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I bang on the bathroom door, my heart racing with a mix of panic and urgency. The air inside feels increasingly suffocating, and each breath becomes more laborious, heightening my anxiety. Time seems to stretch, and the world around me starts to move in slow motion, amplifying my disorientation.

I need to be alone.

The combination of pounding music and flashing lights intensifies my dizziness, further disorienting my senses. My vision blurs, and it becomes increasingly difficult to focus on my surroundings. With each passing second, the need for fresh air and relief from the claustrophobic environment grows more desperate.

I bang my fists against the door again, slowly losing hope, until it finally swings open. I quickly push past the people walking out, earning a bunch of "what the fuck"s and dirty looks as I slam the door shut behind me. My slippery hands fumble for the lock, unsure if it even works. I stumble over to the sink, desperately trying to maintain my balance as I struggle to breathe, cold tears rolling down my face. I look in the mirror, hoping to find some comfort and calm myself down, but the pain just won't go away.

It never goes away, does it?

I open all the drawers, pulling everything out in search of the one thing I know will help. My hands, trembling with desperation, struggle to maintain a firm grip on the objects they encounter. The sound of my sobs fills the room, echoing against the walls with each heavy breath. Frantically, I push aside hair ties, lotion bottles, and old toothpaste tubes, desperately looking for a glimmer of hope. But as the seconds slip away, my heart sinks further, realizing that the universe has turned its back on me. No gleaming object catches my eye, leaving me with heartache and desperation.

I fall to my knees, opening up the cupboards in hopes of finding just something. I push past more shampoo and lotion bottles, but still, not what I need.

"Come on, please, please, plea-" my voice breaks as I begin to cry harder, defeated when I can't find what I am in desperate need of. The loud music outside the door makes it harder for me to think.

The tears stream down my face, frustration and anguish intertwining into a single overwhelming emotion. It feels like an unbearable weight crushing my body. How is it possible that no one in this entire fucking place possesses what I so desperately require?

"FUCK!" I scream in pain, my voice reverberating through the room. I push my arms across the vanity, sending objects crashing to the floor. I collapse onto the ground, holding myself tightly, as if someone will try to take myself away from me. Loud, raw cries escape past my lips as my body begins to shake. The fear of being heard by others becomes irrelevant as all the emotions I tried so desperately to hold back for him comes crashing onto me all at once.

I lean my head back against the wall, desperately trying to catch my breath, but the rapid pounding of my heart refuses to subside. Panic tightens its grip around my chest, constricting my ability to find solace. My hands instinctively clutch my stomach, as if physically trying to contain the waves of despair coursing through me. With another loud sob, I lean forward, bracing myself against the floor, needing the feeling of something cold against my skin.

And then, as if a glimmer of the universe finally gave into my pleads, something shiny catches my eye from across the room.

A razor

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Welcome to my first story! Before we begin, I would like to provide some trigger warnings.

There will be mentions and scenes of !SELF-HARM! and !SUICIDE! in this book, so if these topics trigger you, you may not want to read. I will mark each chapter title with a * if it contains such a scene, and I will also include a * before the scene itself, in case you decide to continue reading but wish to skip those particular parts.

Yes, there will be explicit content in the form of smut scenes.

Also, please note that the characters in this book are entirely fictional. Their actions and behaviours should not be compared to real-life individuals. Real-life Tony should not be compared to the character Tony in this book. same goes with any other character in the story.

I am also using billie eilish as the main character for the story, obviously under a different name but she will be EXACTLY like billie. she has billies voice, her fashion, her songs, the way she writes, but everything about her happening in this story isn't to be put into real life situations. I just don't know that many female artists because i live under a rock.

In this story, all the characters are 18-22 years old. However, I will be using different pictures of them that may not depict them at the age of 18-22. These images are simply meant to provide visual representations of the characters.

I would also like to add that I am 17 years old and have never written anything before, so if there are any mistakes, just ignore them lmfaooo.

ALSO, in the emotional chapters, I am drawing from my own experiences to depict how the characters are feeling. It's important to remember that everyone experiences panic attacks, depression, anxiety, and love in different ways. This is just my interpretation based on what I know. Please keep in mind that it can vary for each individual.

If you struggle with self harm, depression and suicidal thoughts, please know that you are not alone. What you are feeling isn't wrong, as fucked up as it may sound. we're going to be okay. I'm still navigating through the struggles of self-harm and depression myself and I know its going to be a long while until I can stop. I understand that it feels like we won't make it out, but we need to keep going, not just for ourselves but for our sexicans. They wouldn't want us to give up. If they have made it through their own battles, then we can too. If you ever need someone to talk to, please reach out to me or someone you trust.

!!PLEASE DONT STEAL ANY CONTENT FROM THIS STORY!!

Anyways. In the next chapter, we will be introduced to the characters. I'm excited to begin the journey with you. Let's get started :)

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Billie Eilish As:

Laura May

Age: 18

Singer

Also Known As "Lou"

Tony Perry As:

Tony Perry

Age: 19

Lead Guitarist For 'Pierce The Veil'

Also Known As "Tone or Turtle"

Jaime Preciado As:

Jaime Preciado

Age: 19

Bassist For 'Pierce The Veil'

Also Known As "Hime-Time"

Victor Fuentes As:

Victor Fuentes

Age: 22

Lead Singer For 'Pierce The Veil'

Mostly Known As "Vic"

Kellin Quinn As:

Kellin Quinn

Age: 19

Lead Singer For 'Sleeping With Sirens'

Also Known As "kell"

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TW !SELF HARM SCENE TOWARDS THE END OF THE CHAPTER! I'll put a **** so you know when it comes up incase you want to skip it

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Love. Love is a crazy thing, don't you think? How do you know when you're in love? Does it simply feel like having a crush on someone, or is it something more profound? Is it better? Is it worse?

I was in love once, or at least I think I was. It was with a gorgeous man named Kai. He had short, brown, poofy hair that seemed to have a playful personality of its own, adding to his charm. His captivating blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of warmth and mischief, always drawing you in. And when he smiled, it was as if the whole world went quiet, and it was just us. His smile had a way of making you feel seen and loved, instantly melting anyone's heart, including mine.

I chuckle.

But he wasn't at all what he seemed, and I learned that the hard way. I should have listened to Kellin. He knew, but I just didn't care. I was too obsessed with the idea of being loved by someone to see what was truly happening. The manipulation. The lies. Kellin had warned me about him. But blinded by my own desires, I brushed off his concerns as mere jealousy. I was convinced that I could change him, that my love would be enough to mend any flaws or darkness lurking within him.

I always ask myself, "Why didn't I listen to him?" My own best friend... He still blames himself for "not trying hard enough" to get me away from Kai and his abuse. It's not Kellin's fault. It never was, besides my own. I will always love and appreciate Kellin, my best friend forever.

At first, our relationship was absolutely perfect. Kai was the man any girl would dream to be with. He bought me flowers, we watched movies, and went to the park. Had beautiful little dates. I don't know what went wrong. What did I do? Was I not good enough? Am I not good enou-

"Laura! Laura, we need to go! What on earth are you doing?" Mom's urgent voice breaks through my concentration, jolting me back to reality. Startled, I snap shut my cherished diary and swiftly tuck it away in my drawer. My heart races as I quickly look into the mirror fixing my hair and my clothes before I slip into my bulky looking shoes and rush down the stairs.

"Get in the car, we're running behind schedule," Mom nudges me impatiently as I approach the vehicle. Hastily, I settle into the passenger seat, seamlessly connecting my phone to the car's Bluetooth. The electrifying tunes of Sleeping with Sirens, the band of my best friend, fills the air.

"Why do I have to do this? I'm 18. It feels like I'm being constantly bothered," I complain, sinking into the seat and nodding to the rhythm of the song "Don't Fall Asleep at the Helm." Trying to divert her attention, I quickly add, "Don't you think Kellin's voice sounds incredibly beautiful in this song, Mom?" Flashing a hopeful smile, I hope to distract her. However, she meets me with that disapproving look only a mother can give.

"Yes, Laura, Kellin's voice is always amazing, and I'm not trying to bother you! You have a special talent, and it's important to nurture it, dear. Who knows where it could take you! It's not like I'm sending you away for an entire month to some crazy band camp. You'll only be there for six hours each day. It'll be just like school," I sigh, gazing out the window as the trees swiftly vanish past by the second.

I can't help but wish I could vanish.

I couldn't help but notice the unusual tone in her voice. She was being nice, something that was completely out of character for my mum. She had never shown me this kind of affection before. The last time I remembered her saying she loved me was when I was five, and she was in a drunken stupor, crying after a heated argument with my dad that didn't end well. Since then, she had never expressed any affection towards me. Instead, her interactions were often marked by subtle remarks about my appearance or behavior. Perhaps she had changed, but deep down, I couldn't shake off my skepticism.

"Yeah, well, I actually graduated from school last year, so I don't understand why I have to go back, even if it's not technically school. You know I hate being away from home," I mumble under my breath.

"Well, technically, you didn't graduate last year because you dropped out when you were 15," she says with a smile, attempting to lighten the mood. However, I remain unchanged, showing no shift in emotion.

With a frown, she adds, "Look, I understand that you're not thrilled about this, but there will be plenty of talented people there. You can't hide in your room all the time. If you want to fix yourself, you actually need to do stuff. It's also an opportunity to make friends. Who knows, maybe one day you could be like Kellin, performing on stage with a band, becoming famous, making amazing music, getting rich, and finding yourself a hot boyfriend. I don't know." She shrugs, attempting to inject some humour into the situation. I can't help but chuckle at her last remark.

"Yeah, maybe,"

my mind circles around the words she just spoke. "if you want to fix yourself"

what if i don't want to be fixed?

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I step into the unfamiliar building, taking a moment to absorb my surroundings. It's a rather empty room, with a stage and a scattering of instruments. As I begin to process my new environment, a sudden, loud voice startles me.

"Hey! You must be Laura, right?" I turn my head to the left and see a guy with blond hair and warm brown eyes walking towards me. He's slightly taller than me and has a goofy smile."Yeah, that's me," I reply softly.

"Okay, cool. My name's Zach, and I'm running this band program for the holidays. Why don't we head over here and you can meet everyone else?" I hesitantly nod, forcing a smile as my anxiety starts to creep in.

I've never been comfortable around large groups of people. Crowds tend to make me feel anxious, despite the fact that Kellin and I often attend concerts and gigs together. My Australian accent always stands out, and while I don't necessarily dislike it, I dislike when it becomes the centre of attention because its the first thing people notice about me.

We lived in Australia up until I was 15, when my dad got a job up for the mines here in san diego, and I guess we just never went back home.

Zach seems to notice my unease and places a reassuring hand on my back, guiding me to another spacious room filled with soft conversations.

"You're going to be alright. Nobody here knows each other. You're all new," he says, offering a gentle smile as I find a seat between two individuals. Determined not to make any accidental eye contact, I keep my gaze fixed on the ground, avoiding potential awkwardness.

Zach clears his throat, capturing everyone's attention. I look up to see him sitting on the other side of me in the circular arrangement we've formed.

"Hello, everyone. I thought it would be nice for us to get to know each other a little better through a sharing activity. Nothing too elaborate, just your name, age and a few artists or bands you enjoy. Or if you're in a band yourself, feel free to mention that as well as if you sing or play anything. Whatever makes you comfortable," he says with a soft smile, scanning the group.

"I'll go first. Hi, my name is Zach, I'm 24, I play drums for my band and my favourite artists are Bon Jovi and Ozzy Osbourne." He nods to the person beside him, encouraging them to follow on.

"Um, hi, I'm Sarah. I am 16 years old, I play drums also and I really like Blink-182, and sometimes I listen to Bring Me the Horizon," the small girl adds on.

As the group continues with their introductions, occasional laughter fills the air, creating a more relaxed atmosphere. I start to feel a bit more comfortable. Maybe this experience won't be as bad as I initially thought. Everyone seems friendly enough, and I sing with Kellin all the time, so it shouldn't be too challenging, right?

Suddenly, the soft, quiet voice beside me begins to speak, snapping me out of my thoughts."Hey, I'm Tony. Uh, I'm 19 and I'm actually in a band with my two best friends called Pierce the Veil. I'm the lead guitarist. And, I think Green Day is pretty cool, I guess. I enjoy a bit of rock music," he says, forming a slight line with his lips as he nods.

Tony looks quite different from how he sounds. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. His body is adorned with tattoos, covering almost every inch of his skin. Vibrant colours everywhere. His hairstyle consists of long front locks, while the back is shorter, complemented by shaved sides. He has big gauges with another little piercing above them. Physically, he appears quite muscular. Yet, his voice was gentle and sweet. It's intriguing to think about how he would sound if he were to sing. I imagine it would be soft and comforting, just like his speaking voice.

I look away from tony as the group looks towards me next.

great.

My anxiety, which momentarily subsided, rushes back, filling my entire body. Around 20 pairs of eyes are fixed on me, waiting for me to say something or make a move, but the words refuse to escape my lips. I muster up the courage to begin with a simple "hi" like everyone else, but my voice shakes and my breath becomes heavy. On the verge of tears, I hope that no one notices my internal mental breakdown. However, in that vulnerable moment, I feel a gentle hand softly holding mine from beside me.

I glance down to see a tattooed hand interlocking fingers with my shaky one. Looking up, I meet Tony's gaze, his eyes filled with understanding, offering a soft, comforting smile that encourages me to try again. Scanning the room, I realize that our interconnected hands remain hidden from view due to our close proximity. Taking a quick breath, I gather my strength and start over."Okay," I whisper, more to myself than to the others. Tony's reassuring squeeze encourages me to continue.

"Hi, um, my name is Laura. I'm 18 years old, and I like to sing. Although I don't think I'm any good at it, my best friend Kellin insists that I have talent. But honestly, I find it hard to believe him. But, well, it's whatever, I guess." I glance around, realizing that everyone is still looking at me, waiting for me to say more. I realize I've started to ramble, and I meet Tony's eyes again, finding solace in his gentle smile as he looks towards ground.

I glance down at our intertwined hands before continuing.

"Um, sorry, I listen to a whole bunch of different artists, ranging from Queen to 5 Seconds of Summer to Arctic Monkeys. It's kind of a mix, I guess," I trail off, my voice growing quieter towards the end. Everyone nods and shifts their attention to the next person, leaving me feeling a mix of relief and vulnerability.

"I'm proud of you," Tony whispers softly, leaning down to my ear.

I smiled up at him, a bit confused about why he cared so much. I truly appreciate what you did for me, Tone. We sat in silence for about 10 minutes while the rest of the group finished their introductions. Finally, Zach spoke up again.

"It's really nice to meet all of you! I hope we can all become good friends. You guys seem so kind. Now that we know each other a little, I'm going to divide you into groups of four, and that will be your band for the holidays." We all glanced around, wondering who we would end up with.

He pointed at Tony, a smile on his face. "Tony, you and Laura seem to become friendly with each other, so I'll put you both in a group with James and Zayd. Is that cool?" We looked at each other, unsure of what to say, but nodded in agreement.

After Zach assigned the other groups, we were led into separate rooms, surrounded by instruments, notebooks, and our own company.

"So," Zayd was the first to speak up, "have any of you guys done something like this before?" He looked at the three of us.

"Yeah, I have," Tony replied.

"Oh, right, you're the one in the band, huh? Pierce the Veil, was it? I feel like I've heard of it before," James added.

Come to think of it, Pierce the Veil does sound oddly familiar. I believe Kellin has mentioned them before, but I'm not quite sure when.

"Uh, yeah, that's us. I mean, I don't know, we have a few songs that got a bit popular i guess, so you might know them, but yeah, I'm not sure," Tony responded softly shrugging his shoulders.

No matter what he said, his words always came out gently from his lips. It was satisfying. You have a way with making words sound gentle

"Well, that's cool, man. Good for you guys. Anyways, does anyone here write songs? I feel like we should start working on some lyrics. If any of you already have some, that would be great too," Zayd looked around, but we all remained silent.

For fuck sakes.

"I have a few songs. Well, I have one song, but it's not finished yet," I quietly spoke up. Zayd raised his eyebrows, surprised that I spoke first, before he smiled.

"That's great! Would you mind giving us a little show of what you've got so far?" he questioned.

"Um," I could feel my nerves creeping back. Instantly, I looked over at Tony beside me, and he sent me a soft smile, assuring me that I would be fine. Surprisingly, it was enough to put my nerves at ease as I hesitantly pulled out my phone and opened my notes.

I moved to the front of the room, standing in front of the guys.

"It's a slow sad song, not really upbeat like the artists we mentioned earlier, but yeah. It's about my ex. He was a bit of a jerk, but it's whatever," I chuckle, softly smiling at the others before I began singing the lyrics I had written so far.

"It's not true
Tell me I've been lied to
Crying isn't like you, ooh
What the hell did I do?
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through, ohh"

I looked around to see the others softly looking back at me as I took a breath to continue with the rest of the lyrics.

"Maybe won't you take it back?
Say you were tryna make me laugh
And nothing has to change today
You didn't mean to say 'I love you'
I love you, and I don't want to, ooh"

I formed my lips into a line, nodding my head gently, before sitting back next to Tony.

"That was really beautiful, Laura," Tony softly spoke, breaking the silence. He looked down at me, furrowing his eyebrows in thought. I couldn't help but smile at your words. There was something about the way you said my name that made it sound so effortlessly beautiful. I whisper a soft "thank you" before James began speaking.

"I agree, Laura. That was amazing. I've never heard anyone sing like that before. If you guys want, we can honestly start with that song. Try something different?" he shrugged, and the rest of us nodded.

"Only if you're okay with it, Laura, of course," he smiled.

I smile in agreement.

"Great! Let's get started on some ideas. Based on the sound of the song, I think I have an idea for the rhythm. If you boys want, you can help me with that, and Laura, you can continue writing the song," Zayd jumped out of his chair and walked towards the instruments, eager to begin.

"Uh, I can help you write the song if you'd like. Two minds are better than one, you know," Tony quickly added before James walked too far away.

"Actually, that's a good idea, Tony. You work with Laura on the lyrics, Zayd and I will focus on the rhythm, and in an hour, we'll come back and show each other what we've come up with," he smiled before heading over to the boy sitting at the piano.

"Let's get started, then, shall we?" Tony said, looking down at me with a genuine smile, revealing all his teeth. Your smile was something that instantly made me feel safe.

I chuckled in response and walked behind him, making my way to the desk filled with loose papers, books and pens.

"Okay, why don't you write down what you have so far in this notebook, and then we can think of some lyrics to add on," he suggested, handing me a book and a pen before sitting down at the desk.

"That sounds like a good place to start," I smiled, taking a seat beside him.

I carefully copy the words from my phone onto the paper in front of me, ensuring every line was neatly written. With the lyrics now in place, I shifted my attention back to the boy sitting next to me.

"Do you mind singing it for me again? Just so I can get the sound and figure out which words would be good next," he requested, his reassuring smile putting me at ease. I nodded in agreement, taking a deep breath to steady myself before softly singing the few lines I had written down.

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We settled back into our groups, our attention fixed on Zach. Five hours had flown by in the blink of an eye. Tony and I had completed writing the song that he thought should be called "I Love You," while James and Zayd had finished working on the instrumental part. When we played it all together, it sounded truly beautiful. Tony and I even began writing ideas for a new song.

Tony also mentioned that his band had a song with Kellin called "King for a Day," which explained why their band name had sounded familiar. I made a mental note to talk to Kellin about it later.

"Welcome back, guys! I hope you all had a blast and made some progress today!" Zach exclaimed energetically. He always seemed to have so much energy. We all nodded, smiling up at him. I guess we all finished something today.

"At the end of this week, we're all going to share what we've accomplished so far with the other bands. Sounds good?" Zach added, looking at us as we nodded in agreement once again.

Mentally, I responded with a "feels good," which made me chuckle quietly to myself. (If you know, you know.)

"Great! You guys can go now. I'll see you all tomorrow," Zach concluded with a smile before walking off to gather his belongings.

I made sure I had my phone and the notebook with me before heading towards the door. Before I can walk out, I feel a gentle hand grasp my arm, causing me to turn and see a nervous Tony standing in front of me.

"Hey, Laura, wait up a second," he said, his voice filled with a hint of uncertainty.

"Hey, what's up?" I replied, sending him a soft smile. As we stood face to face, I took the opportunity to observe his facial features more closely. He has warm brown eyes that looked at me softly, some light freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks that were only noticeable if you really looked at him. I noticed he had a dermal under his left eye on his cheekbone and two piercing holes just beneath his lips, that he must have not long ago taken out. He had a hint of colour in his cheeks that just slightly matched the shade of his light pink toned lips, which looked surprisingly soft. I couldn't help but wonder what they would feel like against mine.

"Hey" he repeats again smiling.

"I was just wondering if I could possibly get your number?" he asked, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. I was caught off guard by his sudden shyness. Who would have thought someone with full of tattoos and a few piercings could be so gentle?

"Uh, yeah, of course," I replied, unable to contain my smile as he handed me his phone. I quickly entered my number before we went out separate ways.

I walk out the large building with a stupid smile plastered on my face, unable to hide the butterflies that fill my stomach. I can't wait to get home and tell Kellin about everything.

As I walked towards my mom's car, intending to get into the passenger side, I realized it was occupied by my dad. I let out a sigh, shutting the door and taking a seat in the back. My mood instantly dropped.

Well, this is going to be a fun ride home.

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Sitting at the dinner table, the familiar weight of awkward silence enveloped us once again, leaving me feeling uncomfortable. We all sat there, avoiding eye contact, as if the silence could shield us from the underlying tensions. It was a routine we had grown accustomed to, until someone attempted to break the silence.

"So, Laura," my dad cleared his throat, his forced smile barely reaching his eyes. "How was the school thing today?" His question hung in the air, lacking genuine curiosity. I glanced at my mom, who pretended not to pay attention to the conversation, but I knew she had orchestrated this small talk. I let out a sigh, sensing the underlying tension in the room.

"It was okay, I guess. I wrote a song with Tony, and we even started on a second one," I replied, my voice tinged with hesitation. As I mentioned Tony's name, a soft blush crept onto my cheeks, betraying my feelings.

