Stay with Me.

Stay with Me.

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Justin's P.O.V I was in the basement with my band, Stars Can't Shine Without Darkness. We was playing My Sacrifice By Creed. We tried to write our own songs, but it didn't work out. We failed so many time it wasn't even funny. I started playing the intro of the song on my guitar, then the band joined in after a couple of seconds. Then I stared singing. "Hello my friend we meet again. Its been awhile where should we begin? It feels like forever. With you my heart is memories. A perfect love that y-" I messed up a cord while I was playing guitar. "Sorry guys" I mumbled as I turned around to see the guys reactions. And I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I'm about 5'7, I have black hair, I have snakebites and a tongue ring. I also have hazel eyes and I am 17 years old. I turned around to see my brother Jasper walking down the stairs. "Hey bro, I was wondering if you wanted to come up and meet my best friend?" He asked. "Um sure, I will after the guys and I clean up."
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I look out into the parking lot and squint to make sure I'm not going crazy. Walking up with a bouquet of flowers is Justin. He's wearing a muscle tee, and my eyes settle on the part of his tattoo that's not covered up by the plastic holding the flowers. When he reaches me, I feel my face heat up and before I can say anything, he hands me the yellow roses. "I think we need a do over, and I'm not letting you go. But um...here's to friendship until then. If you'll accept." He looks so flustered and unsure of himself as I eye the flowers but don't take them immediately. It takes a long time for me to both find my voice and lose my pride. Finally I do something neither of us expect, and hug him by his neck. "Okay," I whisper, and don't let go.

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