BloodLust // yungblud fanfic

Chapter 6

The door opened and closed. Dylans keys landed in the bowl beside the door. Great. He was home in time to witness Hollys crushing defeat.

She heard paper rustling — probably Dylan sorting the mail. "How'd it go?"

Holly stayed where she had landed, face down on the sofa. "I don't want to talk about it."

"i can't hear you when you're talking to the couch cushions." Dylan said.

"Fine." Holly groaned while she sat up. "It was terrible, okay? Are you happy?"

"Terrible, huh? Did they confiscate your guitar on the spot?" Dylan rolled his eyes. "I've heard you cry wolf about this shit too many times to take you seriously."

"It wasn't terrible because of that," Holly explained. "I mean, it probably was. Like, they're not going to give me the job or anything, but... i don't want to talk about it."

"Whatever," Dylan said, with slight annoyance. "Sean is coming over for dinner."

"Okay." Holly said. That was the first good news she had all day. If Sean was coming over for dinner, that mean Sean was cooking dinner, which meant Holly would get to eat actual food that didn't come out of a box. Dylan could make coffee, scrambled eggs, and instant noodles, and basically nothing else. He was pretty terrible at cooking, and Holly was even worse.

Sean, on the other hand, was in culinary school. That was what he'd decided to do after their band fell apart, after Daniel and everything after; after they moved back to L.A. with their tails between their legs, broke and homeless, and started putting their lives back together. "I'm done with the music business," he said, and registered at Le Cordon Bleu the next day.

That was a good thing that happened. After Daniel. Sean had never liked touring. He seemed a lot happier now.

Everyone seemed happier now, really. Holly was the only one who couldn't move on from what happened. Dylan was managing a few bands that were starting to get some attention in the local music scene, and Lauren was playing with, like, four or five different bands and teaching lessons on the side, and she seemed happy as a clam.

It was sickening. Holly didn't understand how they could all just get over it so quickly. They spent three years putting everything into the band, their blood and guts and sweat, and then it was over, just like that. In a second. And there was no going back.

"Quit moping." Dylan called, busily clattering around in the kitchen. "Can you wash the dishes? I want to take a shower before Sean shows up."

"Fine." Holly said, hauling herself off the couch. Washing the dishes was technically Dylans job, but whatever. She would do it just this once.

The doorbell rang fifteen minutes later, just as she was stacking the last dish in the drainer. Dylan was still in the shower, so Holly dried her hands and went to answer the door.

"Hello, space case." Sean drawled, handing her a bottle of wine. "Where's the kingpin?"

"In the shower," Holly said. She stood aside to let Sean in the house. "You could go say hello."

"I couldn't! You would be too scandalized." Sean grinned at her. "In the mood for anything in particular?" He set down his bag and bee-lined for the kitchen. Holly didn't even bother telling him to make himself at home anymore; he was there so much that Holly was tempted to make him start paying rent.

She sat on one of the tall stools at the pass-through counter. "I don't know. Something with cheese in it."

"Right, comfort food." Sean said, nodding. "Dylan told me you had a rough day."