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x___love games. a relationship rp [full!<3]
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Let's Hear It For America's Suitehearts...
Dylan ~ Matthew ~ Arelin
http://i40.tinypic.com/f104dw.jpgDylan poured two mugs of fresh coffee and grinned. "Fresh coffee, come and get it." he drank his whole mug quickly and took another into his room as he searched for something to wear. After a long mental battle, Dylan decided on gray skinny jeans that he could barely get on and a red v-neck tee-shirt. Satisfied with that, he applied a thin amount of eye liner and ruffled some gel into his hair. With his look complete, his feet slid into his vans and he finished his coffee. "I'm going to brush my teeth, then I'll be ready to go, you?" He whipped out his phone and texted Edie. Be there soon. Love you <3 He headed into the bathroom and squirted a fair amount of his citrus crest toothpaste onto his toothbrush and began to clean the coffee stains off his pearly whites..
...I Must Confess, I'm In Love With My Own Sins
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x___love games. a relationship rp [full!<3]
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Mon Jan 12, 2009 10:49 pm
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Let's Hear It For America's Suitehearts...
Dylan ~ Matthew ~ Arelin
http://i40.tinypic.com/f104dw.jpg"Elliot, there is nothing i can do about your hangover. Take some asprin and drop a set." He smiled and ruffled his friend's hair, grabbing two mugs. His bare feet made no sound as he padded around the kitchen. "So, we're going to the girls' today, then practice tomorrow. When's our next show? Dylan had a habit for forgetting dates if they weren't written down. He had enough alerts on his iPhone to confuse a normal person, but that's how it was with him.
...I Must Confess, I'm In Love With My Own Sins
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x___love games. a relationship rp [full!<3]
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Mon Jan 12, 2009 8:52 pm
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Let's Hear It For America's Suitehearts...
Dylan ~ Matthew ~ Arelin
http://i40.tinypic.com/f104dw.jpg"Now that you mention it, your dear boyfriend has just left his warm bed." Dylan drawled, moving away from the coffee pot. His phone beeped, alerting him that he was missing a text message. Probably Edie... he thought happily, then checked the pot again. "If you wish to speak to Elliot dear, I'd call him. I think my lovely just sent me a text so I will have to let you go. We'll be over when this coffee is done brewing and we're both dressed. He grinned and hung up the phone. 'Hey Elliot." Dylan was distracted by the text, so he didn't really greet his friend with much energy. Smiling, he texted back to Edie. slept great but not as well as when you're with me biggrin
...I Must Confess, I'm In Love With My Own Sins
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x___love games. a relationship rp [full!<3]
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Fri Jan 09, 2009 7:57 pm
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Let's Hear It For America's Suitehearts...
Dylan ~ Matthew ~ Arelin
http://i40.tinypic.com/f104dw.jpgDylan moaned and sat up, running a hand through his messy hair with a yawn. "Dammit... What do they want now?" He muttered as he grabbed his iPhone off his bedside table, i.e. a cardboard box (Dylan was like that). " 'Ello?" he yawned again, standing up to look at himself in his full size mirror. He was adorned in his normal sleepwear, no shirt, oversized sweatpants, messy hair and no makeup. As he waited for a reply, Dylan padded into the kitchen, poking his head into Elliot's room, smirking at his sleeping form. Continuing on, he walked into the kitchen and plugged in the coffee maker, turning it on. Blue-gray eyes watched the black coffee slowly drip down into the cloudy pot with delight.
//OOC; sorry for the shortness
...I Must Confess, I'm In Love With My Own Sins
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10/09/08 Poll - When did you first get active on Gaia?
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Sun Oct 12, 2008 3:04 pm
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man things have changes since then. I think I've been through....about 3 maybe 4 MAJOR layout changes.
How I miss old Gaia.
but this is still better than Neopets ever will be smile
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[<<♥ LETS PRETEND ♥>> ][Literate]O P E N
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"It's been good. College is no piece of cake, but I do enjoy it." Shawn smiled and drank some more of his coffee. "I have missed everyone though..."
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The Underground Sound {8 chapters}
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Chapter 8
The Words You Say
The battle was over, the judges didn’t even need to think about the winner, Burning The Bridge had been crushed; they would never return to the scene again after the humiliation of being that badly beaten. Jake was ferociously triumphant, he laughed happily all through the breakdown, which was a nice contrast to the frighteningly angry monster he’d been for the past week or so. I guess I would have appreciated it more if Hayden hadn’t fluttered around me like a nervous mother.
