A/N- Last chapter!
~Michael's POV~
"I want your horror, I want your design, 'cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine..."
This was starting out fine. The crowd was noticeably bigger than the last few concerts we've had here, and this time I was almost able to control my thoughts much better. Even if that ache hadn't gone away.
"I want your love, love, love, love, I want your love..."
It would be almost time for the first mystery fan to come onstage. It was most likely Rich- or at least I sort of hoped it was Rich- since if it was Rich everything would be much less stressful. He's my boyfriend- so he would be the obvious winner of this voting thing, so matter who the other contestant is.
At least I really hoped so.
Under the stage lights, I could feel all the social media attention going on in this very moment. I'm sure there is someone in the audience right now live streaming this whole thing- and the likes and comments are going up, up, up...
The lights flashing behind me break me from my thoughts as the screens shone lyrics just as they were said.
"...love, love, love, I want your love..."
Just then a door opened from the back of the stage, and the first mystery fan walked in beside me. The crowd got a bit louder.
I smiled as I felt my face grow hot. "Not much of a mystery fan, are you?" I muttered to him.
Rich started to sing, "I want your love, and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance..."
He wore a mask across his eyes- with holes so he could see- that shone a bright red. I guess it was supposed to hide his identity, but anyone who knows him could tell it was him. He honestly looked like a dorky rockstar-superhero, but I'm sure the fans would love it.
He walked a few steps closer to me as I turned around to face him.
"...I want your love and all your lover's revenge, you and me could write a bad romance."
For the first time tonight, everything felt at peace. He rested his hand on my chest as he finished his little solo line, looking up into my eyes. Everything was going to be okay.
As the music went on, I knew it was time for the second mystery fan to step onstage. I took in a sharp breath, preparing.
Rich looked behind him, but quickly turned back to me with a look of sheer panic.
Looking to the new person of attention, I nearly choked on my breath.
Rich would never let this happen. Not in a million years. Even hearing his name would cause him to tense up. Then why the fuck am I standing here, eye to eye with with boy who I just kissed last night?
Rich and I nearly simultaneously looked over at Jared, who gave back a little smirk and a shrug.
That son of a bitch.
Jeremy also looked like a dorky rockstar-superhero, yet his mask shone a bright blue instead. His hair flopped down into his eye, and he tried to use his breath to blow it back up.
Dork.
Rich and Jeremy both faced each other, creating a strong tension across the stage, which I knew was the point. I had to look away from them and instead rested my gaze to the stage floor, pressing my eyes tightly closed.
I don't want any competition. I don't want a fight to the death, and by death I mean not my boyfriend. But I knew life wasn't that simple- although that thought didn't stop my heart from starting to beat rapidly.
I heard Rich's voice cut through all the sound buzzing around me. "I want your love, and I want your revenge. I want your love, I don't wanna be friends..."
His voice then stopped and a new one picked up, soft and sweet like the one from highschool.
"Je veux ton amour, et je veux ta revanche. Je veux ton amour, I don't wanna be friends..."
I've struggled with this for too long, yet it has never been direct- just a mess of thoughts and emotions in my head, but now all those thoughts have become reality.
I looked over at Jeremy, and in an instant I saw the one who I used to love. The sweet boy who used to love me and with whom I spent all my days.
I love him.
All the noise around me soon just became one solid buzz. I tried to just take deep breaths and keep going through this concert, but I couldn't. Each time I tried to take a deep breath, they just got faster, and I felt my heart pounding all throughout my body.
I love him. He loves me. Another loves me. Do I even love him?
My peripheral vision was starting to grow blurry, so I closed my eyes tight. I wish the darkness would just engulf me whole.
Throughout all the noise a certain voice grew louder.
"Michael's spacing out," Someone said.
"Michael play your guitar!" Another screamed in my ear. I opened my eyes, and found myself singing again, but I wasn't exactly there. The lyrics coming out of my mouth went on autopilot.
"I want your love, and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance..."
I noticed that I had been crying as I slowly regained consciousness. I just let the tears fall, letting them leave drops on my shirt and the floor.
"I want your love, and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance..."
The numbers for each mystery fan rose behind us as the oblivious crowd voted for whoever they thought would be best. They were scarily close, and I knew one this for sure:
Rich lied.
I'm not stupid. I know this isn't just a silly game, and after seeing the second mystery fan I knew for a fact that Rich would agree.
But now, all we can do is wait until the numbers stop.
~1027 words~
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