Nobody's Home (Dahvie Vanitys fan fiction)

Peasants and Colts

Sia's. P.O.V

"Kid, put the gun away. You don't want to accidentally shoot someone."

That was an insult really. First off, I'm a very good shooter. Second, the safety bottom was still on. 

Still. Embarrassment took over, I mean I had thought of one of my idols as a creep, insulted him - just in my mind, but still- and almost shot him.

"I'm s-sorry"

My eyes seeked the ground as I put the weapon back in my hoodie pocket. Warmth rushed to my cheeks, it was every dark tho, so I believe he never saw it. Thank Satan.

Jayy came closer to me, he stood in front of the bench I was sitting on. I looked up at him, his facial expression more calm now that he wasn't in danger of being shot.

"Why would you walk around with a gun anyway Kid?"

I looked at him like he was stupid. Was he serious? Urg.

"Um... I'm sleeping on the street. Ever heard of rapists and childmolesters? Dude the gun is for protection obviously"

"Right..." He scratched the back of his neck and looked at the ground in a nervous manner. "Well Dahvie-" He pointed back at the car witch was almost invincible in the dark of the night- "And I saw you and we kinda figured you were a fan. Um.. and you kinda looked like a runaway I guess?" 

Why in the living fuck was he so nervous? Jesus, its not like I would pull out the gun and kill him.

" Yeah I ran away from home, didn't feel like dealing with my 'family' anymore. Its not like they are gonna be missing me or anything." I shrugged.

I looked up at Jayy, his eyes held concern. He stared for a minute then shook his head, as if he pulled himself outta a train of thought.

"Point is that neither of us would want you to be alone, in this place. People around here is fucked up. You could easily get killed. Come with us?" 

He stretched his hand towards me.