"Tony, huh? A boy," my dad's voice turned cold, and I could feel the weight of his disapproval. "After what happened with Kai, you shouldn't be hanging around any boy. Kellin's bad enough. I don't want you associating with him either. He's nothing but bad news." The familiar pattern emerged, the dad I knew all too well. The change in his tone did not go unnoticed, and my mom tensed slightly, aware of the sudden shift in the atmosphere.

I let out a heavy sigh, setting my half-empty plate down on the kitchen counter. As I made my way towards the bin, my dad's voice rose, filled with frustration.

"Where do you think you're going, child? We haven't finished eating. Don't be disrespectful," he scolded, his words echoing through the tense air. Ignoring his demand, I mustered up the courage to speak my mind.

"I'm not having this conversation with you when all you're going to do is criticize me and speak bullshit nonsense of my best friend," I retorted, my voice firm and resolute, as I continued up the stairs towards my bedroom. The sound of their escalating argument followed me, a familiar nightly symphony.

Reaching my bedroom door, I paused for a moment, absorbing the muffled sounds of my parents' dispute. It was a painful soundtrack I had grown accustomed to. Shaking my head, I entered my room and grabbed a random shirt and pair of pants from my drawers before making my way to the bathroom.

Once inside, I turned on the shower, adjusting the water to my preferred temperature. As I undressed, I avoided the reflection in the mirror, not wanting to confront the insecurities that lay beneath the surface. Stepping into the shower, the warm water embraced my body, offering a soothing respite.

I lathered my hair with shampoo, massaging it into a rich lather. Leaving the conditioner in for a few moments, I took the opportunity to wash my body with a fragrant body wash, as well as cleanse my face with a gentle face wash. The rhythmic flow of the water and the familiar routine provided a temporary escape from the chaos outside the bathroom walls.

As the water cascaded down my body, washing away the remnants of soap and conditioner, I turned off the shower and stepped out, my feet meeting the cool tiles. With trepidation, I faced the mirror before me, my heart sinking at the reflection staring back. I've never been fond of my own body, plagued by insecurities that run deep. Kellin, my best friend, always tells me I'm beautiful, but the echoes of my parents' and Kai's disapproval resound louder within me. Their judgment holds power over me, seeping into every fiber of my being.

Kai, the one I loved, would often belittle me, making me feel inadequate and unworthy. Blinded by my affection for him, I internalized his hurtful words, allowing them to chip away at my self-worth. Sadly, I still carry the weight of his criticisms, even now.

The warmth of the bathroom enveloped me, suffocating my senses, making it difficult to catch my breath. The heaviness of self-doubt settled upon my chest, creating a crushing weight that seemed unbearable in this vulnerable moment.

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My heart sinks as tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I gaze at the reflection of a body that feels foreign to me. Why do I subject myself to this torment? The ache in my heart intensifies with every passing moment, threatening to consume me. I find myself yearning to fit into society's narrow standards of beauty, comparing myself to the flawless and curated images on social media. The tears stream down my face, my breathing growing heavier as the voices of Kai and my parents echo in my mind, reinforcing the belief of my unworthiness.

In a desperate attempt to find solace, I hastily dress myself, hoping that concealing my body will alleviate the distress. But it's too late; the constriction in my chest tightens, and the room seems to shrink with each breath I take.

Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass reverberates from downstairs, intensifying my panic as my parents' voices escalate into a heated argument. "Please, stop," I manage to choke out, my hands trembling as I grasp the edge of the vanity. The tremors coursing through my body amplify, and these nightly occurrences have become all too familiar since I finally broke free from Kai, around 6 months ago.

My body begins to ache from the lack of oxygen, my whispered pleas for it to cease falling on deaf ears. A quiet sob escapes me as my blurred vision fixates on the drawer. I had promised myself I wouldn't go down this path again, but the pain becomes too overwhelming for me to bear. With trembling hands, I pull open the drawer, revealing a glimmering razor.

Hesitantly, I gently pick it up between my sweaty fingers, sliding my back down against the wall crying. I look at the sharp object delicately resting in my hand. I jump at the sound of another object being thrown downstairs followed by more screaming from my parents.

I lay the razor gently between my shaky fingers softly resting it up to my arm full of gentle scars now unnoticeable.

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry" I sob out between heavy cries as i slowly press a line into my arm, followed by another, and another, before dropping the blade onto the floor watching the blood slowly begin to tint my arm.

I rest my head back against the wall closing my eyes, finally feeling the relief i knew too well slowly wash through my body before letting out one last shaky breathe.

My mind snaps back into reality, jolted by the sound of my phone receiving a message. Blinking away the blur, I turn my attention towards the bathroom door, realizing that the chaos downstairs has subsided. How long have I been sitting here, lost in my thoughts? I glance down at my arm, its surface stained with a painful reminder. A grimace tugs at the corners of my lips as I lean over to retrieve my phone, which must have fallen to the floor during the turmoil.

Carefully picking up the device, I wipe away the tears that still linger on my cheeks. I unlock the screen to read the message that has interrupted my darkest moment. The notification reveals an unknown number, and my heart skips a beat.

11:56pm
i didn't have the balls to say this in person but i thought you should know i think you're really pretty ❤️ - tony

Fuck

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Sitting on my bed, I find myself staring at his message, my heart skipping a beat every time I read it. Does he truly think I'm pretty? Maybe he sent it to the wrong person? No, that can't be right. He was by my side all day yesterday.

A smile lights up my face as I excitedly scream into my pillow. He actually thinks I'm pretty? I think to myself for the 100th time. I get up and look into the mirror, feeling disappointed as usual with the reflection that stares back at me. The bags under my eyes appear darker than usual because I haven't slept, but I need to leave for the band event in an hour.

I let out a sigh and go to my drawers, picking out a simple baggy shirt, along with loose-fitting pants and some statement necklaces, along with my rings.

As I put on the clothes and glance back at the mirror, I notice the marks on my arm from last night. I had forgotten that I did that. With a heavy sigh, I take off my top and put on a simple long-sleeve one to wear underneath the baggy shirt.

"This will do, I guess," I mutter to myself. I sit at my desk, slipping on my shoes and applying my usual light coat of mascara and lip balm before heading downstairs to the kitchen, where I hear my mom cooking.

"Good morning, sweetheart. Would you like some eggs? We need to leave in about half an hour," she says, checking the time on her phone.

"No, I'm okay. I might walk there today, actually, if that's alright," I say, offering my mom a gentle smile.

"Oh," she responds, raising her eyebrows. "Yes, of course. Whatever you want to do," she says, sending me a soft smile before turning her attention back to the eggs.

Before I have a chance to respond or diffuse the sudden tension, the sound of footsteps reverberates through the house, signalling my dad's arrival. As he descends the stairs, the atmosphere undergoes a palpable shift. My mom's posture stiffens, her once relaxed demeanour replaced by an air of unease. Confusion clouds her eyes as she catches sight of me, still lingering in the living room.

"Well, off you go," she says curtly, her voice laced with a coldness that cuts through the warmth of the moment. Using her hand to shoo me out the door, she gives me a clear message that my presence is no longer welcome. A knot forms in my stomach, a mixture of disappointment and hurt settling within me.

My face instantly drops, and she gives me a slight look of sympathy saying she's sorry.

Without further ado, I swiftly walk out the door, slipping in my earphones. I press shuffle on my playlist, and "Jet Black Heart" by 5 Seconds of Summer begins to play—a song that holds a special place in my heart.

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Walking into the now familiar, spacious room, I find my spot next to the guy I met yesterday, Tony. The room is filled with anticipation and the hum of conversation.

"Hey, you," Tony says, his warm gaze directed towards me as I take my place beside him. His smile is genuine, reaching his eyes, and it instantly puts me at ease.

I return Tony's smile, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. Before any more silence settles in, Zach clears the awkward air with a throat-clearing sound.

"Welcome back for day 2, everyone!," Zach announces energetically, breaking the tension. "Since you already know your groups, you can just get started now if you like," he adds, ending his statement with a friendly smile before making his way into a separate room with his own group.

Tony stands up first, extending his hand towards me. With a hint of hesitation, I reach out and take his hand, feeling a sense of security as he effortlessly lifts me up as though I weigh nothing. His touch provides instant comfort, and he places his hand on my back, guiding me towards the room where we will be working.

The three of us settle down in a circle as Zayd prepares the instruments, creating an atmosphere brimming with musical possibilities.

"I actually started writing the song last night that we were thinking about yesterday," Tony says, his words snapping me out of my thoughts. I look at him with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. "I only have the first verse down, but I would love it if you would sing it for me," he continues, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

A rush of excitement and nervousness floods over me. "Yeah, of course. Do you have it written down?" I respond, trying my best to stay calm despite my heart skipping a beat. The fact that he wants me to sing his song fills me with both honour and a hint of self-doubt. What if I fuck it up? What if its good but I make him not like it?

Tony nods and pulls out a folded piece of paper, handing it to me. I carefully unfold it, revealing the handwritten lyrics. "You don't have to if you don't want to," he reassures me, sensing the uncertainty on my face.

Quickly, I shake my head in response. "No, I want to," I reply with a smile, watching his face light up in response. "You play guitar, yeah? Let's figure this out," I suggest, and Tony nods getting up, retrieving an acoustic guitar before sitting down in front of me again and tuning it.

I read the few lines of lyrics in my head repeatedly, allowing the words to sink in as I form a melody in my mind. As I look up, eager to begin, I notice that Tony is still tuning the guitar. Sensing the opportunity to contribute, I decide to seize the moment and craft the second verse to add to the song.

I feel like this song doesn't need a chorus to tell its story.

With a deep breath, I let the melody guide my thoughts, and the words begin to flow from within me. I weave together heartfelt lines that reflect the emotions swirling within my soul. The lyrics take shape, capturing the essence of the song and intertwining with Tony's existing words.

My ability to craft poignant lyrics swiftly has always been a talent of mine, a gift that allows me to express emotions in a profound and meaningful way. It's no surprise that Kellin, with his passion for music and song writing, often turns to me when he finds himself stuck in the creative process.

When I feel ready, I turn my attention back to Tony, finding him patiently waiting for me.

"You good to go?" he asks, his eyes filled with anticipation.

I nod, a mixture of excitement and nerves coursing through me. Tony counts down from three, and on the fourth count, he begins playing a simple four-chord tune. He glances back at me, signalling that it's my turn to start singing the words he has written down.

I take a breathe in before letting the words fall seamlessly off my tongue.

"I don't care If your beautiful lips exist out there because I'm wonderless
Why the best can't make it in Hollywood no more
It's like a long drag taken before the smoke hits the white sky Like the birds at night
And it's fake just like the movies, oh yeah"

I sing dragging out the last few words.

Tony gazes at me with a genuine, excited smile. Ready to pause his strumming, he begins to lift his hand from the guitar, but I quickly raise my finger, signalling him to continue playing. Confusion briefly furrows his brows, yet he trusts my decision and maintains the same four-chord progression.

With determination and conviction, I take a deep breath, embracing the opportunity to blend my words seamlessly with his melodies.

"And I can't wait just to see you again
And your two faces are locked on mine
Had the worst time chasing the thought away
No hope"

"Because maybe I'm a fake, maybe you're to blame Maybe I'm a star stumbling drunk like My mistakes I've made won't leave me alone, oh no"

I pause my singing, glancing at Tony, and to my surprise, he has the goofiest grin on his face. His excitement and encouragement are palpable in the air, fuelling my confidence and igniting a renewed creative fire within me.

"That's all I've got," I inform him, but he shakes his head with determination. "No, keep going. Make up something, I don't know. I want to hear you," he insists, his fingers continuing to strum the guitar with an infectious rhythm.

His choice of words instantly put butterflies in my stomach. I need to get my head out of the gutter oh my god. Knowing what he meant though, his words warm my heart, and a wide smile spreads across my face in response. I wait for my cue, the moment when my heart aligns with the melody and the lyrics flow naturally in my head. In that instant, I let go of any inhibitions, allowing my emotions to guide the words that escape my lips.

With a newfound sense of freedom, I begin to sing again, letting the melody carry me as I weave a tapestry of emotions, memories, and dreams. The words spill forth effortlessly, as if they were always meant to be expressed in this very moment.

"And if you don't find me on the front page
Find a way to say that you saw me
And if you don't find me in a movie
Find a way to say that you knew me"

As I meet Tony's gaze, his smile radiates warmth and enthusiasm, reflecting his genuine appreciation for the music we're creating together. Sensing the shift in his strumming, he subtly increases the tempo, creating a craving effect that adds a touch of urgency to the melody. Instinctively, I match my singing speed to the rhythm he's playing.

"And if you don't find me on a front page
Find a way to say that you saw me
And if you don't find me at all then I won't care"

As I near the conclusion of the song, Tony's strumming gets heavier, adding in a guitar breakdown before the end. It's as if he instinctively understands the emotional impact of the words and adjusts the tempo accordingly, allowing each chord to linger in the air.

I keep my gaze fixed on Tony, captivated by the way he plays the guitar with an unwavering passion, pouring his heart into each strum and chord. His music flows effortlessly, born from the depths of his soul. With closed eyes, his face tilts downward, lost in the moment, his mouth slightly ajar in a display of focused concentration.

I couldn't help but look at you in awe.

Several long seconds pass, and then, as if drawn by an invisible force, Tony slowly lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine, catching me admiring him. The intensity of his gaze sends a rush of warmth to my cheeks, causing a blush to grace both of our faces. It's a tender moment, a shared recognition of the connection we've formed through the music.

In this unspoken exchange, Tony subtly signals for me to bring the song to its conclusion. His eyes convey a mixture of encouragement and appreciation, letting me know that he trusts my ability to deliver the final lines.

With a gentle nod, I close my eyes, immersing myself in the music and lyrics, feeling their resonance deep within my being.

Before continuing with the rest of the lyrics, I seize a moment of musical spontaneity, allowing two simple words to escape my lips. I hold them, letting their resonance fill the room, as if time momentarily suspends itself in the ethereal sound. The lingering note carries the weight of anticipation, echoing in the silence.

"Oh yeah!"

The final lines escape my lips with an almost reverent hush, carrying the weight of my emotions. As I sing, I sense Tony's unwavering gaze upon me, his eyes never leaving my face.

With a surge of raw emotion, I unleash the last heavy lyrics, pouring my soul into each word.

"If I could find a place for the holiday"

I can feel Tony's gaze locked on my every move. His energy blends with mine, creating an electrifying atmosphere. I raise my voice, allowing it to soar through the air, each syllable reverberating with power.

"Maybe I would call, you're a payphone away"

As the final note approaches, time seems to stand still. I push myself to the limit, holding onto that last note, refusing to let it fade away. The strain in my vocal cords is tangible, but I persist, determined to leave a lasting impression.

"From the mess that I've become
I'm destroying what I love"

With an unwavering resolve, I finally release the note, allowing it to hang in the air for a brief moment.

I open my eyes, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, and a genuine smile spreads across my face. Glancing up at Tony, I find him mirroring my elation with an equally radiant expression. Before we can even exchange a word, the room erupts with a deafening applause, filling the air with a symphony of appreciation.

Startled by the sudden wave of sound reverberating through the spacious room, I can't help but jump slightly. As I scan the surroundings, my eyes widen in amazement. The other bands that were once in their own rooms earlier are now gathered around us, their faces filled with awe, looking directly at Tony and me. How long have they been standing there?

Locked in that mesmerizing moment, I turn my gaze back to Tony, his infectious grin still intact. To my surprise and delight, I realize that he is not only sharing in the applause but also clapping for me, a heartfelt gesture of camaraderie and admiration.

In that instance, amidst the sea of applause and the proud gazes of fellow musicians, a sense of unity and mutual respect fills the air. It's a powerful reminder that we are all part of something greater, a community bound by our shared love for music and the magic it creates.

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After an exhilarating six-hours of working on the instrumental part of Tony and I's new song, we find ourselves leaving the building, still buzzing with the energy of our impromptu performance. Grateful that someone had the foresight to record our musical collaboration, we were able to capture every lyric, every note that resonated with our souls.

As we step outside, basking in the afterglow of our shared musical journey Tony spoke up.

"Your voice is truly amazing. The way you sing with so much passion is absolutely incredible, and the fact you sung with your heart when making up lyrics was just something else. You truly are talented Laura" Tony's heartfelt words of praise catch me off guard. The sincerity in his voice sends a delightful shiver down my spine.

I look at him, speechless, my cheeks flushing with a rosy hue. The unfamiliarity of genuine compliments leaves me momentarily at a loss for words.

Summoning my courage, I manage to whisper a soft "thank you," my voice betraying a mix of bashfulness and gratitude. It's a vulnerable moment, as if the weight of Tony's kind words has unlocked a hidden part of myself, instilling a newfound confidence in my abilities.

Just as I prepare to bid farewell and venture on my own path, Tony surprises me by reaching out and gently taking my hand in his. The warmth of his touch and the genuine tenderness in his eyes reassure me.

"Can I take you somewhere?" His question, accompanied by a soft smile, sparks curiosity and intrigue within me.

"Um, yeah, okay. Where are we headed?" I inquire, curiosity tingling in my voice.

A subtle smirk dances across Tony's lips as he holds my hand, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "You'll soon find out," he responds, a hint of playfulness in his tone. With my hand still in his, he leads me towards his car, effortlessly opening the door for me before hurrying to the driver's side.

As Tony starts the car's engine, a sense of anticipation intertwines with the gentle hum of the vehicle. I settle into the comfortable seat, my heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and wonder. Glancing at Tony, I catch a glimpse of his focused expression as he manoeuvres the car onto the road, our destination remaining a delightful mystery.

"Feel free to connect your phone to the car's Bluetooth and play whatever you want," he says warmly.

I nod in agreement, swiftly linking my phone to the car's audio system. With a gentle touch, I activate shuffle mode on my playlist, and the sweet melody of "If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn" by my best friends' band gracefully fills the air.

With the wind caressing our faces and the rhythmic sounds of the passing scenery, a sense of adventure fills the air. I find myself eagerly surrendering to the journey, allowing the anticipation to build with each passing mile. The road stretches out before us, holding the promise of new experiences and unknown destinations, all shared between two kindred spirits connected by a shared love for music and an unspoken bond.

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As an hour passes, our conversations and laughter fill the car, creating an atmosphere of pure joy. The sun begins its descent, casting a warm golden glow on everything around us.

I take a moment to look out the window and absorb the breath taking scenery that surrounds us—a picturesque dirt road winding through a forest, painting a scene straight out of a fairy tale.

Breaking the comfortable silence, Tony's voice breaks through, "We have arrived, ma' lady." He turns off the engine, and we sit there, captivated by the beauty that envelops us.

Playfully, I quip, "Is this the part where you tell me you're an axe murderer and then you brutally stab me or something?" I glance over at him, expecting a teasing response. To my delight, he responds with a mischievous smile, assuring me of his harmless nature.

"Don't tempt me," he jokingly retorts, playfully teasing. Without missing a beat, he opens his door and steps out of the car. Intrigued, I follow suit, gently closing the door behind me and picking up the pace to catch up with him.

It's amazing how quickly a connection can form, even within a short span of time. It's crazy to think how just yesterday we were quiet and shy around each other, yet today it feels like I've known him my whole life.

Out of curiosity, my hand hesitantly reaches out to hold his colourfully patterned one, my fingertips grazing his palm. Carefully, I observe his body language, looking for any signs of tension or discomfort. However, to my surprise, as our hands connect, it becomes evident that his body is remarkably at ease. A wave of warmth and reassurance washes over me, and I can't help but feel a sense of connection in that simple touch.

His fingers gently intertwine with mine, creating a subtle but tangible bond between us. In this moment, the world around us fades into the background, and it feels as if time stands still. The anticipation of what lies ahead and the underlying current of attraction between us intertwine, creating an electrifying energy that lingers in the air.

With a newfound sense of comfort, I instinctively match his pace, our steps aligning harmoniously as we navigate the surroundings together. The soft crunch of leaves under our feet and the gentle whispers of the rustling trees form a natural symphony, accompanying our silent journey through this enchanting forest as he guides the way.

We continue walking in comfortable silence, with me stealing brief glances at him every now and then, captivated by his soft features. I try my best to be discreet, hoping he doesn't notice my lingering admiration, as it would certainly be awkward.

Lost in my thoughts, my reverie is abruptly interrupted as he takes a sharp turn, catching me off guard. My feet stumble over themselves, and for a split second, it feels like I'm about to fall flat on my arse, bringing potential fucking embarrassment along with it. But just in the nick of time, he reaches out, his hand swiftly wrapping around my arm, steadying me and preventing my fall.

I wince as his grip tightens on my arm to hold me steady. Feeling the faint remnants of a blade against my skin sting a little, I lean slightly against him, I pray that he doesn't catch sight of the brief flash of pain etched upon my face.

I look up at him, a mix of relief and embarrassment washes over me, my cheeks instantly flushing with a rosy hue. His soft chuckle fills the air, tickling my ears, and I can't help but feel a blend of appreciation and slight mortification. My gaze averts downward, focusing on the ground momentarily, as I regain my composure.

"Sorry," I say awkwardly, my attempt to conceal the smile tugging at the corners of my lips fails as I look up at him.

"Perhaps if you redirected your attention from staring at me and paid more attention to where we were going, you wouldn't have tripped," he playfully teases, his voice laced with amusement. The sound of his laughter echoes in my ears, sending a delightful shiver down my spine.

I mentally scold myself for my lack of focus, hoping my momentary clumsiness hasn't spoiled the magic of the moment.

"I was definitely not looking at you, actually. I was, um..." I glance around, searching for a plausible excuse. "The trees look great today, don't you think?" I say, hoping he would let it go and save us from the awkwardness.

"Uh huh, I'm sure you were definitely staring at the trees. Like they don't look like this every day," he replies, playfully nudging me with a smirk.

"Come on," he says, his touch gentle as he takes hold of my hand once more, leading us away from the beaten track and deeper into the enchanting embrace of the forest.

"Oh, so you're definitely an axe murderer," I half-joke, glancing back to see us walking in the middle of nowhere, with the track now completely out of sight behind us.

