🪬The Man With His Arms Around Me 🩻 |°~Dallon Weekes × Reader~°|

Caberesque 🎪

-The girl with the rat skull necklace- Your (best) friend 

  That man...
  The one with his arms around me.
  That'll be who he is to me.

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  The girl with the rat skull necklace invited me out to see a concert. She was my best friend. We've know each other for years.
  Sometimes we still used each other's names in secret...
  But now, we were in public, enjoying our concert: that band with a caberesque puppet style.
"I chimed in..." The singer sang, he wore a tophat, their guitarist had cool makeup. Me and my best friend sang out hearts out, we had managed to get close to the stage, right against the barricade! We both hope to catch a guitar pick or drumstick.
  That's when I felt it.
  Arms, on either side of my. They made me jump and shudder at first, the body attached to the arms not noticing, at first I thought it was the girl with the rat skull necklace.
  It wasn't. She was right next to me.
  The opening song ended and the singer in the tophat greeted the crowd.
  "Sorry about my arms, I didn't wanna get knocked around by the crowd." I heard a almost trans-atlantian voice chuckle out. I jumped again.
  "O-oh, it's fine! Hah-" I brush off the apology quickly.
  "Alright, mind if I stay like this for a while?" The voice asked again. I look back and was met with eyes the color of an ocean on a sunny day. This man was tall, leaned down so his face met mine. I nodded as quick as possible so we could refocus on the show, also to hide my starstruck expression. The man smiles and stands back up, singing along to whatever song had just started playing.
  The Man which his arms around me.
  The night went on smoothly, I talked to the man more, finding out that the band playing was his friends. I found that so cool. We swayed back and forth together- as close as dancing we could get to dancing in the crowded venue.
  Quicker than I wanted the concert ended. As people filed out the girl with the rat skull necklace and the man with his arms around me stayed and waited for the crowd to die down before we all left.
  "I could introduce you guys to the band." The man offers. Me and my friend enthusiastically take up this opportunity.
  We go backstage, getting to meet the singer in the tophat and the guitarist in the cool makeup. The singer seems cocky- I don't like him, but I like the guitarist. We get photos altogether, autographs, the whole package. I felt myself shaking from excitement and can't help but notice the man off to the side, watching me and my friend meet the band as if he was a proud father watching his kids achieve big goals in their lives. My stomach feels fuzzy and my cheeks warm as I see this, but brush it off as 'meeting the band jitters'.
  Soon, the guitarist and singer have to leave. We bid our farewells and parted ways. The man who had his arms around me earlier led me and my friend out.
  In the cold night our breaths look like smoke in the air. We all talk as me and my friend waited for a ride home. The man who had his arms around my waist seemed to stare at me an awful lot. As a dark car pulled up me and my friend had to say goodbye to this stranger who felt more like a friend. As the girl with the rat skull necklace got in the car, the man who had his arms around me hugged me, holding me in his arms once more.
  I got in the car and we drove off, when I got to my apartment I shared with my friend I tugged my shoes off and fell onto my bed, I heard a crinkle from my pocket. I pulled out the culprit of the noise- a small, neatly folded piece of paper.

   Stay in touch, person with the vibrant hair. -<3