It's been a few months since I've physically seen my best friend. On one hand, he seems to be having a blast touring overseas, but on the other, he seems to be completely unaware of how much I miss him. I sleep on his bed at night with his t-shirts...it feels like trying to get over an ex who left you in pieces. All the phone calls, texts, and Skype calls are great, but they're not the same. I wish he was closer, but who am I to pull him away? My laptop lit up and the familiar sound of a Skype call coming in filled the room. I answered and was greeted by a familiar face. "Hi."I said. "(Y/N), I really miss you. Come to Germany?" I kind of laughed. "I dunno about going to Germany. I don't speak German. Maybe come back to LA?" "Not for a few weeks. The US tour won't kick off just yet." I noticed he appeared to be a bit hammered. "So I take it German beer is as good as its made out to be." I said, smugly. "It's better. I can't remember the last time I've drank this much beer....fuck the liquor, I just want the beers." I laughed. He turned his head a bit, and spoke to someone, revealing what appeared to be fresh hickies. "Oh nice, looks like you've been busy." He turned back to me. "Very." he replied. "This is better than what I expected, but I can't wait to get back to my usual life. I can't do this forever, it's too much work." I laughed. "Okay, rock star." I replied. "Just don't forget about us little people while you're away." he scowled. "Like I have." he replied. "How many times a day do you hear from me?" I blushed. "At least 5." I said, quietly. "Right. I haven't forgotten about you, don't ever think I will." I heard the distinct sound of high heels on tile. Whoever was standing beside Dark got his undivided attention pretty quickly. "Demon?" she asked. My eyes widened. "It's just a nickname." he said. "What, (y/n), you don't think I'm a real demon do you?" he winked, and his female companion who was still out of my field of vision laughed. For a split second, he looked a bit nervous, but he went back to looking relaxed. I typed a message. You are walking on one THIN ASS LINE. His eyes shot down and he read it, looking up at me, with hints of concern. He quickly hammered a response of his own. You are walking on my last nerve ;) try to relax. I'm fine. This is fine. I wanted to believe that, but something told me his very...accurate nickname was going to lead to an awful lot of bloodshed before his little stint as a rock star was over with. We chatted a bit about life until a thin pair of black panties hit him in the head, followed by a bright red bra. He looked over at whoever was spending some time with him in whatever ritzy hotel he was holed up in for the night. "So...I've got something to deal with...catch you in the morning?" I rolled my eyes. "Go. Have fun." I said, waving him off. "Bye (y/n)." he sang, giving me a little wave. I ended the call and silently wished I was spending that kind of time with him. It's been weeks since I've been...attended to, and I never realized just how much I loved our little encounters until they stopped.
I woke up to another Skype call from Dark. I answered it and he looked like a wreck. "Are you okay?"I asked, concern echoing in my voice. "I'm great. Just peachy..." he said, icing his head. His shirtless body was coated in deep scratches and he looked a bit hungover. "Last night was a mixture of too much beer and excessive physical activity. Give me about 2 hours and I'll be good as new." It'd take me days to recover if I got as fucked up as him. "So...what's the weather like?" he asked, trying to start a conversation. "Sunny." I replied. "Alright...how's the kitty?" "Sleeping." I replied. "(Y/N), what's wrong?" he asked. "I just miss you is all." He frowned. "I miss you too. I promise time will fly by. I'll be back in the States in no time. Just a few weeks...two and a half to be exact." That seemed years away. "We'll have so much fun...and if you think I haven't been collecting souvenirs for you from all these places I've been, you're wrong. I've got a whole suitcase full of stuff with your name on it." I cracked a half smile. "That's very thoughtful of you, Dark."I replied. "Don't say I don't think of you. I do. A lot." I felt a bit better hearing that. "Check it out." he tilted his computer, revealing a crew of sleeping women beside him. I held in a laugh. "Record?" I asked. "Kind of. Each one is from a different country." "So you've had more than 5 at once before?" I asked. "Duh." he replied. "Who hasn't?" I raised an eyebrow. "Most." I replied. "Their loss. Anyway, it's actually late afternoon here. I'm on in a few hours. Let me shoo these bitches and get ready. I'll text you when I'm done." "Alright, Dark. Have fun." I replied. I signed off and looked at the clock. It wasn't even 7 yet. I decided to go back to sleep. I text Mark as much as possible and spent time watching TV. I woke up just in time to read a text from Dark telling me the show was about to start. Seemed funny since it wasn't even noon yet here. I signed into Skype and he perched me right in front of the stage. Perfect seats.I stared at the screen watching this up and coming band tear the stage up. The more I watched Dark, the more I realized that my best buddy is insanely talented with or without supernatural abilities. After the show I watched everyone leave, and Dark simply ended the Skype call without saying as much as goodnight to me. "You are such a fucking dick sometimes." I muttered, closing my laptop. "God, you of all people talking shit behind my back." I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Color me surprised. I never saw you as the type." I nearly tackled him to the floor in a bear hug. "You came back." I said, burying my face into his lightly sweat covered shirt. "Just for tonight for the time being. What? You think I was gonna leave you alone tonight after seeing you all sad faced?" I laughed. "I'm so glad you're here. I have missed you so much." I kissed him on the cheek, tasting sweat and hints of alcohol. "I need a shower." he said,dropping his guitar onto the bed and taking his shirt off. "You know, there's always room for you." he said, asking me with his eyes. "Of course." I replied, taking my own shirt off, walking by him. "Yeah, I've missed those a lot." he said, following me.
