The Road (Sequel to 'The Way We Were') [Denis Stoff, Denis Shaforostov, Asking Alexandria]

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Vivian-
As I drove home that night I couldn't stop thinking about Denis.

Despite seeing photos of him everywhere, seeing him in person took me by surprise. He looked different. A good different. His hair was no longer spikey and messy, instead it was long and fell down, swooping across his forehead. He seemed a bit more muscular now instead of the lanky skinny boy he was in high school. And his face. His face was even different. His jawline was strong and he looked a lot more manly.

He stared at me as if he was so happy to see me, but the whole interaction was awkward, my fears were true. I wanted to just jump into his arms again. Even six years later.

I pulled into the driveway of my house and entered my kitchen with a sigh.

I had so much to do tonight but my interaction with Denis had shaken me up.

I quickly changed into more comfortable clothes and cooked myself a meal and poured a glass of wine. I needed it after a day like today.

He was so different, yet so similar to how he used to be.

My mind was going crazy just thinking about everything, but I knew only one thing was certain.

I was excited about seeing Denis next week.

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Denis-

"So what's the prognosis?" James asked as we walked into the bus.

"Vivian gave me twelve stitches and I have a concussion. No shows, practice, or television for a week until she checks up on me." I explained.

"That's a lot of stitches.....wait, Vivian?" Sam looked shocked.

I nodded.

"She works at the hospital now as a doctor."

"Oh god." They all groaned.

"You were just starting to get over her." Cameron sighed.

"I will never get over her." I muttered, sitting down as the bus began moving.

"So what was she like?" Maddie asked.

Maddie had been just as hurt as me when Vivian cut off contact, they were best friends and Vivian just killed that.

"She was beautiful. Professional looking, but even more beautiful. She was very quiet, and very good at her work."

"Did you guys talk about what happened?" Sam asked.

I shook my head.

"She said it wasn't the place or time to talk."

"So are you going to meet her somewhere to talk or something? Or was that it?" James asked.

"I'm going back next week to get my stitches out. Maybe I can find out about that stupid boyfriend." I huffed angrily.

"Boyfriend?" They all gasped.

I nodded.

"He looked like a preppy boy who plays golf at country clubs." I rolled my eyes.

"Really? Well I guess that suits her, she never really did have crushes on the bad boys in school." Maddie shrugged.

I raised my eyebrow.

"Except for you of course."  She backtracked.

"Good recovery." I chuckled.

The bus stopped and we all got up.

It dropped us at Ben's house since Cam, Sam, and James rented houses next door.

I lived around the block, I always walked to my house so it didn't bother me.

I waved goodbye to everybody, walking to my place as I let my thoughts wander.

What did she think of me now?

She said I was being an idiot on stage.

Did she think I was an idiot?

Had she kept up with the band at all?

Had she kept up with me at all?

Did our interaction today make as much of an impact on her as it did on me? I hope so.

I entered my house with a groan. My head killed.

I looked at the instructions on the bottle and saw that I could take two more pills to cure the ache.

So that's exactly what I did.

I walked to the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror to look at my stitches.

I ran my hand over them lightly, smiling.

If you had told me I would be happy to have stitches I would have said you were crazy.

I was smiling because they were a reminder of Vivian. A sign that I would see her soon again.

I looked at them and they looked perfect. Neat.

She had steady hands. She always did.

That's one of my favorite things about her. She was always strong and steady, no matter what challenge life threw her way.

I sighed, quickly showering and then changing into some shorts to sleep in.

This week would be hell waiting to go back and see Vivian.

But who the hell was that guy?

How had they met?

What did she see in him?

Did she still love me?

Only time would tell.

I crawled into bed, falling asleep, thinking of my childhood love.

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A/N: So this was a shorter chapter, but I had to show you all their thoughts. I hoped you all liked it!