It felt like my insides were twisting and turning as I sat in between Kurt and Krist, who were sleeping soundly on the plane. I felt like I could never sleep again. Why did i do it?
It makes me disgusted that I enjoyed it. God, if I could take it back I would. The situation deteriorates; I think I love her. She makes me dizzy and intoxicated. I feel on fire with her.
I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped my jeans. "I thought I told you not to fuck up like that." Kurts voice whispered harshly. I didn't do anything expect hang my head.
He was enraged.
"I will fight for Julia until the end. Shes practically a sister to me. What would possess you to do something like that?" I didn't answer his question.
He shook his head, then clamped his eyes shut.
Kurts P.O.V
"Hello?" Julia's voice sounded incredibly weak and tired. "Jules? What's wrong with you?" She began coughing violently, but eventually calmed down. "I've got the flu. I feel nasty." I pursed my lips.
Talking on the phone with her made me feel ill myself, knowing what Dave did. "I'm sorry, I hope you get better." I said sympathetically. "Thanks kurt."
"Can I talk to Dave? I miss him." My heart sank. "Of course." I turned to Dave, motioning him over. His words seemed sweet and loving, not an utter of shame or sadness for what he did.
"Listen, I don't wanna be the one to tell her. You'll do that. I will if you don't soon." He rubbed his face and nodded.
Dave's P.O.V
The atmosphere between the band was stiff and tense. Kurt and krist hated my guys. Can't blame them. I'd hate me too.
Even as I hit the drums, I could only picture Rosie Sullivan in my mind. This can't be happening. I know I'm in love with Julia.
But I'm in love with Rosie too. I feel appalled with myself.
Im such a fucking pig
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everlong
Fanfiction'if anything could ever feel this real forever, if anything could ever be this good again.'
