LOVER, YOU SHOULD'VE COME OVER, daniel johns

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 four, am i ever gonna see your face again?

NOW PLAYING... am i ever gonna see your face again, the angels
"the question still remains, am i ever gonna see your face again?"

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

Bustling crowds and endless chatter were the two things i presumptuously loathed about the "city scene", though i often seemed to disregard the fact to pay a visit to my safe haven, the record shop. The light tumbling of the bell overhead signified my presence, earning a minor smile from the shop attendant. I made my way over to the Pop/Rock section first & foremost, not exactly looking for anything in particular. Though, i recently decided to add "Jagged Little Pill" by Alanis Morissette to my "To Listen To" list after feeling a sense of liberation from "You Oughta Know", so i guess the "A" section was my first priority.
My mind soon drifted off into a space of fixation, seemingly focusing 100% of my attention to find the light coloured vinyl i was so hopelessly searching for, so devoted to the point where the sound of the entrance bell chiming through my ears didn't seem to pass me by. Once inevitably finding the very item i was searching for, i decided to move onto a seperate section in hopes to find another record on my ever so growing list.
Immersing my gaze ahead, i notice a rather tall figure standing opposite myself, the chain on the waistband of his jeans dangling ever so slightly, making a rather coarse sound vibrate through my ears. It was rather odd seeing another person in store, considering the several previous times i've came here its been rather dead and empty, though it wasn't exactly surprising, it is a public store after all. My mind seamlessly drifted off on me once again, seemingly to a rather spontaneous site this time, lost in the thought of my supposed "dream" of meeting someone at a record shop & falling madly in love with them. It was often something i spent my time pondering about quite regularly, seeing as though there's something so dreamy about meeting someone through the very thing i'm most passionate about, though in reality, it truly was just a-
"Shirls?" a rather familiar voice speaks before you, instantaneously pulling you out of your love struck maladaptive daydream. Scanning upwards, the sight before me makes my eyes drop to well below my ass, my throat directly drying up. "Dan?" you cower, your voice trembling in the slightest. Its been well over two years since you've last seen each other, but god has he changed. His once long, golden locks have transcended into a slightly lighter shade and lay  roughly above his ear, though the piercing located on the arch of his eyebrow had also seemingly been removed. His skin looking rather pale & lifeless, though he looked absolutely gorgeous, the mere two seconds of eye contact causing my heart rate to fasten. "Uh... how are you?" he queries, though reforming any form of eye contact, instead fixating his gaze on the records before him. How the fuck am i supposed to answer that? "Yeah great! A couple of nights ago i was bawling my eyes out because i missed you, but nothing new, haha!"'. "Yeah, alright i guess. You?" i speak, so far from the truth that it's practically comedic at this point. "Yeah same, same... Same old shit" he speaks, a sigh emitting from his scarlet tinted lips, conveniently matching his cheeks. "You uh... you look good? I mean, like you're doing good" he continues, this time peering up at me for a mere second, though it felt like minutes. You unintentionally snarkle at his unknowing comment, later covering your mouth out of pure embarrassment. "What was that for?" he inquires, his lips peering upwards into a smirk while his eyebrow seemingly imitates the same action. "No no nothing, didn't mean to do that. Depends what your definition of good is, but sure" "How's everything been goin'? Y'know, with the band and everything?" i continue, in a rather obvious attempt to change the subject to something that isn't about my emotions, or lack off to say the least. "Alright, been recording stuff the past couple of days for the new album. We're pretty happy with what we've done so far" he says, a small nod to the right side of his head soon following his statement. I simply nod in acknowledgment, not exactly on the right words to respond with. "What about you? You still writin' stuff?" he queries, a hint of wonder gleaming in his voice. "Yeah yeah, been writing heaps lately. Helps the soul, y'know?" i speak, biting my tongue rather harshly and refraining from dropping any half cut truths, which feels practically impossible. He lets out a stippled laugh, nodding his head in agreement. "Uh huh, more then you'd know" he speaks rather inaudibly, almost coming out as a fragile mumble. God, hearing the presence of his laughter alone is simply sending my mind into a whirlwind, thoughts of reconciliation clutter my mind endlessly, though i don't know if it'll be that attainable, not unless i mention something myself. "Y'know, its good seein' you again" i say, biting down rather anxiously onto the right side of my lip, anticipating his response. "Yeah... like wise" he speaks, opening his mouth to comment further, but seemingly deciding against it. "I uh, i've missed your presence, y'know?" he continues, avoiding any sense of eye contact humanly possible, though understanding thats his rather poetic way of telling me he simply misses me, or thats what i hoped at least. I reach my left hand into the rather messy depths of my bag, hopelessly attempting to find my miniature notepad and matching pen somewhere in the mix to write down a copy of my current phone number, considering i changed from my old one months ago in some odd, spur of the moment need of "change". "Here, don't become a stranger again, yeah?" i speak, attempting to hide the apprehension in my voice, though it seemingly fails as my voice comes out as a whisper. He nods, "I wont, i promise" he declares, taking the piece of paper out of your hands. "I'll uh, see you around" i say, vinyls in hand as i carry myself towards the counter to pay for my goods.
Fuck, didn't expect that in the slightest...

a/n
& THE CIRCUS BEGINS! We love reconciliation yayy!