My Psycho Life With Rockstars
~Part37~
I wake up to a guitar playing, the sweet hum of toxic valentine by all time low being played right outside my window. I climb out of my bed half asleep, stumbling over my dresser that's poking out just a bit. I move the curtains to the side to see someones shadow, surely holding a guitar in hand. I try to get a better look and see that it's Seth.
I rub my eyes fiercly, not trully believing what I'm seeing. My eyes have to be playing tricks on me but I know they're not. I walk slowly down the stairs, careful not to make any sound whats so ever. I feel someone behind me, I turn around to see a tired Chris. He whispers groggily "What are you doing up? You have a flight to catch in the morning" he yawns.
I shrug and say "I wanted to get some milk, I'm kinda thirsty." He nods and heads back to his room where the rest of the guys are. I quickly get down the stairs and move out the front door and close it quietly. I head over to where Seth is at and ask "What are you doing here?"
Seth hesitates, ignoring my question "I didn't expect you to come out here, aren't you cold?" I nod and feel the fresh cold air run down my neck. I shiver a bit and ask again "What are you doing here?"
Seth struggles to find the words he's looking for and his eyes daze off like his mind is somewhere else at the moment.
"Seth you there?" I snap my fingers in his face to snap him out of the daze he's in."Wha? Yah I'm here..." He says a bit off."I have some bad news Alice. I'm not sure how you're gonna take it" Seth says in cheer remorse.
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