The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

Chapter thirty-three.

• SEIZE THE DAY - AVENGED SEVENFOLD

2 DAYS

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Home. Fuck, I hate it so bad.

I was back at my place, after spending three nights at Tom's and sneaking out early in the morning since Charlotte was up, and Bill could hear the bed creaking at different times in the night. He told Tom to get me a gag. Thank you, Bill. How helpful you always are.

Once my key worked, I nudged the door open and set my shoes down with a small sigh. It smelt bad, and the floor was still warm from dad's party last night. You could tell from the man passed out in our lawn.

"Fucking running off from home. Where were you?" My father grumbled, slowly getting up from the couch and taking a swig from what was left of his beer.

"Out." I said simply. "Tom's."

"The black one?" My father muttered, his eyes flickering to my exposed cleavage. His gaze lingered from there.

Could he just look at my face? Once?

"What?" I sighed, shaking my head and stepping away. "No. If you had any interest in my life whatsoever, you'd know what he looked like." I mumbled, zipping up my jacket and going upstairs.

I stopped by Seb's room, peeking in. Him and Mario were sitting on his bed, phone in his hand with his expression completely blank.

"Hey," I knocked lightly on the doorframe. "I'm back." I muttered, hoping he would shred even a pang of surprise.

Seb's eyes flickered to me, and he his phone under his pillow before acting nonchalantly. "Didn't even notice you were gone."

I shifted awkwardly, sighing. "So, who are you on the phone to?--"

"None of your business. Go to your room." Seb stood up, approaching the door and closing it. I pushed myself off of the doorframe, breathing out softly and heading into my room.

Home sweet home I guess.

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"Tour? For how long?" My mother frowned. "Not that long, ma. It's nowhere soon, okay?" I re-assured her, Bill and I looking down at her as she sighed. "You guys just came back at the start of the year. I never see my boys anymore. Do you still visit Mandy?" She questioned.

Bill looked at me, crossing his arms. "Ja, Tom?"

I shifted, adjusting my jeans slightly and looking at Bill. "Halten Sie den Mund," I smirked, hitting his arm and facing mum. "Nope, haven't seen her around lately."

"Oh, well. I'd love to see her again. She could meet--"

"The family." Bill and I added on. "We know, ma. You've brought this up countless times. We need to go, alright? We'll call you." I sighed, watching her smile and nod before we headed out.

We had rehearsal in the studio. It wasn't long until we were releasing On The Edge, maybe a few months; less even. But there was only one person that came to my mind when I thought of the song.

Fuck, what am I even saying? It is about Mandy. It was perfectly portrayed as her. She just didn't know this.

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"Hey," I sighed, sitting down on the stool beside Georg and Gustav as I lifted my Guitar onto my lap. "What's up? We haven't seen you guys around much." Georg remarked.

"Nah, I just stay behind sometimes and Bill goes home. Who else will do the records other than you losers?" I smirked, watching Gustav snort. "Motherfucker," he called out.

"Wow, that's a low, Tom." Georg teased, looking at Bill as he sat down and adjusted the set infront of him to test the microphone infront of him. I glanced at the Tokio Hotel TV cameraman, raising an eyebrow.

"We're filming this?" I questioned. "Yeah, unplugged. I told you this last night."

"No, you didn't? I was up with Mandy I'm pretty sure I would remember." I furrowed my eyebrows, watching him roll his eyes. "Well you know now."

"Calm down, ladies. Let's just get this video over with, yeah?" Georg chimed in. I glanced at him, then down at my guitar once I had finished tuning it.