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n/n - nickname

songs used in this chapter

d & d is gay (but so am I so this tracks)
by newgrounds death rugby

y/n pov

i sat on ciphers couch, william sitting right next to me. they were talking about some stuff for their band, i was just in the corner panicking about my newest song. if I didn't realease anything soon, i wouldn't have enough money to pay rent. i sighed. i didn't want to leach off of dizzy, but it seemed like the only option. if i released my song now i would definitely get some more backlash than normal. it was very unfinished.

"y/n? what are you doing?" cipher made me jump, knocking me out of my panicked state. i turned my phone off and looked at him from across the couch.

"oh? just- going over a new song." i gave a small fake smile, and he just stared at me for a moment.

he raised his eyebrows, asking me "are you okay?" without making a sound. i nodded, and he backed off, going back to his conversation with wil. i just sighed and went back to thinking of what to do about the shitty situation I was in, picking my phone back up to try and plan out my next few days of absolute hell trying to put an unfinished puzzle together.

"cipher, what do you think about a second guitar player?" william asked with more enthusiasm than the rest of the conversation was full of. i lifted my head up slightly from my phone.

"y/n is rather nice at it, isn't he? you should hear his published songs." i froze up a bit at ciphers words. fucking asshole..

wils body language and facial features all showed his shock and curiosity. i curled deeper into the couch.

"how many songs have you published?" william smirked at me with interest, no malicious intent. he was genuinely interested in my music. i sighed, trying to remember the exact number.

"uhm, about.. 30 maybe?" i never really bothered to count how many i made, i was just happy making them. most of the time.

"that's nice!" wil stared at me for a moment, looking like he was thinking about something. his relaxed facial features and fluffy air-light hair seemed flawless in this lighting.

"do you have a stage name?" he leaned back into the couch, lowering himself deeper into this conversation.

"uhm- yeah, its hiccup. it's basically like a nickname at this point." i rubbed the back of my neck, tangling a strand of hair and looking at the floor. what a cliche move.

"why'd you wanna know my stage name? gonna try finding my music or something?" I laughed gently, then thought about it for a moment. he probably would go looking for my music. i started tapping my finger on the back of my neck, nervous habit.

"maybe." he looked away, giggling lightly at the conversation and then starting up another one with cipher.

turns out, he didn't exactly end the conversation, just brought another person into it.

"hey, y/n, why don't we listen to one of your songs?" cipher had the same tone your younger sibling would have if they were blackmailing you into doing something so they didn't tell your parents. i growled under my breath, knowing what he was doing.

"sure, why not." i acted casual, trying not to alert wil of the childish rivalry between me and cipher.

"take the remote, play it on my tv, you've got your music on youtube right?" the brunette tossed his TV remote towards me. i felt it brush across my fingers as i barely caught it before it flew out of my reach. i looked over at him and forced a very angry looking smirk.

"yup." i popped the p at the end. a short and simple answer, it kept me from insulting him. i didn't wanna lash out in front of someone who's offering me a place in a band.

it took a bit of fiddling since cipher's tv is shit, but eventually i got a song of mine playing. all of my songs had odd titles unfortunately, but this was one of my favorites.

d & d is gay by hiccup.

"nice title, cupid." ciphers comment nearly set me off. i felt my teeth begin to push against eachother before I even told them to. does he have to be so fucking embarrassing?

william laughed a bit at his friends comment. it made me lighten up a bit, reminding me that they're friends and it'll probably be fine. probably.

i sighed, going back onto my phone as my voice began ringing through the room.

sophomore year was a lonely, lonely time, i had only my hand to talk to.

i didn't pay attention to the world around me, engulfing myself in my own music.

all those nights staying up till three am

"i wouldn't trade it for the world.."

i felt eyes on me, but i didn't look up. my mind had completely zoned out.

"i don't care if i have to wake up in the morning.."

"five hours later." i reeled myself back into the world, realizing i had been singing my own lyrics. it was quiet, but i had been.

looking back to the other two, my throat closed up as i saw wilbur staring at me. seemed he zoned out too.

he blinked, like his soul had entered his body again. he smiled lightly at me, before looking back to the tv.

if you love someone, let them go.

but if you really, really love them, let them come back.

the guitar in the background of the song slowed to a stop as the last line was spoken. i sighed, glad it was over.

"that was actually nice, i hadn't listened to most of your music before y/n." cipher sounded sincere, impressed. i don't know why, it's not like he hasn't made better.

"thanks ciph." i flashed him a quick grin before turning to my phone and checking the time. nearing 9.

"wil, shouldn't you head back? it's getting pretty late, and you walked here, didn't you?" william looked at me as i said his name, i called him wil, not meaning to. he didn't seem too bothered, so it wasn't a big mess-up.

"yeah, i probably should." he sighed, looking a bit dissapointed as he got up. weird.

"nice meeting you n/n!" n/n.. he waved as he left the complex, saying bye to cipher too. the rest of the night was mostly a blur, not really much to say.

i left ciphers sometime after that, going up a floor to my apartment just above.

nothing happened after that. i just laid on my bed mostly, spacing out until i fell asleep.

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wow another chapter over 1000, nice. just barely more than the last one. im so tired. homerooms almost over so ive gotta go

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