanks, Jack. Later." I hung up the phone. I loved this band so much. Just then, Bradley busted back in the room, covered in camoflauge with black warpaint on his face.
"Bradley."
"Mhm."
"You do realize it's broad daylight, don't you?"
"Mhm, here's your walky talky."
"Whatever. Let's go, dumbass."

Notes

This chapter had a little bit more of the band in it! I realize I don't include them too much! I'm so sorry :(
I SWEAR this is the last one for tonight. I'm going to bed!
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