“Hayden! I can lift an amp on my own! If you want to be helpful, go get some water or something.” I’d lost my temper a little, I’ll admit. I was tired and sore and hungry and still felt like I was going to be sick. Hayden paled a little (if that was possible) and nodded, walking away. I sighed and moved the amp to the car, then sighed again. Hayden came back meekly with a water bottle in hand.
“Sorry Bryce, I didn’t mean to….”
“No, I’m sorry Hayden, I should be sorry. I just snapped.” I clapped the younger male on the shoulder and smiled. “Let’s clean this up and get back to my apartment.”
Hayden and I got back to the apartment t about two in the morning, the rest of the band had gone off to their homes so we made a pot of coffee and talked. These conversations were some of the best I’d had in years. We talked about everything, whatever came to mind, what we liked and didn’t like, what kinds of things we dreamed of doing. Both of us dreamed of the day when music would be legal again and our bands could tour. We knew the day would have to come, so we agreed to start a national tour together and show the world what we could do when they weren’t watching. Once the coffee was gone Hayden usually left, but tonight he stayed later. The sun was starting to rise when we both became to tired to string a sentence together.
“Hayden….stay…stay here tonight…’ I yawned and shuffled into my small room. Hayden didn’t protest, he was too tired.
“You only have one bed Bryce…”
“Yeah.”
“Uhum…awkward.”
“Just lay down Hayden.” He did as I asked and settled down on the bed, falling asleep quickly. I yawned and looked around, the couch was too small….Guess I’ll just sleep there too. Yawning again I fell onto the bed and dozed off.
The next morning I woke feeling dreadful. The knowledge of my illness the night before came roaring back as I tasted the old vomit in my mouth. The second thing I noticed was that I was far warmer than I usually was in the morning. I looked over and saw Hayden laying next to me, still asleep. I smiled absently and got up as best I could without disturbing him and headed into the kitchen to make coffee and get some Tylenol. I was drinking a glass of water when Hayden stumbled in, his hair a mess and his clothes rumpled.
“You look dreadful.” He commented dryly and sat down.
“I could say the same to you.” I smiled and set my glass in the sink then moved to check the coffee.
“Please say that’s coffee.”
“No Hayden, it’s sludge.” I rolled my eyes and poured him a cup.
“Thanks for letting me crash here man.” I nodded and drank my coffee black, as did Hayden.
“How’d you sleep?” I asked as I settled into a chair across from Hayden.
“Very well, thanks. I’m not usually that warm.” He blushed a little and drank some coffee.
“Yeah, neither am I.” I laughed softly and scratched the back of my neck. “Hold on a second, I’ll be right back.” I got up and headed into my room to grab my bass. I walked back into the kitchen and plopped down in my chair, sighing happily.
“Dude, do you keep that thing with you everywhere you go?”
“Yeah, why?”
“It’s weird, like you’re married to it or something.” I rolled my eyes at him and shrugged.
“I don’t know, I just don’t like being away from it.”
“It’s weird, like you’re married to it or something.” I rolled my eyes at him and shrugged.
“I don’t know, I just don’t like being away from it.”
“What is it with you? How can you carry that everywhere? Don’t you ever just leave it at home?”
“But what if I think of a song? What if I want to practice? I keep my bass with me so I can always have it at hand if I need it.” Hayden still looked confused, but said nothing more.
“Look, I should get home, we’ve got practice later.”
“Yeah man, that’s cool” I hugged his shoulders and moved to the sink. Hayden hesitated at the door.
“Bryce…”
“Yeah?” I turned around.
“You do know…I’m…gay, right?” he looked almost scared.
“Takes one to know one.” He looked shocked, then smiled and nodded.
“Cool then.” He was gone. I sat down on the ratty cigarette burned couch and sighed. Things just got a lot more complicated.
