KILL SOMEBODY LIKE YOU// YUNGBLUD

The Show Goes On

Dom and them kind of sat there, shock was settling into their faces, they listened with so much intent.

"I'm... I'm so sorry that's how it happened, are you- you okay with sleeping next to me, am I coming off to strong, punch me if I am, Casanova." Dom's words had hit something in my chest, it tightened all my chest muscles, my eyes felt hot and heavy.

I coughed, whipping my eyes, "I'm fine, it's been a few years, you're not threatening to me nor are you coming onto me like that."

I slapped my thighs, "cmon, I'm a dead girl talking, you guys asked and I delivered. What's next on the oh so exciting agenda of Yungblud and people?"

Dom looked at his phone, "well, we basically had lunch already. We can go around town?" The guys nodded in agreement, Adam gave me a sad look.

I really hope he didn't think I was faking that story, of how dumb I was at 17.

I rode with Dom, who was silent, "hey, I hope you know I'm comfortable with you. I know I was comfortable with Erik, but I'm not drunk with you. You have a big heart from my understanding," he glanced at me, so full of sadness.

"You didn't go to the police, why?" I wasn't expecting that question, Mary is the only one and now three strangers know my story.

"It's because I was underaged drinking, with a fake ID. I was more illegal than what he did to me. The drinking age is older than here, so it doesn't make sense to you, but I would be in jail if I spoke to the police."

I placed my hand on his shoulder, "Look, I shouldn't have been drinking. I'm fine, I had a few boyfriends since who were very respectful of me. You're being a complete sweet heart, thank you so much, Dom."

He didn't speak for a while, only looking out, following Adam and Mike. I was worried until he spoke.

"I want to make the last whatever amount of life you have left worth while," we sat in silence, or speaking silence while music played.

I watched the landscape change endlessly, it was still bright outside, but the sun was heading down.

I googled book stores, record stores, just in case Dom wanted to take me out for a whole day.

"So where are you taking me?" He smiles, looking excited as hell.

"Underground England, I thought that if you die during touring, you might as well meet the man upstairs in some sick kicks." That made me laugh, he was actually trying and it made me happy.

"Thank you, hun," then I remember something important for Andy.

I pull out my phone and take a strategic selfie of us at a stop light, he looked stunned then gave a fat smile.

"For Andy, so she knows I'm safe and not running away with some random British guy I've met on the internet." He laughs, pulling the car into a parking lot.

"Okay, it's a little bit of a walk, but I think you'll manage."

That's how the week or so that lead up to the tour went, Dom treating me well. He didn't try anything with me, and honestly, it was nice.

There was maybe a few times I wanted to kiss him so bad, there was a night where we stayed up talking and he was so obviously tired, his eyes became so droopy with sleep.

We just got back from a fun night on the town, both buzzing with alcohol in our systems.

We took showers separately, me first so I can have time to get dressed and dried off as he showered. I tried to tell him how much I didn't bother me if he accidentally saw me, or me seeing him.

Bodies don't bother me, but actions do.

He crawled into bed next to me, a sweet smile on his godly full lips.

"I have a question for you," he said as he rolled on to his back, I looked up to him in the dim light coming in through his window.

"Shoot," he didn't speak for a moment, I was afraid he fell asleep.

"If the impeding doom of you dying wasn't approaching you at such a young age, what would you have wanted to accomplish with your life?" So much for the simple question I though he was going to ask.

I didn't really think about it, I had a few dreams before I found out I had a death date too close for me to even try. Even if I did try, people would help me out of pity.

"Uh, I actually do have one dream that I don't think I would've given up on. Being a comic author, or something like that. I make little comics from these easy to draw little characters, or even my 5th grade super hero I made 'The Adventures of Super Grapeman'."

He giggled, turning back to me, "Super Grapeman, huh? Tell me about him, about your art."

I talked about Super Grapeman, about my comics I doodle here and there, I even showed him a few from my Instagram.

He liked it, "I like this, I like your doodles, your humor,I wish so desperately you weren't dying so soon." So soon, yet soon can be years from now, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds.

It could be now.

I'm alive still, only for so long.

"Casanova, beautiful," he said in a drowsy state, a lazy smile on his mouth, his eye lids fighting to stay open.

"Goodnight, Dom," I leaned over to give him a kiss, one on his cheek.

"So sweet," he whispered and fell into sleep. I did kiss him, but not the one that was so intimate and permanent.

~~~~~~~~~~~A/N~~~~~~~~~~

Thank you to those who are either coming back to read or who had just run upon this.

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