--Dylan's POV--
I woke up because a certain kitten was pawing at my face. He meowed as loudly as his tiny body could. I sat up and checked the time. 9:30. I stretched and cracked my neck. I stood up, bringing Socks up with me. I stood in the kitchen and fed him his milk. He would be able to eat solid food soon. After he was done, I got dressed. Nothing big today, a black t-shirt, denim shorts, and burgundy converse. I grabbed my phone and my bag, along with a package of Pop-Tarts on my way out. I left a note for Kellin, and headed out. I soon arrived where I wanted to. The practice rooms. I snuck in and looked into the biggest one. No one was there. Good. I quietly went in. I sat at the drums. After a second of thinking, I grabbed the sticks and started playing and singing Never Too Late by Three Days Grace.
This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
Who would have guessed it?
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late
It's never too late
I closed my eyes. I knew the drums well enough that I just knew where they were.
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
I didn't even notice the door quietly open and close.
No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It's not too late
It's never too late
I poured my heart into the lyrics. That's why my brother always loves my singing.
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
This song means so much to me. I felt the tears well up, but pushed them back.
The world we knew
Won't come back
The time we've lost
Can't get back
The life we had
Won't be ours again
This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
I play the drums with the fluidity and precision of a professional.
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late (It's never too late)
It's not too late
It's never too late
After it was over, I sat for a minute. It allowed for the sound to resonate before sighing and opening my eyes. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Andy standing there. He was leaning against a wall, arms crossed and smiling.
"How long have you been here?" I asked frantically. He shrugged.
"First chorus," he said. My eyes widened. I came here to sing alone.
"Why are you in here?" I sighed.
"I heard singing and came in to check it out. You're really good, you know that?" He said. I leaned over, elbows on my knees and face in my hands. I knew I would get the same fake praise again.
"No, I'm not." I said through my hands. I heard footsteps. A second later, Andy put a finger under my chin and lifted my face up to look at him. I stared into his piercing blue eyes. He was crouched in front of me.
"I'm not lying to you, Dylan. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking everyone just gives you this praise because they have to or want to be nice to you. But believe me, I am saying this very sincerely. You are an amazing singer, and drummer at that." I could feel tears welling up. How could he read me so easily? I nodded slowly. His eyes flicked to my lip ring, but quickly back up to my own deep brown eyes. He stood up, pulling me up with him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground. I put mine around his shoulders, and buried my face into the crook of his neck.
"Thank you," I quietly squeaked out. Andy set me down, holding on to my shoulders. I gripped his wrists as his eyes scanned my face. His hands moved up to my face, and he wiped away the stray tears falling down my cheeks. Before I could even think, he pulled my in and softly placed his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and kissed back slowly.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing to my sister?!"
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Sempiternal
Fanfiction19 year old Dylan is the sister of Oliver Sykes of Bring Me the Horizon. For the first time, Oli brings her to Warped Tour with his band, and she's stoked. She can finally have a summer of fun with her big brother and his band- with a few twists in...
