Runnin' with the Devil

Distracted

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Reaching your bedroom door, you pause. The dream you had last night replayed once more, but this time only a few words and sounds were left of it. The more time goes on the more memory of the dream you lose. You almost wanted to keep that dream burned into your mind, no matter how wrong it may have seemed it anyone else, had they known if it. A slight red coloring, reminiscent of Eddie's from before, crawled over your face as your hand mindlessly pushed the door open. The words and sounds laid in your mind, distracting you from grabbing the very few things you had made Eddie wait on you for.

  After a few moments of reminiscing on the fading memory of your dream, you finally shook yourself away from it. Your eyes scanned your room once again and found their way to a dark wood desk just right, relative to where you were standing in your doorway, of your window. They then quickly fell upon a black, cross-body, bag, with a long silver chain for a strap, draped over the left of the desk. Your eyes studied the white stitching on the front which happened to be the logo from your band, Angry Angels.

  A heart decorated with devil horns, small, torn, tattered wings, and a broken halo; pulled together with a ripped line of fabric embellished with the band name, each of the 'A''s being an anarchy symbol. The anarchy symbol seemed like a cool idea to incorporate into your band name seen as the fairly new symbol, being established as the anarchy symbol in the 1970s, represented your beliefs closely. Perhaps not in their entirety but enough for you take on the newly developed symbol with pride. The band logo itself, you had made on your own, hand sewing it onto the bag over the course of two days. It was quite detailed, and though your hands paid the price, you were extremely proud of it.

  The bag matched perfectly with your band shirt. The only differences between the two being that the logo on the shirt wasn't stitched on, rather it was printed on, the logo was colorized, and it had grey bats, only a couple shades lighter than the shirt itself, scattered throughout the front. The dark red of the heart, the light gray of the horns, the faded yellow of the halo, the white paired with tattering browns and blacks of the wings, all pulled together nicely.

  Grabbing the bag and draping it over your left shoulder to cross to your right side, you lifted your gaze to the small rounded, mirror, adorned with black, floral carved, framing, above the desk to give yourself a once-over. You drew a hand to your hair to shift it around a bit then gave yourself an affirming nod before turning back to your room. The still open door allowed for Eddie's voice to be heard clearly as it rang up the stairs and into the room.

"You okay up there, angel?"

  You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smiling when he called you that. Though, you didn't mind it all that much as you were more focused on the confusion of him not just coming up the stairs to check on you. Everyone else had helped themselves to doing so when they had come over, yet Eddie has yet to even leave your living room or go more than 15 feet away from the front door. It was quite odd in your opinion. The other part of your brain was now occupied with the dream once again. The name had brought on the memory and your cheeks offered a soft red color once again. Though, you brushed it off quickly to offer Eddie a response.

"All good up here! Be down in a second!"

  You responded before turning your attention back to the task at hand so as not to reminisce on the dream anymore. You were now in search of shoes, any shoes at this point. You didn't want to keep Eddie waiting for much longer than he already had been so you felt the need to rush yourself.

  After a bit of searching you found a pair of grey, high-top, Converse. Sitting on the edge of your bed with a disgruntled huff, you pulled on a pair of socks, from one of your various piles of clothes, then the shoes afterward. You laced them up completely to hide the bright pink on the inside, just in case, for some reason, your pants couldn't hide them well enough. You let out another disgruntled huff as you got up from your bed and brushed yourself off.

You headed out the door of your room, turning to begin shutting it before quickly turning back to be met with a slightly distracted Eddie at the bottom of the stairs as you pulled it shut behind you. Once he had heard the door close his gaze shot up from his shoes to you and a soft smile appeared on his face at the sight of you. This simple reaction gave your face the all too familiar red coloring and heat across it. His smile was so sweet it may as well have kissed your eyes. You could feel your heart begin to sing at the sight of how his face contorted into an innocent, comforting, joy that caused his eyes to smile in unison with his lips. Unfortunately, you wouldn't allow yourself much more time to reveal in this as you began to move yourself down the stairs.

"Ready?"

  You asked, being met with a simple nod as Eddie began to walk back to the front door. His smile never left his expression as he opened your front door, gesturing for you to go out before him when you were back in his line of sight, at the bottom of the stairs.

"M'lady."

  He spoke in a slightly joking tone as he offered you a small, half-assed bow. You giggled softly at the gesture before walking out onto the small porch, pausing a few steps away from the door to wait for him to follow you out.

"Shall we?"

  You heard his voice before you noticed he was now standing right next to you. Your eyes peeled from the sight of your small neighborhood ahead of you, lined with trees behind and between each house, to Eddie's outstretched arm. Your eyes followed his arm out toward a van parked across the street from your house. Having your transport now in sight, you gave an affirming nod and began to walk down the four steps from your porch to the small sidewalk that connected to them. Eddie followed behind you, but not for too long, once you had arrived at the road, he jogged in front of you to guide you the rest of the way.

"I know it's not exactly the most," he paused for a moment to find his words, "flashy, but it's what I got. Hope you don't mind."