Good Charlotte Fan Fic

Good Charlotte Fan Fic. First one I had done. This is from a while ago.

 

“Just shut up!” I yelled at Joel through the half open door. That was the third argument we’d had that week, and it was only Wednesday. I sat up abruptly and launched myself off the mattress I had just been lying on.

Storming through the bedroom and out of the door I was met by Billy. He went to lay a comforting hand on my shoulder but retracted it as he saw me raise my clenched fists. I ran my hand briefly through my hair, making it stick up slightly.

“I’m off” I yelled at no one in particular. I made my way to the back door.

“Look, Benj… Benj!” Joel called after me. I ignored his attempts to call me back and kept walking without realising where my feet were taking me until I reached a nearby park.

I strolled through the park gates,

“Joel…what a dick!” I thought as I continued to look down at my bulky Doc Martins. They had mud on them from the last time I took a walk after Joel and I had argued. The mud was starting to flake.

“Hey punk! Borrow your granddad’s trousers?!” someone shouted.

I jumped in surprise; I hadn’t noticed anyone on the way in. I looked down at my tartan trousers and sighed.

“What’s your problem?! If you’re looking to start fight…” I stopped, I think you’re lame!” I finished.

The black haired kid that had shouted at me leapt down from a fence where mostly cheerleader-like girls sat.

“Well if you’re willing, then yeah, I am looking to fight.” He said as he walked towards me.

Taking off his jacket, he pulled himself up to his full height and started to show off his well built arms. I lessened the grip of my clenched fists in panic as he came closer and his tall figure became clearer. I lifted my fists, ready to throw a couple of punches, even though in my head I already knew that it was probable that this was going to end badly.

I watched him stand there, with a sneer on his face, his jet black hair that curled slightly at the ends. My thoughts were interrupted with the pain I felt as his knuckles collided with my face. I blocked his arm which was aiming for my nose and I started pounding his face. I felt his jaw give way. I heard him groan, I lifted up my hand and saw blood splattered there ad on his face. I thought I should go before somebody called authorities, but before I left I turned and looked at the guy on the floor, clutching his jaw,

“What was that about punk?!” I snarled at him.

Author's Note

stick up for the punks yeah? :P