Tiny Glowing Screens|Daniel.Seavey

All the things I've done- the killers.

Parts are gonna be cringy because I'm 15. It's inevitable.
I'm trying my best.

"Oh you really did mean it. Good, I'm glad. I'll have it graded by tomorrow and I'll let you know. Okay?" We both nodded. Johnny throwing his arm over my shoulder.

"You've gone an entire week with a detention. That has to be some kind of miracle." Johnny shook his head. "No I just haven't been caught doing anything stupid."

"Parks. Come on I have to get to work." Kissing both their cheeks, I ran off watching Tyler glaring at me. "We're music partners."

"Mhm. You got any songs you wanna preform? The stage is all yours tonight if you help me clean up on close." I hummed. "I'll make it up on the spot. Is it Friday? Usually tourists."

"Yeah so maybe play a couple songs they'll know in the mix." I let out a deep sigh. "I'll play sweet disposition and everybody will love it so much I'll become the youngest girl ever, to play Maddison square garden."

"Didn't Harry styles play that place." I scoffed. "Do not ever talk about him like he is less than. But also I'm younger than he was at the time so I'd still be better."

"Yeah you would. What songs are you gonna play? Dancey songs I'm guessing. You've got a thing for those kind of songs."

"I have songs to sing in my head. I don't need to make them up. Sex on fire, from the ritz to the rubble, sweet disposition, love me like you, you get what you give, I don't care if you're contagious, waste a moment, catch my breath and finally— bigger boys and stolen sweetheart."

"Not as many as usual. Why?" I shrugged. "I ran out of songs to say." Jumping up onto the stage. I started to obnoxiously smack the drums, not a single thing was heard but I was still somehow making it sound a little decent.

I moved on quickly, the look of relief on their faces was thrilling to me. So I moved on to the guitar. Playing whatever riff I could think make up.

Somehow I'd gotten to crazy train. I'm not sure why it keeps happening but it didn't last very long. It wasn't even the full song it was just that first three seconds. "Imogene!"

"What!?" Clark hands me a small paper. A little dog drawn with x's over the eyes. "This was ok your locker."

"That's actually the most American thing I've ever seen. Who the fuck uses the word skank? The fact that she went out of her way to do this is crazy."

"How do you know it was a girl?" He asked, I push the guitar behind my back, moving toward the drums. "No boy would ever think to say skank, their go to word is bitch or whore. Also the writing, the s' are too neat."

"Who do you think it was?" I shrugged, trying not to get upset over it because it was pretty stupid. I mean it's childish and it just feels so one sided.

I can't get upset over something this stupid. "What is it?" Tyler takes it from me, balling it up and throwing it. "Fucking stupid. What did Charlie say about it?"

"He's checking the cameras." It was something to do with the boys, I know it. Because I can't just have friends apparently. They must be sharing me because I'm a girl. "Tyler!"

They'd both ran off. I didn't really know if I should've followed, I'm not sure I really expected a fight. But that's what I walked in on.

My heart started pounding. Every couple seconds I'd have this weird flashback with the bell ringing down my ears. The man dead on the floor with my dad still fighting.

It wasn't like this here because they'd both thrown punches. But it was all I could think about. What of it gets to that point? What if that's how it ends? What if they both take it too far.

It took Tyler, Charlie and Clark to get Daniel off him. I was completely useless in this situation. By the time i got out of the little trance I was in, everybody was gone.

I was just stood there, staring at the floor with the image of my father stood over a dead man while smiling. "Parks. Did you hear anything I said?"

"Sorry." Tyler brushes the hair from my face. "No need to be sorry. Just wondering if you could maybe talk to Daniel. He's refusing to let us stitch him up."

I'm not sure why it had taken me half a minute to respond. "I can stitch him up."

"Are you okay? You're pale." I took a couple steps back. Turning away as I nodded. "He was talking shit and I was fucking sick of it. It wasn't a personal thing that it just happened to be outside his fucking bar. Stupid bitch just ran that way."

"Why were you fighting him? What did he say?" Clark asked as I moved the seat in front of Daniel. "Doesn't matter." They did all eventually leave him be.

It took him a few minutes to start talking but I wasn't really in the mood for a conversation anyway so I didn't really mind. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine why?" I moved my chair closer, moving his head to the side. "You saw the drawings. Can't have felt good."

"Drawings? I saw one. I didn't know there was another." He nodded. "Yeah the other one just said, bitch. On it. Just really unoriginal."

"Why'd you start the fight?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't lie to me. "He was saying shit about you and it was pissing me off. Better me than Johnny cause he would've killed him."

"What?" I felt the smile on my hand, I know he means well but the idea of it just scares me. "Not kill, but he'd damage him to a point where it was irreversible."

"Oh." He moves my hands away carefully, looking at me with the same concern I felt for him. "You seem really out of it. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah I'm just trying to concentrate." I keep having to restrict my old scars because of how tight my arms end up. It's starting to hurt. "How are you stitching me up with a broken hand?"

"Magic." I had to be extra careful. He had a scar just near his eye already, so trying to keep a distance from that but also keeping the one below it clean and closed was a struggle. "Stay still."