It's been eight days without any words between Daniel or Remington. Eight days of purposely avoiding each other, more than a week of longing glances that the other will never see, millions of words to say that never seem right. Dan needed to say something, but he couldn't find anything. Remington needed to say something, but the thousands of speeches he'd made in his mind never seemed correct. Even on stage, everything seemed wrong. The usual synch they had was off, but it only sounded off to the singer and the bassist. Everyone else played the part of oblivious because they didn't understand. They knew something was wrong, but they didn't want to pry.
Samuel had briefly brought it up to Daniel when they were alone. He asked what was wrong, but Dan didn't have any reasonable answer to give him. How could he just openly admit that he kissed his best friend? How does he explain that it took only a week for the man he knew to be a complete stranger? "It's personal," was all Dan could say without sounding like a lunatic. The conversation ended on that note, although Samuel was still wondering what could've happened to drive both of them apart so quickly. The conversation ended shortly after that, neither of them having much else to say.
Daniel needed to say something, anything. He needed to break the silence. Remington couldn't decide if he welcomed it or hated it, because on one hand he didn't want to lose Dan but on the other he didn't want to be confrontated. He hated feeling weak, but at this moment in time he felt vulnerable, exposed, and scared. He didn't want things to end like this.
Daniel had finally decided to say something to Remington, finally put a break in the silence. It had never occurred to Dan how hard the words were until he was moments away from saying them, even though he wasn't sure what those words were. There was a million different things he could say, but they never seemed to fit the description he had in his mind. He didn't have any type of plan, but he needed to say anything.
Daniel got his chance two days later when Remington went to the bus to grab a jacket due to the harsh temperature of the October night. Everyone was at soundcheck, so this was the perfect chance to get the boy alone. Remington got off the bus a minute later, hugging his jacket against his torso to conserve his body warmth.
"Hey," Dan says, catching Remington off guard. Remington doesn't respond, just glares at him waiting for Daniel to say something else. "I'm really sorry if I did something," he continues, waiting for Remington to say something.
After what seemed like forever went by in silence, Dan went to turn away when Remington finally speaks. "If you did something? Are you actually fucking joking right now? It's not an if, it's what you did. You just ran out of the room like you couldn't possibly stand being around me for another minute. Don't you dare act like you don't know what you did." Remington says, venom practically dripping off every word. He turns away to leave, and doesn't look back when he says
"But it was just a dare, remember?"
Thanks to SirDoosty and iCheezburgerGod for helping me figure out how to write this chapter, I love both of you ❤
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Redeemer
Fanfiction"I want to see what your dreams look like. I want to know what you're thinking about, all of the things you want to say, your dreams and aspirations, all of the good, all of the bad. I want to know you, but you never let me" D.C. + R.L.
