Words are Words (Dan Smith - Bastille Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

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Dear Diary,

A few days have passed since I met up with Nina the other day. She acted strange the whole time and I still have no idea why. Probably because of Kyle getting hit by Dan. Whatever. I mean, I don't know. About Dan.

I haven't spoke to him in a while and honestly I don't know if I want to again. He punched Kyle, that's not just something I can let go. I know me and Kyle don't really talk much but he's the boyfriend of one of my close friends, if not my best friend. I just, ugh I don't know if I have any friends at the moment. I feel like I can't talk to anyone about Jake..I mean I don't know what there is to talk about, really. I better go to work anyway.

Violet

I shut the pages of my diary and sighed as I looked in the mirror beside me. I placed the book on a table underneath, grabbing my keys and heading out.

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"Thankyou, your receipt is in the bag." I told the customer before handing them their purchase and turning my back, sorting out the money in the till and putting a few books to the side.

The day has been pretty boring, I haven't done much all day, apart from serving people in the store and helping Steve stack the shelves. He's been acting strange today, I couldn't tell why but I could sense something was up. Nina hasn't been in today at all either.

"Violet?"

I turned back to the front of the counter abruptly, my hair swishing round infront of my shoulder. I gasped when I saw who it was. I looked down for a brief moment, tapping my fingernails on the table as I glanced back up to see Dan's face again. Why was he here? He smiled and began to say something but I interrupted.

"Why did you punch Kyle?"

"What?" He asked cluelessly.

"You heard what I said." I snapped, looking directly at him as he fidgeted with a piece of paper he held in between his hands.

"Look..." He began, turning to the side before his body faced back to myself again. "Wait, how do you even know about this?"

"So it's true?!" I exclaimed, my voice getting louder. A old lady in the shop turned her head to look at me before walking out the shop. It was getting late.

"Well why else would you say it?" Dan sarcastically asked, the sides of his mouth curled downwards.

"It doesn't matter why or how I know..I just do."

"Why does it matter to you anyway?" Dan questioned as his gaze flickered back to myself.

I shrugged.

"Dan...I-"

"You know what?"

"What." I answered.

"I..you know...it doesn't even matter anymore. I came to give you this." He muttered as he aggressively threw whatever he was holding on the counter between us.

Before I knew it, he walked back out the door, shoving his hood up over his head as he walked out into the rain. I quickly ran around the counter to try and get to him, but he had already left. I sighed as I saw him run across the road through the raindrop stained window, not glancing back at all. A noise from behind caused me to turn around, rubbing my forehead as I did so and seeing Steve bring a large cardboard box in the room.

"You can probably head off now Violet, I'm just going to put these books on the shelves and lock up." He smiled, standing up and putting his hands on his hips, looking down into the box full of new books.

"Are you sure?" I asked, bending down to pick up the leaflet Dan had left me.

"Of course! No problem, you go out, go have fun."

I laughed along with Steve before agreeing, taking off my name badge and placing it in my bag. I took time to read the leaflet in my hand, turning it over and seeing familiar a photo of Dan, Kyle and two other guys.

'Bastille, the new indie rock band in town, play for one night only at The Groove on West street. Come along tonight to buy tickets and enjoy live music at 8pm.'

I couldn't help myself from letting out a small laugh at Dan's comment earlier about them not being 'indie rock'. However, my smile soon faded as I thought back to what we had just said to each other. It was all my fault. I couldn't go and see him live now, or could I? I didn't know what to do.

"See you later Steve." I muttered before grabbing my bag and leaving the store.

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