Sebastian Danzig

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His POV

" Ha ha ha, that's so funny Remmi"

I'm broken out of my deep, sad thoughts by Y/N's amazing voice. I look over to see her sitting next to Remington on the couch, laughing and practically sitting in his lap. The sight is really upsetting me, so I excuse myself toward the kitchen.

I've had a crush on Y/N ever since she became our merch girl two years ago. I've just been too much of a pussy to do anything about it, and now I think it's too late. By the way she acts around and looks at my brother, I'm pretty sure she likes him instead of me.

Why is it always him who gets the perfect ones while I'm left in the dark, dusty corner...

" Seb, what's wrong?" Her voice cuts through my pity party.

I look up at her and quickly muster a small smile." Oh, yeah I'm fine, just getting a drink. Haha" 

" well I call bullshit" she says stepping closer to me

"What?"

"You're lying. Your drink is next to the couch, now tell me what's going on in your beautiful head" she smiled and grabbed my hand.

" it's nothing I just......" But my sentence is cut off by the smoothest lips I've ever felt, touching mine. After the short but sweet kiss, I'm left reeling in confusion.

" what? Why did you do that?," I managed to stammer out

"What do you mean,why? I like you silly." She said with a small giggle. Then she effortlessly hopped up on the counter.

"But, I thought you liked Remington." I stated sadly

" Good! That's what we wanted you to think...you jealous yet?" She questions with a very satisfied smirk placed on her face.

I then connected our lips again, this time kissing her longer and much deeper. But it was soon interrupted by a collection of whoops and applause.

We both giggle and look over towards Emerson and Remington.

" it was about time, I thought I was gonna have to kiss her first" Rem stated, seeming quite happy with himself.

" only in your dreams" Y/N replied before jumping off the counter, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the bus and to my bunk.

I've got the perfect girl after all.

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