I was just taking a nap on the couch when Cam thought it would be a wonderful idea to wake me up. "Y/N? Y/NNNN~... Y/N!" He shook me aggressively, waking me up. "I'm up, I'm up! Jeez, dude..." I glared up at him to which he just gave me an innocent smile. "Evan made an outfit for you~" He teased, grabbing my hand and bringing me to the guest bedroom where I was staying. On the bed, was an outfit. "We had a feeling this was kinda your vibe." Cam said. And he was right. "Alright, shoo. Get out. I'm gonna get dressed." I said, shooing him out of the room. He chuckled and left while I locked the door and got dressed.
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When I came back out to the living room, I smiled and Evan and Cam and did a little spin. "Hell yeah, girlie! You're gonna steal the show." Evan said while Cam locked me in a headlock and messed up my hair. I laughed and tried pulling him off. Once I got him off, Evan came by my side and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Well, depressed dudes, let's hit the road." Evan said as we all walked to his car.
On the ride, I sat in the back, scrolling through my phone while Evan drove and Cam sat next to him in the front. "Where are you..." I hummed quietly. "And I'm so sorry." Evan sang back, smiling at me through the rearview mirror. I chuckled and smiled back.
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When we got to the venue, Evan handed me a mic and smiled. "You got this. I promise." I nodded and shook my arms out. When we walked onto the stage, the fans went absolutely crazy. We started with his newest song, 'Vendetta'.
Evan: "Are you happy yet? Now that you see my veins? And while the vultures pick out all my splattered remains... Will you forgive my debts? Do you think I could be saved? Or am I too far gone and all that's left is stains! It's what you wanted to be! You're a goddamn leech! I'll give you all the attention you need!~ Cause I've got a vendetta! And the only cure is this Beretta! I've got a fucking vendetta! And the only cure is this Beretta! To make you shut the fuck up!"
Y/N: "Loose lips there's too much talking! Fucking dead man walking! Line them up and let me drop them! Outline them all in chalk and... It's a simple thing, but it seems like I have to simplify! It doesn't mean a thing to me that you breathe or you are alive! You think I give a fuck that you wanna see the other side? A one-way trip to Heaven and I'll see you in the afterlife! It's fucking TX2 and he's leaving em crucified! Say hello to my beretta cuz I got a vendetta!"
Both: "And the only cure is this BerettaI've got a fucking vendetta! And the only cure is this Beretta! To make you shut the fuck up!"
"Also, if I have to hear TX2 talk about "goth dommy mommies" one more time, I'll shoot myself."
Both: "DO IT! FUCK YOU! Cause I've got a vendetta!"
The audience all sang with us and cheered. As they all cheered, Evan grabbed me by the waist and hugged me. "Good job." He whispered.
