"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...
been very busy with a new job lately sorry for the lack of updates!! <3
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" you've become what i hate. sold yourself for a bit of fame. "
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dahlia's pov portland, oregon
"ah, it really is good to be back."eric opened his muscular arms out to the air around him as he become the last member of the band to have walked out of the venue's back door. we'd all decided as a group to take a minute or two outside to breathe after we'd gotten off stage for the night. the rush of the show was still running through my nerve ends as the night breeze hit my skin. the faint ringing in my ear was still slowly fading.
"nothing like that hometown air." he crossed his forearms over each other, turning all around.
"and what exactly does the air in portland smell like to you, elmore." kurt leaned his back against the brick and began to dig around in his hoodie pockets.
"weed." i responded for our drummer as my eyes hovered over my feet tracing the pavement. i looked up just soon enough to see the quick side eye damien flashed me. andrew held back a smile. "uh, i mean.. trees."
"i was gonna say; you don't even need to get off our fuckin' bus to smell the first thing." damien commented with eyes rolling, lacing his arms together. "all you goddamn potheads."
"don't act like you've never done it." kurt mumbled, ironically with a cbd cigarette already between his lips, flicking his dark green bic lighter against the edge. "besides, i've got an excuse. it's called diagnosed anxiety." he shook the cig as it caught flame.
"okay. well. your anxiety meds smell like shit." i heard him insist just before i tip-toed closer to our bassist, leaning my head about a half inch away from being laid down on his shoulder.
"can you spare me one please." i spoke lightly, looking out to the gently setting sun.
"sure, kid." he tapped his thumb against the edge closest to him. as the little bits of ash fell to the ground, he used his other hand to hand me a single cigarette. "i have a couple boxes of them in the bus; i can just give you a whole pack later."
"you're a saint." i took it between my two fingers. "are these the flavored ones?"
"you all have turned my baby sister into a monster." damien shook his head and let his eyes bounce between the whole group.
"oh my god, fawn. it's fucking hemp flower." kurt immediately reacted, his eyes narrowing and his head falling close to his shoulder. "are you fucking plant-phobic? are you afraid of plants?"
eric's unmistakable laughed filled the slightly cold air around us and nearly drowned out kurt and damien's little side argument. any sound from the guys on my side seemed to cease when i let my head and eyes wander around the outside space. my heart slowly began to sink in my chest.