He shakes his head, his amusement evident as a soft chuckle escapes his lips. The sunlight filtering through the leaves casts a playful glow on his face, showing the slight freckles that are scattered across his cheeks.

"You know," I tease, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in my eyes, "it would have been far more convenient for you to kill me back at the car."

His gaze meets mine, a mixture of amusement and warmth in his eyes. "Ah, but where's the fun in that?" he responds, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness. "Dragging you through the depths of this forest, finding the perfect spot to leave you... It adds a touch of adventure, don't you think?"

A playful smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I playfully nudge him. "Well, aren't I lucky to have such an imaginative kidnapper," I reply, unable to hide my own amusement.

A playful glint dances in his eyes as he tries to conceal his amused smile, his finger lightly tapping against his chin in a of deep contemplation. My smile widens in anticipation, wondering what witty remark he has in store.

"Actually, now that I've come to think of it," he begins, his voice tinged with mock seriousness, "seeing as you've clearly already developed Stockholm Syndrome so quickly during my mere two-hour-long kidnapping adventure, it would be incredibly impolite of me to cross you off my list so soon, don't you agree?" He adds with a change of a posh accent. His gaze descends upon me, a playful challenge awaiting my response.

Laughter bubbles up within me, mingling with a mix of relief and delight at the unexpected turn our conversation has taken. "Well, I must say, you do have a point there," I reply, mimicking the posh accent, evident in my voice. "I suppose it would be a shame to cut our newfound bond short. After all, who needs a conventional captor when they can have a captor with a twisted sense of humour?"

Our shared laughter blends harmoniously with the natural symphony of the forest, melding our playful exchange into the fabric of this peculiar journey.

Our banter intertwines with the rustling of leaves as we continue our journey deeper into the unknown, forging a bond that transcends the absurdity of the situation.

As we continue our journey, a peaceful silence settles between us, the rustling of leaves serving as our sole companion. Suddenly, Tony comes to an abrupt stop, causing me to unintentionally bump into him. Confusion paints my expression until I follow his gaze, my eyes widening in awe.

Before us lies a picturesque scene—a serene river stream adorned with smooth rocks, and a gentle cascade of water forming a miniature waterfall on the left. The sunlight, now beginning its descent in the sky, casts its golden rays upon the water's surface. It's a magical sight as the reflection of the water dances with rainbow-like hues, shimmering and captivating our senses.

I stand there, spellbound by the beauty unfolding before me, a sense of gratitude washing over me for this unexpected discovery. Wordlessly, we both immerse ourselves in the tranquillity of the moment, finding solace in the symphony of nature and the kaleidoscope of colours gracing the stream.

"Wow," I say, my voice filled with awe as I gaze at the breath taking scenery before us, my senses captivated by the beauty of nature.

"Come here and get on my back," he suggests, seemingly unaffected by my statement.

In an instant, a pang of self-consciousness washes over me, causing my expression to falter, hoping he didn't notice. Deep down, I wrestle with my insecurities, not wanting him to feel the weight I carry both physically and emotionally. With uncertainty lingering, I shake my head gently, mustering the courage to decline his offer. "No, I'll walk," I reply, my voice tinged with hesitation, unsure if my decision stems from the desire to prove my independence or the fear of vulnerability.

But he immediately picks up on my unspoken insecurity, his perceptive gaze capturing the vulnerability written across my face. With a gentle yet earnest tone, he reassures me, "Lou, I can carry you without any hesitation. You're literally teeny tiny to me, and you'll feel as light as a feather. Trust me, it's just to get across the water." His eyes lock with mine, genuine concern and sincerity shining through.

I find myself momentarily taken aback by his understanding and kindness. The weight of my insecurities seems to lessen, replaced by a flicker of trust blossoming within me. His words resonate, reminding me that vulnerability doesn't always have to be burdensome, especially in the presence of someone willing to support and uplift. With a hesitant but grateful smile, I finally nod, accepting his offer to carry me, knowing deep down that it's an opportunity to embrace trust and let go of my self-doubt, even if just for a
moment.

As I prepare myself to jump onto his back, ready to accept his offer, I am taken aback when he swiftly scoops me up bridal-style. My surprise lingers in the air as I find myself securely cradled in his arms, his strength evident yet gentle, and a sense of exhilaration courses through me.

The ease with which he effortlessly lifts me catches me off guard, and any lingering doubts or insecurities melt away in that instant. His unwavering confidence and unwavering support leave me feeling safe and cared for. The trust I had mustered a moment ago amplifies, solidifying our connection as we embark on this unconventional journey together.

With a mixture of surprise and a growing smile, I settle into his hold, allowing myself to enjoy the sensation of weightlessness. The touch of his arms against my skin, the closeness between us, creates a sense of intimacy that surpasses the physical. In this unanticipated embrace, I can't help but appreciate the way he effortlessly carries me, erasing any trace of self-consciousness or doubt.

He carries us across the water stream with careful steps, maintaining his balance effortlessly as if we were a seamless duo. As we reach the opposite bank, he lowers me gently, allowing my feet to meet the solid ground once more. A sense of relief washes over me, knowing that his support was unwavering throughout.

"See? Easy," he says, a warm smile gracing his face as he looks down at me, reassuring me of his capabilities. I return the smile, feeling a sense of gratitude for his unwavering presence and the safety he provided in that moment.

We find ourselves settling down on the soft grass, side by side, as a serene silence envelops us. The tranquil melody of the flowing water and the sweet symphony of birdsong above fill the air, creating a harmonious backdrop to our shared respite. It's in this serene moment that we find solace, appreciating the simple beauty of nature's embrace and the peaceful connection we've forged along the way.

As we sit there, the gentle touch of his shoulder against mine provides a comforting anchor. I find solace in the rhythm of his breathing, each rise and fall a reminder of his presence and the safety he exudes.

Nervously, my gaze shifts downwards, my fingers fidgeting with one another as my heart races with vulnerability. The question that has been weighing on my mind since the previous night finally finds its way to my lips, escaping in a soft whisper.

"Do you actually think I'm pretty?" I ask, the words barely audible as they hang in the air, laden with a mix of hope and insecurity.

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and now we are left on a cliff hanger. you're welcome :)

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As we sit there, the gentle touch of his shoulder against mine provides a comforting anchor. I find solace in the rhythm of his breathing, each rise and fall a reminder of his presence and the safety he exudes.

Nervously, my gaze shifts downwards, my fingers fidgeting with one another as my heart races with vulnerability. The question that has been weighing on my mind since the previous night finally finds its way to my lips, escaping in a soft whisper.

"Do you actually think I'm pretty?" I ask, the words barely audible as they hang in the air, laden with a mix of hope and insecurity.

Tony's sudden change in demeanour catches me off guard, and a wave of uncertainty washes over me. As he lowers his head, his eyes meet mine, but the expression on his face is unreadable. It's as if a veil has been drawn across his emotions, leaving me questioning the authenticity of the text he sent me last night.

My heart sinks as I begin to doubt the sincerity of his words. The realization hits me hard, and a pang of sadness resonates within me. In that moment, it feels like a fragment of hope shatters, scattering the pieces of my fragile optimism. I've always struggled with my self-image, feeling undeserving of compliments or affection. Tony's text had offered a glimmer of hope, a brief respite from the self-doubt that plagues me, but now it seems that hope is slipping away once again.

A familiar voice in my head reinforces the negative narrative I've carried for so long, reminding me that I'm not conventionally pretty or desirable. It reinforces the notion that someone finding me attractive or seeing my worth is too good to be true.

As tears well up in my eyes, my vision blurs, and the ache in my heart intensifies. Familiar waves of self-doubt crash over me, threatening to engulf my fragile sense of self-worth. In that moment, it feels foolish to have ever entertained the notion that someone as remarkable as Tony could genuinely care for someone like me.

"Oh," I manage to choke out in a trembling whisper, my voice betraying the vulnerability that consumes me. Tony's gaze remains fixed ahead, his brows furrowed in deep contemplation. An overwhelming silence envelops us, leaving me feeling adrift and unsure of how to navigate this emotional storm. I find myself desperately trying to suppress the tremors in my breath, hoping to maintain a semblance of composure.

"It's not just the fact that you clearly don't think you're beautiful that hurts me," he says, Suddenly, his words jolt me out of my despair, making my eyes snap back up to him in shock.

shaking his head with a mixture of frustration and concern. "What actually hurts me is that you fail to see the captivating essence that radiates from within you. The way you light up a room with your smile, the genuine kindness that emanates from your every action, and the warmth that fills anyone fortunate enough to be in your presence. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes Laura, maybe only then you might realize how breathtakingly beautiful you are."

My body freezes in response to his words, struggling to fully absorb the weight and significance of what he is expressing. Before I can gather my thoughts and find my voice, Tony interrupts the silence once again, his words carrying a tinge of frustration tinged with genuine concern.

"No one needs to spend a significant amount of time with you to see just how beautiful you are, Lou," he says, the annoyance in his tone betraying the impact my self-doubt has had on him. "Even the guys in the stupid band thing can't help but turn their fucking heads to catch a glimpse off you whenever you walk into the room."

The realization that Tony has noticed the attention I often dismiss or misinterpret sends shockwaves through my core. It's as if he's peering into a part of my reality I've never truly acknowledged. As I process his words, he continues, his voice softer now, laced with vulnerability and a hint of wistfulness.

"I brought you to this place because it reminded me of you," he reveals, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "I used to seek solace here, escaping from the chaos of my own life. But somehow, I had forgotten about it until last night. The way you reacted, instantly captivated by the beauty of our surroundings, is the way I felt when I first saw you sitting beside me. yesterday"

His voice trails off, almost as if he's speaking more to himself than to me. I can sense a certain trepidation in his demeanour as he averts his gaze, shielding his face from my view. The air between us crackles with uncertainty and a longing for understanding.

In a state of disbelief, I sit there, absorbing his words, his unwavering belief in my beauty. While doubt still lingers within me, there is an undeniable curiosity compelling me to hear more, to delve deeper into his thoughts. Silently, I wait, eager for Tony to continue.

A small, affectionate smile graces Tony's lips, accentuating the warmth in his eyes, as he begins speaking once more. "Don't tell Kellin this, but the dude does not shut the fuck up about you," he confesses, meeting my gaze with a twinkle of amusement dancing in his eyes. His laughter spills out, a gentle melody that fills the air, before he redirects his focus ahead.

As his words settle into the depths of my heart, I find myself unable to contain the surge of emotions that wash over me. A mixture of joy and nostalgia intertwines within me, a cold tear escapes, making its way down my cheek. It's a tear brimming with the affection and cherished memories shared with Kellin, reminding me of the bond we've formed over time.

Feeling a mix of vulnerability and anticipation, I pull my legs to my chest, cradling myself in a protective embrace. Resting my cheek against my knees, I position myself to have an unobstructed view of Tony's face, eager to catch every fleeting emotion that dances across his features. With a small, tender smile playing on my lips, I find solace in the delicate intricacies of his expressions.

"When we were working on 'King for a Day' and Vic suggested having Kellin on the song, I'll be honest, I wasn't too thrilled about it," Tony admits, his honesty resonating with me. "Nothing against him though, it just felt strange to invite someone else into our creative process, someone who wasn't just the three of us. It wasn't personal, but it felt...different."

Tony's gaze softens as his tone shifts, infused with a mixture of fondness and surprise. "But every time we crossed paths with Kellin, he never failed to mention you," he continues, a genuine warmth colouring his words.

"I found myself very drawn to those conversations, wanting to hear what else he had to say about you. And when he mentioned that you were going to be part of the band program, it gave me the perfect opportunity to try and understand why he held you in such high regard. And the second you walked into that room, I understood instantly why he talks so highly of you."

A brief pause hangs in the air, tension mingling with curiosity, as Tony's smile fades, replaced by a flicker of confusion.

As Tony pours out his thoughts, a mixture of vulnerability and bewilderment takes hold of the air around us. I'm captivated, hanging on to every word.

"But what scares me," he confesses quietly, his voice laced with a trace of uncertainty, "is that the moment I touched your hand yesterday, when I could see that you weren't okay, In that instant, I felt a profound sense of ease wash over me. It was as if, for the first time in years, I caught a glimpse of a future where everything might just be okay, you know?"

His words echo in the space between us, carrying the weight of his revelation. The magnitude of his emotions intertwines with my own, creating a tapestry of unspoken longing and hope. Tony's confusion becomes palpable as he struggles to comprehend the intensity of his feelings.A flicker of urgency dances in his eyes as he continues, his words pouring forth like a rushing stream.

"You've made me feel so many things I've never felt before in such a short amount of time. I'm so drawn to you, Laura, like I just can't keep away from you. You make me feel like I can breathe again," his voice rises with a mix of surprise and awe.

The intensity of his confession resonates deeply within me, stirring dormant emotions and kindling a spark of exhilaration. I am moved by the profound impact we have had on each other in such a short time. As his words hang in the air, a shared understanding takes hold, enveloping us in a newfound connection.

A radiant smile spreads across my face, reflecting the joy and wonder that fills my heart. "These past 24 hours have been nothing short of magical for me as well," I confess, my voice carrying a gentle resonance. "You make me feel seen, accepted, and cherished for who I truly am. It's as if being in your presence allows me to embrace my authentic self without fear or reservation."

I felt exactly the same way as you tone. I really did.

His expression becomes a canvas of emotions, silently begging for answers that may lie within my own experiences.

"but tony" I say in a slight whisper looking to the ground.

Before I have a chance to utter another word, a deafening clap of thunder reverberates through the atmosphere, accompanied by a sudden downpour. I gasp in surprise as the heavy raindrops pelt against my skin, their cool touch electrifying my senses. With a wide, genuine smile adorning my face, I turn to Tony, only to find him mirroring my expression.

In an instant, he springs to his feet, instinctively taking hold of my hand and pulling me up alongside him. Together, we dash through the cascading curtain of water, our laughter harmonizing with the rhythmic pitter-patter of raindrops. The world around us becomes a blur of blurred colours and shimmering droplets as we navigate the stream of water to the other side, our shared joy illuminating the grey sky.

In this moment, time loses its grip on us as we surrender to the pure exhilaration of being drenched by the rain. Every care and worry dissipates, washed away by the torrential downpour. The sheer freedom and childlike abandon that accompanies our laughter create an indelible

memory, a cherished snapshot of a fleeting, blissful moment.

As we emerge on the other side quickly, rushing under a tree, breathless and soaked to the bone, our laughter lingers in the air, mingling with the scent of rain-kissed earth. Our eyes meet, sparkling with a newfound connection forged in the midst of this whimsical escapade. And in that shared glance, I understand that the beauty of this moment lies not only in the joyful abandon of our laughter but also in the unspoken promise of more adventures yet to come.

As Tony's laughter blends with the drumming raindrops, he glances around, his eyes scanning our surroundings. A playful grin tugs at the corners of his lips, adding a spark of mischief to his expression. "That came out of nowhere, huh?" he remarks, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Caught in the moment, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty, I meet his gaze, momentarily entranced by the warmth radiating from him. "Yeah," I whisper softly, my voice barely audible, as I find myself unable to tear my gaze away from his serene, captivating features.

In that suspended moment, the air crackles with an unspoken tension, and instinctively, Tony leans closer, his gaze flickering with a newfound intensity. The world around us seems to fade into insignificance as anticipation swirls in the space between us, creating an electric charge that begs for release.

The rain intensifies my senses, heightening sensitivity, while his touch that i just so crave, lingers just inches away.

As our lips draw closer, a wave of memories and insecurities floods my mind, reminding me of Kai. I suddenly become aware of what is happening, and the familiar doubts resurface.

Although I've had a few relationships after Kai, he remains the only man I've ever kissed. Regrettably, he betrayed that vulnerability. I've made it a priority to never allow myself to be taken advantage of again. I don't kiss. not after what happened, and I can't help but mentally curse at myself for letting my guard down so profoundly. But it felt so easy with you Tony.

Just try..

As Tony leans in closer, our lips just seconds apart, I step back hesitantly, my heart aching in slight regret.

In this tempest of conflicting feelings, I find the strength to choke out the words, "I can't, I'm sorry," my voice both a whisper and a plea.

Tony doesn't question anything, which I'm thankful for. He gives me a reassuring smile, bringing me towards his chest, wrapping his arms around me. I feel safe in his embrace.

In my childhood, attention was never a thing, and because of this, I developed a tendency to become deeply attached to people at a rapid pace. Unfortunately, this left me struggling to form lasting friendships, as I was known as annoying by those around me. While Tony hasn't entered my life yet, the mere thought of losing him fills me with an overwhelming fear.

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short and shit but we had to get it out of the way

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It has been a week since Tony attempted to kiss me, even though i said no, life has taken a delightful turn. I can't remember the last time I felt this genuinely happy. Being with him elicits emotions I never knew existed, making me feel alive and truly understood.

In the span of this week, we've embarked on a creative journey, pouring our hearts into two captivating songs. The first, titled "Six Feet Under," was a creation born from my own introspection, weaving together tender lyrics with a soft, melodic embrace. It captures the essence of vulnerability and introspection, resonating with the depths of our emotions.

The second song, "One Hundred Sleepless Nights," was a collaborative effort between the 3 guys. The guys, masters of crafting emotionally charged ballads, brought forth their expertise in writing poignant, heart-wrenching lyrics, as well as adding a cool melody to go with it.

The synergy between our individual strengths has resulted in a harmonious blend of musical expression. Our songs capture the full spectrum of human experience, from the bittersweet longing of "Six Feet Under" to the cathartic release found in "One Hundred Sleepless Nights." Each melody and lyric carries the weight of our shared emotions, allowing us to connect with each other on a musical level.

As I slip into comfortable clothes, preparing to wind down for bed, my phone disrupts the tranquility with its persistent ringing.

"For fuck's sake," I sigh loudly, walking over to my phone. His name illuminates the screen, causing my heart to skip a beat before I answer.

"Hey, Tony," I say, a smile involuntarily spreading across my face.

"Hey. Come outside," he says, his voice carrying a playful tone. I glance at the time, seeing that its 12:09 AM.

"Do you have any idea what time it is? My parents will kill me," I whisper-yell, the worry creeping into my voice.

"Then don't let them catch you," he teases, before abruptly ending the call.

I stare at my phone, now devoid of his presence, contemplating the potential consequences if I were to get caught. But in that moment, the allure of adventure and the promise of spending time with Tony outweigh any lingering doubts. Without further hesitation, I hastily throw on a hoodie and track pants, silently navigating the hallways as I make my way towards the front door. Each step carrying a mix of excitement and temptation.

With a sense of accomplishment, I manage to slip out of the door without encountering any distractions. As I step outside, my eyes are immediately drawn to Tony's car parked just in front of my house. A smile plays on my lips as I approach, opening the door on the passenger side and sliding inside. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops me, instantly bringing a wave of comfort and familiarity. It's a scent that has become synonymous with him, a fragrance that triggers a rush of emotions and memories. In that moment, as the scent lingers in the air, I can't help but feel a sense of warmth and anticipation for the adventure that awaits us.

"Where are we going?" I inquire, curiosity piqued, as he hands me his phone filled with numerous music options to choose from.

"That's a surprise," he responds, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, as he drives off towards the mystery location. I return his smile before selecting "I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor" by The Arctic Monkeys to set the mood.

We continue our journey in a comfortable silence, the soft melodies of the song providing a soothing backdrop. There's always been something enchanting about driving at night, as if the world is cloaked in a magical aura.

Suddenly, Tony's unexpected question snaps me out of my reverie. "Have you ever been high, Laura?" he asks, catching me off guard.

"High as in off the ground high, or high as in smoking high?" I respond, turning to face him.

"Smoking high," he clarifies, a hint of amusement in his eyes, before refocusing his attention on the road.

"Nope, I haven't," I reply, shaking my head slightly.

"Never?" he questions, glancing back at me briefly.

"Never," I confirm, confused as to where he's going with this.

"Do you want to get high with me?" he asks, curiosity evident in his gaze.

I pause for a moment, contemplating the possibilities and potential risks. But then, a sense of adventure and spontaneity takes over. What harm could a little fun bring?

"Sure, why not?" I reply, shrugging my shoulders with a smile as we arrive at our destination.

As we step out of the car, the sight of the vast ocean stretches out before us. The cold breeze brushes against my sensitive skin as we make our way towards the sandy shore.

"Why the beach?" I inquire, genuinely curious.

"I don't know, it just seems peaceful, don't you think?" he muses.

I chuckle, a hint of nervousness lingering in my voice. "Actually, I have a really big fear of the ocean, so don't expect me to go anywhere near the water."

He raises an eyebrow, genuinely interested. "Why the ocean?"

"Every time I've tried to venture into it, it triggers panic attacks," I explain, shrugging my shoulders.

"Huh," he acknowledges, his curiosity piqued. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a ziplock bag containing a joint. "Do you know how to do it?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

I shake my head, admitting my inexperience. He nods in understanding. "I'll show you," he offers, moving closer in front of me. "Have you ever had a cigarette?" he questions.

"Yeah, I have them sometimes when I'm stressed," I respond, nonchalantly shrugging my shoulders.

"Okay, well, it's basically the same thing, except the smoke is a bit thicker," he explains, his voice tinged with a hint of excitement. I nod, absorbing the information. He takes out a lighter, placing the joint between his lips as he ignites it, inhaling the smoke before blowing it out between us as he coughs slightly. "Come closer" he says, pulling me closer to him.

Now standing face-to-face, he holds the joint between his fingers and offers it to me. Leaning forward, I wrap my lips around it, inhaling cautiously. Instantly, a fit of coughing overtakes me.

"Maldito infierno, it's nothing like a cigarette, you liar," I manage to say amidst the coughs, while he chuckles in response.

"Sorry, I forgot to mention that you probably shouldn't inhale as deeply as you would with a cigarette," he explains, a playful smile gracing his lips.

I smile back at him once my coughing subsides. "Now what?" I inquire, curious about what comes next.

"Well, since it's your first time and you really inhaled that stuff, I'm not going to let you have any more. But give it about 10 minutes, and you'll probably be either crying or laughing uncontrollably," he says with a mischievous grin.

And he was absolutely right.

