Kiss of Death- Dave Mustaine Fanfiction

Feeling Like Someone in Love

Sometimes the things I do astound me
Mostly whenever you're around me
Lately
I seem to walk as though I have wings
Bump into things
Like someone in love
Each time I look at you I'm limp as a glove
And feeling like someone in love - Björk

It was a small indie movie name The Evil Dead. It was a horror flick and a bit low budget. Because of this no stunt doubles were used and the lead to some on camera injuries like concussions and the like. However, nothing was as exciting as working on your first movie. The other actors were quite kind and so was the director, who showed a lot of talent despite being rather new to directing and despite the lack of funds.
I have to admit that despite all the things working against me and the rest of the cast it was still a lot of fun. Plus between you and me it was funny to see Bruce Campbell get slammed into a wall and see him grab his head in pain. It was great working on it for six months.
However, while I was coming home sweaty and dirties every night after days of daily shooting you were either around your new band mates or writing lyrics or instrumentals. You considered them to be your new family. It was nice to see you around other people and just have you not get instantly aggravated. Plus you told me that being with them felt like being with your extended family. They were like brothers to you. I have even caught you with them shooting the breeze and just talking about random shit and what not. You finally had real friends you could relate to. We didn't really have any friends in high school. They were just a bunch of weird outcasts just like you were, and that made me happy.
However, while all of this was good I noticed you began to drink much more heavily. You drank like a fish. Alcohol was like water to you. You downed liquor so quickly now it was unbelievable. But I decided to not intervene. You were in control of your drinking whenever I was around you, and you never lashed out(at least when I was around). Plus, I wasn't any of my business anyway. You were an adult. You should know how to handle yourself. I thought I didn't have to worry about you. Sure you drank and got stoned, but it was never anything really serious or big for me. I engaged in the same shit you were doing to. I'd be a hypocrite to judge you.
Work seemed to consume our lives. I was always on the set and you were always with your band. We never necessarily got the chance to just sit back, relax, or have a moment to ourselves. We were workaholics. So much so that it was a luxury to even be around each other since we were always preoccupied with something. However, I remember walking home one night. It was a hot August day in Los Angeles. It was just a regular day. I was wrapping up shooting with The Evil Dead, and I figured you would still be at James' and the other guys' apartment like you usually were.
I dug through my old  bag in an attempt to find the keys. However, half way through I just gave up and decided to just jiggle the doorknob in a bad attempt to try and open it. But to my surprise the door was already open. Immediately I began to panic. We didn't necessarily live in the best part of LA so I thought that someone broke in. I always locked the door and so did you. I started to panic wondering to myself what the hell I was suppose to do. I can't call the police because the phone is in the kitchen. The neighbors don't particularly like us so I couldn't rely on them for calling the police for me. And I couldn't get in contact with you at the moment so that was of no use. I also owned no pepper spray or had a chance at defending myself. 'Fuck it.' I said to myself. 'I'll just charge in and figure it out from there.'
However to my surprise as I marched in to my shock none of the lights were on, the candles were dimly lit, and there were no signs of anything being stolen or the apartment being broken into. 'What the hell?'
I stiffly inches I'm still not sure of my surroundings. However, me not being as aware of my surroundings and being easily spooked I didn't noticed you sneak up from behind me until I felt you strong arms wrapped around my middle and pick me up in the air. I squealed in both shock and delight as I was greeted with your face which was so faintly illuminated in the candle light.
"Happy Anniversary, Pam." You mumbles softly into my blonde hair as you spun me around our living room. I didn't know whether to blush or cry. I wanted to blush because you remembered despite us being completely and totally dedicated to our work. However, on the other hand I wanted to cry because I have forgotten all about it.
"Oh Dave!" I cried out starting to get all teary eyed. "You didn't have to! Really!" I exclaimed.
You put me down and gazed more heavily into my sapphire eyes. "You want me to forget when I met you Pamina? Are you serious?" You stated joking. "I love you too much to do that." You told me seriously.
'Damn!' I thought to myself. 'Way to make me seem like even more of an inconsiderate asshole.'
"Davey!" I exclaimed. "You put in all this effort for me, but I did nothing for you!" I cried.
You looked at me confusingly as I continued and rant and ramble on about how I was such a terrible girlfriend for not remembering that today way the day we met and so on and so forth. I would've kept going, but you quickly and effectively shushed me by quickly and firmly grabbing me by my chin, leaning down, and placing an unyielding yet still tender kiss upon my lips.
"Will you shut up and let me be a good boyfriend." You jested all too seriously as you pulled away.  That night you whisked me away to our small bedroom. When I walked next to you I felt like I had wings. We bumped into some of our future since we were both drunk in love, and weren't able to think or see straight because of how  concentrated and focused on each other we were. Once on the bed you made me feel as limp as a glove with all the love you physically expressed and showed me. Mostly whenever you were around me I was feeling like someone in love.