6 Months Later
Ever since we came out to each other, Hayden and I became a lot more open, talking about all sorts of things. Hayden discovered that I’d never had a boyfriend before and I discovered why he was so reserved around people. Hayden had been in another band, Fallen. Fallen had been huge in the underground, but Hayden had trusted one too many people and the cops busted one of their shows. Their drummer and bassist had been caught but Hayden and the guitarist Ashton had made it out. They started their new band, Angel’s Remorse, to show everyone that they were still the same kids, the kids who just love music. It was a hard story for him to tell, but we got through it together. He had trouble trusting me for obvious reasons but we managed to break down a lot of doors together. Hayden tried his hardest to ‘break’ me of my habit of always keeping my bass with me but was unsuccessful. There was one other instance when he stayed the night, this time with more awkward results.
I woke that morning feeling distinctly warm. I smiled and opened my eyes, Hayden was curled up with his back to my chest as he slept. My arm was draped over his waist, holding him close. I didn’t get up; I was so warm and comfortable. As I lay with him, my eyes slid shut and I fell asleep again.
“Wow guys, uhum…spooning much?” I sat bolt upright and groaned. Of course Jake had to stop by for an unplanned cup of coffee.
“Go away Jake, I’m comfortable.” I groaned and lay back down. Hayden buried his head under the blankets and groaned.
“Alright you two, it won’t leave this room, but you probably need to sort yourselves out now…so I’ll come back at like, noon.” He walked out and left, chuckling. I curled up and drew Hayden closer.
“I don’t want to make this awkward, or anything. It just feels good to have you here.” I felt the need to explain what I was feeling. Hayden just nodded, relaxing into my hold. About an hour later we both got up and he headed home. After that we ever were quite the same with each other, more intimate and personal. We would hold hands whenever we went anywhere and often would just end up cuddling on the couch, it was an interesting time for both of us.
A few months later Hayden was over once again and we were standing on what used to be a balcony before it got boarded up; now it was like a little tiny room that I didn’t use. We were smoking, the tiny window high up on the window let the smoke out. Hayden had seemed upset when he came in so we hadn’t spoken much, I just let him wait until he wanted to come out with whatever it was that was bothering him.
“Bryce….do you ever get….lonely?”
“Lonely…like how?”
“Like…like when it hits you…you’re alone! You’ve got no one, no one to hold, no one to hold you….Like that..”
“Hayden…” I put my head in my hands, cigarette held loosely in my fingers. “Why do you have to be so ******** adorable.” He looked over at me, but I stopped him from speaking when I kissed him. That kiss was a thousand things and nothing at the same time. After a second, Hayden reacted, his arms slid around my neck and he leaned into the kiss. My arms looped around his neck and we stood that way for an eternity it seemed. When I finally pulled away, neither of us could breathe. Hayden looked at me, clearly confused and a little shaken up.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now Hayden….I…I want you...I want to be with you, and for you to be with me.” I tossed my cigarette on the floor and crushed it out.
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The Underground Sound {8 chapters}
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Chapter 7 Credits:
To: Pierce the Veil http://purevolume.com/piercetheveil
For: Currents Convulsive
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Chapter 7
What Dreams May Come
That whole week we practiced hard. Jake was quiet and furious, playing harder than I’d ever seen before. Once night when we were all sitting around at Corey’s house he began to tell us why he was so angry.
“The cops got Hunter, but he was only seventeen so we all knew that he’d only get a few years in prison. But anyone in the music scene knows what happens when you get caught, they don’t just put you in prison, they torture you, they starve you, they never let you see the sky. Hunter’s only passion was drums, he couldn’t live any way else. He knew what would happen to him in prison.” He sighed and looked down at his hands, clearly shaken. I touched his shoulder and offered a reassuring smile.
“But it was only a juvenile offence, he’ll be out soon yeah?” Jake shook his head.
“He’s not coming back.”
“Why?”
“He committed suicide about a month after he got there.”
After that conversation we all practiced as hard as we knew how. All of us wanted to show Burning the Bridge that you don’t just throw people away like that. The show was all people in the scene would talk about, all people wanted to talk about. During the day we practiced and at night we would either hang out or do our own thing. It was in that time that Hayden and I became friends. At night we’d often meet up at a park and talk for hours on end. Hayden was a fascinating character and I never got tired of the wisdom and insight he had to share. The rest of the band would often tease me about my ‘boyfriend’ but I shrugged it off, I’d gotten worse from them. It seemed to me like Hayden didn’t have many friends, but he never truly opened up to me, it was as though he was always holding back. He did tell me about how he got into the scene, his father was in a punk band called Benefit Of A Doubt. Before he’d been caught and sent to prison for life, he’d taught Hayden everything he knew about the scene. When he’d gone to prison he’d left Hayden behind with no one.
