The Rebel and The Rat CatcherHe's my best friend and I love him.The Rebel and The Rat Catcher by friskyspirit
I'm his best friend and he loves me.
We haven't always been like this. I barely knew him two years ago.
We go for long walks in the park.
We're the rebel and the rat catcher.
I'm the rebel.
I wear black jeans and eye-liner. I've dyed my hair, I style it with gel. And I use 'colourful language'. I don't care about what my parents say. They provide food and money, and transport. Nothing else. I have piercings everywhere, even though I'm not meant to have them yet. I have twenty-three altogether. I like morbid cartoons and comics. I like skulls and bones and death. I listen to hardcore punk rock, at full volume. I dance around my room as if I'm the only person in the house. I shout and scream and sing along, even when my parents tell me to shut up. I punch the air and stomp my feet. I live in what people call a mansion. I dress eccentric, none of my outfits are the same and I'm an accessory whore. I love belts. I love necklaces. Bangles, bits of metal t