Ten minutes later, we find ourselves lying on the sand, our heads thrown back in fits of laughter. And what are we laughing at, you may ask? Absolutely nothing. We're just laughing. For no reason at all. Nothing has happened, but for some reason, we just can't stop. After 5 minutes we both finally calm down, now just enjoying each others company.

"How do you say 'stars' in Mexican?" he asks, turning his head towards me. I look at him, lightly confused by his choice of words.

"'In Mexican'?" I ask in confusion, an amused smile arises in my lips.

"You know what I mean," he replies, rolling his eyes smiling as he redirects his gaze back to the stars above. Following his line of sight, I too look up at the night sky.

"Estrellas," I say, responding to his question.

"Hmm?" he turns his attention back to me.

"Estrellas. That's how you say 'stars' in Spanish," I explain softly.

"Estrellas," he repeats, looking back up at the sky.

"Do you know any words?" I ask, still gazing at the stars.

"I have an app on my phone that I use sometimes. The other day, I learned 'escuela,'" he says.

"Oh, cool. And what does that mean?" I inquire, curious about his Spanish abilities.

"It's like a..." he pauses, pondering for a moment. "It's like a dog. A big dog," he explains, using his hands to indicate the size of a dog. I look away, trying to stifle a laugh, but he catches on. "What?" he asks, smiling with a confused expression.

"No, nothing," I respond, clearing my throat. "You're doing well. So well, actually. You were so, so close. Very close," I say, struggling to hold back a laugh, clearing my throat again.

"Laura, what?" he asks, drawing out the last word.

"It means 'school,' Tony. 'Escuela' means 'school,'" I say, pursing my lips and looking at him. He gazes at me for a moment before shifting his gaze away.

"Well, the app must be stupid then, or your Spanish is broken because that's not what it told me," he remarks matter-of-factly.

"Uh huh. I'm sure, Tony. I'm sure," I say, smiling before letting out a yawn and resting my head on his shoulder.

"Are you tired?" he asks, looking down at me. I nod slightly. "Do you want me to take you home?" he adds, but I shake my head.

"No, stay here for a bit," I say, but before I know it, I've drifted off to sleep.

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I actually do have a massive fucking fear of the ocean lmao

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As I opened my eyes, I immediately realized I was in an unfamiliar bed. The walls were adorned with an array of band posters, while three electric guitars were proudly displayed on the wall and another three acoustic guitars stood on guitar stands in the corner. I shifted my gaze and found Tony sitting against the headboard, engrossed in his phone.

He noticed my movement and met my gaze, offering a gentle smile. "Good morning," he greeted softly.

I hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to ask, pointing between us, "did we, like?" Confusion flickered across his face before he comprehended my question. 

His eyes widened slightly as he reassured me, "Oh, no, we didn't do anything. Don't worry." He said shyly, offering a faint smile, and a wave of relief washed over me, prompting a reciprocal smile as I nodded in response.

"Okay, that's good," I replied, glancing down at my hands. While sitting in awkward silence, I gather my thoughts, before I look back up at him. "Would you be able to take me to Kellin's, by any chance?" I ask.

"Sure, of course," he readily agrees. "Would you like to have breakfast first?"

I shake my head and respond with a grateful smile, "No, I'm okay. Thank you, though." As he acknowledges my response with a nod, he rises from the bed, revealing his attire of track pants and no shirt. A blush creeps onto my cheeks as I gather myself and sit against the bedhead. I watch him move to his closet, selecting a shirt and a pair of plain black skinny jeans. I find myself admiring the way the colourful ink adorns his body, tracing captivating patterns across his skin.

"Do you need a shirt or something to change into?" he asks, a slight smirk playing on his lips. It's evident that he's aware of my gaze. I glance down at my hands, feeling my face flush, but I try to conceal it.

"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks," I reply, attempting to suppress a smile. He nods, grabbing a shirt and handing it to me. 

I raise my eyebrows slightly, looking at him, and he seems momentarily confused.

"Oh, right. Sorry," he says with a smile, quickly turning around to give me some privacy. I swiftly remove my shirt and unfold the one Tony handed me. When I look up, I catch Tony attempting to sneak a peek.

"Hey!" I exclaim, giggling as I throw my shirt at him. "No peeking yet, Mr. Perry," I playfully remark.

"Yet?" he feigns confusion, his smile evident in his voice.

"Yet," I confirm shyly. I hurriedly put on his shirt, immediately taking in his scent and make my way to the bathroom, swiftly shutting the door behind me. 

Staring into the mirror, I'm taken aback by the fact that I don't look as terrible as I expected. Just incredibly tired, perhaps. It's as if I haven't slept in ages, a good 60 years or so. Except I had just experienced the best sleep of honestly, probably my entire life. Perhaps it was the result of the exhilarating midnight adventure we embarked upon. 

Memories of that impromptu escapade flooded my mind, filling me with a sense of exhilaration and contentment. The adrenaline coursing through my veins during our late-night journey had left me with a profound sense of fulfillment, allowing me to drift off into a blissful slumber. A smile graces my lips as I reflect on those cherished memories, recalling the serene image of Tony gazing up at the stars. Or estrellas, as he learned last night. It was a sight that etched itself into my mind—his expression filled with a sense of wonder and awe. I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth,

 Hoping to appear more awake, I splash cool water on my face from the sink, hoping it will refresh my tired features. Using my fingers, I run them through my hair, attempting to tame any unruly strands, and straighten my clothes, ensuring everything looks presentable. Finally, feeling a bit more put together, I walk back out towards tony's room.

"Ready to go?" he asks, moving around his room and pocketing some items. I nod and offer a smile as I watch him frantically search for something, tossing things around in his quest.

"What are you looking for?" I ask, raising my eyebrows inquisitively.

"My fucking guitar pick. We're recording a song today, and it just disappears out of thin air, and you never see it again," he grumbles, peering under the bed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a green pick sitting casually on his nightstand. "This one?" I say, picking it up and examining it. He walks over to see it in my hand.

"Where the fuck did you find it?" he asks, looking down at me.

"On the nightstand," I reply, letting out a small giggle.

He glances over to the nightstand, then back at me, shaking his head. "I swear it wasn't there before," he insists, pointing at it. I laugh softly as he takes the pick from my hand, our fingers brushing ever so slightly. A flutter of butterflies dances in my stomach, but I attempt to conceal any evidence by walking towards the door.

I step outside, finding myself standing next to his car, patiently waiting for him to complete whatever he was occupied with inside. The cool breeze brushes against my skin, rustling my hair gently as I anticipate our departure. Finally, he emerges, sliding into the driver's seat and starting the car. With a customary gesture, he hands me his phone, allowing me to choose a playlist for our journey. I tap on the screen, selecting shuffle mode, and the soulful melody of "Use Somebody" by Kings of Leon fills the car's interior as we set off towards Kellin's house. The rhythmic beats and heartfelt lyrics create an ambiance that matches the passing scenery, weaving a soundtrack to our shared adventure.

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As we approach Kellin's house, a surge of excitement rushes through me, making each step feel lighter. It feels like an eternity since I last saw him, and the anticipation of our reunion fills me with joy. 

"Is he even home?" Tony asks looking around.

"He's never not home" I say smiling knowingly.

Taking a quick glance around to ensure our privacy, I spot the key hidden under the doormat—a location that always struck me as the least secure hiding spot. Nonetheless, I retrieve the key, feeling its cool metal in my hand. With a gentle turn, I unlock the door, careful to minimize any noise. We both Step inside, I quietly close the door behind us, preserving the serenity of the moment and the element of surprise that awaits Kellin.

The atmosphere inside Kellin's house is unusually hushed, the silence seeming to envelop every corner. However, the tranquility is interrupted by a faint melody emanating from the bathroom. I strain to make out the lyrics, unable to discern the song, but it doesn't matter. Kellin's voice possesses an enchanting quality that could make any tune sound sublime.

With a mischievous grin, I grab Tony's hand, signaling for him to be quiet as we tiptoe towards the bathroom. The sound of running water from the shower adds to the ambiance, masking our footsteps. I glance back at Tony, his expression a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Slowly, I twist the doorknob, ensuring it doesn't emit any creaking sounds. Kellin's voice grows clearer, intertwining with the soothing rush of water.

Locking eyes with Tony, I silently convey my playful intentions. He mouths the question, "What are we doing?" and I respond with a nonchalant shrug, mischief dancing in my eyes. Gently, I guide us into the bathroom, the warm steam and Kellin's melodic serenade enveloping our senses.

With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I guide Tony to sit on the edge of the bathtub, creating a perfect vantage point for our playful intrusion. My gaze darts around the bathroom, spotting the book I had left behind during my previous visit. Recognizing the opportunity, I retrieve the book and hand it to Tony, silently instructing him to pretend he's engrossed in reading. Tony, still slightly puzzled, catches on and sardonically crosses his legs, theatrically donning his glasses before tracing his finger along the pages.

Struggling to stifle my laughter, I position myself on the toilet seat, my legs crossed as I await Kellin's emergence from the shower. The anticipation builds, the air heavy with suppressed giggles. Suddenly, the rushing water subsides, and Tony and I exchange glances, trying to compose ourselves in the final seconds before our grand reveal.

The shower curtain slowly slides open, revealing a momentary glimpse of Kellin's surprised expression before he lets out an unexpected scream. In a split second, he expertly closes the curtain, shielding himself from further intrusion. Tony and I burst into laughter, finding it nearly impossible to contain our amusement at his startled reaction.

Kellin pokes his head back out from behind the shower curtain, his gaze fixed on Tony. "Tony? What the fuck are you doing here?" he asks, his expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. 

Tony, attempting to maintain a serious demeanor, responds, "I was dragged here. Just between you and me, I had nothing to do with this." I can't help but let out a playful giggle, breaking the facade of seriousness.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I rise from my seat and wrap my arms around Kellin, embracing him through the shower curtain. "I missed you, Kelly poo," I tease, giving him a playful shake in the hug. Kellin pushes me off, pretending to be repulsed. "Ew, don't call me that," he protests, shaking his head at me. He then looks at Tony, pointing at me and saying, "She doesn't call me that." I hear Tony chuckling softly in the background, his amusement evident. 

"Oh, I'm sure" he replies smiling.

Kellin raises an eyebrow in response to Tony's remark, before shifting his attention back to me. "I would highly appreciate it if you would leave, so I can actually get changed. How did you even get in here, anyway?" he asks, his confusion still lingering.

"You have a terrible hiding spot for your key," I reply, rolling my eyes in mock exasperation. "Literally anyone could get in here." I grab Tony's hand and lead him out of the bathroom, making our way into the cozy comfort of the lounge room.

"I should probably get going before Vic murders me about being late" Tony says as he turns around to face me, his words about needing to leave and meet Vic hang in the air. I nod slightly, trying to hide the disappointment that tugs at my heart. "Oh, okay. Yeah, you do that," I say, my arms instinctively crossing around my body, attempting to ward off the sudden sense of emptiness. 

Tony approaches me, his gentle touch placing a tender kiss on my forehead. A surge of warmth courses through me, as if a thousand delicate wings flutter inside my chest, releasing a swarm of joyful butterflies. 

"I'll see you tomorrow?" he asks, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. I smile at the thought, my cheeks betraying the telltale blush that creeps upon them. With a nod, I confirm our plans, not needing words to express my excitement. Tony responds with a soft smile, a silent promise that lingers in the air, before he heads towards the door.

As the door clicks shut behind him, Kellin's voice breaks the silence behind me, his tone filled with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "And what on earth did I just witness? God, Laura, has it been that long since I last saw you? What the fuck have I missed?" he muses, making his way toward me. His arms envelop me in a warm embrace, and I embrace him back, finding solace in his familiar presence. Resting my head against his chest, I take a deep breath, comforted by the feeling of being home.

Kellin's eyes light up with anticipation as I mention that there is so much to share, a flood of stories and experiences waiting to pour forth. He guides me to the cozy comfort of the couch, and we settle in, facing each other.

"Well, I'm all ears, Lou. Spill the tea," Kellin says, playfully wiggling his eyebrows. His infectious energy brings a smile to my face, and I chuckle before diving into the narrative. I recount the serendipitous encounter that led to Tony's and my first meeting, sharing the anecdotes that unfolded along the way.

With animated gestures and heartfelt enthusiasm, I describe the midnight adventure we embarked upon, the stolen moments beneath the starlit sky, and the wave of emotions that swept over me. I don't shy away from sharing the surprise of waking up in Tony's bed, the mixture of confusion and relief that washed over me in that moment.

As the words spill out, I find solace in Kellin's presence. His genuine interest and familiar understanding provide a comforting backdrop to my storytelling. 

We lose track of time as the stories flow effortlessly, the air filling with laughter, understanding, and the warmth of shared experiences. In this moment, I realize that despite the passage of time, Kellin remains an anchor, someone with whom I can share the ups and downs, the adventures and misadventures, and find solace in the comfort of friendship.

He will never understand how much I love him. I couldn't ask for a better friend than Kellin. He's my family. Kellin goes on to tell me that he has scored himself a girlfriend and how he's head over heels for this girl. Seeing him happy makes me the happiest person ever. I've missed him.

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As the hours drift by, we find ourselves engrossed in a world of blocky landscapes and pixelated adventures. The pizza box sits empty on the floor, a testament to our shared moments of laughter and friendly competition. Kellin and I have relocated to his bedroom, sitting cross-legged on the floor, immersed in the world of Minecraft.

I can't help but tease Kellin as he valiantly battles the virtual zombies, often meeting his demise in comedic fashion.

"Kellin, you've died at least 500 times in the past hour. You suck at this game. Just kill the zombies; it's not that hard," I say, unable to stifle my chuckles.

He looks at me, a playful pout forming on his lips. "Well, if you would stop messing with my controller when I'm on the verge of death, then maybe I would survive," he retorts, his face instantly dropping as a creeper explodes him. I burst into laughter at his reaction, unable to contain myself.

"I didn't touch your controller that time. You just suck, Kellin," I tease, the sound of amusement filling the room. Kellin sets his controller down in mock defeat, flopping onto his bed in a display of comedic resignation.

"The game's rigged. I am good, be quiet," he says, his voice muffled by the blanket. I continue to laugh, finding his playful antics endearing. Getting up from the floor, I walk over to the console and turn off the Xbox, joining him on the bed. He pulls me into his embrace, and I rest my head against his chest, feeling the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat.

In the serene quietude of the moment, Kellin breaks the silence, his voice filled with curiosity and gentle concern. "You really like him, huh?" he asks, his words catching me off guard. I look up at him, my face reflecting confusion.

"Who?" I respond, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"Tony. You like him, don't you?" he says, a subtle smile gracing his lips. Just the mention of Tony's name causes a telltale blush to color my cheeks, and I instinctively hide my face in the blankets, hoping to shield my emotions from Kellin's gaze.

"You definitely do, don't you?" Kellin nudges me teasingly, sensing my bashful response.

I look back up at him, a small smile playing on my lips, before settling back into his comforting embrace. We lie there in quiet intimacy for a few moments before I gather the courage to speak my truth.

"I do," I confess, my smile growing wider.

"Do you think he's good for you?" Kellin probes, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"Yeah. Shouldn't you know if he's a good guy? You have a song with them. He told me you guys hung out," I inquire, seeking his perspective.

"Yeah, we did, but it was more like a group setting. Tony's a pretty quiet guy. He didn't talk much, but he seems nice," Kellin shrugs, his words tinged with a sense of thoughtful observation.

"Yeah, he is," I say, a fondness evident in my smile. I refrain from sharing the details of our heartfelt conversation at the lake, but I do recount the almost-kiss, wanting to keep Kellin in the loop.

"You really like her, huh?" I mimic his words, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"You already know the answer to that," he replies, his chuckle resonating in the room.

"Sierra is a really sweet girl. And she's gorgeous too, oh my god. You really won with this. She's amazing," I remark, admiration evident in my voice as I speak about my friend's newfound love interest. A smile spreads across my face as I look up at Kellin, genuinely happy for him.

"Do you think it's a forever kind of thing?" I ask curious looking up at him.

He meets my gaze, his eyes reflecting the same contentment. In that moment, I can sense the depth of his feelings for Sierra.

"Yeah, I do"

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sorry for taking forever to update i got hit by a helicopter and ate my family.

next chapter is tony's pov

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Tonys POV

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I feel like I can finally breathe. After constantly running around, making music all the time, and enduring the never-ending tours, I feel like I can finally stop. I haven't felt this calm in years. But somehow, when I'm around Laura, all the pressure leaves, and I feel safe.

Laying on the sandy beach, the unexpected tranquility enveloped us as we gazed up at the vast expanse of twinkling stars. It was a scene straight out of a dream. As Laura nestled against me, I could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of her soft breaths, harmonizing with the soothing sounds of the ocean waves gently crashing against the shore. The cool breeze brushed against our skin, creating a refreshing ambiance that seemed to caress our beings. Time stood still in that moment, leaving only the two of us, connected in a serene symphony of nature's embrace.

Glancing down, I notice that Laura's delicate eyelids are closed, her features softened in peaceful slumber. Her gentle touch rests serenely on my torso, harmonizing with her calm breaths. A smile dances across my lips as I reach for my phone, curious about the time. The screen reveals 3:47am, and a mild curse escapes my lips as I realize the lateness of the hour.

Carefully disentangling myself from Laura's embrace, I retrieve the plastic bag and lighter, tucking them into my pocket alongside my phone. With utmost tenderness, I lift Laura in my arms, carrying her in a gentle, bridal-style hold, careful not to disturb her slumber. As we approach my car, I lay her down in the cozy embrace of the backseat. Slipping into the driver's seat, I start the car, allowing the warmth to envelop us, providing solace from the cool night air. I connect my phone to the car's Bluetooth system, scrolling through my playlists in search of the perfect song. Serendipitously, I stumble upon "Jet Black Heart" by 5 Seconds of Summer, a tune that Laura must have added herself. I've come to realize it's one of her favorite bands, and truth be told, they aren't half bad. With a gentle tap, the song begins to softly play in the background as I navigate the road, making our way towards the sanctuary of my home.

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As my slumber is abruptly interrupted by the persistent ringtone of my phone, I let out a tired sigh and begrudgingly answer, finding Vic's voice on the other end, cutting through the haze of sleep.

"What?" I groan, my annoyance evident in my tone.

"Well, hello there. Did you just wake up?" Vic's voice carries a mix of concern and subtle amusement, as if he's accustomed to my late mornings.

"Tony, do you have any idea what time it is? You're late, man. We need to start recording before we get ourselves into trouble." I glance at my phone's screen, confirming that it's already 12:06pm. Damn it.

"Uh, yeah... I didn't manage to get to sleep until like, four thirty," I mutter, sitting up slightly. From the corner of my eye, I notice Laura softly nestled next to me, still lost in her slumber.

She looks so peaceful, her hair gently covering the pillow, cascading in waves of silky strands. The faint morning light that filters through the curtains dances upon her sleeping face, highlighting her delicate features. The subtle rise and fall of her chest, synchronized with each soft breath she takes, create a rhythmic symphony of tranquility.

As I gaze at her, a rush of warmth and tenderness fills my heart. Her presence brings a sense of calm amidst the chaos of my musician's life.

I resist the urge to reach out and brush a strand of hair away from her face, not wanting to disturb her serene slumber. Instead, I find solace in observing the peaceful harmony that radiates from her form, a moment frozen in time.

"-by half past four got it?...... Tony?" I hear Vic sigh on the other side of the phone, his voice snapping me out of my reverie.

"Hm? Half past four? for what?" I say, momentarily disoriented, tearing my gaze away from Laura and back to the present.

"Tony oh my god. Studio. Music. Guitar. Half past four. Don't be late," Vic's words finally register, the urgency in his tone seeping through. The call ends, leaving me feeling confused and slightly guilty for losing track of time in the presence of Laura's slumbering beauty.

I sigh, leaning back against the bedrest, my mind still buzzing with the ethereal moment that just passed. Just as I settle into my thoughts, movement catches my attention from Laura's side of the bed. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and as her gaze meets mine, a tender smile graces my lips.

"Good morning," I say, my voice filled with warmth and affection. She takes a moment, her eyes scanning the room as she takes in the unfamiliar surroundings, before turning her attention back to me. The flicker of confusion on her face prompts her to speak up.

"Did we...like?" she questions, her voice tinged with uncertainty, her finger gesturing between the two of us. I pause, momentarily caught off guard by the implication of her words, and then a realization dawns upon me. My eyes widen slightly, a blush creeping up on my cheeks.

"Oh no, we didn't do anything, don't worry," I reply in a hushed whisper, sending her a small, shy smile as I avert my gaze.

"Okay, that's good," she responds, her smile soft and understanding. Although her words carry relief, a twinge of hurt lingers in my heart, wondering if something was to have happened, would she have regretted it?

I wouldn't.

Silence settles between us, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. I open my mouth to break the stillness, but before I can utter a word, she beats me to it.

"Would you be able to take me to Kellin's by any chance?" she asks, looking up at me with hopeful eyes. Her question interrupts the current of emotions, refocusing my attention on the present moment.

"Sure, of course. Would you like to have breakfast first?" I offer, hoping she says yes, as I secretly wish to keep her to myself a little while longer, relishing in her presence.

She pauses, contemplating my suggestion, before ultimately shaking her head. "No, I'm okay. Thank you, though," she replies with a gentle smile. I nod in understanding, accepting her response, even though a part of me secretly longs for more time.

As I make my way off the bed, I take a moment to straighten my side, pulling up the blanket and adjusting the pillow, striving for a sense of order amidst the disheveled sheets. Glancing up, I catch her gaze, and for an instant, our eyes lock, a subtle current passing between us. Then, her gaze briefly flickers down to my bare torso before she looks away quickly, causing a flush of color to bloom on her cheeks. Swiftly, I step away, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth to suppress a smirk that threatens to escape at her adorable reaction.

Gathering myself, I clear my throat and regain my composure, taking a few steps toward my closet, acutely aware of her eyes following my every move. I scan through my clothing options, contemplating the perfect outfit for the day ahead. After a brief internal deliberation, I settle on a comfortable band shirt and a pair of plain black jeans, laying them meticulously on the dresser. As I turn my attention back to Laura, her gaze quickly averts from my body to meet mine, acknowledging my presence.