The next week was the show. Jake was so quiet I worried that he’d cut his tongue out or some such terrible thing. I knew that asking him how he was would only make things worse so I stayed quiet as well while we packed up and headed out to the underground. Setting up took a while, it was incredibly awkward to set up with Burning the Bridge when Jake physically shook and rumbled whenever they were in close proximity. During our sound check I broke a string and Jake shattered one of his drumsticks. Corey took Jake out for a walk and a smoke while I re-strung my bass. I was growling as I tried to hold a string down and get my tuner, this would take forever! Suddenly a thin, long fingered hand with black sharpie nail polish grabbed the string.
“Thanks Hayden.”
“I’ll never be able to sneak up on you will I?”
“I dunno, gain fifty pounds and get a French manicure, then we’ll see.” I grabbed my tuner and wound the string tight around the tuning peg.
“Thanks kid.” He groaned and rolled his eyes.
“I’m nineteen! I’m not a kid!”
“You’ll always be a kid, face it.” I laughed again and started tuning my bass. “You remember our song Currents Convulsive?”
Hayden nodded. “Yeah, why?”
“Just…keep it in your head.” I smiled mysteriously and got up. “Better get up there if you want to see anything.” Kids were starting to pour into the venue. Hayden grinned and vaulted over the half wall and began to push his way to the front. I sighed and headed towards the stage.
It was a tight show, Burning the Bridge was good, but they were no Broken Hearts Society. It was our last song of the night and we were all feeling the energy in the air. Jake was playing harder than I’d even seen, he’d broken two sticks already. We were all sweating as we huddled for the last time.
“Alrught, let’s hit them with Currents, that’ll win it for us. They’ll never come back to the scne after this. We’ll shatter them. Do it for us, do it for them, do it for Hunter.” We hit high fives and headed to the stage. I pushed the sweat soaked hair out of my face and tore off my soaking shirt which revealed the various tattoos on my upper arms. Most of the females in the crowed roared as this happened and I laughed. “It’s getting hot in here!” Corey and Elliot rolled their eyes as Ian talked quietly with Jake. “Alright, our last song of the night is called Currents Convulsive, get ready to loose it folks!” I stepped away from the mic and waited for Jake to count us off.
The song started with Elliot playing as fast as he could, a rolling melody of three notes. Jake broke in after two measures of this; he, Corey and I all began to play quickly, a fast paced punk tempo. After two measures of this, the song broke down into half time, I was grinning madly as I stepped to the mic. Jake and I went silent as Corey and Elliot played high harmonies of each other. Jake broke through playing a solid drum beat as Ian and I reached for our mics. I opened by screaming wile Ian sang as high as he could, which was high.
“SO
Congratulations
LONG
Break a leg tonight”
Corey, Elliot and I began to play again as Ian and I sang in harmony.
“What a shame I heard the understudy died under the knife”
Ian half screamed the next lines.
“Crying backwards
Under bedroom lights”
My voice became a whisper.
“The operation”
While Ian sang, I backed up in the background with long, drawn out notes.
‘I don't think you'll ever want to love me
You'd better listen to your doctor, doctor”
Our playing came to an abrupt stop as Corey hit a few high notes for the first line. After this Jake broke in with a rocking beat as Elliot and Corey and I strummed quickly.
“Sober up
And bury the empty cup
In a backyard of Seattle
We used to lie”
Jake’s beat became a half time hip hop beat, Ian signaled for the audience to clap along as he sang.
“When I sew you up
Don't let me
Stop bleeding
Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin
Won't let me go
(Oh no, oh no)
And they're ruining the mood
So I'll toast every beat of my heart like a miracle”
We blasted into the chorus with a strong drum break. I alternated lines with screams.
“And I don't think you'll ever want to love me
You'd better listen to your doctor
Doctors lie, LIE, lie, LIE
If the dollar is right
Oh my sweet little girl
Hold your mouth and you'll be alright.”
The song suddenly slowed, just Elliot playing high notes. I found Hayden in the crowd and pulled him onstage, giving him the mic.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Hayden Matthews!” Hayden grinned and began to speak into the mic like an announcer at a circus.
