"I'm out? What the hell guys, you can't just kick me out! I made this band!" I snarled, staring at Jay. "You...You did this...didn't you! Fucking idiot! You can't get away with anything."
Jay blinked at me, tears in his eyes. "Aron...I'm sorry...But it's for the best.."
"The best? The best was that we were gonna be famous, Jay! The best was that everyone would see us as successful! But now...now all you'll be is failures..."
"Failures...."
~
I opened my eyes, feeling tears creeping down my face. I shook my head, wiping them off.
Get a grip, Aron. You're fucking okay. Just a dream.
Resting my head back down on my pillow, I sighed. Someone clucked their tongue from the edge of the room.
I turned my phone light on, revealing a guy with messy pink hair. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt, arms crossed across his chest.
Shit.
"What are you doing here, Yuma? I want to sleep.."
"That's my bed, remember? You came here crying your eyes out after your band kicked you out...And now you're crying your eyes out again.."
"Oh, shut up. I'm not in the mood." Fuck, I fucked up bad. I need to stop going to people for my problems...
"Just saying..." He lied down next to me, wrapping his arms around me in a brotherly sort of way. I allowed a few more tears to fall down my face.
"Can...can I have some water or something?" I mumbled, flipping around. I wasn't really thirsty, I just needed a reason to be alone.
"Sure...Sure..." Yuma got up, closing the door behind him. I ran a hand through my hair, waiting for the tears to stop. But they just kept on coming. Finally I gave up and was full on sobbing.
By the time Yuma got back in my throat ached, and my breath was coming in short rasps. He sat down, hugging me and pressing the cup to my lips, tilting it forward slightly.
"S-Sorry....I just....Fucking hate those people!" I yelled. Yuma let his mouth curve into a smile, rubbing my arm with one hand.
"Don't worry....you'll make them see that it was a bad idea to fuck with you..."
~
Arina called me the next morning. I yawned into the phone.
"Aron?"
"Uh-hmm. Who dumped you this time...?" I shivered, not really noticing the cold until now.
"Aron."
"What do you want? It's like 6 in the morning.."
"I heard about last night..."
"Yeah so?" I spat into the phone. "Why should you care? Those fuckers didn't know what they were doing...They'll take me back. Just you wait." With every word my heart sank, knowing that wasn't true.
"Please. Just listen to me. I can...uh...get in touch with them...or at least one of them."
"Who?" My tone softened, I was curious. My sister never did anything for me for free.
"The newbie."
"They found a replacement?! Already?" I snarled, gripping the covers until my knuckles were white. "But they...It hasn't even been a day!"
"Calm down bro. Do you want to hear what I have to say or not?" Slowly I nodded, mumbling a quick yes into the phone.
"Okay. Good. First of his names Danny, he's about 30 years old, and he is...well...a fucking angel would be putting it nicely. Beautiful, perfect hair, huge brown eyes, high voice, everything."
I groaned. "Look, Arina, I don't want to hear about your fantasies. Just spit it out."
"Okay...well.....I used to be friends with him. I think. And I still have his number. I don't think he knows I'm your sister, but if he does I can't go through with my plan. He doesn't know my last name, can't ever be too careful."
"So you're planning on becoming friends with him again? That's it?" So that's why it was free. It was only for her own personal gain.
"No, that's not all. Once we're close I'll plan my trap. Then you'll have a talk with him. Sound good?"
"Sure...fine...what if the guys- err, HU finds out? Then they'll have a talk with me."
"Oh, calm down....he wouldn't tell. And they would probably think of it as harmless friendship."
"Harmless my ass."
"By the way, it's not 6, it's like 12. Bit off there." I growled softly.
"Goodbye Arina."
She hung up on me, and I lied back down, pulling the blankets up. I was still in my clothes, I realized. But it wasn't like I would be doing anything today.
The front door opened maybe an hour later and I opened my eyes, straining for any sound. The rustle of grocery sacks on the counter and keys was all I heard. Seconds later Jimmy walked in, holding a tub of ice cream and a spoon in his hands.
"Awaken from your slumber, princess?" I merely glared at him through slitted eyes.
"What do you want?"
"My house, remember? My house, my rules, my business. Here's this by the way..." He shoved the tub into my hands, looking away awkwardly.
I cocked any eyebrow at him. "I'm not a child, Jimmy."
"My house my rules my business. Now eat." He sat down next to my legs. I began eating slowly, looking at him. "So...how are you?"
"Eh. My band just kicked me out, so could be better. You?"
He shrugged half-heartedly. "They got a new singer."
"I heard."
"He's -" I cut Jimmy off before he could say anymore.
"Look, I don't wanna hear about how's he's so much better than me, I'll have a lifetime of that."
"I was gonna say he was a complete piece of shit, but I can be quiet."
"Go on...." I swallowed a bite of ice cream.
"I mean, sure he looks good, and he sings good, but that usually means that he's a bitch. Only wants to be popular, and then he'll turn all evil. That'll be when they want you back." I winced.
Wasn't that what happened to me? All I wanted to be was famous, and after that I became a complete snob.
Fuck.
"True, true." Was all I said. Now was not the time to feel all guilty.
It was never the time to feel guilty.
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Fanfiction-There are secrets in the closet. Some of which should stay hidden.- Danny has just joined HU and moved in with them. What he didn't expect was the memories hidden away in his new room. They fill his head, swirling and making him realize Deuce wasn'...
