The System Serj x Daron

Chapter VI

Serj

We were all very excited. This was our first song after all. Although, everytime we tried playing it, Daron messed up, and since John relies on Daron, he messed up too.

"Damn it! I can't get this right! Why am I in this band again?" That made me stop cold. I never thought I would hear those words come out of Daron's mouth.

"Hey, man, we all make mistakes, no big deal." I saw Daron slump down on the couch. Shavo came up to him. "It's ok. Making music is hard." Daron hid his face in his hands.

"Don't talk to me." I heard him say through his hands. I went up to him and kneeled down to his level in front of him. "Daron? Come on, talk to me. What's wrong?"

"I said not to talk to me..." I took his hands and placed them down. "Come on, Dar. Don't be like that..." He rolled his eyes. "Don't get an attitude with me, Malakian." He smirked.

"Whatcha gonna do about it, Serjie?" I whispered, "I'll deal with you once Shavo and John leave." He giggled. "Ok, fine..." He stood up and grabbed his guitar.

"Alright... Let's go again. John, keep doing what you're doing. Shavo, stop messing with my bong. And Daron..." I winked. "Quit being distracted by my sexiness."

He turned pink and widened his gaze. I stared at him smirking, Shavo and John looking at him. "S-Shut up..." We laughed and got back to playing.

Time Skip: "Holy shit, has it been awhile." - Me

"Shavo?... Put. My. Bong. Down." He sighed and put it down. "See ya!" Daron said as Shavo and John walked out the door. They waved and shut the door.

From behind, I grabbed Daron by his waist. He jolted. I kissed the crevice of his neck. "Now... To deal with you..." He giggled.

"Serj... No..." He struggled playfully. "Daron, quit it." He stopped. I sighed and played with his hair. "You're cute..."

"Liar." I shook my head. "You are..." I let go of him slowly. He turned around quickly and pushed me down. "Do you have any idea what you got yourself into?"

I shrugged my shoulders and he played with my hair. "Well then... This will give you some clue..." He kissed me and I shut my eyes. He wrapped his arms around the back of my neck. I pulled away.

"We're seriously doing this now?" He nodded. "Uh, no we're not." I protested. I lovingly pushed him off of me. He whimpered. "Serrrj... Nooo!" He laid on his stomach towards me, his chin on the floor.

"Please come back?" He didn't bother to lift his head up to talk, so his head moved up and down when he talked. I couldn't help but giggle.

"You're acting like a 5 year old, Daron. No." He turned and laid on his back. "But whyyyy?" I crossed my arms. "Would you like to have dinner?"

That's when Daron grabbed my ankles and pulled them, causing me to fall. He got on top of me again. "I'll just have your tasty dick, how does that sound?" He smirked.

I laughed. "You pervert. No, you may not have that." He clawed at my chest. "May I have a piece of your ass?" I politely pushed him off again and stood up.

"No. No you may not." He rolled his eyes. "What can I have?..." He stood up. "You can have what I'm cooking." He rolled his eyes. "Fiiine..."

I smiled "You'll like what I'm cooking." He looked up. "I'm making spaghetti." His eyes sparkled. "O-Ok..."

Daron

Serj is so stubborn. Spaghetti sounds good, I guess. "O-Ok..." I said. "Wanna help me cook?" I shook my head. "I'm afraid I won't do it right..." He sighed. "I'll show you what to do."

I whimpered. "W-What if I burn myself?..." He looked worried. "Daron. You know that I'll help you. If you burn yourself, I'll take care of you."

I absolutely hate cooking. "I don't like cooking..." He came closer to me. "Why? I-If I'm not being too intrusive." I told him.

"O-One of my ex's... My past boyfriend, Skyler..." He seemed alarmed. "B-Boyfriend?... B-But I thought..." He slumped his shoulders. "I thought I was your first boyfriend..."

"I'm sorry, ok?" I accidentally snapped at him. He sighed. "O-Ok..." I told him the rest.

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"Why the FUCK can't you do ANYTHING right?" He knocked me down, banging my head against the wall.

"I-I'm sorry, I just..." I struggled getting up. My legs were shaky and my breath was unsteady. He grabbed a wooden cutting board and slammed it against my back, knocking me down again.

"Here's the thing, you're not! You have absolutely no talent. I tried to seek it in you, but you're just so annoying and oblivious."

I laid there, writhing in pain. Tears streaming down my face. "You always say how much of a man you are, you bitch." That triggered me. I quickly got up and pulled at his obnoxiously blonde hair.

That was my first mistake. He kicked me in my crotch. "Mother... Fucker... I'm going to call the cops." That was my second mistake. He grabbed my hair and pulled me towards the door.

He opened it and threw me down the stairs, in the pouring, cold rain. Blood trickled down my forehead. The last thing I saw were his blinding blue-green eyes and his shit-eating grin.

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"What kind of man does that?" I shrugged. "A Canadian asshole. I did call the police, but the case was dismissed because he was friends with one of the officers and they said, 'Skyler would never do that!'"

He rolled his eyes. "What the hell? That's bullshit." He hugged me. "It'll be ok. Do you remember hi- Holy shit!" I showed him the scar on my back from the cutting board.

"Ok, that's it, I'm filing for abuse. You know his last name?..." I nodded. "Benoit. B-E-N-O-I-T." He nodded. "That's a Canadian ass last name." I laughed.

"Made you laugh?" I nodded, smiling. "Good. You don't have to cook. Ok? Go into the living room and turn on the TV or something, alright?..." I kissed his cheek. "Alright."

Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. I was working on projects and other stories, my friend pranked me by informing me there were multiple storm cells in the mid-west, and Corona Virus is out of control. Stay healthy!