Phoenix
"And you have everything?", Pete asked.
"Yes dad, I have everything.", I said sarcastically.
Today I was leaving to move in with Dal.
"Have fun, Phee.", Meg smiled.
"But not too much fun. I don't want to hear in a few months that I'm going to be an uncle.", Pete added.
I laughed so hard, I had to wipe my tears.
"Bye guys.", I said after a while.
I drove from Calabasas to Ventura, only stopping for gas or food.
I got to Dal's house by 10, and he was wide awake.
"Hey babe.", he said, when he saw me.
"Hi baby.", I replied.
We ate some pasta and talked for a bit as the night began to slow down.
By 12, Dal had Elvis Presley on as we slow danced in the living room.
"I love you, Dal.", I whispered.
"You mean it?", he asked.
I nodded.
"Well, I love you too, Phee.", he replied, kissing me.
And we fell asleep, happily ever after.
How could we ask for more?
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the phoenix • {dallon weekes}
FanfictionREVISING Phoenix Anne Wentz. Fresh out of college, a musician in the works, a single 24 year old. Dallon James Weekes. Fresh out of a divorce, a bassist of one of the biggest alternative bands of the 2010's, a single 32 year old. All it took was a...