"Do you need a shirt or something to change into?" I ask, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. Her eyes dart down to her hands, and a subtle blush graces her cheeks as she replies, trying to suppress a smile.

"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks," she replies, her voice laced with a mix of appreciation and shyness.

I turn back to the closet, grabbing a random shirt and extending it toward her. Confusion flashes across my face, as her eyebrows raise, before she looks at me. Waiting for an explanation, it takes a moment for realization to dawn upon me.

"Oh, right. Sorry," I say, my words tinged with a touch of foolishness, as I turn around, facing the wall to give her privacy. I can't help but playfully try to steal a glimpse, but my attempts are futile as I'm caught.

"Hey!" she exclaims, a giggle escaping her lips, as she throws her shirt in my direction, swiftly covering herself with mine. I chuckle softly, appreciating her playful spirit, and turn my gaze back to the wall, giving her the privacy she deserves.

"No peeking yet, Mr. Perry," she teases, her tone filled with playful mischief. My eyebrows raise in amusement at her choice of words, my heart skipping a beat in response. Could it be that she feels a similar pull toward me? The thought floats across my mind, but I swiftly dismiss it, not wanting to let hope cloud my judgment.

"Yet?" I pretend to express confusion, a hint of curiosity lingering in my voice. I take a mental note of her words, savoring them as a glimmer of possibility.

"Yet," she confirms, her voice carrying a playful certainty, before I hear the sound of her sliding off the bed, making her way toward my bathroom. My face flushes slightly, a mixture of excitement and anticipation, as I seize the opportunity to change into my chosen attire.

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"I should probably get going before Vic murders me about being late," I say playfully, turning around to face Laura. As I observe her subtle change in body language.

"Oh, okay. Yeah, you do that," she replies, nodding, her arms instinctively wrapping around her body. Without a second thought, I move closer to her, gently cupping my hand on one side of her face, my thumb caressing her cheek. In a tender gesture, I place a soft kiss on her forehead, an expression of affection and reassurance.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I say, looking down at her, my voice filled with hope and anticipation. I actually don't have any plans yet but, I want to give her the opportunity to make her own decision. Her nod, accompanied by a smile, confirms our unspoken agreement. A surge of happiness fills my being as I walk out the door and make my way to my car.

As I drive away, the image of her radiant smile and the warmth of her touch linger in my mind. A mix of excitement and nervousness swirls within me, wondering what tomorrow will bring. Our unspoken connection, the shared moments and stolen glances, have left an indelible mark on my heart, fueling a newfound sense of purpose and inspiration.

With each passing mile, I can't help but replay the memory of our intimate encounter, treasuring the delicate chemistry we share. Tomorrow holds the promise of further exploration, a continuation of the unspoken journey we've embarked upon. The thought brings a smile to my lips.

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"You're late, dude," Vic remarks without even looking up from what he's doing, his attention consumed by the task at hand. I enter the room, closing the door behind me, and place my guitar case gently against the wall.

"Only by 15 minutes. It's not that big of a deal. I still arrived," I respond, a hint of defensiveness in my tone. I glance over at the scattered papers filled with lyrics that Vic has meticulously written down, my curiosity piqued.

"No Mike again?" I say curiously, looking around the room, only spotting Jaime sitting in the corner, tuning his bass.

"Bingo," Vic replies.

"What are we recording today?" I inquire, my eyes scanning the pages in search of hints about our creative direction.

"Well, I have a guitar part in mind for 'Bulls in the Bronx.' Either you or I could play it; I don't care who does, but I want it in there," Vic states firmly, his conviction palpable. Knowing Vic's unwavering determination, I simply nod, understanding that this decision is set in stone. Before I can offer any further input, my phone buzzes with a notification. I retrieve it from my pocket and unlock the screen, revealing a message from Laura.

4:23pm
Laura  🙃
thank you for last night. it meant a lot. i really needed it. and thanks for looking after me x

A surge of anticipation and warmth courses through me as I read her words, her presence felt even when she's not physically by my side. It's a brief respite from the demands of the studio, a connection that keeps me grounded amidst the creative whirlwind.

"Sorry, I just got a message," I inform Vic, my voice laced with excitement but i try to hide it. "Laura sent me something. Give me a moment."

Vic raises an intrigued eyebrow at the mention of Laura, sensing something more beneath my nonchalant tone. Jaime, who has been quietly observing the exchange, chimes in with a mischievous grin.

"Oh, Tony, I see that smile on your face. Is it a message from your lady love?" Jaime teases, nudging me playfully.

I roll my eyes, attempting to downplay the significance of Laura's message. "Nah, it's nothing. She just says 'thank you' ," I respond, feigning nonchalance. Deep down, though, I know they can see through my facade.

Vic leans against the studio console, his eyes narrowing as he takes in my reaction. "Thank you?  Come on, Tony, spill the beans. We've seen how you light up whenever Laura is mentioned. It's pretty obvious there's something more going on."

Jaime jumps in eagerly, fueling the teasing. "Yeah, Tony, we're all friends here. You can't hide your feelings forever. Admit it, you like her" he says poking my shoulder.

I let out an exasperated sigh, realizing that denying it any longer might be futile. The truth lingers on the tip of my tongue, but I hesitate, not quite ready to confront the vulnerability that comes with acknowledging my feelings.

"You guys are reading too much into it. Laura and I are just friends. We hang out, we talk, but it's nothing more," I respond, my voice tinged with a mixture of defensiveness and uncertainty.

Vic and Jaime exchange knowing glances, playful smiles forming on their lips. Jaime steps closer, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Tony, we've known you for years. We can see it in your eyes, the way you talk about her, the way you light up when she's mentioned. There's something special there, and you can't keep denying it forever," Jaime says sternly but playfully.

I can't help but chuckle, a mixture of amusement and affection bubbling within me, as I playfully respond to their reactions. "I hate you guys," I retort, attempting to maintain a facade of annoyance while a smile threatens to escape.

Jaime, unable to contain his excitement, triumphantly approaches Vic, shaking his shoulders in victory. "I fucking told you!" he exclaims, relishing in his victorious prediction. Vic groans and reluctantly pulls out his wallet, begrudgingly handing Jaime a twenty-dollar note.

I raise an eyebrow, glancing between them inquisitively. "Guys?" I question, perplexed by their sudden exchange of money.

Jaime tries to swiftly hide the twenty-dollar bill behind his back, as if I hadn't just witnessed their little wager on my love life. He feigns innocence, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and responds with a cheeky smile.

"You're dreaming, Tony. Wooohoooo, ghosts flying around. You saw nothing," he playfully declares before darting into the recording studio, clutching his bass.

I look back at Vic to see him already smiling at me before he nudges me gently.

"What's so special about this one, Tone?" Vic asks, standing next to me as we observe Jaime trying to record his bass parts for one of the songs.

There are so many things different about Laura compared to any girl I have ever met. I've never felt this way about someone when they walk into a room, like I do with Laura. She has this extraordinary ability to make me feel like the world has momentarily paused, granting me a moment of respite to catch my breath. Being with her, I feel an overwhelming sense of calm wash over me.

"She's so beautiful, Vic"

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sorry for not updating el oh el.
i've been writing the other chapters too so i keep getting distracted but i'm trying😭

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"Laura, someone's at the door, come on!" I hear my mom yelling from downstairs.

Rushing, I quickly slip on my shoes and put on the rest of my jewelry, grabbing my phone from the bedside table before making my way down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Sorry, Ma, I promise I'll be back for dinner," I say, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

"No, don't worry about it. It's more peaceful when it's just me and your father for dinner. No drama when you're around," my heart drops a little at her words, but I've learned not to take it to heart anymore. Her comments no longer sting as they once did.

"Whatever," I mumble, grabbing the house keys that I probably won't be using, before making my way to the front door. I'm suddenly faced with Tony.

"I want to take you to meet my friends," he says, leaving a soft kiss on my cheek before taking my hand and leading me to his car.

"Hello to you too. Do these friends happen to be the people in your band?" I say, looking down at our intertwined hands, a blush creeping up my cheeks.

"I guess you're just gonna have to find out," he teases, opening the car door for me on the passenger side.

As I buckle my seatbelt, a sense of excitement and curiosity fills me. The thought of meeting Tony's friends, especially those who are part of his band, sparks a mix of nervousness and anticipation within me.

As he settles into the driver's seat, Tony hands me his phone filled with an impressive collection of playlists featuring a never-ending array of music.

I scroll through the options, my fingers skimming over the various genres and artists, finally deciding to pick a random playlist and hitting shuffle. The energetic chords of Bon Jovi's music fill the car, and the atmosphere immediately becomes charged with an exhilarating vibe.

"Is Kel--" I begin to ask, but Tony cuts me off with a knowing smile, finishing my sentence before I can complete it.

"Yes," he says, affirming that Kellin, another familiar face, will indeed be present at this gathering. It offers a comforting reassurance to know that amidst the crowd of strangers, there will be someone I know, apart from Tony, of course.

As we make our way to our destination, the lively beats of the music blend with the hum of the engine, creating an ambiance of adventure and anticipation. I can't help but feel excited and slightly nervous about meeting Tony's friends. The prospect of getting to know the people who mean so much to Tony holds both intrigue and a sense of warmth within me.

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"Just a warning, Jaime is a walking, talking ADHD. He has so much energy all the time, so be prepared to never hear silence while we're here," Tony says with a playful smile, looking down at me. Before I can respond, I'm cut off by a burst of yelling in the distance.

"TOOOOONNNNNYYYYY HEEEEEYYYYY!!!!" a guy with spikey, poofy hair yells, skipping up to us with a big smile on his face.

I can't help but laugh at Tony's warning, feeling both intrigued and amused by the prospect of meeting someone as lively and energetic as Jaime. His description certainly matches the exuberant entrance he's making right now.

"Hey, Tony!" Jaime says, his smile infectious as he greets Tony with unbridled enthusiasm. "And who's this young lady?" he adds, turning his attention to me with a warm grin.

"This is Laura," Tony introduces, a tender affection in his voice as he speaks my name. "Laura, meet Jaime, one of my closest friends and the life of the party."

"It's so great to finally meet you, Laura!" Jaime exclaims, extending his hand for a friendly handshake. "I've heard so much about you. Tony doesn't shut the fuck up about how lovely you are."

My cheeks flush at the compliment, touched by Tony's words and the warm welcome from Jaime. "It's nice to meet you too, Jaime," I reply with a smile, shaking his hand. "I've heard a lot about you as well."

Jaime's eyes twinkle with mischief as he leans in, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh, don't believe everything he says. I'm way more fun and crazy than he lets on."

Tony chuckles, playfully rolling his eyes at Jaime's antics. "Trust me, he's even more energetic than he's admitting. But that's part of what makes him fun."

I find myself already drawn to Jaime's vibrant personality and genuine warmth. As we continue our introductions, I can tell that this gathering will be filled with laughter, lively conversations, and a sense of camaraderie that comes from being surrounded by people who genuinely care for each other.

"Hey, Tone, ho- oh, who's this?" the guy with longish hair says, pointing at me with a smile.

Tony grins, introducing me to the guy with enthusiasm. "This is Laura. Laura, this is Vic."

"Nice to meet you, Laura," Vic says warmly, extending his hand in a friendly greeting. "Tony hasn't stopped talking about you. He's been practically glowing whenever he mentions your name."

I feel my cheeks flush at the compliment, appreciating the genuine warmth in Vic's demeanor. "It's great to meet you too, Vic," I reply, shaking his hand with a smile. "Tony's friends have been nothing but welcoming and friendly so far."

Vic chuckles, a twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, that's because you're already part of the gang. Once you're bought into our circle, you're family."

Tony nods in agreement, his fondness for his friends evident. "And now they get to know how incredible you are too, Laura."

As we share more laughs and stories, I can feel the camaraderie of the group enveloping me. Each person brings their own unique energy and personality to the gathering, creating an atmosphere of warmth and acceptance. Meeting Tony's friends has been an absolute pleasure, and I can already sense the special bond that unites this tight-knit group.

As the night unfolds, we immerse ourselves in conversation and laughter, forging connections that feel effortless and genuine. With each passing moment, I find myself feeling more at ease, knowing that I am surrounded by people who not only care for Tony deeply but have welcomed me into their circle with open arms. It's a feeling of belonging that fills my heart with gratitude, knowing that I've found a group of friends who will support and cherish me just as they do with Tony.

I glance over at Tony, catching his eye as we share a knowing smile. In this vibrant gathering of friends, I feel a sense of joy and contentment, grateful for the path that led me to him and this newfound family of kindred spirits. Together, we embrace the night with laughter, music, and the knowledge that we've found something special in each other and in the bonds of friendship that have woven us together.

"Hey stranger, what brings you here?" A familiar voice calls out from behind, and I turn to see the Nick Martin himself, standing behind me with a warm smile.

"Nick!" I exclaim, a smile forming on my face as I rush to give him a tight hug.

"I've missed you, Lou. Haven't seen you around in months," Nick remarks, picking up an unopened lemonade can from the table.

"Just dealing with some family dramas, you know, the usual," I reply with a shrug. His smile falters a bit, but he nods reassuringly. He may not know all the details about my family, but he's been there for me during my toughest times.

"I'll always be here for you, Laura. We all will," He says, looking over to Justin who's talking to Tony. I offer him a soft smile and a grateful nod.

"So, what's been new with you? Any new music coming soon?" I inquire, mesmerized by the fire's glow in the dark.

"Yeah, we've been working on some fresh stuff lately. If we keep going this way, we should have an album out next year," Nick replies.

"That's fantastic! I can't wait to see what you guys come up with. Your music always blows my mind," I say, playfully nudging him.

"Ha! You say that every time," Nick chuckles.

"And I genuinely mean it," I respond matter-of-factly, earning another laugh from him.

"So, what brings you here? Did Kellin invite you? I thought you'd show up with him if that were the case," he asks, taking a sip of his lemonade.

"No, uh..." I feel my face flush, glancing down at my feet.

"Oh, wow. Who's the lucky man? Don't tell me you and Kellin are dating now because that would be a bit awkward since I'm pretty sure he's actually seeing someone," Nick teases, raising an eyebrow.

"Absolutely not. It's not Kellin," I quickly clarify, raising my hands defensively.

"Uh huh, then who else could it be?" he pokes my arm, causing me to laugh softly.

"We aren't together. Nothing's happened. We're just friends, okay? Friends. So don't go around saying anything, but Tony brought me here to meet some of his friends," I say, smiling softly and looking at my hands.

"Oh, wow. I don't know who I expected it to be, but definitely not Tony," he says with a small smile.

"Is Kellin here?" I ask, hoping to change the subject, and I glance up at him.

"Yeah, he's over at the table, stuffing his face with food," Nick says giving me a knowing look before looking over at Kellin who's piling his plate high with an abundance of food.

"Okay, I'll catch up with you later. Tell Justin I said hi!" I call out before making my way over to Kellin, who's enthusiastically devouring the delicious spread of food.

"You gonna save some for the rest of us?" I tease, approaching him with a grin.

"A man's gotta eat, right? How else am I supposed to keep up with you?" Kellin playfully retorts, flashing a warm smile my way before pulling me into a warm and tight hug.

As he embraces me, I catch a whiff of his cologne mixed with the inviting aroma of the food around us. The night air is filled with laughter and chatter from other people gathered around the fire pit, creating a cozy and welcoming atmosphere. The crackling flames add a touch of magic to the scene, illuminating the surrounding faces with a soft, warm glow.

We pull away from the hug, and he looks down at me with his bright, twinkling eyes that reflect the dancing flames.

"So, how have you been, Laura? It's been a while since we caught up properly," he says, still wearing a warm smile.

"I was just at your house yesterday," I tease, playfully nudging him with a smile.

"Yeah, and that feels like forever to me, okay?" he replies between mouthfuls of food, clearly enjoying the feast laid out before him.

"Ugh, you're so gross. I can see your food in your mouth when you talk. Swallow it, oh my god," I say, trying not to laugh as I watch him continue chewing. He playfully opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, making me gag in mock disgust. He chuckles and finally swallows his mouthful.

"That was actually gross," I scrunch up my face, still laughing, before scanning the crowd to find Tony amidst the gathering of people who've suddenly turned up.

"Um, do you know any of these people?" I ask Kellin, looking up at him. He shakes his head in response, and with a nonchalant shrug, I grab his hand, pulling him along with me through the lively crowd in search of Tony as he tries not to spill his plate full of food onto the floor.

The atmosphere is vibrant, with the sounds of cheerful chatter, laughter, and music floating in the air. The soft glow of string lights adorns the gathering space, creating a magical ambiance that makes the night even more special. As we weave through the crowd, I catch glimpses of familiar faces and new acquaintances, all seemingly having a great time.

Finally, our search pays off as we spot Tony standing near a cozy corner of the gathering, engaged in an animated conversation Vic, Jaime and a few other people. A sense of relief washes over me, knowing we've found our host.

"There he is," I say with a smile, and Kellin nods in agreement.

As we approach Tony, he turns to face us with a soft smile gracing his lips. He extends his arm, and I lean into his side, feeling the comforting presence of his embrace.

"Where did you go off to?" he whispers quietly in my ear.

"I went to find Kellin, but Nick is here too, so we caught up for a bit since I haven't seen him in a while," I reply, looking up at Tony with a smile. He returns the smile, and for a moment, it's just us, enjoying the warmth of the gathering and the company of friends.

However, our lighthearted moment is interrupted by the sound of someone gagging. I turn my head and spot Jaime fake throwing up, causing Tony and me to instinctively move away from each other. I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment as we watch the playful antics of our friends.

"Bro, stop it. That's enough," Tony says, trying to suppress his laughter as Jaime continues with the act, walking away from him.

I look next to me to see Vic and Kellin practically rolling on the floor in laughter, as   Justin joins the scene, accompanied by Nick, both curious about the commotion.

"What is going on over here?" Justin asks, a hint of amusement in his voice as he looks at the group of friends.

"Even I don't know the answer to that," I say, giggling at the absurdity of the moment. I glance up, and my laughter fades when I meet the unexpected gaze of someone from my past, someone I never thought I would see again.

My smile instantly fades, and my breath hitches in my throat. Memories flood back, and I feel a mix of emotions rushing through me. Unsure of how to react, I glance back at Kellin, trying to get his attention. His eyes meet mine, and he immediately notices my sudden change in behavior. I look back up from him to see the one person I don't want around, walking towards us.

My heart races as I instinctively move myself behind Justin, seeking some sense of protection from the unwelcome sight. He looks at me, puzzled by my sudden shift in demeanor. Nick catches sight of what's happening and pulls Kellin up by his shirt, understanding the situation without a word.

"Shit," I whisper, looking around, my eyes seeking Tony's confused gaze. Before I have a chance to react, a firm hand grabs mine and pulls me away. I glance over to see Kellin, who wastes no time, quickly guiding me through the crowd of people.

"Kellin, what's he doing here?" I ask, bewildered by the unexpected appearance of Kai. How in the world did he end up in a place like this, surrounded by these people?

"I don't know, Lou, but he definitely did not look pleased whatsoever," Kellin replies, keeping a steady pace, his protective instincts kicking in. He leads me to a quieter spot, away from the crowd, where we can talk with a sense of privacy.

As we find a more secluded area, my mind races with questions and emotions. The memories of our past interactions with Kai flood my mind, and I can't help but feel a mix of anxiety, fear, and vulnerability.

Kellin wraps an arm around my shoulders, offering comfort and support. "Hey, don't worry. We'll figure this out together," he reassures me with a gentle squeeze.

I take a deep breath, grateful for Kellin's presence and understanding. "I'm not ready to face him. I can't talk to him, why is he even here," I admit, my voice tinged with apprehension.

"We'll keep an eye out for him, and if anything happens, we've got each other's backs," Kellin says with determination, his eyes filled with unwavering support.

I look over to my right as we're just in eye and ear sight of Justin and Nick, and I see Kai walking up to Nick, who tries to shake his hand, but Nick definitely does not look happy about it.

"Kellin, what if they fight again?" I whisper, feeling invested in what's happening between their interaction. I know if anything were to happen, Nick would come out on top – he's proven that before.

A few years ago, Nick and Kai got into a fight when Nick saw Kai slightly lay his hands on me after drinking. Let's just say it did not end well for Kai...

"We'll just know Kai is definitely gonna get put in the hospital, and Nick will be bailed out of jail... again," Kellin says with a wide smile on his lips. I chuckle slightly, shaking my head, and then look back at Nick, Justin, Kai, and... Tony? My eyebrows raise slightly as my anxiety starts to creep back up. Tony is next to the one person I hate the most in this world.

"Hey, do you know where Laura went off to?" Tony asks Nick before looking at Kai.

"Hey, I'm Tony," he adds, holding his hand out, but Kai doesn't shake it.

"So you're the one who's been banging my girl," Kai says, pointing at Tony.

my girl?

I cringe at his choice of words, and my eyebrows raise slightly as I look over at Kellin, who also looks slightly shocked, giving me a knowing smile.

"So you have slept with him?" Kai says, smiling a little at me.

"I most definitely have not," I say, shushing him, trying to listen to the conversation happening.

The conversation seems to get a little heated between Nick and Kai as Kai pushes Nick back by the chest before Tony steps in, pushing Kai away from Nick.

"Kellin," I say, panicking a bit before trying to get up, but Kellin pulls me back before he jogs over to the scene. Justin tries to move Kai away from Tony, who looks confused, before Kellin steps in to help Justin pull Kai back. Once Kai has let go of Tony's shirt, Kellin whispers something in Tony's ear, making him furrow his brows before scanning the crowd. Finally, his gaze meets mine, and he makes his way over to me.

"Are you okay?" Tony asks, a little concerned, as I find myself seeking comfort in his embrace.

"I'm fine. Are you okay? You nearly got yourself into a fight," I say, chuckling slightly but still feeling a bit uneasy knowing Kai is around.

"Yep, never better. I wouldn't have fought him anyway, but Kellin said you knew him?" Tony says, looking down at me.

