"Alright, it's already 4, and we had to be at Ash and Cal's no later than 6. So how about we head out in an hour?" Vic suggested.
"Yeah. That works." I agreed.
Kellin was drawing on my arms, he loved the ideas of tattoos so he always loved drawing on people and himself. He was kinda like me, only more than song lyrics. Since he loved it so much, I decided to let him draw on me. I told him to write certain lyrics over my scars.
"Alright, you are good to go." He said, spraying hairspray on it. You see, he found if you draw something in some type of sharpie/permanent ink, then rub a bit of baby powder on it, and then spray hairspray on it, the drawing/writing/whatever you drew, stays for about a month then fades.
"Thanks." I looked down at my arm. It was just flat out amazing what he did. It was so cool and wouldn't wash off after a while. Across both my arms held a few lyrics to a song that I wrote the night before.
Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll
Cause I can't control myself
I don't stay, I wanna run away
But I'm trapped under your spell
And it hurts in my head, and my heart, and my chest
And I'm having trouble catching my breathWon't you please stop loving me to death?
Cause I can feel you watching, even when you're far away from me
And I can feel you touching, even when you're nowhere to be seen
Every time I see you, suddenly my heart begins to race
And every time I leave, I don't know why my heart begins to break
Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll
Cause I can't control myselfI don't wanna stay, I wanna run away
But I'm trapped under your spell
And it hurts it hurts in my head, and my heart, and my chest
And I'm having trouble catching my breath
Won't you please stop loving me to death?It wasn't an entire song, but it was enough. Besides, the writing was so small as it is, and there is so much of it, that an entire song wouldn't have fit. I would for sure be asked about it, but I didn't care. I loaded my arms up with bracelets, from my wrists to near elbows, where my shirt's sleeves ended.
The 3 of us sat on the couch watching reruns of old TV shows until we had to go. Me in a black and white baseball tee that read IDIOT! Across the front in red, along with black skinny jeans, Vic in a plain grey tank-top and jeans, then Kellin wearing what he had on at it his house.
"Alight, we should head over." Kellin announced.
"Okay, everyone ready?" Vic asked.
I nodded my head which was followed by a nod from Kellin.
"Then let's go."
We stepped outside, I made sure to fix my bracelets before we crossed the street to Calum and Ashton's house. As we stood at the door, I started to get nervous.
"You okay?" Vic asked placing his hand on my back. I just nodded and swallowed.
"Hey, if anything bothers you, we will be right there to back you up. Alright?" Kellin asked.
"Thanks." I smiled. The door opened and it was Calum.
"You guys are early."
"No one gives a shit, now let us in." Kellin said before squeezing between Calum and the door.
"Better early than late." Vic added before fallowing his boyfriend.
"Well then, come right in!" Calum exclaimed. I gave him a simple smile before going into the house, and him closing the door behind me.
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Sorry •Muke•
FanfictionApologizes will be made when the broken boy meets the perfect boy... ***Trigger warnings - self harm, suicide, and eating disorder***