“Gather round, gather round
Ladies and gentlemen
Come from far come from wide
The moment you've all been waiting for
TONIGHT
join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death
And the miracle of resurrection!”
Hayden leaped off stage as the crowd roared. The song picked back up with another huge drum break. I screamed with Ian.
“Please understand me when
I’D RATHER SEE YOU DEAD
Than live without me
So thirsty for more”
Elliot pulled a fast guitar solo out to fill the space between verses. As it ended the only thing left was Corey playing notes in half time. The drum was powerful, I kicked my bass in time with it
“Beyond the sea blue light
I met the love of my life
She'd rather see me dead than face me”
The rest of the band kicked in with a beat in halftime
“I like your starry eyes
They yell surprise, surprise
I'm in love...but not for long”
The entire song slowed, even Ian’s voice became and echo.
“Our operation
Call off the operation
Our operation
Call off, off, off,”
Every instrument cut out except for Jake’s drumming and a recording of a piano. While Ian sang I cried out lines in the background.
‘Another wave has turned its back on me
Crashed back on the eyes of the first I see
Can't count on anything
(If your delicate eyes don't blink someday)
For you I'd count the salt under the sea
(They might as well be gone’)
The song faded out with Corey plucking high notes and the rest of us, even Jake, snapping into our mics while the rest of the audience clapped in time.
As soon as the song ended, I realized that I’d played and screamed far to hard. I fell to my hands and knees, panting. A few seconds later my stomach rebelled and I threw up on the stage. I’d barely eaten anything all day so there wasn’t any huge mess, but I felt pretty damn terrible. I got to my feet before anyone could get too concerned and stumbled off stage and into the bathroom. Once there, I bathed my neck in cold water and sighed. The door opened. I looked up at Hayden’s pale face in the mirror.
“Hey kid.” My voice was weak.
“You ok Bryce?” His cool hands fluttered across my shoulders.
“Fine, I just played too hard. I’ll be ok.” I shook my head and wiped my mouth off.
“You’re an idiot.”
“Go away.” I gently shoved his shoulder and ran my cold, wet hands though my hair. Hayden shrugged and walked out of bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror a bit more, then grumbled and walked back into the oppressive heat of the venue.
Fifteen minuets later I was out in front of the building smoking with Hayden.
“You looked like s**t back there.”
“Yeah, I know ok?” I took a deep drag from my cigarette and sighed. Hayden rolled his eyes.
“You shouldn’t wear yourself out like that, it isn’t healthy.”
“Don’t worry about me Hayden, if anyone should be worrying, it should be me about you.” Hayden rolled his eyes and flicked his cigarette on the ground, then looked up at the sky.
“Don’t worry about me, I don’t want to take up your time.”
“Kid, I got all the time in the world.”
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Chapter 6
Yesterday Fades Away
There was no time left for encores, no more chances to impress judges, it was all here and now. I fidgeted nervously, letting the cold night air wash over me then sighed and walked back inside. My friends came over and offered me medical aid, I accepted gauze from Zach and wrapped up my fingers as best I could. The judges finalized their decision and called us back on stage, the crowd went silent as we all trouped onstage. Hayden and I were the wounded warriors of the night, his voice was ruined and my hands were shredded, a night well spent.
“Here we are, two of the biggest bands in the city with two of the biggest performances of the year so far. People will be talking about tonight for a long time, and you all can say you were here to see Bryce Dunlap tear his hands up and Hayden Matthews destroy his voice. This has been a wild night and it’s been hard to decide upon a winner, but one had to be chosen. So tonight, the winners of this battle are….” He paused for dramatic effect. “The Southside Skills!”
My face broke into huge grin as the rest of the band engulfed me, cheering loudly. The crowd roared, clapped and stamped their feet; making more noise then I thought was possible. I managed to break away from my band and took the mic I was offered.
“Hey guys, I just want to thank you all for this amazing win, and I want you all to bring down the house for the Broken Hearts Society.” The crowd roared and let out a wild barrage of applause for Hayden and his band. I spoke into the mic again.
“To be honest, I thought they were gonna cream us, so I’m really amazed that we won. Thanks again and keep your eyes peeled for some more shows coming up real soon.” We departed to loud cheers.