"Uh, yeah. That's Kai, my ex," I nod, feeling a mix of emotions as I recall our history.

"Oh," Tony says, as we look over to see only Nick, Justin, and Kellin standing over there, with Kai no where in sight.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" Tony suggests, and without waiting for an answer, he suddenly shoves his hoodie onto my cold body. I hadn't even realized I was chilly until I felt the warmth of his clothing enveloping my arms. Surprised by his spontaneous gesture, I burst out laughing as he skillfully pulls my arms through the sleeves.

"Wow, thanks for the impromptu fashion show!" I chuckle, appreciating the coziness of his hoodie.

"Anytime," Tony replies with a grin, clearly pleased with himself for his quirky yet thoughtful act. He takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers, and we start to make our way away from the crowd.

As we walk, I can't help but feel a sense of relief and comfort being with Tony. His presence always manages to put me at ease, and the way he takes charge of the situation with a touch of playfulness makes me feel cared for.

The cool night air caresses our faces as we step away from the bustling gathering. The twinkling lights above us add a touch of magic to the moment, creating a romantic atmosphere that I can't help but smile at.

"Where should we go?" Tony asks, looking around for a quiet spot for us to spend some time alone.

"Anywhere. I need to talk to you about something"..

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i hate this but sorry for not updating. someone in my family has just recently passed so i haven't really had any time to think of what to write but i'll try and update more faster <3

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SLIGHT TW IN THIS CHAPTER!!
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Laying next to Tony brings me a sense of comfort I've only ever felt with Kellin. It's strange, but in a comforting way, you know? It's that particular feeling of security that you can only find with a few people in your life. It's a rarity that makes it all the more precious.

Last night, I decided to open up to Tony about Kai. After encountering that jerk at the party, it felt like the right time to share, especially since Tony had interacted with him and almost got into a fight with him. Surprisingly, though, I didn't feel as freaked out as I thought I would upon seeing him again. In the past, a sense of panic would usually grip me whenever I randomly encountered him, but this time, I was surprisingly unaffected by his presence.

We found a couple of rocks to sit on, and I began to share my story with Tony. To my surprise, he handled everything I told him quite well, albeit with a few "what the fucks" and "who does this guy think he is" thrown in. But mostly, he was a comforting presence, offering his support while I fought back tears.

Laying here beside him now, I can't help but notice how soft his facial features appear in sleep. Everything about him seems to have relaxed, and I wonder if he's been under a lot of stress lately. His breathing is gentle, his chest rising and falling in a soothing rhythm. His lips are slightly pouted, an endearing detail that makes me smile as I watch him sleep.

It's moments like these that remind me of the deep connection we share. The vulnerability I allowed myself to show last night, and the understanding that Tony offered, have brought us closer together. As I lie here, I can't help but feel grateful for his presence and the sense of calm he's bought into my life.

A vibration from my phone jolts me out of my thoughts. I roll over and retrieve it from the side table, the screen's bright light catching me off guard and causing me to squint my eyes. I take note of the time, 6:15 AM, and an inconsequential Instagram notification beneath it. With a sigh, I sit up, careful not to disturb the peaceful slumber of Tony, who's still sound asleep beside me.

Gently lifting the blankets off me, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand up, my movements deliberate so as not to disrupt Tony's rest. As I make my way around the bed, I notice Tony stirring slightly and rolling over. I hold my breath until his movements cease, exhaling softly when I'm certain he's settled again. I slide my phone into my pocket, its glow casting a soft light on the room disappearing.

Stepping out of the bedroom, I take a moment to appreciate the quiet stillness of the morning. I spot one of Tony's hoodies sitting on the floor and decide to borrow it for a bit of added warmth. As I slip it on, the fabric envelops me in his comforting scent.

Carefully closing the bedroom door behind me, I move through the hallway, ensuring each step is as noiseless as possible. The subtle creak of the floorboards beneath my feet serves as a reminder to tread lightly. With every step, I feel a sense of serenity settle over me, a calmness that the early hours of the morning always seem to bring.

My shoes await by the front door, and I swiftly slip them on, stepping outside into the brisk air that immediately causes me to catch my breath. A fleeting thought of staying beside Tony briefly crosses my mind, but the reality of my situation prevails. If my parents discover I'm not in my bed upon waking, I might as well be preparing myself for a serious lecture or worse.

With a determined sigh, I pull the door closed behind me, the sound echoing in the quiet morning. The cold air nips at my skin, a stark reminder of the chill that accompanies early hours. Wrapping my arms around myself for warmth, I set out on a brisk walk, my footsteps creating a rhythmic cadence on the pavement.

The world around me is hushed, bathed in a soft light that signals the dawn of a new day. The occasional sound of a passing car or the distant song of a bird punctuates the stillness. I find a sense of solace in the quietude, as if the world is holding its breath before the chaos of the day ensues.

As I walk, my thoughts drift to the warmth of my bed and the soft embrace of Tony's presence. The memory of him sleeping peacefully lingers, a soothing image that contrasts with the chilly reality I now face.

The realization that I'm navigating this morning escapade to avoid the wrath of my parents adds a touch of urgency to my steps. Despite the cold, I find a certain determination propelling me forward. With each stride, I'm reminded that even though my morning venture is driven by necessity, there's a unique sense of freedom that comes from venturing out into the world before the rest of the world awakens.

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Walking up the driveway, a wave of nerves courses through me, intensifying with every step I take towards the front door. An unsettling thought gnaws at the edge of my mind: what if they've realized I didn't return home last night? The tension in the house is palpable these days, especially with Dad's return. If my absence is detected, it could escalate into a double dose of consequences, thanks to Mom's newfound sharpness.

Attempting to calm my racing heart, I slip my hand into my back pocket, fingers fumbling in a desperate search for the reassuring jingle of keys. But to my dismay, my quest comes up empty, and the realization tightens my chest.

"Shit," I mutter under my breath, frustration and regret mingling in my tone. I must have left the keys at Tony's place or, worse yet, dropped them at the chaotic party last night.

My gaze darts around, scanning the vicinity for any sign of the elusive keys. A hope lingers that they might have somehow slipped out during my journey to the door, but it's a fleeting thought in the face of logic. As expected, there's no trace of the keys anywhere in sight, the cold reality settling in like a leaden weight in the pit of my stomach.

My heart sinks as the full impact of my predicament settles in. Stranded without my keys, I'm faced with the daunting prospect of navigating the impending showdown with my parents, a showdown that's increasingly ominous given the current household dynamics. Drawing a deep breath to steady myself, I head toward the back fence, my heart pounding as I entertain the hope of scaling it to reach my bedroom window.

I extend my arm, fingers gripping the fence's upper edge. Quickly taking my feet off the ground, I swing my leg sideways and narrowly miss the chance to throw it over, my feet landing back on the ground with an exasperated exhale. In a determined surge, I propel myself forward, my heart racing as I manage to swing my leg over the fence's top. I cling to the structure, my body straddling the barrier, my pulse racing with adrenaline. With deliberate care, I inch my way toward the window, the object of my desperate quest.

After a few heart-pounding seconds, I grasp the window panels, their silent lift a testament to my cautious approach. Balancing precariously, I slide my body through the narrow opening, my fingers gripping the frame to maintain my equilibrium. The instant my feet touch the carpet, a sigh of relief escapes me, and I swiftly move to secure the window, casting off my shoes and Tony's hoodie before diving into the welcoming embrace of my bed. As the covers envelop me, a sense of sanctuary washes over, shielding me from the imminent confrontation that awaits beyond my room's confines.

Just as I settle, my bedroom door creaks open, causing my breath to catch in my throat, the tension palpable in the air. Footsteps approach, each echo marking the passage of time like a metronome of dread. My father's presence hovers, his proximity palpable as he scrutinizes my sleeping form. Seconds stretch into an eternity, the weight of his inspection intensifying the silence. Finally, a scoff breaks the stillness, the sound heavy with resignation and annoyance. The door slams shut with a definitive thud, and the grip of tension that held me releases. I let go of the breath I had been holding, a mixture of relief and trepidation flooding my senses.

In the aftermath, I reach for my phone, fingers navigating to plug it into the charger. The soft hum of electricity fills the room, an auditory affirmation of my returned solitude. Rolling over, I release a sigh, the weight of last night's escapade and the tumultuous emotions it stirred finally ebbing away. As sleep beckons, I find solace in the familiarity of my own haven, a respite from the world's demands and a sanctuary for my restless soul.

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Abruptly, I'm jolted awake by the cacophony of loud screams and the sickening sound of things shattering just outside my bedroom door. In a daze, I grab my phone, the bright screen revealing the time: 8:38 PM. Panic rises within me; did I really sleep through the entire day? The realization grips me, but my focus shifts swiftly as another sound shatters the air – the resounding crash of glass downstairs, followed by an eerie silence that tightens my chest. My heart skips a beat, dread settling in.

My thoughts race, my mind frantically retracing the past when this quiet aftermath has only led to disaster. Memories resurface, unbidden – the last time such silence followed a fight between my parents, it had ended in a nightmarish scene. The image of my dad hurling a glass dish at my mom's head looms large, a harrowing reminder of the chaos that can unfold behind closed doors.

Just as the tension in the air becomes unbearable, the silence shatters under the weight of my dad's furious shout: "YOU FUCKING BITCH, THAT WAS MY LEG!" The shock of his outburst reverberates, his anger seeping through the walls. The air is heavy with hostility as my mom's voice joins the fray, her retort a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation. My heart aches at the familiarity of their arguments, the toxic spiral that ensnares them both, time and again.

As their voices clash, my anxiety eases ever so slightly – the vitriolic exchange may be fraught with anger, but at least it's a sign that their disagreement hasn't escalated to the catastrophic levels of the past. It's a grim relief, one that underscores the tense normalcy of our household. In a life overshadowed by the unpredictability of these episodes, even such small mercies become a source of comfort.

As moments pass, an all-too-familiar panic begins to swell within me, a sensation I had hoped to avoid for the past few weeks. It creeps in, insidious and unrelenting, fueled by the chaotic sounds still echoing through the house. In these tense moments, when their arguments escalate beyond words, I've learned to act quickly.

I hasten to follow my well-rehearsed routine, grabbing the nearest set of fresh clothes within reach and hastily slipping my feet into shoes, not caring that I'm still clad in yesterday's attire. My focus narrows, my heart hammering in my chest as I scan the room for my bag, my lifeline in these unsettling moments. But it's nowhere in sight, hidden from view.

Without hesitation, I drop to my hands and knees, my fingers brushing against the floor in a desperate search. My heart races as my eyes catch a glimpse of a plastic shopping bag, half-concealed beneath my bed. It's not ideal, but it will serve its purpose I guess.

Snatching up the bag, I move with practiced efficiency, stuffing my clothes inside along with my small bottle of perfume because you never know when you'll need it. With my phone in hand, I quickly type out a message to Kellin, my fingers flying over the keyboard to relay the situation in a few swift lines, seeking refuge in the virtual connection he represents.

Kellin  🤙🏻
Hey Kel, You know I hate to ask, but things are getting pretty intense at home with Mom and Dad. The usual argument has escalated, and this time it's turning violent. Any chance I could come by for a bit? Just need a safe space. Love you

Sending the message, I slip my phone into my pocket, the urgency of the situation lending an edge to my movements. I exit my room, shutting the door with deliberate care, and quicken my steps as I jog down the hallway, aiming for the bathroom. The reverberation of another glass shattering reaches my ears, a large crash that startles me, making my heart race. The unexpected noise jolts through me, setting my nerves on edge.

I step into the bathroom, the adrenaline coursing through my veins heightening my senses. The muffled yelling from outside the confines of the room adds a frenzied layer to the situation, urging me to act swiftly. My gaze lands on the sink, and I spot my toothbrush. But, typical of such moments, the familiar purple handle isn't where it should be. Frustration grips me, my fingers raking through my hair in frustration.

My eyes sweep across the room, searching for an alternative, and they eventually lock onto the glint of silver nestled within a drawer. Dread churns in my stomach as I hesitate, a surge of familiar temptation tempting me. With a breathless urgency, I push the unsettling impulse aside and open the drawer the rest of the way, my fingers brushing over an unused toothbrush.

With the toothbrush clutched in my hand, I slam the drawer shut before I do something I'll regret and make my way downstairs.

As my feet touch the bottom of the stairs, a surge of determination propels me forward, my focus solely on reaching the door that leads to potential safety. However, my path is abruptly blocked by the presence of my father, his reek of alcohol preceding him.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going, huh?" he sneers, his voice laced with aggression as he nudges my shoulder, the contact forceful enough to disrupt my balance.

Determined to bypass him, I attempt to sidestep his imposing figure, my gaze fixed on the door ahead. But my efforts prove futile as he steps in my way once more, his actions accompanied by another forceful push that sends me stumbling to the side, a strangled protest escaping my lips.

"What the fuck!" I exclaim, the words an involuntary reaction to the sudden attack. But the moment the syllables leave my mouth, my father's anger ignites like a spark to dry tinder. In an instant, he's upon me, his hands seizing my wrist in a vice-like grip, yanking me towards him until our faces are mere inches apart. The sheer intensity of his proximity is suffocating, his eyes ablaze with a volatile mix of rage and control.

"Don't you ever, and I mean EVER!" His words cut through the air like a venomous blade, each syllable dripping with venom, "Talk to me like that again, you spoiled little brat." The force of his rebuke propels me backwards, crashing against the ground with a resounding thud. A sharp pang shoots through my wrist, a painful reminder of where his grip once was. I gingerly cradle the area, fingers rubbing away the lingering sting from his iron-clad grasp.

"I'm heading to Kellin's," I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper as I brace myself for any potential reaction.

My father's response is laced with a dark amusement, his lips curling into a cynical smile as he lifts his beer to his lips, taking a leisurely sip. The casualness of his demeanor juxtaposed against my vulnerable announcement creates an eerie dissonance.

"Ah, yes, your little boy toy," he mocks, his words dripping with sarcasm as he takes another swig from his drink. A shiver of discomfort runs down my spine at the crude tone of his remark.

"He's gonna get sick of you one of these days," he continues, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness that resonates in the air. "I'm surprised he isn't already. I sure fucking am." The abrupt shift in his demeanor is palpable, the sudden slamming of his hands against the table a jarring punctuation to his words. The weight of his disapproval and resentment hangs heavily in the air, a constant reminder of the complex, strained dynamic that has come to define our relationship.

Then, without any preamble, the chaos escalates further. As if the very room rebels against the tumultuous energy, objects from the once-tidy kitchen counter transform into projectiles, hurtling toward me. Instinct kicks in, and I raise my arms in a futile effort to shield myself from the onslaught. The room becomes a maelstrom of crashing sounds and scattered debris, a swirling chaos that mirrors the turmoil in my heart.

Amidst the cacophony, a shocking wave of cold numbness envelops my arm, like an icy embrace that seizes my attention. I cautiously lower my arms, revealing a scene that defies belief – my father, sprawled on the floor, unconscious. The tableau is surreal, a tableau that renders me speechless in its unexpectedness. Searching the room further, I notice the absence of my mother, her presence a void in the midst of the storm.

The shock of the situation begins to ebb, replaced by the reality of the glass shard lodged in my arm. It's a jarring juxtaposition, the sensation of the cold, unfeeling object contrasting with the raw intensity of my surroundings. As I contemplate the situation, my pulse races, a mix of fear, adrenaline, and bewilderment coursing through me. This is a turning point, a defining moment that marks the breaking point of endurance.

My eyes widen as a surge of panic courses through me, the urgency of the situation setting my instincts into motion. Without a second thought, I snatch hold of the embedded glass, the chilling sensation and the gnawing sense of unease compelling me to act. I yank it out with a swift, almost reckless motion, a sharp inhale catching in my throat as the sensation registers. Satisfaction colours my thoughts as I watch a trickle of blood wind its way down my arm, the sight stark against my skin.

The glass shard slips from my fingers, clattering to the floor like a dissonant echo in the chaos that surrounds me. The crimson droplet intensifies the weight of the moment, a tangible reminder of the violence that unfolded in my own home. My mind races, caught in a whirlwind of shock, fear, and the instinct to survive.

With a renewed sense of urgency, I hastily grab my bag, feeling its familiar weight provide some semblance of stability in this tumultuous upheaval. Ignoring the clamor that persists behind me, I dash towards the door, each step a desperate bid for escape. The confines of my home blur as I flee, my eyes trained forward, resolute in my decision to find refuge. There's no looking back, no second-guessing – just the primal need to seek sanctuary, to find safety and solace, and perhaps, in time, healing.

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sorry for not uploading! writers block is seriously an issue lmao. i will try and get back at it! sorry that this chapter is a little. eh and short. but oh well

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As I ascend Kellin's driveway, my gaze involuntarily falls to my arm, where dried blood mingles with memories of the outburst that had triggered the unfortunate collision with a piece of broken glass. Regret tinges my thoughts, a complex emotion intertwined with the physical reminder on my skin.

Glancing at Kellin's illuminated windows, a slight relief floods through me; at least he's home. Oddly, he hasn't responded to my message, a departure from his usual promptness. Amid the turmoil in my mind, I don't have the luxury of dwelling on this right now. My options are limited, and I find myself standing at his doorstep, desperately seeking some sort of comfort.

With a determined stride, I approach the front door. The reality of the situation bears down on me, a surge of emotions welling up within me. A lump forms in my throat, and I feel the tears behind my eyes, threatening to betray the strength I'm trying to hold. I take a steadying breath, attempting to compose myself before finally knocking on the door. The sound reverberates in the air, a harbinger of the vulnerability and hope that have brought me to this point.

The sound of approaching footsteps draws my attention to the door, which then swings open, revealing a scene that spikes my heart rate. My eyes widen, and I instinctively part my lips in a momentary panic.

Kellin is not the only one here.

"Laura?" The confusion is evident in Jaime's voice as he utters my name, his gaze landing on my arm, which is coated in dried blood, and the surprise in his eyes mirrored by the shock that flickers across his features. I'm momentarily rooted to the spot, my mind racing as I scramble to find something to say, some way to explain this situation that doesn't expose the dramas of my family life.

"Uh, Kellin," Jaime's voice carries a note of disbelief as he glances back into the room. The sight that greets me confirms my suspicions – the entirety of Sleeping with Sirens and Pierce the Veil members is present. The gravity of the situation dawns on me as I stand exposed in the doorway, my vulnerability laid bare for all to see. The tension in the air is palpable, a stark reminder that I've unwittingly walked into a room filled with people who may not understand the intricacies of my life but will surely bear witness to its aftermath.

All eyes shift towards me, but my focus lands on Tony, his expression marked with furrowed brows and genuine concern etched across his features. The connection between us is instant, and the weight of his gaze is enough to fracture my thin veneer of composure. Before I can stifle it, a sob escapes my lips, the sound muffled by my hands that I instinctively press against my face. My intentions to keep everything hidden have been shattered in this room full of unexpected witnesses.

Amid the surreal tableau of curious eyes, it's Tony and Kellin who spring into action. They rise from their seats with synchronized urgency, moving towards me like beacons of comfort in a sea of uncertainty. The rest of the group remains frozen, unsure of how to respond to the emotional turmoil that has been unveiled before them. As their steps bring them closer, I'm engulfed by a pair of strong arms that wrap around me, providing solace and shelter from the storm within me.

My head rests against Tony's chest, a position that feels both unfamiliar and strangely intimate. The rush of emotions threatens to overwhelm me, yet the simple act of his arms around me is a lifeline that I desperately cling to. In this sea of uncertainty, his presence becomes an anchor, grounding me in a moment that otherwise feels like chaos.

"You're okay," Tony's whispered reassurance reaches my ears, his presence a steady anchor that keeps me grounded in the midst of my unraveling emotions. His arm securely wraps around my waist, and his touch is a gentle comfort as his other hand finds its way to my hair, brushing it away from my face. In that vulnerable moment, a flood of emotions surges within me, and I feel the dam of my composure crack and give way.

Behind us, hushed whispers weave through the room, a backdrop to the tenderness Tony extends toward me. I lift my gaze to meet his, my tear-blurred vision finding solace in his concerned eyes. His touch wipes away the tears that streak down my cheeks, his thumb brushing away the evidence of my distress. In that instant, I feel a unique connection with him, a connection forged through vulnerability and shared concern.

Amid the intensity of the moment, Kellin's voice breaks through, a gentleness laced with a touch of concern. His eyes instantly zero in on my arm, and the furrowing of his eyebrows is a telltale sign that he's spotted the dried blood that still clings to my skin. His touch is cautious as he reaches for my arm, his grip focused on the unwounded part as he examines the situation.

"Laura, you promised me," Kellin's words hold both tenderness and an undercurrent of disappointment. He scrutinizes the blood-stained evidence, and as his eyes meet mine, I see the shadow of concern in their depths. As Kellin's words hang in the air, confusion registers on Tony's face, his gaze flickering between me and Kellin as he tries to decipher the unspoken context.

A realization dawns on me – Kellin thinks that I've relapsed.

"Promised what?" Tony's voice carries genuine confusion, his concern evident in the furrowing of his brows as he seeks understanding. His voice, however, becomes background noise as my focus remains on Kellin, the urgency of the moment keeping me locked into our exchange.

"No, no, it was Dad," I manage to utter through my sobs, my voice quivering but resolute as I try to convey the truth to Kellin. "I didn't do it, okay? Dad got angry, and glass and a bunch of things broke, and a chunk of glass hit my arm. I didn't do it, okay? I promise, please, I promise," my words tumble out in a rush, punctuated by sobs and shaking as I implore Kellin to believe me. My head shakes almost involuntarily as I struggle to hold back the torrent of emotions that threatens to engulf me.

In response to my desperate plea, Kellin's eyes soften, his gaze brimming with compassion and understanding. His grip on my arm, though gentle, holds a reassuring weight, grounding me in his presence. The tense uncertainty that had filled the room seems to subside, replaced by a shared connection and the reassurance that someone believes me in the midst of my family's chaos.

kellin nods in understanding, as Tony stands there still confused. Kellin takes my hand and quickly pulls me inside past the guys who are sitting on the couch with a few guitars. They must have been writing music. I keep my head facing the ground as he shows me to the bathroom we have been many times.

