"Jeez! What a show!" I sighed, throwing myself onto the RV's couch. "Tell me about it," Daron replied, his voice as strained as mine. "Guess we've done more than enough to deserve this guy!" Daron continues with a smug smile on his face, pulling out the fattest blunt I've ever seen him hold. "Aw, yeah!" Shavo sings, walking in with John. "Count us the FUCK in!" Shavo adds. "Well sit ya bald ass down!" Daron teases.
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We had just finished the show in Arizona, and my voice was fried, like chicken. Angie took Rumi home so it was just the boys and I. We were gonna hang out all night and get high; just like in the 90's.
"Serj! You're sitting! Pass the boof brotha!" John reminds me. "Oof, sorry man. Here you go." I was so high my movements were as slow as a sloth. "By the way Serj, your voice was fucking sickening tonight. Nothing at all has changed. How do you do it!?" Daron chimed. "I thought you knew legends never die." I joked. Daron laughed. He had the best laugh. It was so contagious. "You guys wanna go get a few drinks? Celebrate?" John suggests, standing stretching his arms behind his head.
"Hell yeah! Serj, Daron?" Shavo asks. "I'm good, so worn out." Daron explains. "So down for tomorrow though. But don't let me stop you!" He adds. Poor thing. He looked beat. Sweating, bags under his eyes. But that could also be from the monster 3 gram blunt we all just smoked. Add some cocaine into the mix and it'd really be like we were back in the 90's.
John & Shavo just nodded in understandment. "Serj?" Shavo adds. "Feeling the same. Definitely tomorrow though!" I admitted. "Losers." John scoffs. "This ain't the 90's no more motherfucker! I ain't got fuel like that no more!" Daron says. "Yeah, yeah. Excuses, excuses." Shavo teases, walking out with John. "See you in a few hours." John adds. "Please be safe!!" I yell after them. I just hear them snicker. Shavo and John, drinking together, out on the town? Dangerous mix. It took me a second to realize I was alone with Daron. The last time we were alone together we--
"I've missed you Serj." Daron suddenly admitted, catapulting me out of my thoughts and back into reality. You could cut the tension with a knife. "I've missed you too Daron."
"Not in the same way I have."
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean, Serj."
And I did. He meant romantically. Sexually. "Dar, you know I'm married to Ang. I have Rumi. I can't be doing what I was doing before. It was different then because I wasn't married. I have a family." I said, feeling a bit regretful. Daron's eyes seemed to lose all light. "You know I can never get over you, right?" He admitted, inching towards me, slowly but surely. "I really fucked up Serj. And now you're gone. There's nothing I can do about it. Do you know how hard it is to live knowing that?" His voice cracked. He kind of sounded like a prepubescent boy. "I'm not gone, Daron. I may not be available to you in the way I once was, but I still love you. I still care about you. You're one of my best friends. And of course my feelings will never truly go. But I have to be faithful to my family." I explained calmly, grasping his soft hands and looking into his deep brown eyes.
"You were my true first love, Daron." My voice cracked a bit too. "Really?" He was tearing up. A single, lonesome tear rolling down his soft rosy cheeks. "Of course." I reassured the mess that is Daron.
"You were mine. And you always will be. I don't ever want anyone but you." He admitted.
Something inside me said "fuck this". I love Angela. So much. She was such a strong, graceful woman. And we've created such a beautiful family. But Daron. We've had so much history. More than your school's history book could ever contain. Either it was the high or my emotions, but I gave in. I paused for a moment to look into his eyes, and attacked his lips. His eyes were still open wide. But he eventually closed them and fell into the kiss. I was holding his head by his hair, the way I knew he liked. Kissing led to touching, which lead to pawing. Eventually, Daron was going down on me.
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"Damn!" A voice drunken voice echoed throughout the RV. Daron and I had passed out naked, blankets strewn across our bodies. I quickly jumped up and locked the door, waking Daron up in the process. "It's John and Shavo." I warned him. I could feel the concern on my face. I threw Daron his clothes and quickly threw mine on. "Fuck." I heard Daron mutter.
"Serj, Daron?" I heard John yell. We had gotten our clothes on just in time before John tried to open the door. I opened it before he could. "What's up? How was the night out?" I asked, trying to avoid any suspicion. "It was great, until Shavo took way too many shots and threw up on the bartender. What did you and Daron do?" He explained, obviously drunk.
"Nothing, much. Smoked a bit more. Caught up." I looked past John to see Shavo slumped on the couch. What a dork. "Sounds fun." He said. "Yeah, it was." I smiled, knowing we got away with it, once again.
God. It really was like old times.
