the seminal's ; b.u | [ REWRITE IN PROGRESS ]

Chapter 5

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• Dani's POV •
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Packing was always a difficult thing for me to do, especially when I had only twenty minutes to pack. I wasn't really sure what I was doing. I honestly don't even know if I should follow through with this whole 'traveling with a guy you just met' thing. It all seems wrong and is moving too fast. Honestly, I'm probably not the only one he's invited onto his tour bus, thats why I decided to call Brendon and tell him that I didnt want to go. 

He asked why. Partially was because I didnt really know him, and the other half is my anxiety that continously creeps onto me. It stops me from doing things I want to do. I agree to go somewhere one second, and the next I'm calling off the agreement I had just made. So, I told him that I wasnt feeling well and that I didnt think being on a bus for multiple hours wouldnt help. 

Brendon was obviously not a good listener, because he still proceeded to show up to my empty house and pester me as to why I dont want to travel with him around half the world. 

"Why wont you go?" Brendon said, sounding like a little boy. 

'I'm just not feeling well." I said, attempting to shut the door on him, but his hand slammed on it fast enough for me not to shut it. 

"Dani, you and I both know that's not true." Behind Brendon was the van that Zach had previously hit Monica and I with at the concert. The windows were tinted, but since my street light shined threw at the perfect angle, I could make out all of The Seminal's faces. 

Brendon continued to stare at me. I knew I would have to give him an answer eventually because I knew damn well he wasnt leaving until he got a valid excuse, but on the otherhand he may not leave unless I go with him. 

"Fine," I said, raising my voice a bit higher, "I dont know you Brendon. Not only do I not know you. You dont know me," He blinked a few times, and looked around behind, instead of looking at me in the eyes. 

"You can't expect me to travel around half the world with you, without even knowing you." I took a deep breath out, and attempted to calm myself down before I made things worse in this situation.

"Youre right," Brendon said, taking me by suprise. "I dont expect you to come with me, but I figured that a girl who has no 'thrilling' life would actually enjoy traveling around the world with a band she hates, but enjoys the members company." 

Fuck. He had me there. Suprsingly, my life was thrilling at some point. My head was spinning, if you spun around in a circle multiple times, that's what it felt like smoking weed for the first time. My friends didnt do that good of a job at taking care of me, instead they laughed at me, making fun of every move I made. I ended up going to Monica's the same night for comfort. I felt terrible for using her, but she somehow managed to forgive me for smoking weed and hanging out with people that werent her. Lying was always a characteristic of mine, but with Monica, lying was too easy, she firmly believes that I don't do it anymore. 

I closed my eyes slowly, and breathed out. "I honesty hate to say youre right, but." Brendon cocked his head down, and raised his dark brown, overgrown eyebrows at me. "You are right," grinned at him. "I'll be out to the van in five minutes, just give me some time to gather up a few more items and I'll be out." Brendon had given me a toothless smile and walked out to the van to join the rest of his band. 

As I went upstairs to finish packing some final items, I called my parents to let them know where I would be for the next couple weeks, but instead I lied to them, stating that I was going on a college retreat with a couple of my professors and a few students. It seemed convicable enough for them to believe it, so I didn't question it. 

These next few weeks will be eventful, and I'm so curious as to how thrilling my life could possibly get.