"I'm sorry for ruining your night," my voice trembles in a whisper as Kellin, Tony and I step into the bathroom. The soft click of the bathroom door closing echoes the finality of the outside world being temporarily shut out. My gaze shifts to the ground, a heavy weight of guilt settling over me like a shroud. Despite the reassurance I've received, the feeling that I've disrupted the evening's tranquility gnaws at me.

Tony's soft smile, when our eyes meet, offers a gentle comfort, but my eyes remain fixated on the floor. This wasn't how I intended for him to discover this side of my life, these struggles I tried to keep hidden from him.

"No, Laura, you didn't," Kellin's voice holds an unwavering conviction, his tone steady and reassuring. He retrieves a clean cloth from the cabinet beneath the sink, a practical gesture that speaks volumes about his willingness to help and support me. "I told you to come here whenever something happens. Something happened, and you came here. You didn't ruin anything, okay?" His words, like a lifeline, pull me back from the sea of self-blame that threatens to engulf me.

I offer a slight nod, my throat still too constricted by emotions to form words. Kellin's understanding and Tony's quiet support are the lifelines I need in this moment, reassuring me that I've found a sanctuary in the midst of the chaos that is my family.

Kellin guides me over to the toilet, and I ease myself onto the lid, the cool porcelain against my skin providing a contrast to the emotional turmoil that has gripped me. He swiftly lifts up my sleeve, gently pushing it to my shoulder to clear the area for cleaning.

"It might sting a bit," Kellin's voice holds a mixture of care and familiarity as he looks up at me, a silent reassurance that he's here for me. I nod in acknowledgment, my gaze following his movements as he wets the cloth before starting to gently wipe away the dried blood from my skin.

As the cloth glides over my arm, Kellin's inquiry pierces through the silence of the room, his genuine concern evident in his voice. "What even happened?" he asks, his focus unwavering on his task.

"Just the usual, you know," I reply, my voice carrying a hint of resignation. "Mum and dad fighting, things breaking." I pause, my fingers nervously tracing invisible patterns on my thigh. "I woke up to them already arguing, and the amount of anxiety I felt was crazy, so I grabbed some of my stuff and threw it into a bag. And as I went downstairs, Mum was gone, and it was just Dad. But as I tried to get to the front door, he pushed me over. I said something that pissed him off, so he pushed all the cups and plates and whatnot off of the table, and a big piece of glass got stuck into my arm." My words come out in a rush, my fingers fidgeting with each other as I recount the events of the night, a mixture of frustration and helplessness coloring my tone.

"Fuck, Laura, I'm really sorry," Tony's voice carries a heavy weight of concern, breaking the silence that had enveloped us.

I manage a small smile, the gesture half-hearted. "It is what it is, I guess," I reply with a shrug, my gaze lifting to meet Tony's. But just as I'm about to continue, a sharp pang of pain jolts through my arm as Kellin approaches the wound.

"Shit," I wince, involuntarily leaning my head back against the cool bathroom wall to distract myself from the sensation.

"Sorry," Kellin murmurs softly, his tone apologetic, as he continues to work on cleaning the wound, his attention solely focused on the task at hand.

His touch pauses as he turns my arm slightly, his focus settling on something that catches his eye. Confused, I shift my attention back to Kellin, waiting for an explanation.

"Laura, when was this?" Kellin's voice holds a mixture of concern and realization as he points to the scars on my arm, the ones that had manifested just a couple of weeks ago.

My stomach tightens as the weight of his question sinks in, and I swallow the lump forming in my throat.

Oh

"Tony can you give us a moment please" Kellin says not taking his eyes off me.

I watch as tony silently makes his way out of the bathroom. He glances at me one more time before gently shutting the door, leaving Kellin and I on our own.

My thoughts whirl like leaves caught in a storm, desperately seeking an answer but finding only a void.

"When did you do this, Laura?" Kellin's voice carries a blend of irritation and concern as his gaze pins me down, awaiting my response.

I stumble over my words, the syllables tripping over one another, "Th-those are old, Kellin. I promised you I wouldn't, remember?"

His frustration sharpens into a more palpable annoyance as he studies the scars on my arm. "Lou, these look like they're barely two weeks old, if even that. Don't lie to me," his tone takes on an edge of anger as he pushes himself to his feet, his stance growing more assertive.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, I had to, you don't understand," I blurt out through my sobs, my emotions unraveling.

"No, you didn't have to do anything! Hurting yourself doesn't fix your problems, Laura. If anything, it makes more. What the fuck were you thinking?" Kellin's voice rises, a blend of anger and exasperation.

"I wasn't! That's why it happened! I didn't mean to do it Kellin please," My voice catches as frustration boils over, words spilling out in a mix of desperation and confusion.

"You're unbelievable," Kellin mutters, his voice heavy with frustration and disappointment. He turns to leave, and panic surges within me.

"No, don't go, please, Kell," I plead between sobs, my desperation evident as I grasp onto his arm, hoping my touch will halt his departure. But instead, he shrugs my grip off, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

As the door echoes shut, I crumble. My body gives way, and I find myself on my knees against the wall. Leaning my head against its surface, I'm overcome with uncontrollable sobs that seem to shake my entire being. I try to muffle the sound with my hands, but the intensity of my emotions refuses to be subdued.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrap around me from behind, and as I lower my hands from my face, I find Tony sitting beside me. His eyes trace the some slightly faded and some fully healed scars on my arm, his touch gentle as his fingers navigate the past wounds.

"Oh, Laura," he murmurs softly, a mixture of sadness and concern in his voice.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, shaking my head and looking away, bracing myself for the impending reproach I anticipate. Another sob threatens to escape, but instead of condemnation, Tony's voice carries reassurance.

"No, you have nothing to apologize for," he insists, his tone warm and comforting. He pulls me closer, and without hesitation, I straddle his hips, my head finding a resting place on his shoulder. His arms envelop me securely, forming a barrier against the world's troubles.

The flow of my tears gradually subsides as I close my eyes, allowing the security of Tony's embrace to mend the fractures in my soul. We linger like this, suspended in time, as his hands trace soothing patterns against my skin under my shirt.

Life's quiet when Tony's around.

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Being alone and lonely are two very different things. I love being alone; having that time to yourself and not worrying about anyone else is amazing. But being lonely isn't the same. I've always been lonely. Of course, I've always had Kellin in my life, as well as his band that I grew up with. But I'm not really close to them anymore. Kellin is my only friend. Other people usually have a best friend and then a bunch of other friends. I've always only just had a best friend, no one else to lean on. Until I met Tony.

It's weird because Tony and I are two very different people, but at the same time, we're the same. And now I've met the rest of his band, and they seem to like me. I hope so, anyway. Probably not after what happened tonight, though. Pretty much my whole life just got spilled to them on accident, and they don't even know the whole story. They probably think I'm a crack whore or something - walking into a house covered in blood, crying. That's not a good second impression.

I can't believe Tony knows about pretty much everything and we've only known each other for like, only a month. I told him about Kai and why I didn't kiss him that one night. He's the most understanding person ever. And now he knows my family is a bunch of psychotic, lunatics that don't know how to control their anger or love their own child.

I'm just a broken kid from a broken home who has never had the chance to heal.

I was going to tell him everything. I wanted to tell him. Just. Not like this.

Tony brought me back to his place about an hour ago after Kellin left the room. When we walked out of the bathroom, I tried to talk to Kellin, but he just ignored me, leaving me standing there feeling rather foolish i'm front of everyone.

As much as I wish Tony hadn't witnessed Kellin being mad at me, I'm grateful he was there because I don't know how I would have handled it otherwise.

Now, here we are, sitting on his couch, engrossed in "Me, Myself and Irene." I stumbled upon it in his DVD rack next to the TV. It's my all-time favorite movie, and I was pleasantly surprised to find it here. With Jim Carrey starring in it, it has always been my go-to comfort movie. But as of right now, I have no interest in it.

"Are you okay?" Tony's soft whisper tickles my ear as he moves closer, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I take a deep breath before responding, "Yeah, I guess... I'm just not really in a movie mood." I glance down at my fidgeting hands, trying to put my swirling thoughts into words. "Kellin hates me," I admit, my gaze returning to the TV screen.

Tony shifts into a position that situates me in front of him, and his comforting words flow like a soothing melody. "No, he doesn't," he assures me, his fingers gently intertwining with mine. "He just doesn't understand. You two will be okay. He'll get over himself and realize that he's being a dick, and you guys will be okay again, alright?"

I manage a faint nod because, at this moment, speaking threatens to unleash another wave of tears.

"Okay," Tony says, breaking the brief silence that enveloped us. He rises and switches off the TV before making his way to another room, momentarily leaving me puzzled about his intentions.

"Tony?" I start to ask, but he reappears with one of his acoustic guitars and a notebook in hand.

"When I'm sad, I usually write songs," he explains as he takes a seat on the floor, coaxing me to join him. "Which makes sense because I'm in a band, but that's beside the point." He grins playfully. "We never got to finish the song that you showed us when we half did the band thing. Probably should have gone for the rest of the week, but whatever. Anyways, do you want to help me finish it?" Tony offers, holding the notebook in front of me, where the lyrics from my song "I Love You" are laid.

"Yea, okay," I say with a slight smile. I had completely forgotten about this song. As I read the lyrics scribbled on the pages, memories slowly return – memories of feeling both let down and in love.

It's not true
Tell me I've been lied to
Crying isn't like you
What the hell did I do
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through

Maybe won't you take it back
Say you were tryna make me laugh
And nothing has to change today
You didn't mean to say I love you
I love you and I don't want to

Up all night on another red-eye
I wish we never learned to fly
Maybe we should just try
To tell ourselves a good lie
Didn't mean to make you cry

Maybe won't you take it back
Say you were tryna make me laugh
And nothing has to change today
You didn't mean to say I love you
I love you and I don't want to

"I don't know what else to add," I say, looking back up at him with a puzzled expression.

"Um," he hums, looking around the room, deep in thought for a moment. Then he begins to play the melody we had created those few weeks ago while humming the lyrics to accompany it.

"Ba dada da da da da da da something something dying," he says, then looks at me.

"Dying?" I say, laughing. He just shrugs and smiles at me.

"Yes," he says smiling before repeating the same melody he had sung earlier.

I smile genuinely at him, a bit confused about what he's trying to come up with. He repeats the "lyrics" again, adding in a few words each time.

"You didn't mean to say 'I love you, I love you,' and I don't want to," he mumbles. "The smile that you gave me even when you felt like dying," he adds on slightly, then looks back up at me, raising his eyebrows, waiting for my approval.

"Wait, that actually goes really well. Write that down," I say, handing him the notebook. He quickly writes the words down, and we both nod in agreement, satisfied with how the song is shaping up.

"Okay, sing it from the chorus onto that part, and just continue singing until something comes together, like you did when you helped me write Wonderless," Tony instructs as he starts to play the melody for the song.

I pick up the notebook, reading the words off of it, trying to remember how the lyrics go.

"Maybe won't you take it back, say you were trying to make me laugh, and nothing has to change today, you didn't mean to say 'I love you, I love you,' and I don't want to," I sing quietly, looking up at Tony who nods at me to keep going. So, I look back to the notebook at the words he had written, searching for the next lines.

"The smile that you gave me even when you felt like dyin'," I sing, the guitar accompanying my voice with a quieter melody. I continue with whatever comes to my head first.

"We fall apart as it gets dark, I'm in your arms in Central Park. There's nothing you could do or say, I can't escape the way I love you," I add on, surprised that it fits well with the song.

"I will never understand how you can just say whatever comes to your head but make it work," Tony says, smiling slightly. I just shrug before writing those lyrics down with the rest.

"I reckon if we just add the end of the chorus onto that, the song will be finished," Tony says before writing down, "I don't want to but I love you."

"And that's it?" I say, looking at the finished song on the pages.

"That's it," Tony replies with a smile on his face as he puts the guitar down. I smile back at him, and he leans against the wall. I move closer to him, leaning my back against his chest as I pick up the guitar he laid down.

"You know how to play?" he asks, moving his arms around my stomach, pulling me closer into him.

"I know a thing or two," I say, shrugging, as a chuckle escapes his lips.

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"What are you even looking for?" Tony asked as we strolled through the supermarket aisles, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering overhead.

"You're going to have to wait and see," I teased, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "I used to make it all the time as a kid, especially when there was pretty much no food in the house. It's a very common Australian snack," I added, my Australian accent giving a hint of authenticity to my words, as I continued to lead him forward by his hand.

"Right, I forgot you grew up in Australia" Tony replies.

"Mhm. Do you have bread at your house?" I inquired, casting a quick glance at the neatly organized shelves of various bread loaves, still in search of the one item we needed.

"Of course, I do. Who do you think I am?" Tony replied with a grin, his tone light and playful. Before I could respond, my keen eye finally spotted the thing we'd been on the lookout for.

"I found it!" I exclaimed with a triumphant grin, grabbing the can off of the shelf and handing it to Tony, who looked at it with an amused expression.

"Spaghetti in a can?" Tony questioned, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

"Mhm," I nodded affirmatively, tugging his hand as I once again led him through the aisles, this time in search of cheese.

"If you're trying to make spaghetti bolognese, I don't really think this is how you make it," Tony remarked, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"I mean, if you tried, you could honestly make it work somehow," I replied, glancing back at him with a playful smirk. "But good thing that's not what we're making," I added, swiftly grabbing a bag of already shredded cheese as we made our way to the checkout.

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"Okay, Miss May," Tony said, placing the grocery bags on the kitchen bench. "What are we making?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he looked back at me.

"Well, Mister Perry," I began, grabbing the food items out of the bag, "it's going to sound very lame, but it's literally just spaghetti on toast," I said with a grin.

Tony let out a dramatic sigh and replied, "Yeah, that does sound pretty lame."

"Hey!" I protested, playfully hitting his chest, which earned me a warm smile in return. Our banter filled the kitchen with a sense of camaraderie and comfort.

"Can't say I've ever had it though, so I guess I'm just going to have to trust you when you say it's good," Tony remarked, leaning back against the kitchen counter as he watched me prepare our meal.

I walked over to the oven, preheating it, and then grabbed two slices of bread. Returning to Tony, I handed him the can of spaghetti. "Can you open this, please?" I asked. He nodded, taking it from my hand and swiftly opening it before passing it back to me. I smiled at him, then placed the slices of bread onto a baking tray and spread the canned spaghetti evenly over them. Afterward, I sprinkled some cheese on top before sliding it into the oven, setting a timer for 10 minutes.

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"Is that it?" Tony questioned, a hint of skepticism in his voice, as I placed the spaghetti on toast onto two separate plates.

"Tony, be quiet and just eat it. Trust me when I tell you it's good," I replied, sliding one of the plates over to him. The dish may have sounded simple, but it definitely tasted really good.

Tony looked at me, curiosity dancing in his eyes, and I just smiled playfully before he finally took a bite of my masterpiece creation.

He raised his eyebrows, his expression shifting from skepticism to surprise. "Wait, this is actually pretty good," he declared, taking another bite.

"I told you," I chimed in with a grin, savoring a bite of my own.

Tony and I made our way to his couch, both of us searching for something to watch. Eventually, we settled on a random movie and sat there, enjoying each other's company as we finished our simple meal.

After a few minutes, Tony took our empty plates and swiftly made his way to the kitchen, efficiently cleaning up the remnants of our meal. He returned to the couch, pulling me closer to him, and his arm adorned with colorful drawings enveloped me, holding me close. His hand traced random patterns on my arm as we lounged comfortably before his fingers very gently grazed over the bandage on my arm.

"Promise me," he suddenly said, breaking the silence.

"What?" I look up at him, puzzled.

He paused for a moment, his gaze locking onto mine before he continued.

Tony's eyes flickered between mine, searching for something in my gaze, as if trying to read my thoughts.

"Promise me, you won't hurt yourself again," he whispered.

"Tony I can't-" I began to speak, but he cut me off.

"No, Laura, please," he said, his voice filled with urgency. I averted my gaze, not wanting to delve into this conversation.

"I really don't want to be having this conversation... again," I muttered, my voice faltering. Every conversation like this always ends in a broken promise. And it's always my fault.

"Just promise me," Tony insisted. "Even if you don't mean it, I just want to hear you say it. I'm always here for you, always. If you ever feel like hurting yourself, just call me. I'll never leave you, okay? Just promise me."

"I made that promise to Kellin, and he said the same thing, yet I still broke it and now he won't talk to me" I hesitated, my mind grappling with the weight of promises made and broken.

"But I'm not Kellin," Tony said earnestly. "I won't get mad at you. Ever. Just at least promise me that you'll try."

I looked back up at him. His face was a mix of seriousness and softness. I sighed and lowered my gaze to my hands, feeling the weight of his words.

"Okay," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I promise."

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"I want you, to perform with us tonight," Tony says softly, his warm breath brushing against my ear. Startled, I roll over to face him, blinking away the sleep from my eyes, which are now wide with confusion.

"You want me to what?" I mumble, still groggy from being abruptly woken up.

Tony leans in closer, his warm hands finding their place on either side of my body. "We have a show tonight," he whispers, his voice low and intimate, sending shivers down my spine. "It's just a small one here in town. And I was thinking, you should sing 'Wonderless' with us."

I sit up, the idea still swirling around my mind. "Are you crazy?!" I exclaim, my eyes widening slightly. "Me? Singing? In front of a lot of people? Absolutely not," I protest, attempting to roll back over, but Tony's presence prevents it.

"It's only a few hundred people, Laura, come on," Tony insists, his persuasive tone coaxing me. "I'll be right there with you. You have a talent. Use it. The band will be there," he continues, and then adds, "Kellin will be there." At the mention of Kellin, I groan in response, trying to bury my face under the blanket.

"Come on, Laura. You've gotta talk to him," Tony urges, but I've had enough for now. I throw the blanket off me and sit on the edge of the bed. "I've tried. He's the one who won't talk to me," I reply, making my way to the bathroom and shutting the door, cutting off further discussion.

"Please, Laura, just see him today and check if he has stopped being an asshole," Tony's voice pleads from the other side of the bathroom door. "And please, pretty, pretty, pretty please perform with us. It's just one song, and it'll be at the end of the show," he continues.

I've never performed in front of people before. My singing has always been confined to the privacy of Kellin and the rest of the SWS guys. I've always dreamt of performing, but I've never had the right equipment to even record songs, let alone perform. Maybe Tony's right. I can't avoid Kellin forever. He's my best friend, and surely, he's not still mad at me... hopefully.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I quickly wash my face, then using my shirt to dry it. With a deep breath, I open the bathroom door, revealing Tony sitting cross-legged on the floor just outside. He looks up at me, his eyes soft, hidden behind his glasses that sit perfectly on his face with a gentle smile. I look down at him, and I can't help but return the smile.

"Okay," I say, trying to contain the blush that's creeping onto my face from the way he's looking at me. Suddenly, I'm pulled to the floor, landing on top of Tony. A gasp escapes my lips at the sudden move he pulled, but it's quickly followed by a laugh as he rolls us over so that he's now hovering over me.

As Tony's lips moved with a featherlight touch, trailing a soft, teasing path just under my jawline, a shiver of pleasure rippled through me. I could feel the warmth of his breath, his closeness making my heart race. He knew exactly what he was doing, stirring a delightful tension between us.

"Okay?" he mumbles against my neck.

"I will talk to Kellin," I asserted, my voice wavering just slightly under the electrifying sensations coursing through my body.

"And?" he inquired, as he leans back up, his head tilting slightly to one side as his deep brown eyes locked onto mine, his gaze unwavering, his intent clear.

"And, I will sing 'Wonderless' with you guys," I finish, my voice filled with newfound resolve. The thought of performing in front of an audience, with Tony and the band by my side, sent a thrilling shiver down my spine.

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My fingers toyed with a loose thread on my jeans, worry gnawing at me. "But what if he won't talk to me? I don't want to just stand there, embarrassed in front of everyone like last time," I confessed, my eyes darting over to Tony. He kept his gaze firmly on the road ahead, as if the answer was written on the asphalt. He'd managed to convince me to perform with the band tonight, and somehow, he'd roped in the rest of the guys, and even their manager had worked some magic to extend our stage time. It was just one song, nothing could go wrong, I hoped.

"You'll be fine. Just ask him if you two can talk privately, away from everyone," He glanced at me, a reassuring smile playing at the corner of his lips, his attention returning to the road. The road ahead seemed to stretch on forever, a metaphor for the uncertainties lurking in my mind.

"Yeah, okay," I sighed, my gaze dropping to my fumbling fingers. I looked up as we pulled up to the back of the venue, surrounded by other cars and busses.

"Aren't you supposed to arrive with the rest of the band in one of those?" I asked, a hint of confusion in my tone as I pointed at one of the busses.

Tony chuckled, undoing his seatbelt. "Well, usually we do, but since it's only a 30-minute drive from all of our houses, we don't have to. Plus, we start tour in like 3 months, so..." His words trailed off, hinting at the casual nature of the night ahead.

I nodded and followed Tony as we both exited the car. He took my hand, and we strolled through the back of the venue. We passed several people along the way, individuals Tony seemed to know, presumably part of his team, though I wasn't entirely sure. After navigating a few hallways and making various turns, we approached a door on the right with a piece of paper that read "PIERCE THE VEIL." On the opposite wall to the left, there was another note that said "SLEEPING WITH SIRENS."

As Tony reached for the door with his band's name on it, I mustered the courage to speak up.

"Um, I'm going to go and see if Kellin is in here," I said, gesturing towards the other door.

"Okay. Tell me how it goes, all right?" Tony replied, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze before entering his room, leaving me alone in the hallway.

After a few moments of gathering my nerves, I raised my hand to knock on the door, but before I could, it swung open, revealing Kellin on the other side.

"Oh, hey," Kellin said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Hi," I replied awkwardly, and we both stood there, unsure of what to say.

"Look," he began as I looked up at him, my curiosity piqued. "I'm truly sorry about the way I acted the other day. It just hurts to see you hurt yourself, especially over things that aren't worth your time," he said as he pulled me into a hug. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around him too, and he continued.

