( 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗. )
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, they're both hopelessly
in love. . . but only one of them
realizes it. but when the other one
realizes it, it's already too late.
this makes me so so happy! enjoy this chapter lovelies. <3
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Asteria's POV.
our first show was over. it was amazing. i absolutely loved it, and from when i walked backstage to see a bunch of different looking people crowding around and cheering loudly, the fans loved it as well. but before i could set foot into my small ass dressing room to change, i was almost immediately stopped by some mohawk sporting punk looking man, who was grinning cheekily at me.
"hey... i saw you on stage, and i think you're really hot. do you mind if you sign my chest?" he asked, and i blushed and nodded. i laughed as he held out a black, thick sharpie towards me and he basically ripped open his shirt with eagerness.
i signed my name on his chest (rather fancily, i may add), and he thanked me quickly and ran off. i stood there for a few moments, momentarily shocked. then i just plain out burst into hysterical laughter. i could get used to that shit.
i went into my dressing room quickly, and changed into more comfier clothes that i thankfully brought along with me. i came out of the dressing room with loose, comfortable jeans along with a black oversized sweater that belonged to joel. that reminded me; i have to call joel soon.
on my back was my leather studded backpack, holding my heels and stage clothes along with some of my makeup products. the backpack was an early gift from vince, and i would be lying if i said it was pretty much right up my alley.
i pulled my pack of cigarettes out of my back pocket and pulled one out of the pack using my front teeth as i stepped outside. i looked around for about five minutes for a decently secluded space to smoke, and smiled slightly in victory as i found a dimly lit alleyway that only had a few people hanging around it.
i sat on a dirty, used crate that sat idly on the far right side of the alleyway, humming softly to myself as i smoked on my cig contently. but unfortunately, that was about to be ruined.
"why aren't you at the party?" a voice rang out from beside me. the voice was an all-too-familiar high pitched voice, and i sighed before facing her.
it was lili, and she had an annoying shit-eating grin on her face. almost as if she knew something she shouldn't have. i furrow my eyebrows at this. "what do you mean? i'm just going to go back to the room and sleep." i say, and she nodded as she sat down on another crate that was to my left.
it was silent for a few seconds, before i noticed that my cigarette was basically finished. i stomped it out on the damp cobblestone ground with my sneaker, and stood up to leave. but as i turned around and barely even started to walk, lili said a name i would never expect her to say in a million years.
"danny would want you to party, wouldn't he?"
i froze up at those words. my feet stopped moving, and it was almost as if they became implanted into the ground. i couldn't move. i couldn't speak. his name was repeating itself in my brain, almost as if my mind was trying to mock me.
danny. danny. danny. danny.
"hm, so he does exist!" lili exclaimed, almost as if she were happy about that. i stayed silent for a moment. i hate silence, but i couldn't find the right words to say. what the hell should i even say?
"h-how do you-..." i trailed off, when i finally found my voice again. i turned around slowly, to see her giggling and grinning proudly. "i have... connections. now tell me, sweetie; what would danny think about you missing out on the party?" she asked smugly, stepping towards me slowly.
i couldn't breathe. i couldn't do anything, not even cry.
"exactly, that's what i thought." she said, and i felt my fists clench dangerously. i wanted to hit her. so bad.
so, so bad. not yet, though; i won't show weakness.
"you're being so childish. why are you doing this to me? what do you want?" i ask, my voice shaky. i clear my throat to hopefully clear out some of it.
lili smirked, chuckling. "oh, honey... all i want, is for you to stay away from nikki and tommy. they're mine, and i don't want your ugly ass to screw up my chances with them. if you do anything remotely that shows your interest in them, then i'll tell them everything. maybe i'll do more, i don't really know. but, luckily for me; it's all at the tips of my fingers," she cackled evilly, reminding me of the wicked witch of the west from 'the wizard of oz'. i cried for a week straight from being scared of the uglyness and trauma of seeing that witch.
i take a deep breath, and smile politely. this obviously catches her off guard, because she takes a step back and furrows her eyebrows. i decided to play the same game on her, just to fuck with her. "then i'll tell them everything i know about you, too... lilith."
her eyes widened in what looked like fear. truth be told i knew nothing about her, other than that she's a bitchy, mangy mutt who likes to fuck with innocent people. and i also just took a wild guess and acted as if i knew her name was lilith. jackpot.
she backed off even more, her eyes now narrowed into slits as she glared at me. "you wouldn't dare." she stated, her voice going even higher an octave because she was scared. fuck yeah; i gotcha, lili.
i smirk, "you unravel my shit, i unravel yours. don't fuck with me, whore."
she said nothing else, but stared at me for about a minute blankly, before sprinting out of the alley. i stood there for a few seconds, before it all came crashing down onto me. it all hit me; all at once.
i couldn't see well; fought back tears were clouding and blurring my vision. i couldn't breathe; it felt like i was running at olympic speed in below zero weather, my lungs feelings as if they were collapsing onto millions of pins and needles.
shit. i'm having a panic attack. i haven't had one in years.
