Self Destruction Is Such A Pretty Little Thing // Brusnop

Blacklist

A/N: hey im really sorry i havent updated in four fucking months and its just because i dont have too many ideas and im kinda stuck, but i thought of something to keep the story going at least for now. Ive had a really shit week, consisting of my girlfriend of almost two years breaking up with me and having a lot of school work to do, so i decided to write because i hate real life. i'd rather just pretend what im writing is real yknow. Anyway, i know the title doesnt have anything to do with this chapter, i've just had that song stuck in my head all day so i called it that and yeah. sorry this story's really turning to shit. Thank you so much if youre still actually reading ily

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We stayed outside the theatre until the movie was over. What if we walked back in and they were making out again? They can't know we know. Well, according to Danny's plan they can't. Danny's plan is that we don't tell them we know, and then when they tell us, (if those bastards ever do), we'll do what they did. We'll get to say, "WE FUCKING KNEW DOUCHE BAGS!!!!" And they can't deny it because we have proof. We'll say, "WE SAW YOU MAKING OUT THAT TIME WE WERE AT THE CINEMA!!!!!" And then they'll just go, "Oh.. You got us..". It'll be perfect. Or, sometime when they're mad at one of us for something, we can turn it around to them. Completely change the conversation to them being fucking liars. We have it all figured out. 

When the movie was over, Cam and Sam walked out. At least they weren't holding hands or some shit. 

"Where were you guys?!" Sam asked, looking down at us sitting on the floor. 

 "We um.. The movie sucked. You were right. Should've listened." Danny lied, standing up. That movie's the shit and he knows it is. 

 "It actually wasn't that bad. Not bad enough to leave the theatre." Cam added, laughing at the end of his sentence.

 "How would you know? You weren't even watching the movie anyway," I said and rolled my eyes, instantly regretting it. shit shit shit. now he knows I know.

 Cam and Sam both gave me weird looks, Sam's with bit of fear in his eyes.

"I mean, you were probably thinking about something else, like, tour or something.." I corrected myself.

 "Or that shitty ass movie you were about to make us see." Danny added right after. Their looks softened and they laughed a little, kind of nervously. Wow they're making this too obvious.

---Danny's POV---

It was dark by the time we made it outside the cinema. A few weeks ago at this time of day, we'd without a doubt be at some bar getting wasted, looking for some girl who's willing to make out in the bathroom. Now I have a boyfriend. I'm not (or at least I don't think I am personally, which is an achievement) the same drunk asshole I was before. I actually have a reason besides the band to live. It feels nice. I smiled, watching Sam, Ben and Cam run around in the parking lot of the cinema, acting like they were ten. Better than watching them pass out on the floor of some other bands tour bus with a bottle of vodka in hand. Maybe it would be a good thing for Sam and Cameron (A/N: I'm now calling Cam by his full name because it Sam and Cam rhymes and that's weird to me) to be together openly. They would be happier that way. I don't know. The "new me" wants them to be happy. 

"UNLOCK THE CAR!" Ben yelled, shivering by the passenger door in his sleeveless shirt. I meant to tell him to wear a jacket earlier this morning.

"Maybe you should have worn a jacket, darling." I joked, picking up my pace toward the car and clicking the button to unlock it. Ben rolled his eyes, making sure I saw it when I got in.