*Des's Point of View*
Soon after we arrived back at the hotel, Asher and Em arrived. The twins greeted them with enthusiasm. I rolled my eyes watching the two tackle the poor chaps.
I glanced over at Destry. He eyed Emelia closely, and my lips perked up slightly.
"Everything going okay... Destry?" I asked smugly.
He blushed slightly, turning his head away.
"What do you mean...?" He murmurs into his hoodie.
I giggled. He was playing this card? Really?
"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about."
He glared at me, suppressing a shadow of a smile.
"Its nothing. Really." I rolled my eyes.
Destry was great and all, but damn was this dude stubborn. And it was RARE to see him attracted to someone. Honestly, I've never seen or heard him talk to or about a girl.
"You're stupid, Destry. If you're interested in her, talk to her. Or I'll make it happen. I ship it." I squeel.
He smirks slightly.
"Isn't she with.. Wait, how did you..?"
"Destry. For the longest time I thought you were gay. You don't LOOK at women that way."
He turns a crimson shade.
Em stares at us both, eyes narrowed. Well, shit. Someone looked aggrivated.
"I'm not discussing this with you... besides, she has Asher..." he murmurs softly, gazing back at Emelia.
Asher... He was... Well, hot. His pink fringed hair fell perfectly over his Silvery blue eyes, vibrant under his coal lined lids.
Ahhh, drool. I wanted to know this boy. Goddamn did I want to know this boy,
"I'll make it work."
"Don't worry..."
I held my hand up to stop him. "No, I want to. I want my Destry happy."
He sighs.
"Oh one condition. I can help with Asher."
I look at him with wide eyes. "What?" I say innocently.
This time he rolled his eyes at me.
"Des, shut it. Don't even try denying it."
"Fine. Sue me." I throw my hands up.
This was gonna be great. Destry can finally be happy. It was clear he wanted her.
I glance at Asher, sighing.
What if he doesn't want me?
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With Death Etched In My Heart
De TodoI'm that guy you see, alone. The one you call Emo, a fag. To everyone, I'm just that waste of space. No one knows me. I paste this act onto myself everyday, but its all fake..... Asher, a seventeen year old boy, with the worst case of depression an...
