Down With Broken ✓

Part 8: Veins for Your Pain

Levi furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his phone. "What should my username be?"

I was playing with the audio program on his computer, "Umm...I don't know. Your name."

He nodded, whispering as he typed, "Um...I'm... Levi..."

"Don't put it as that stupid!"

He shrugged and submitted it, "What now?"

I sighed, "Put a picture for your profile, and then post one, stating who you are."

"Any pic?"

"Are you seriously this old?!" I started to laugh.

He shrugged again, and after a minute he slid his phone into my lap.

I looked down and held it up to my face, "Why did you put this emo ass pic--"

I stopped myself and took a breather, "Nevermind that. Why did you shout me out?"

"Because you helped me, of course."

I rolled my eyes, seeing he's already followed someone. I froze for a moment, "How'd you even find my account that quick?"

"Cause I'm smart," he smirked and leaned his head back on his hands.

Him and these simple sarcastic answers. Gracious.

He had such pretty eyelashes, I couldn't help but stare.

He sat up in his seat, moving his face closer to mine, "What are you staring at, Amora?"

That tension was building up again and I pulled away, looking down.

He was quiet for a moment, before reaching over me to grab his beat pad. "Let's make some music."

My eyes shot back up at him, "Really?"

"Hell yeah."

He placed the tablet on the surface of the table in front of me, guiding one of my fingers to a red switch. "Press this when you're ready."