The Record Store- Ryden

6

Brendon and I make our way over to the booth where Frank Iero and Gerard Way are sat. I have dreamed of this moment for years- even before I met Keltie.
I didn't ask Brendon how he knew them. Actually, now I think about it, I didn't ask Brendon anything. He could've been a serial killer luring me away to kill me. I trust people too easily. Keltie flashes across my mind but is almost instantly forgotten.
I beam as we sit down opposite my idols.
"Hey man!" Gerard smiles and gives Brendon a small wave.
"Hey," Brendon smiles back before introducing me, "This is Ryan."
"Hey, Ryan," Frank and Gee grin at me.
Fuck it. I already spoke to Brendon, so my whole 'silent' thing is already out the window.
"Hi," I grin back. Wow I am such a fanboy.
"I am a huge fan of your music!"
"Thats so cool. It's not often we meet fans-" Frank begins.
"We're not really that popular." Gerard finishes.
"Yet," Brendon adds.
It's kinda adorable how they finish eachother's sentences.
Keltie and I never did that.
My smile falters, but thankfully nobody notices. They're talking without me.
"So, Brendon, The Whiskeys are playing soon, right?" Gee asks.
"Yeah, on Friday, I can't wait! Dallon's practically bouncing off the walls."
I look at Brendon. Who's Dallon? A boyfriend maybe? A brother? A friend?
"Dallon's my bandmate," he explains.
Oh. I sigh.
"Ryan, are you coming to see the show?" Frank asks me.
"Definately," I confirm.
"Great," Gee says, "We can go all together."
Okay so two days ago I was sat alone in my room, starving myself and now I'm going to concerts with my idols. Boy, this kid sure does have an effect of me.

~~~~~

Friday won't come quick enough. I spend the next two days lounging around my apartment. Spencer visits me, but only to check that I'm not dead, before rushing off to meet Linda. And that's okay. He definately deserves a break from me, I've been consuming all of his time lately, crying over Keltie- which, of course, is also understandable.
I also get a text from Brendon:
'youre in for a show on friday!'
Like I don't know that already.

~~~~~

I wake up to the sun shining gently through my window. I must have forgotten to close it last night.
"Morning, beautiful," I whisper to Keltie, "you want pancakes?"
She murmurs and nuzzles affectionately against my chest.
I smile as I get up to make her pancakes. I wish every morning could be like this.
Keltie's phone is buzzing like crazy when I walk into the kitchen. Somebody's texting her repeatedly. I look at the name: Pete
Her boss maybe? I decide to ask her over breakfast.
I trust Keltie, but I can't help that tiny feeling of jealousy building up inside me. I'm sure he's her boss.
The pancakes smell amazing, or at least, they must do, as they manage to lure Keltie out of our bedroom and into the kitchen. She grabs the best-looking ones and plonks them on a plate before drizzling them in golden syrup.
"Morning," I laugh as Keltie wolfs down her second pancake, "you hungry?"
She nods vigorously.
"Hey, I was wondering," I sit down opposite her, trying not to let my jealousy show.
"Yeah?" She says, finishing her mouthful of pancake before looking me in the eyes. It's almost as if she's scared or worried.
"Who's Pete?"
She looks down at her plate and is silent.
Oh, he's just my boss I desperately want her to say.
She doesn't.
"Keltie, who's Pete?"
Maybe she didn't hear me.
"I'm sorry, Ryan," she whispers.
"Sorry for what?" I laugh nervously.
Then I realise.
Oh God.
No no no this can't be happening.
Keltie loves me.
Doesn't she?
"I've been seeing him for a few weeks now. Ryan, I just don't love you. I never did. In all honesty, I just felt sorry for you."
I am silent.
I still can't believe it.
"Thanks for the pancakes, though," she adds.
"Get out," I whisper.
"What?"
"I said GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
I stand up and point towards the bedroom door, "get your shit and LEAVE."
By now, tears are streaming down my face. How? How could she care so little about breaking me? I am livid.
Keltie is busy packing her things in the bedroom.
A gleam catches my eye.
A knife. The one I used for my pancakes.
I grab it off the table and let my legs walk me towards the bedroom that is now tainted.
Keltie doesn't notice me walk in.
My knife is poised and before I know it-

~~~~~

I wake up in another puddle of sweat, tears running down my face. If I ever have another nightmare like that I will swear never to sleep again.

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{Yeesh that was a whopper. Sorry ive been away so long, i kinda wrote myself into a hole (i wrote smthing and didnt know how to progress from that) and also i lack motivation to do stuff BUT im working on it!!
Anywho its late & im tired af
Nite
From Cara}