Broken Rose

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After the whole James thing went down I went back to my room, carefully avoiding the glass pieces as I did so. "Crimson can I come in? Its Robert I just want to give you something." Robert slowly knocked on the door then he stopped and opened it. His eyes went from me to the floor then back to me.

"Crimson what happened?" He asked as he sat a black bass on my bed and began to pick up the glass. "I was pissed, I'm sorry." I said as he dropped the glass in the waste bin by the desk and turned back to me. "Don't apologize, I know how Lars can be sometimes. He's a little touchie on somethings but once he warms up to you he'll know that you really do like Kirk for Kirk." He said as he sat on the bed and gently patted my knee. "Robert, how do you know how he is? He seamed to like you at first." I whispered as his deep laugh filled the room. "While they we're auditioning people for the band James thought I was perfect but Lars said he didn't have a feeling, Whatever the hell that means. But James somehow got him to jam with me and he realized I was the man for the job." He said while I silently laughed at his hand movements.

"Hey Crimson there's a certain idiot that wants to apologize to you." Kirk said from the door as Robert got up and the short Danish man took his place. "Look Crimson I didn't mean to offended you. I just get worried when Kirk dates younger girls. I've seen him hurt before and it beaks my heart. I was just looking out for my best friend." He said as he gently laid a callused hand on my knee. "I don't like Kirk for the money. I was raised on being happy with what ya got and not lovin someone for their looks or their belongings but for who they truely are." I said as he looked up at me and smiled. "Your just a sweet little southern bell ain't ya." Lars laughed slightly as I moved my knee from his hand and smiled. No one had noticed my accent so far, well they ain't said nothing about it. "Thats a compliment baby doll....Your not so bad after all." He said as he got up and walked out.

"Well he likes you now." Kirk said as he plopped down on my bed and laughed. "Yeah I guess.... What's the story behind that Becca chick?" I asked as he laughed and looked up at me. "She's a bunny, but she's really cool once you get to know her you see she's a Thrash kid ya know. She was an American born in London and her brother was put in boarding school down in Texas. He came back a country bumpkin." Kirk laughed slightly and laid down. "James always acts like he never falls in love but I can tell he really loves Becca but he needs to go rehab. The drinking is killing him." Kirk turned over and sat up partially. "Promise me that if I ever get that bad you'll drag me to rehab. Even if it means you have to knock me out and drag me by my ankels." He reached up and tugged on my shirt. I gently laid down next him and moved closer to him. "I promise Kirk. Your not getting rid of me that fast."