I Hate You More

The Remington We Know and Love

Harlen

I was born to be anything, I wanted to be
Raised to be, fucking mean
I'm a masterpiece
Blasphemy, meet again, in a world so vicious
Children crying, mother scream,
Fathers drink
All you bastards scream

I dropped to my knees, and leaned back as I continued playing the guitar riff. After a moment, I was back on my feet and as I played, Remington sang in my face. Our chemistry had been weird this entire tour. We were getting in each other's faces and honestly just interacting with each other on stage more than we ever had. It was really weird because, we were in a really awkward spot. I then moved over towards Emerson, and stood on the front of his drum kit, jumping off as I played the last chord.

"Columbus," Remington yelled, out of breath from all of the jumping he'd been doing, "you guys are fucking perfect! Give it up for yourselves!"

The crowd yelled loudly, and Emerson hit his drums a couple of times.

"You guys are making us regret only having one song left for you tonight," Remington chuckled into the mic, "but I'm sure you're ready for Yungblood though right?"

I smiled at the audience's reaction. I truly missed being on stage. I forgot how cathartic it was.

"You guys have been fucking crazy tonight" I smiled into my microphone, "seriously thanks so much for going so hard! You've made this night one of the best nights I've had in a couple of months."

The audience cheered again, and Remington sent me a soft look but, I ignored it and focused on Sebastian's words, "So as Remington said, we've got one more song for you so, this one's called 'Fucking With My Head'! If you happen to know it, sing the fuck along!"

I played the opening chords, and plastered a smile to my face.

You're coming around
But you act so cold
So cold, so cold
You show them wrong
Cause you just say no
No, no, no, no
You torture me
But I just won't scream
I'm dead inside
Even in my dreams

Remington eyes became locked on mine as he screamed out the chorus.

You're fucking with my head
Yeah, yeah
You're fucking with my head
You're fucking with my
Fucking with my head
Yeah, yea
You're fucking with my head
You're fucking with my
Quit fucking with my head
You're fucking with my head

I got in his face as I continued to play the instrumental to the song.

You don't know why
I just wanna be alone
No, no, no, no
Ask you nicely
But you won't go
Won't go home
You scream in my ear
But can't hear a thing
Oh I take you to dinner
But you just won't eat

I screamed along to the chorus, knowing that probably no one could hear me but him because I wasn't screaming into a mic. I didn't care. If he could let it out, then so the hell could I. We stared in each other's eyes and sang.

You're fucking with my head
Yeah, yeah
You're fucking with my head
You're fucking with my
Quit fucking with my head
Yeah, yeah
You're fucking with my head
Quit fucking with my
Fucking with my head

As he sang the next part he gestured for everyone to crouch onto the floor.

Oh no
No, no, no

Remington let out a scream, and everybody jumped up. We kept jumping up and down throughout the last chorus, and before we knew it, we were grinning wildly at each other.