Set Me Free

6. One VS Three

     "Damn, you must really miss me," Kyle laughed as I let him into my flat. "I didn't think you would've called so soon!"

     Neither did I.

     I sheepishly laughed before closing the door behind him.

"Actually it's about one of the new songs we've been writing and recording," I lied.

"Cool," Ky nodded and slumped down on my couch, not noticing the ball of brown fur snuggling in the corner of my living room, behind the television stand.

"I'll just wait for Wood and Will," I nervously stared at the deer, then at the door.

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The other two of Bastille came along within the last ten minutes, both of them just as confused as Kyle as to why I wanted them over only a mere day after returning to London from Norway. I made up some excuse by proposing that we release a new single to promote the third album. Although, the three of them seemed reluctant to believe it.

I knew the thing was sleeping in a tight ball of fur, but I didn't want to be overlooked as "that crazy guy touching air". Woody stared weirdly at me as I discreetly shuffled myself off the couch, pretending to grab my song writing book from the same corner where the deer was sleeping silently. I pretended to trip naturally, all while trying to pick up my book and bump into the sleeping mammal at the same time.

     "Dan!" Will chuckled at my clumsiness. "You okay there?"

     "Yep!" I sheepishly gave a thumbs up. "Don't worry about me!" I spoke awfully loudly.

     "Why are you yelling?" Kyle raised an eyebrow. "You don't have to yell."

     If only.

     "Why is it so noisy?!" I jumped back, startled at the sudden awaken creature. Holy shit! Did it have to do that?!

     "What the fuck?!" My mates screeched and huddled onto the same couch, leaving me standing right over the confused and surprised deer.

     "Stop screaming!" It scolded them like an elderly person. "I was trying to-"

     "DAN WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?!" Kyle's finger shook terrifyingly as he eyed the supernatural thing lying in the corner.

     "I was going to tell you that-"

     "Don't let it hurt us!" Will squeezed his eyes shut and bunched up into a tighter ball of fright.

     This is getting irritating. I rolled my eyes at my over-reacting band mates. This was just a fucking deer, and as far as I knew, young deer did not have a reputation for killing innocent human beings. But then again, I was pretty shocked myself when it decided to come into my room without warning. At least you didn't scream like a baby girl.

     "Calm down."

     All four of us flashed our eyes to the deer. I wasn't used to a deer bossing me around like this. Kyle was trembling fearfully, eyeing me, then the creature, then exchanging his worried expressions with Woody and Will, both of which were doing the exact same thing. Then there was me, having a mental conversation with the young male deer, both of us contemplating who should try and explain the story.

     "You wanna handle it?" It gave me a questioning look.

     I shrugged lighty. "Maybe we can tell our sides of the story?"

     The deer made a humanly nod to me before slowly standing up to walk closer to us.

     "Right," I turned back to the frightened members of Bastille. "You wanna hear my side of the story, or the deer's?" I crossed my arms and sat on the arm rest of the long couch.

     "Y-yours," the guys replied, still bearing wide eyes at the thing.

     "Well, remember the day at the field? By the cliffs near the sea?" My finger pushed my glasses up slightly before I fell silent and waited for a response from one of my mates.

     "Yeah..." Woody quietly nodded.

     "He wasn't lying about me," the thing spoke up. "I was there, and I was staring at him."

     "Why?" Kyle scrunched his face into a confused expression.

     "That answer's for another time..."

     "Just continue," Will ushered.

     So now they choose to hear me out.

     "So...during the show, Charlie and I both saw a blur of brown light, and you three thought we were crazy people-"

     "-they weren't going crazy either," it finished my sentence for me. "I was there."

     "But why?!" Woody suddenly lashed out and tried to grab the shocked thing.

     "Calm the fuck down!" I shouted at the drummer. "It-"

     "He."

     "He'll explain it later!"

     Woody backed down and grumbled something incoherantly before sulking into the cushion of the couch, glaring at the deer that stood tall at my chest height. By the looks of these three, they seemed to finally believe me about this strange creature.

     I finally won the arguement.