I sigh for what seems like the 20th time in the past 20 minutes. Fucking hell, it's annoying but I can't control it.
"Dude, what the fuck?!" Ash asks throwing a pick at me. I roll my eyes feeling my headache grow.
"I just fucking miss her right now, okay?!" I say staring at the ceiling.
"It's your fucking fault you dick face." Jake spits at me.
"I fucking know! Don't tell me shit I don't already know! I've known this for the past two years! You don't think I know that I messed up?! You don't think that I miss her laying beside me every fucking day! No whore could replace her! I can't fucking change jack shit about it!" I growl out getting more angry by the second.
"Calm down, dude. We know you miss her and that you regret it but you don't need to take it out on us." CC says sounding probably like the most sane one here right now.
"Well sorry for getting a little upset at the fact that my band stll is mad at me for something I feel shitty about."I groan out.
"Go take a smoke break, Andy. You need to chill." Jinxx says making me roll my eyes.
"Fine, I don't know how long I'll be." I mumble out and roll off the couch. I make my way oustide of the building that we're supposed to be recording another album in.
I pull my pack out and grab one cigarette sticking it between my lips. I light it and start walking around every know and then taking a drag.
I end up walking down the main strip of LA. I take another drag feeling the smoke fill up my lungs. The smoke makes its way slowly out of my mouth as if it where in slow motion. Thank you nicotine, you might be the death of me but god damn you feel so good and calm me down. The small bands playing in front of the small shops, the lights hanging from tree to tree, and the taste of this cig helps me escape the never ending heart brake of Serenade Hale. Even after two fucking years, I miss her like nothing else. I'm such a god damn idiot, I cant belive I let myself post that fucked up tweet. I don't know if that precious girl I destroyed is alive or dead but I can only hope she's still alive. I'd kill to see her smiling face again, I'd kill to hold her once more. Fucking hell I'd give up my career just to see her again.
"What the fuck, dude?" A voice says dragging me out of my fucked up thoughts and putting me back in the terrible reality.
"Sorry," I mumble helping the stranger up, stomping out the cigarette in the proccess.
The person looks up revealing a girl. Her face seems to go a whiter shade then it was before as she looks at me. Probably just another fan, oh boy. To be honest though, she is literally stunning. She has like a mint green hair while her roots are showing a brown color. It goes down a bit past her shoudlers. Her arm is filled with beautiful tattoos oh different types of skulls and words, not sure what they are, and other things. The beauty is also very skinny, her collar bones stick out being very distinct while she also has a big thigh gap.
"Do I know you?" I ask the girl, she actually looks quite familiar.
"Uh, probably not, highly doubt it. I have to go, my boyfriend is waiting." She says in a voice that is sounding oh so familiar the more she speaks. She walks away quickly, I swear to god I know that fucking voice and face. She walks up to a guy that looks exactly like Chris Motionless. fuck it is Chris Motionless. Ghost is standing with them also.
Wait, that girl.
It hits me like a brick in the face, like someone was basically screaming it at me, its Serenade.
I qickly make my way over to the group that she's standing with just to see the girl that I once loved, or still do love. Why didn't she say anything? Oh that's fucking right, the last time she saw me I was making out with someone and the last thing she probably saw from me was that stupid as hell tweet.
