Armando had decided to spend the day with Annie, getting a break from the band and his home life, something becoming aimless and boring. The two sat in Annie's bedroom, bathed in soft pink light from her LEDs. Armando kicked his dirty shoes off and flopped backwards onto her soft sheets as Annie slipped off her platforms and gently set them on her shelf of shoes. She sat beside him and they chatted, Annie eventually putting on music and blaring it, the teens singing along and dancing around her neat and tidy bedroom. Not too long after this, a picture fell off the top of Annie's dresser, a strip of photos from a photo booth.
"Hey, Anne..who's this guy..? Did you used to have a boyfriend or something..?" Annie tensed.
"Armando, put that photo down. It's nothing you need to worry about, it's just...an old friend, okay? He moved away, I don't know why I even have that anymore. Just put it back and forget about it." He set the strip of photos down, seeing a note on the back of it.
"For Annabelle, the light of my life. I love you to the stars and back. - Kade Neeves"
"Kade...Kade...wait like, THE Kade Neeves, the old drummer? Oh fuck, oh shit...Hex, he told me about Kade and...God, Anne, he's dead....Hex said he's dead..."
"Armando, you don't need to know any of that. Forget all of it. It was a long fucking time ago and I just...ugh! I don't want to remember any of it!"
Annie covered her ears and crouched down, rocking back and forth. Armando saw her begin to shake and heard sniffling. She looked up, her face red and her eyes going bloodshot. He walked to her, kneeling beside her and pulling her to him. Annie allowed her tears to flow, clinging onto Armando.
"Why did he have to die..."
