Maybe We Are... (Johnnie Guilbert and Damon Fizzy Fan Fiction)

Emotions

I walked past the buses and I just lost it. All of my emotions poured out, and it took me by surprise. Im not one to do that.

I banged my fists to the bus leaving dent after dent where my hands collided with the metal. I began to cry again and slammed myself to the vehicle. I turned and slowly slid down, covering my face with my red hands.

"What the hell was that?" I heard Damon call from another bus. I didn't want to see him so I covered my mouth and slid under a bus. It felt like I was in an episode of The Walking Dead because I could see his feet getting closer and I knew my heart would stop if I saw his face.

"Holy shit." I heard Damon say. I assumed he saw what I had done to one of the buses. I wasn't breathing. It felt like a real life horror movie, even though I knew I wasn't going to literally die.

Eventually Damon walked away, I watched his black Toms slowly shuffle away.

"Thank god." I whispered. I crawled out from underneath the bus and headed back to the event.