Darryl POV
"ITS THE POLICE. YOUR SAFE. THE SHOOTER HAS BEEN ARRESTED." We hear the voice from the other side of the door yell.
An immediate wave of relief washes over me. "How do we know if your not the police?" Mr Brown fights back.
Suddenly something slips under the door, a police badge. Mr Brown finally opens the door and two cops are waiting.
~~~
Zak POV
Two more minutes until we're on stage, i can hear the loud chatters of the crowd through the other side.
I chug down a whole bottle of water, my throat is weirdly dry and sore. The packet of medicine makes a sound as I open it and take out two pills, I put it on my tongue but I don't swallow, I drink some water and try to swallow the pills with it. The pills are supposedly to help relief headaches
"Zak, come on let's go." Cara gestures for me to stand up, I look up at her and I nod, I stand up from the sofa where I had been sitting and I pull up the sleeves of my shirt up to my elbows.
When we all walk on the stage in a single line everyone starts cheering and screaming.
I walk towards my already placed drum set and I sit down, getting out my drumsticks placed on the floor next to the drum set and position my hands - ready to play. Cara starts talking, "Good afternoon Ohio!" She yells into the mic. The crowd starts to grown louder.
After a while we start to play our song 'Althea' with Ant starting with his iconic bass guitar opening.
~~~
Darryl POV
I'm home now, sitting with my legs crossed. "Are you sure your fine?" Grandma walks into the room holding a bowl full of watermelon cut into cubes. "Yes Grandma I'm fine." I groan, I don't hate her nor am I mad at her - but I still can't fully recover from what just happened less than two hours ago.
"You should go call Zane. He's showed up so many times while you were gone." She speaks, placing the bowl of fruit on my bed side table. "Mm I don't really feel like it Ma." I respond. She then leaves the room with the door shut.
I reach for my laptop under my bed and blew off the dust, I haven't touched it ever since I stopped attending school for a few months.
I signed in, I have lots to catch up on - ten tests to study for and five essays to write. I sigh and reach for the watermelon on my side and take a bite.
While chewing on it, I get multiple notifications from discord on the screen.
Zane_16
darryl?
Zane_16
it says your online
Zane_16
why have you been ignoring me? i don't even wanna hear about u running away and all that shit
I feel offended, so I type back.
BadBoy
What do you mean ignoring you?
Zane_16
yeah, even before you went missing.
Zane_16
after the fight at the cinema you didnt talk to me ever again
Zane_16
i thought you loved me
BadBoy
I do love you what do you mean?
Zane_16
i hear it but I dont see it nor feel it
Zane_16
we're over
That last message before he blocked be didn't hurt me as much as I thought it was supposed to.
I had no emotion really, I just shrugged it off and closed the tab, continuing to write my essay for history.
Let me be honest here,, I loved Zane! Just never in that way.
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lovestar | skephalo
Fanfiction-started- 14/08/22 -finished- 28/01/23 Zak is a highschool dropout, mostly known worldwide for being a drummer in the band Inside Sweater. Darryl is an outcast who attends highschool - who has an abnormal addiction to bubble tea. But what happens w...
