𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞

singer: sweet pea

!!the text in italics are flashbacks!!

you tugged on sweet pea's jacket, pulling him closer to you. you, sweetpea, fangs and Toni were currently at the White Wyrm. it was rock night, every year FP hires people to come play music at the White Wyrm, you absolutely loved it. everyone knew you loved music, you even wrote songs. sometimes you'd stay after school when no one would be there, and sneak into the studio and band room at school to record your songs. sweetpea and Toni had caught you once, playing the electric guitar for your song, but you never let them hear the finished product of your recordings.

you had them saved on your phone, you had quite the voice. the only one who has heard your music is Fangs, you were once showering at his place since your shower had broken down. silly you, left your phone unlocked and Fangs couldn't resist snooping through your phone to listen to the songs. 

you took your hair out of the towel, ruffling it letting it air dry. you then changed into your clothes, a black long sleeved body suit, dark wash mom jeans. "thanks fangs for letting me use your showe-" you stopped, feeling your heart drop to your ass. fangs was sitting on his couch with your phone in his hands, a familiar sound coming from your phone. he was listening to your songs. immediately, you snatched your phone from his hands, feeling embarrassed. "y-y/n. your songs," fangs breathed out. "they're amazing! bro, you have to sing this one day. they're all so good!" he said excitedly. you couldn't help but feel, confused. "you listened to all of them?" you managed to get out. "yes! all of them. well there are only seven but that cover you did of heart of glass. fucking amazing bro. you need more people to hear your voice.its so good!" fangs was always supportive of anyone even if he didn't agree with it, but this time he seemed genuine. 

"y/n?" you were snapped out of your thoughts by Toni. "shot of tequila, baby" you winked at her. you two were also best friends. you had such a love for the serpents, they are your family. you joined the serpents when you were 15, you didn't feel comfortable doing the serpent dance, so.. you ran the gauntlet. you were the first female serpent to ever run the gauntlet. you had also done the serpent dance a few months ago, Betty was too afraid to do it alone so she had asked you to do it with her. you are also the first ever serpent to do both the serpent dance and the gauntlet. you were highly respected by the serpents, being FP's second hand. 

you tilted the tiny glass that held tequila, shot it down your throat. "y/n, can we speak very quickly?" fangs quietly asked. you nodded, giving a kiss to sweetpea and following fangs to the back. "I told the band that's playing right now that they're gonna have to play a request and let a person come up." you felt like fainting. all color left your face, all warmth left your body. "I-i can't . I-its too much, there are too many p-people," you ranted. you felt a warm pair of hands grab your cold ones. "yes you can" before you can say anything else, "we have a special request today. come on up!" 

"I emailed them the notes and everything, you're fine. go up," fangs whispered. slowly you walked up to the stage. 

sweet pea's pov:

"whooo!" I cheer the band that just played they were pretty good. I love rock music, I know my girl does too. she's so beautiful and pretty, and brave and- 

"today we have a special request! someone from the audience will be singing today. come on up!" the guy said with a smile. hm, that's strange. nobody ever does this? I rub my eyes, is that y/n?is she singing?

3rd Person Pov

you walk up to the mic, feeling nervous. you look back giving the guys a nod letting them know you're ready. 

(now the italics are song lyrics, not flashbacks! also pretend this is your song)

you got the lights on in the afternoon

and the nights are drawn out long

and you're kissing to cut through the gloom

you sang, feeling your hear race. you couldn't believe it, you were doing it, you were finally singing in front of people. 

well you cured my January blues, yeah you made it all alright

I got a feeling I might have lit the very fuse, that you were trying not to light

you were a stranger in my phonebook, I was acting like I knew 

you closed your eyes, letting your vocal cords to all the work. music gave you life, it pierced your soul. music was the thing that could revive you if you were to die, it truly amazed you.

When the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock
When you know who's calling even though the number is blocked
When you walked around your house wearing my sky blue Lacoste

your eyes scanned the Wyrm, all eyes were on you. your eyes met strong brown eyes, sweetpeas. his eyes were teary, his lips pulled into a large smile, his thumb rubbing the promise ring you two have. 

And your knee socks

Knee socks

Knee socks

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you walked down the stage, everyone whistling, clapping and cheering. you felt a pain of warm hands cup your face, you look up to the your lovely boyfriend. he smashed his lips onto yours, feeling safe. you two pulled away, laying your foreheads on each others. "you sounded amazing, princess. I love you" 

"I love you too, sweets." you smiled.