I'm in Australia and it's Valentine's Day here so let's not get into the whole "date" thing. I'm writing, I live in the future, fight me❤️
I hope you guys enjoy this little spam. I literally just finished writing so yeah. Make sure to comment and give me validation since I don't have a valentine!
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'Will you just trust me?'
Trust him? He was literally dragging me through an alleyway like some sort of psychopath. Of course, with his hand wrapped around my wrist, I couldn't oppose him.
Devin and I met in an incredibly odd day. It was January 13th, a Friday and I was wandering around the back of the Golden Arena after a heated Motionless In White concert. I was trying to find my way out of the venue, only to get lost. 'What're you doing here?' I suddenly heard an all-too familiar voice ask, almost forcing my head to turn in his direction. I felt my throat go dry as I sheepishly locked eyes with somebody who I had never met up-close before. Devin Sola, the cross-dressing basest with questionable religious views what would make a Christian mother cry. He was dressed in a clean, baggy black shirt and jeans which looked like they cut off blood circulation. His half green, half black hair was slightly visible under the dark brown towel that collected the beads of sweat still coating his scalp.
'S-Sorry! I-I'm really sorry! I got lost and I-I just- sorry!' I blurted, clutching onto my plain black shirt nervously. He let out an infamous, dark chuckle that admittedly concerned me.
'Sure, you got lost.'
'I-I did! Every exit here looks the same!'
'I know, I've played here over twenty times. Getting back to the problem, however, I think for the sake of your physical health that I escort you to the front gate. Young girls shouldn't be wandering around at night. The crescent moon hides the creatures of the night, after all.' Devin carefully held his hand out for me like he was asking for a dance.
'Y-You don't have to...I'd hate to be a bother...'
'If you were bothering me I'm pretty sure security would be taking your hand, not me.'
'I wasn't really...the coolest kid in school. Kids picked on me a lot but...listening to you guys just...I remember that they're infinite amount of ghosts in the air and at least one is trying to tell me it's okay...' I happily smiled, somewhat feeling like I was speaking to myself. Devin was beside me, out fingers intertwined platonically even after we stepped out of the venue. Neither of us said anything, we both forgot he was only supposed to walk me to the gate but before I knew it we were stepping down the street. He really was like a ghost. You'd forget he was there if it weren't for the cold, faintly pulsating flesh in your hand and black nails scraping over your skin.
'If there's an infinite amount of spirits than wouldn't there also be an infinite out of ghosts trying to comfort you?' That was something I loved about Devin. He wasn't a nice guy. He was, yet his unfiltered honesty and wittiness gave him the impression of a spoiled teenager.
'You dressed as a nazi once, shut up.' I joked, a cheeky grin growing on my face. His grip on my hand tightened for a moment before fading into a playful tug. 'But, honestly...it's nice to be reminded of the fact that someone remembers you or cares for you. No one ever stays true to (Y/n).'
'Don't you have friends? Family?' He asked, shifting a bit closer to me until our shoulders touched.
'My...my family died in a house fire when I was 8 and my friends are nonexistent. My adopted mother, Jolene is so intoxicated all the time she doesn't even know I'm her child. She thinks I'm her friend...This is the part where you tell me everything is going to be okay.'
'Get used to disappointment.' He didn't seem phased by my words, unlike everyone else I told. Most people were so desperate to know my story that I got used to them immediately telling me everything would be okay.
But things wouldn't get better and Devin was smarter than that.
'I'm not disappointed. I'm glad you didn't lie to me. You always were my favourite band member.' Devin seemed relatively surprised by my last sentence. I didn't want to know what was going on in his mind, only because it'd spoil the surprise.
'Why me?'
'I like how emotionless you try to be. You're always standing back, giving way to Chris or Ricky. You barely say anything in interviews, yet you have no problem talking to me. You're also incredibly egotistical which, though I hate egotism, you weren't always that way and I'm curious as to what changed.' I spoke honestly, beginning to see my house in the distance.
'You're fascinated by my act.'
'Obviously.'
