the stage is ours l.h.

1.8

song for this:Little Lion Den, Tonight Alive (it's the Punk Goes Pop version

song quote: wasted by fixing all the problems made in your own head

i turned around to face him, and gasped when i felt his mouth on mine.

butterflies flew into my stomach, my head started to lose all practical thinking, and soon after i kissed him back.

i managed to regain my train of thought and pulled away, backing up to lean on the wall.

"A-Andy," Luke began,"i-i'm sorry, alright! i'm sorry for all the shit you've been through a-and all that i've done. i want things between us to be ok, not history repeating itself. i'm such a idiot to think that you were just melodramatic, only in the music business for the fame, i'm sorry. please forgive me Andy. i really do want to be nice to you, i want to laugh with you, smile together at inside jokes that only we know. please." Luke was tearing up, his eyes getting puffy. 

my eyes were trained on the floor, feeling as if i could break the dam holding my tears if i looked anywhere different. 

"Andy, say something," he was standing in front of me, he lifted his hand to hold my chin. he used slight force to tilt my face up to see him. to see tears slowly running down his face, each one taking it's time to leave its trail.

i lifted my had to wipe them away and he let me hold his tear stained cheek.

"Luke," my broken voice whispered,"it's going to be hard, i know it will be. i'll trust you, i'm not saying it won't take time, but i'll try."

at the end of my words he lept forward and enclosed my small dainty body in a tight bear hug. i don't know why i thought it but my mind automatically started to register this as the right thing to do, the right person to hug. i didn't want comfort from Logan, Melanie or my own grandfather, but Luke.

we were stuck in that position for what felt like eternity and i was perfectly ok with staying there. i felt him slightly release and pull back, when he looked down at me his expression was the cutest, yes it was cute. he had the most dopiest smile that practically stretched ear to ear, he had eyes that were shinning with joy and a dimple was exposed.

"so...we cool?" 

"yeah, we are."

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it was the next day, strictly nineteen hours after the kiss, and also five minutes until performing in front of the thousands of people from San Antonio. Mel strummed her bass as we started.

(A/N sorry! ok i would listen to the song at the top because that's what they're sounding like right now!)

'Weep for yourself, my man,

You'll never be what is in your heart

Weep, little lion man,

You're not as brave as you were at the start

Rate yourself and rake yourself

Take all the courage you have left

And waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head

But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?

Didn't I, my...'

i screamed into the microphone, the familiar Mumford and Sons song turned punk echoed through the arena, Logan was wailing on guitar while i backed the sound up.