Facta Non Verba (boyxboy)

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CHAPTER 7:

"Look who finally chose to grace us with his presence." Rico teased as I walked into rehearsal a few days after my life shattering realization. "I thought you might've been recovering from some sex related injury."

"I was sick." I groaned.

"Mono." Rico coughed, sending the rest of the band into covert laughing fits.

"Fuck you." I sighed, walking to the lyric stand. "What's this?"

"New song." Dante answered, standing up from his piano. "Mitchell wrote it."

"Mitchell?" I looked over at my drummer who seemed interested in something stuck to his drum stick. "You write songs?"

"It's a pretty good one too." Marc added. "It's a duet so we'll probably have Dante sing with you."

I frowned, but stayed quiet. I tried to memorize the first few stanzas, but forgot every word when I felt Dante's looming presence beside me. "I highlighted the parts where i'll come in. As for the chorus, we can sing it together or we can-"

I was trying my hardest to listen, but my mind was already flooded with feelings I couldn't quite understand. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want Dante this close to me. I'd have rather actually had mono.

"Seb?" Dante snapped his fingers in front of my face. "I said-"

"What's this song about?" I cut him off, turning my attention back to the lyrics.

"Apparently, our sweet little drummer boy has got it bad for someone." Rico told me. "It's a romantic ballad."

"No." I grabbed the papers and shuffled them behind some of our other song lyrics. "We've got other songs to focus on."

"Thank you." Mitchell groaned.

"What? No!" Rico whined. "It's a good song."

"We're way behind on practicing. We should focus on what we're already working on before starting something new." I insisted, wiggling away from Dante and walking to the mic stand.

"We've got the other stuff down." Dante tried, but I turned a glare in his direction.

"I..." I attempted to lay into him like normal, but the words wouldn't come out. My glare softened as he looked at me in genuine curiosity, most likely wondering why i'd been acting so weird. I couldn't tell him. I couldn't say anything.

"The mono got his brain." Rico mumbled.

"Practice is over." I finally announced.

"What?" Marc cried. "It's been five minutes!"

"Yup, perfect natural stopping point." I replied. "I've got to go."

"Go where?" Marc continued. "This is ridiculous. You can't just not show up and then cancel practice completely! That's worse than Dante!"

"Lay off man." Dante snapped at him. "It's not your band."

"It's not yours either!" Marc argued.

"Shut up! God, stay and rehearse then. I've got to go." I rushed out of the room, trying my best to outrun any confrontation.

"Wait! Seb!" I wanted to pretend like I didn't hear it, but without meaning to my body had already stopped moving. "Are you okay? What was that back there?"

I spun around, pushing him against the hallway wall and slamming my lips against his. He didn't fight or push me away. His body relaxed quickly against mine and his arms wrapped around me tightly. "Let's get out of here."