where truth and fiction meet // buckin

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Chris' POV
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I stared at the blank wall; feelings of hopelessness and that I'm unimportant entered the depths of my mind again. I flipped the channel on the TV to some reality TV show. There was these people who were—rather happy. It's scripted, I know, but they just look so vulnerable and interesting. It looks like they have a valid reason to be important to people. They have the right qualities everybody looks for: they're funny, talkative, interesting, attractive, or even smart in some specific cases. I'm just boring. I have no good techniques other than writing and singing songs. Music is my life and I want to find somebody that appreciates just that. The only reason I still have a want to live—is my music and band. I wish I could have another ability so my life doesn't bore anybody as bad as I feel it does.

I stopped thinking all of the sudden because I heard the familiar sound of my doorbell. Walking up to get it, I pulled the sleeve of my long sleeve shirt down to cover the harming I've done to my skin this morning. I feel like I don't matter anymore, so doing that gives me a sense of false hope somehow.
I opened the door and I saw Will.

"Hey, what's up? I texted you several times and to my response you've never answered." Will said, making me feel bad for not answering him.

"Sorry, I was just writing lyrics to this new song," I replied, halfway telling the truth. I was scribbling names of songs that might have potential down on my notebook, but that took place maybe two hours ago. I just didn't feel up to talk to anyone. Especially then, since I felt really low.

Will sent a nodding-like gesture to me, brushed past me, and invited himself in. He took a seat on the couch and grabbed the notebook on the coffee table and started reading my ideas.

"This song, 'Fix You', sounds like our next record, Chris. We should get in the studio with this one soon," he suggested as I sat down next to him.

"I know; I was planning on telling you when you lot got here tomorrow. It sounds like a hit. You and the others need to work some lyrics to fit in the chorus because I had some trouble with it honestly." I explained as he started to grab the pen. He started circling some song names that could be a track on the record.

*The Next Day*

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Guy's POV
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We all were dressed and on the way to the third to last concert. I was quite nervous, because Phil told us to keep an eye on Chris. He said Chris is really depressed and needs people to possibly get him in a positive state. Since we had a couple hours till the concert, I decided to have Phil drive us to Krispy Kream, one of Chris' favourite places to snack at. We know from experience.

We all get out of the car and Chris stays in the backseat. "We're getting donuts and they're about to close! Chris hurry," Jonny explains.

Chris shook his head, "I'm not that hungry right now." Phil opens the door and sort of made him get out. We all walked to the door, along with Chris, as he finally gave into his offers.

I ordered my all time favourite flavour and so did the others. We started to eat and then we saw Chris playing one of those shitty games that come with those generic phones, and totally ignoring his food in front of him. Phil tried to make the air more lighter.

"So are you guys, I dunno, working on the new album yet?"

"I have a little, but we still have years to come to make this record better than our last two." Chris spoke, and we were shocked he even opened his mouth. He answered the question as if he were in an interview. I nodded my head to his answer, and I had an impressive expression on my face.

"He has a really good song to be the first single on it. It would smash billboards I would think," Will speaks.

Chris starts humming the familiar tune of "Politik", our song from our current album of this time. It makes us all feel at home, his voice does.

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Jonny's POV
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Hours pass and we're breaking it down to "In My Place". Chris is singing and he's so into it. Although I'm straight, he was quite attractive tonight. All the girls were so in love with his voice, as am I secretly. I envy him. He has everything everyone wants. Talent, comedic skills, a musical genius, and just amazing. I don't know how he can be depressed.

I think he's just lonely. I might need to fix him up with a girl I know.

*Two Days Later*

My friend, Jamie, agreed to go on a date with Chris. He did too. Like as soon as I asked him. Their date was set up for seven o'clock tomorrow night and he was 'anticipated' to charm her. I was jealous of it. I'm straight, but I just know if I were a girl, I'd treat him with so much value and trust; nothing about him would I find a flaw in.