The equipment was packed into multiple cars and driven back to each band’s respective base. I took Hayden aside before I left with Zach and Sarah.
“Kid, you…you were amazing tonight. I’ve never seen anything quite like you. Don’t ever let go of what you have and never loose your special touch, it’ll take you guys far.” Zach honked his car horn and I sighed. “Alright kid, well I guess I’ll see you later. You know where to find me if you ever wanna talk or whatever.” I walked away from the younger male and got in the car, unsure of where my life was going now.
~~~~~ A few Months Later ~~~~~~
Things had changed. Only two months had passed since that battle and everything had flipped on its head. We got challenged almost daily by bands that wanted to be able to say they beat the famous Southside Skills. We took up as many of the challenges as we could and won easily. There was no band quite like The Broken Hearts Society and they had been our biggest challenge yet. They had gotten their fair share of challenges as well, and had beaten every one of the little hopeful bands that tried. It was a great time, we wrote more songs every week and everything was coming into place. The music scene was more alive then it ever had been before and keeping it hidden from the government was getting harder. A few smaller and less protected shows were busted; more people went to jail for just doing what they loved. As they say, ‘it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.’ Here I sat right in the middle.
“Bryce…Bryce…. BRYCE!” the voice persisted.
“Sleeping.” I responded, my voice thick with the exhaustion I hadn’t yet shaken off.
“I noticed that’s why I’m waking you.” I didn’t recognize the voice as I woke up more. Prying my eyes open, I sighed; everything was a watery blur.
“Jake, this is NOT funny.”
“It’s not Jake, it’s Hayden.” I sat up quickly.
“Hayden?” I rubbed my eyes and yawned, peering at his now clear face. “Why are you here?”
He ran his hands through his black hair and looked up at me. The younger boy looked anxious and slightly worried, like he hadn’t wanted to wake me. I slid out of bed and began to look around for a shirt, I felt slightly naked in just my ratty sweat pants.
“I…I didn’t mean to wake you but...You said I could come by if I wanted to talk and…I...I do.” He sounded nervous and fidgeted with the sheets on my bed. I looked up at him as I pulled on a Minus Scale tee shirt, noting the worried expression on his face.
“Hayden, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” I smiled and brushed my hair away from my face then plopped down next to him on the bed; the ancient springs creaked in protest.
“What do you want to talk about?” I rubbed my hands; the tips of my right fingers were still a little red, a reminder of our show forever etched in my skin.
“Just…I don’t know. Never mind..” Hayden got up as if to leave.
“Hey, if you’re gonna come and wake me up at 3AM, you’d better stay to talk.” My voice was kind, Hayden seemed really wound up and I didn’t want to freak him out any more.
“No, it’s nothing. Look, I’m sorry.” Hayden ran his hands through his hair, his voice shook. “I don’t know, never mind, I’ll just go.” And before I could react, he was gone.
I sighed and stood up, looking at my face in the tarnished mirror. Pale, tired and still half asleep. “Just how I want to look for the rest of the world..” I shrugged and headed into the other room, plugging in the coffee maker and grabbing my bass. Just as the coffee finished brewing, there was a knock at the door. I waited for a second, there it was, three knocks and the open slap of a hand on the door. I stood slowly and unlocked the door, letting Jake, Elliot and Corey in.
“Hey guys, there’s coffee there. Where’s Ian?”
Corey shrugged and shook his dirty blond hair out of his face as he searched for a mug. “Dunno, said something about his parents.” I glanced over at Elliot who shrugged as well. Jake shook his head and began to poke through the fridge. Sighing I plopped down on a chair and drank my coffee quietly. It was relatively silent in the apartment for a while, and then Elliot’s quiet voice broke the silence.
“Did you see the door? Burning the Bridge challenged us. The date’s next week.” I looked at Elliot over the rim of my mug and raised an eyebrow.
“Burning the Bridge? Never heard of them.” Cory leaned back in his chair.
“They used to be Prefer Max. Then the cops got their drummer and synth player at another show so they changed their name and got two new kids.” Jake nodded in assent, he seemed angry.
“What’s up Jake?” I asked slowly, drinking some more coffee. He frowned and shook his head, looking into his mug. “Come on.” I prodded.
“The kid from Prefer Max, their drummer. He’s my brother.”
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