"looking sideways when i say
i'm okay with the past.
but i'm afraid of what i might say
if you ask."
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dahlia's pov
present time, 2:00am
portland, oregon
"i can't believe you're actually doing this to me." the messy raven hair falling over his face shook with his head, blue eyes drilling into my skin with every blink.
"you can't believe i'm doing this to you?" my shrill voice forced itself out of my throat. "this is.. this is my life, andy. i can't just throw everything away for–" my arms shoved themselves against my chest as he stood up from the edge of the bed, charging me with a heartbroken anger in his tone.
"throw everything away?"
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"lia." damien's voice broke through the foggy haze of my eyes open nightmare.
"sorry." i said.
"don't apologize." he closed the ancient fridge in our shared living space by its short black handle, setting the carton of oat milk down on the counter behind him. the mug of black tea he'd just handed me filled the air in front of my face with steam. he leaned over the bar counter and tapped a spoonful of brown sugar into the cup, before dropping in just a bit of the non-dairy milk he'd taken out for me.
"thank you." i swirled the light metal spoon around in the hot tea, letting it go and watching it circle around without the touch of my hand.
"we need to talk about this." he ignored my thanks. my dear sweet brother, i thought. "you completely disappeared when we got the news. it was like you weren't even there. the guys are all really worried about you."
"yeah, i'm sure kurt's blazed ass was really worried about me." i sarcastically grumbled, looking down the tile of the kitchen floor and my short, hanging legs from the barstool height chair.
"hey." he harshly closed the fridge after putting the milk back in its proper spot. the blonde hairs on my arms stood up straight. "maybe he doesn't look like it sometimes, but i think that man would jump in front of traffic for you."
"yeah, well. tell him to stop." i sipped on the tea and winced, trying to hide how badly i'd burnt my tongue as i lowered the glass mug back down to the wooden countertop. "what– what do you want to talk to me about?" i questioned, as if it was trivial. i didn't really mean it like that. my words always came out wrong.
"dahlia arabella fawn." he replied with a sternness.
"don't middle name me." i shot him a look.
"you know what i wanna talk about." he let his shoulders fall back down from their tensed up state. "i got off the phone with adrienne and you completely shut off."
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"no, yeah. we're all sitting here." damien said, his eyes bouncing between me and the rest of the band, who were all scattered around the mid sized living room space.
our eyes and ears waited patiently as he spoke on the phone with our manager, adrienne, waiting for the word on the 'big headlining tour' she was trying to get arranged for us. things had only been looking up for the band in the past few years, and as we were beginning to climb to the top of the charts, we couldn't help but sit in knee shaking anticipation of who might be being asked to play alongside of us.
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chemical kids & mechanical brides. ☽ andy biersack
Fanfiction"fuck. you." my nose scrunched and eyes narrowed as i threw expletives his way with vexation and a bit of spit. i burned like a raging wildfire as i watched him smirk and slowly lean his upper body down to almost, but not quite, meet me at eye leve...
