where truth and fiction meet // buckin

two

omg guys idk how you felt about chapter one bUt buckin: its so hOT AND I CANT STOP MYSELF IT JUST HAS TO HAPPEN YOULL SEE LATER ON I CANT TELL YOU ASFGHKSJAEPWI. okay that's over and im back to normal SO HERES CHAPTER 2😝

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Chris' POV
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I had a date tonight. Jonny insisted on it and I couldn't resist being seen by a girl. I haven't been this excited since the release of Parachutes.

I swung by her house, and picked her up. We went to an ice cream parlor.

"You look, uh, pretty tonight love." I said and she blushed. I took a bite from my bowl of ice cream.

"Thanks Chris, you look so—cool." she says, making me feel like she has no interest. Yet again, my hopes for having a good night were completely destroyed.

I pretended I had interest, making small talk and complimenting little aspects about her. She said one positive thing towards me: that I had the most gorgeous eyes she'd ever seen. It brought the hope back, but suddenly died down after she faked a phone call just to get out of spending another second with me. She ditched me, because her 'dad needed her home'.

I sat there by myself and I felt so alone. I decided to go home.

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I reached my house and I opened the door hurriedly, causing the house keys to fall. I bent down to get them and took a deep breath. After I felt some sense of relief for finally being home where I belong, I opened the door with ease. I walked to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.

I stare forward and see a man. A man who longs for a feeling of comfort. Someone who is alone during a concert with thousands of people that support me. I'm staring at someone I don't know anymore. And it's driving me insane.

I didn't want to believe my subconscious thoughts, so I bent down to turn the hot water on. I splashed it in my face and scrubbed my eyes. Raising up to the mirror once more, I saw the same person. Why was I so lost?

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Jonny's POV
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I couldn't stop thinking of him and if he had a good enough date tonight with Jamie. I decided to stop by and see him again to just talk about current events; just everything.

I knocked on the door and he answered it a little later than expected.

"Come in," he sighed and looked dreary. He had watery eyes and his hair was a mess.

"You, uh—you okay?" I asked, worry behind my voice. He flopped on the couch and just crumbled apart. His hands covering his face as he cried, and I knew he just needed someone. I sat down next to him and patted him on the back.

"Jonny, I can't take it—lets just forget shit tonight and get us a drink from the cabinet," he says, and I don't want to deny it. Maybe he just needs to let this day go, and let loose.

I grab us the cups and pour what he has in his cup and just regular Pepsi in mine after I add ice in them. I handed him his glass and he drank it quickly.

An hour and a half later, he then grabbed his notebook and pen. "What are you working on?" I question him. He's got me baffled and curious about him. He tells me he's working on a song called 'Fix You', and he shows me some lyrics he has so far.

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Could it be worse?

I read them and I feel sorry for him.

"Is this what you feel like, Chris?" I ask, feeling the pain of his words through lyrics.

"Actually it quite is. Have you ever just wanted to die? I have. Recently. I just want to fucking go away."

"You can't do that. We need you. Your family needs you. I need you."

"Jonny, man, look at me! I'm a complete mess! I don't know who I've become and it's not getting any better! I just want to be happy. That's all I want."

He stared me right in the face, and I had my eyes fixed on him as well. My heart was beating so fast. I didn't know if I was straight anymore at that particular moment, because I was just so in love with him. I wanted to—I don't know—kiss him? It sounds weird. But he wants to be happy and I want to help.