"I had no right to get mad at you. I'm supposed to be your best friend, and I really didn't act like it. I was supposed to look after you, not leave you in there by yourself," he finished, letting out a sigh.

"No, you had every right to be angry with me," I quickly replied, shaking my head. "It's okay though. Tony looked after me," I said, looking up at Kellin and smiling slightly.

"You really like him, huh?" Kellin asked softly, releasing me from the hug.

"Yeah, I really do," I said, smiling, as Kellin offered a small smile back with a nod.

"Okay, but make sure you let him know that if he does anything to hurt you like Kai did, I will not hesitate to put a hole in his face," he said. Before I could respond, he asked, "What are you doing back here anyway?"

"Oh, um, I'm gonna sing one of the songs I helped Tony write when we first met tonight," I said, smiling like a child.

"No way!" Kellin exclaimed, his smile matching mine. I just nodded before the door behind me swung open.

"Uh, hey, Laura, Kellin," Vic said, looking between us. "Sorry to interrupt you guys, but we need to steal Laura for a moment," Vic added, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into the room, leaving Kellin confused.

"Hello to you too," I said, laughing slightly, as Vic took me to where the guys were sitting.

"Tony, your girlfriend is back," Vic says as I sit down between Tony and Jaime. I feel myself begin to blush at Vic's choice of words, while Tony lets out a nervous laugh.

"You guys are together!?" Jaime asks, his eyes widening.

"No," Tony and I say in sync, which causes Jaime and Vic to laugh.

"Uh huh, because it definitely seems like you guys are," Vic teases as he grabs a snack from the fridge. Before I can respond, Tony thankfully changes the subject.

"So, here's our plan. We're going into soundcheck in, like, honestly, 2 minutes. You don't need to come because you're just gonna use Vic's mic so that it saves the technicians any trouble. You can just stay in here if you like, and when it's time for you to come on, someone will come and grab you, okay? Practice singing though, and warm your voice up, alright?" he says, and I just nod in response.

As Tony finishes explaining the plan, I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. This is really happening, and I can't believe I'm going to sing with the band. I glance over at Vic and Jaime, who are still chuckling at their playful teasing.

"Alright, I'll stay here and do whatever," I reply with a smile.

"Good. We'll come get you when it's your turn," Jaime says, giving me an encouraging pat on the back before the guys head out for their soundcheck.

I watch them leave the room, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. This is a big step for me, and I can't help but wonder how the crowd will react when I join the stage later.

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It's been roughly an hour and 45 minutes since the guys left, which means I'm getting closer to the moment someone will come and fetch me. The distant, muffled sounds of Sleeping With Sirens' performance have now been replaced by Pierce the Veil's music, growing clearer by the second.

Kellin and Nick had popped in briefly earlier while the other two band members retreated to their room. Now, I'm here alone, battling the anxiety that's slowly creeping in. I've diligently warmed up my voice, rehearsed every lyric of the song, and had Tony send me a demo file, which has been playing on a loop. My determination not to mess up is the only thing keeping my nerves at bay.

At last, the door swings open, revealing a guy who doesn't seem much older than me.

"Uh, we need you to come to the side of the stage. You're on in about 5 minutes," he informs me. I jump up immediately as he exits. I follow him closely, my anxiety intensifying as we draw nearer to the stage.

After navigating through a series of turns and long hallways, we finally reach our destination. I position myself closer to the side, just out of view from the crowd, but with a clear sight of the guys performing. Their passion for what they do is palpable, evident on every one of their faces.

Suddenly, the same guy who led me here approaches with something in his hands.

"Could you please put these in your ears?" he asks, handing me what looks like earplugs.

"Sure, but what are these?" I inquire before fitting them perfectly into my ears.

"These are just earpieces. They help you hear yourself clearly and the others on stage," he explains with a friendly smile, then walks away.

A few moments later, the song concludes, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Tony heads over to another guy, giving him his guitar, before returning to the front of the stage where Vic starts addressing the audience.

"San Diego, you never fail to surprise us," he declares into the mic, scanning the enthusiastic crowd. "I know I said that was going to be our last song, but we actually have a special guest tonight and no, it's no Kellin. I do promise we'll play King For A Day for you guys soon," Vic continues, prompting even louder cheers from the crowd, which sends my nerves into overdrive.

"Hey, how are you feeling? Did you talk to Kellin" a voice asks, reaching for my hand. I jump slightly in surprise, realizing that Tony is now standing in front of me. I must have zoned out.

"Just a little nervous. And yeah I did. We're all good now," I reply, wrapping my arms around him as I rest my head on his chest. In truth, I'm trembling with anxiety, but there's no need to burden him with that. His arms encircle me, providing a comforting embrace, as Vic continues his address.

"So, we've got something special for you tonight," Vic begins, addressing the eager crowd. "This is a brand-new song, never been released, never performed before. We only decided to play it today, so excuse Tony if he fucks it up" Vic says laughing, looking over to us. "This one's called 'Wonderless,' and it was actually co-written by Tony and a talented girl named Laura. We'd love for her to sing it for you all tonight. Is that okay with you guys?" Vic says, engaging the audience with enthusiasm.

The crowd erupts with cheers, a resounding yes to Vic's question. Tony, his face radiant with pride, glances down at me, and I return the smile.

"See, you're gonna be just fine. They're eager to hear you sing," he reassures me, his comforting hand on my back. Vic, beaming, looks our way.

"That's what I thought. So, if Laura would love to join us right now, that would be absolutely amazing," Vic announces, his smile directed at Tony and me. Without hesitation, Tony gently guides me to the stage, his hand a reassuring presence on my back.

As soon as we step onto the stage, my nerves vanish, and it feels like I've found where I truly belong. I look out at the sea of faces, grinning widely, and then catch sight of Kellin down at the front. He beams at me, and I return the smile.

Vic motions to the crew, who quickly bring out two stools, positioning them at the center front of the stage. Tony and I take our seats, and the crew readies the mic stand for me while someone else hands Tony an acoustic guitar. Vic steps forward, adjusting the microphone to my height. With everything set up, he removes the mic from it's stand and hands it to Tony before leaving the stage.

"So this is Laura, everybody," Tony begins, gesturing towards me, and the crowd responds with another wave of cheers. A warm smile adorns my face as I survey the sea of eager faces, offering a small wave in acknowledgment.

"We met at, well, a band thing—I don't really know what else to call it. We went for like, 3 days. Probably should have stayed for the whole week," he chuckles, glancing back at me. "And on the very first day, which was also the day we first met, she helped me finish writing this song that we're about to play for you guys. So, if you could please light up this room with your torches for her," Tony concludes, placing the microphone back on the stand in front of me. And with that, the room slowly lights up with the light from people's phones. He looks at me tenderly before strumming the first chords on his guitar, giving me the subtle cue to begin singing.

"I don't care if your beautiful lips exist out there"

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"That was fucking crazy," I exclaim as Tony and I head towards his car, the adrenaline from the small performance still coursing through my veins. The crowd's energy, their cheers and applause, it's all still echoing in my ears.

"You did incredible. They absolutely loved you," Tony says with an exuberant grin, leaning against his car as he pulls me closer, enveloping me in a warm embrace. I loop my arms around his neck, his warmth and the scent of his cologne making me feel safe and cherished.

"Do you really think so?" I inquire, gazing up at him, my fingers lightly tracing the contours of his hair.

"I know so," he murmurs softly, his eyes now fixed on the starry night above. Lost in his thoughts, he's utterly captivating. I can't help but steal glances at his tattoos that adorn his neck, the colorful tapestry of ink that graces his body, and the way his hair tumbles across his face, giving him an almost mystical aura. As if sensing my gaze, he looks back down at me, our eyes locking, but he remains silent. My heart quickens as my attention shifts to his inviting lips, the tension between us growing palpable in the night air.

The moment lingers, a charged silence between us under the starlit sky. I feel my heartbeat pounding in my chest as our faces draw closer, the anticipation almost unbearable. I can't help but wonder if he's thinking the same thing I am, if he feels the magnetic pull that's grown between us since the day we first met.

I lean in a bit closer, but as our lips are about to touch, I pull away.

"Sorry," I mumble, looking at the ground, embarrassed.

"No, don't be sorry," he says, pushing my hair away from my face, sending me a soft smile.

"I do want to kiss you, Tony. So, so bad. But it's just hard," I say, playing with the hem of his shirt.

A few moments pass as we stand there in silence. The wind starts to get colder and colder by the second.

"Let me take you somewhere. Let's try that kiss again," he says softly.

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Sitting beside Tony in his car, my heart races with anticipation. The soft glow of the dashboard casts an illuminating light on our faces, creating an intimate ambiance. A gentle sprinkle of rain taps rhythmically on the windows, enhancing the sense of closeness between us. Excitement and nervousness intertwine, causing my cheeks to flush with a mixture of emotions, adding to the charged atmosphere that envelops us.

The stars twinkle above, casting a gentle glow on the world around us. Tony has taken me to a secluded spot, facing the ocean, away from the hustle and bustle of our small town. The soft hum of the car's engine and the distant sound of crickets fill the air, creating a serene atmosphere that envelops us.

My mind races with thoughts and questions. I have dreamed of this moment, of feeling Tony's lips against mine. But now that it is here, I can't help but feel that familiar feeling mixed with fear and uncertainty. What if I don't live up to his expectations? What if I repeat what happened the first time Tony tried to kiss me?

I glance over at Tony, and his eyes hold a mix of tenderness and longing. I can tell he feels the weight of the moment too. His hand reaches out, gently brushing against mine, and it sends shivers down my spine. The touch is electric, easing my nerves.

The silence between us is thick, and each passing moment is filled with unspoken words and desires. I know that the decision is mine to make. Tony has been waiting for me to be ready for so long now. You've always been so patient with me tone. I take a deep breath, drawing in the intoxicating scent of his cologne that fills the air, and nerves shoot through my body.

"Come here," Tony's soft voice interrupts my thoughts as he notices my uneasiness, urging me to join him. He pulls me over gently, positioning me to straddle his lap as I place my arms awkwardly beside me.

Whispering, he urges, "Close your eyes for me." Uncertainty lingers within me, but his gaze radiates unwavering trust. With hesitant anticipation, I let my eyelids flutter shut. Tenderly, he guides my arms around his neck, allowing my fingers to explore the softness of his hair. His hands find their place on my waist, his thumbs tracing soothing circles on the exposed skin beneath my shirt, easing the racing thoughts in my mind.

As I settle into the embrace, I feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, causing a delightful tingle to dance along my spine. His soft lips graze my shoulder with tender affection, igniting a surge of electric shivers throughout my body.

"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. With my eyes still closed, I nod gently, a subtle affirmation that gives him permission to continue.

Overwhelmed by the delicate touch, I part my lips slightly, my anticipation growing, as he places another gentle kiss near the curve of my collarbone, leaving a trail of delightful sensations in his wake.

"This?" he asks again, seeking reassurance. With a serene smile, I offer another gentle nod, conveying my continued consent and desire for him to proceed.

His lips continue their unhurried journey, trailing delicate kisses across my chest, lingering with tenderness until they reach the delicate curve of my neck. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, my body instinctively responds, and I lean my head to the side, granting him unrestricted access to the vulnerable expanse of my neck. A sigh escapes my lips, a silent invitation for him to explore further, as the sensations intertwine with growing desire.

"And this?" he whispers.

Before I can reply, in an act devoid of hesitation, he tenderly sucks on my neck, sending a jolt of unfamiliar pleasure through my body. A sharp intake of breath escapes my lips, betraying the sensation that caught me off guard. I instinctively tug at his hair ever so slightly, earning a groan from Tony.

I nod my head eagerly, answering his previous question.

I become acutely aware of his warm breath, which now falls heavily against the sensitive skin of my neck. Feeling the mischievous smirk that adorns his lips against my neck, a rush of anticipation floods through me.

He lifts his head slightly, his warm breath caressing my ear in a delicate dance. "And what about this?" His words escape in a soft whisper, his voice lowering.

He tightens his grip on my waist, with a swift, deliberate motion, he rolls my hips forward, bringing me closer onto him. The realization dawns upon me as I can feel the unmistakable presence of his arousal beneath me, creating an intoxicating blend of heat and longing that permeates the air. A shiver of excitement tingles down my spine as I surrender further to the delicious tension building between us, eagerly embracing the intoxicating path we have embarked upon.

Forcing myself to release a quick breath, I manage to utter a breathless "Yes" in response. Satisfied with my answer, he guides me back to my original position, his lips instantly finding solace on my neck once again. With an insistent fervour, he resumes his gentle suction, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me, intertwining with the flickers of sensation that dance beneath his skilful touch. I find myself surrendering to the enticing blend of vulnerability and ecstasy that unfolds with each passing minute.

Lost in the moment, I instinctively roll my hips forward, re-seeking the close contact again, but Tony's firm grip on my waist tightens, keeping me still, heightening the tantalizing tease of his touch. The world around us fades into the background as we surrender to the intoxicating dance of exploration and restraint.

With deliberate intent, His lips ascend My neck, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their place. They reach the sensitive area just beneath my jaw, where he places gentle, lingering kisses, tracing the contours of my jawline. As his affectionate gestures continue, his fingers dig into my waist, creating a thrilling combination of pleasure and slight discomfort that amplifies the intensity of the moment. The world narrows down to the exquisite interplay of his lips, his touch, and the crescendo of emotions building within us, creating an intoxicating blend of passion and connection.

After planting gentle kisses on my cheek and the tip of my nose, he continues the tender exploration, tracing a path across my face, reaching my other cheek. Tonys warm, slow breath brushes across my lips, tantalizingly close, signalling his proximity.

In this intimate gesture, he gently cups my cheek with his soft hand. His thumb delicately traces over my lips, causing a slight pull on my bottom lip before returning to its original position. As he does this, his hand finds its place at the back of my neck, with his thumb resting under my chin, creating a tender and affectionate connection between the two of us.

We sit here, suspended in this moment, a charged silence enveloping us as I wait for him to bridge the final distance. It gradually dawns on me that I'm the one who needs to make the move; he's patiently waiting, leaving the decision in my hands, empowering me to take that leap of desire, adding an exhilarating layer of anticipation to the intimate connection we share.

Tony senses my breathing quickening, the subtle change in rhythm giving away the racing thoughts that threaten to disrupt the charged atmosphere between us. With a gentle understanding, he closes the gap ever so slightly, placing a tender kiss next to my lips, a teasing gesture that acknowledges our shared desire without fully indulging it. The sensation of his warm breath brushing against my skin sends a delightful shiver down my spine, intensifying the anticipation that pulses through my veins.

As the weight of the moment hangs in the air, I gather my courage, determined to bridge the small yet significant gap that separates our lips. With a steady resolve, I inch closer, my heart pounding in my chest. The world around us fades into the background, and all that matters is the magnetic pull drawing us together, urging us to explore the depths of our connection.

With a gentle, deliberate movement, I bridge the divide, allowing our lips to meet in a tender, long-awaited union. In that precise moment, we both release a simultaneous, breathy sigh, overwhelmed by the surge of electrifying sensation that accompanies the sudden contact.

We pull apart slightly, creating a minuscule space between our lips, and for a brief moment, our eyes lock in an unspoken understanding. But driven by an overwhelming sense of urgency and the fear that this magical connection could slip away, I close the gap once again, pressing my lips against his with heightened eagerness.

In this second kiss, there is an undeniable fervour, an insatiable hunger that propels my actions. It's as if time itself has become a merciless adversary, threatening to snatch away this enchanting moment. The kiss deepens, fuelled by an unyielding desire to capture every ounce of his essence, to etch this intense connection into the fabric of my memory.

Lost in the intoxication, I move my hand with deliberate intent, guiding it to the back of his neck. With a firm yet gentle grasp, I pull him closer towards me, erasing any remaining space between our bodies. The sensation of his touch, warm and possessive, sends a shiver of desire cascading down my spine, intensifying the already electrifying connection we share.

As his fingers entwine in my hair, his touch acts as an anchor, grounding us in the sea of passion that swirls between us. The firmness of his grip conveys both strength and vulnerability, igniting a surge of emotions that course through our veins. In this intimate gesture, I can feel the depth of his longing, the unspoken words that reside within his touch, and the unyielding desire that binds us together.

With my neck cradled in his hand, I surrender further to the magnetic pull that draws us inexorably closer. The world around us dissolves into a haze as our bodies meld together, dancing to the rhythm of our shared passion. In this embrace, every sensation is amplified, every touch a testament to the profound connection that pulses between us.

My eagerness knows no bounds as I roll my hips forward, driven by an intense need for some sort of relief. In this moment of heightened desire, I gently tug on his hair, pulling his head back ever so slightly to deepen the kiss. As he groans into my mouth, a surge of arousal courses through me, fuelling my passion and escalating my desire with each passing second.

"I need you, Tony. God, I need you so bad," I pant out in a breathless whisper, my words punctuated by the intoxicating rhythm of our kisses. The urgency in my voice reflects the depth of my desire, an unquenchable yearning that permeates every fiber of my being.

Sensing the gravity of my words, he pulls away ever so slightly, his gaze filled with a mix of concern and lust.

"Are you sure?" he asks seriously. With a deliberate yet gentle touch, he cups my face, his thumb tracing a soothing pattern along my cheek. His eyes search mine, seeking not only confirmation of my desire but also an affirmation of my consent.

The air between us crackles with anticipation as I meet his gaze, my eyes reflecting a potent mix of desire and unwavering certainty. "Yes, Tone. I'm sure," I reply, my voice laced with conviction. The tremor of lust that dances in his eyes only serves to ignite my own flames of passion, fuelling the fiery intensity of this shared moment.

Driven by desire, he wastes no time in reconnecting our lips once more, his hands fidgeting with anticipation. In a momentary break from our passionate embrace, he reaches  into the console, searching for something. With a swift motion, he pulls away, revealing a condom held delicately between his tattooed fingers.

"Positive?" he asks again, his eyes searching mine for any signs of doubt. I meet his gaze with unwavering determination, my desire burning bright in my eyes. "100%," I reply, my voice laced with a mix of anticipation and trust.

Without hesitation, he leans in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss that ignites a fiery spark within me. The taste of his lips, the pressure of his touch, everything about this moment feels electric. As our tongues dance in a passionate rhythm, I feel his movements beneath me, a silent reassurance of his desire and commitment.

In a seamless motion, he delicately lifts me up, allowing our bodies to shift and adjust. The anticipation heightens as he begins to remove my loose, baggy pants, slowly revealing the vulnerable layers beneath. With each passing second, the air thickens with desire, our connection deepening as the layers of clothing fall away. My underwear follows suit, a symbol of the intimacy we are about to share.

In this raw and intimate moment, time seems to stand still. Every touch, every movement is infused with a potent mixture of longing and tenderness. We have embarked on a journey of pleasure and vulnerability, and as our bodies entwine, we surrender ourselves to the intoxicating passion.

As his hands explore the expanse of my bare skin, a shiver of anticipation courses through my body. he leans forward so his lips meet my skin in a tender on my chest. The softness of his touch against his firm grasp sends waves of pleasure radiating through me, intertwining with the growing ache of desire.

As the anticipation builds, I instinctively shift myself slightly forward, as I hold him against my entrance . With an intensified passion and need, he reconnects our lips, a surge of desire coursing between us. Our kiss becomes a vessel for unspoken desires, each movement fuelling the fire within us.

Just moments later, he rests his forehead against mine, allowing us a brief moment of shared vulnerability.

"You're safe with me, okay," Tony whispers, his eyes locked onto mine, radiating genuine trust and reassurance. "If you want to stop at any time you tell me straight away and we can stop" he says, his eyes filled with seriousness, making my heart skip a beat as gently plants a soft kiss on my forehead, a tender gesture that melts away any worry.

"Okay" I whisper before placing a quick kiss on his lips.

With a slow and deliberate motion, I start to lower myself, feeling him gradually sinking into me. A gasp escapes my lips as the sudden sensation overwhelms me, yet I refuse to surrender to it completely. Determined to savour every detail of this experience, I keep my eyes open, fixed on Tony's face, eager to witness the raw emotions and pleasure reflected in his expressions.

After a slight pause to let myself adjust, I lower myself onto him more, I notice his gaze shifting downward, his eyes tracing the mesmerizing sight of our bodies finally uniting. His brows furrow slightly, evidence of his focused concentration, as he savours the intimate connection between us.

With parted lips, his breath becomes a rhythm of anticipation and desire, growing slower yet heavier with each passing moment. It's as if time stands still, allowing us to fully immerse ourselves in the profound intensity of the experience. Every detail of his expression speaks volumes, reflecting both the depth of his pleasure and the emotional connection we share.

He lets out a soft sigh of contentment as I lean my head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace. Finally, as the last of him sinks into me, I feel a sense of completeness that I've never felt before.

The scent of his cologne mixed with his natural musk envelops me, making me feel safe and secure in his arms. As I lean in closer, I can feel the softness of his skin against mine.

"fuck lou" he breathlessly utters my name, brushing my hair away from my face, before his hands rest firmly on my waist. Taking a moment to savor this newfound sensation, I close my eyes before slowly and rhythmically moving my hips up and down.

Our lips meet, and the intensity of our connection ignites as he eagerly reciprocates the kiss. His fingers grip my waist, and with a delicate motion, I raise and lower myself upon him. A blissful sensation courses through me.

"Oh my god," I breathe out, a soft sigh escaping my lips as our kisses deepen in their intensity. The gentle nod from him affirms the profound pleasure we both feel in this intimate union. Encouraged by his response, I gradually increase the pace, feeling Tony's firm grip on my waist guiding me to move faster and more fervently than before.

Our heavy breaths mingle in the air, creating an electric atmosphere charged with desire and an undeniable connection. The room is filled with the intoxicating symphony of our pleasure, punctuated by the soft moans that escape our lips, finding their way between our deep, passionate kisses.

"i need to feel you more tony, i can't handle this." I whimper into his mouth, a plea for him to fulfill the insatiable craving that engulfs me. He instantly understands my desire, his hand deftly searching the side of the seat until he finds what he seeks. In one fluid motion, he reclines, his arm encircling my back, pulling me against him until our bodies are pressed tightly together.

Without warning, Tony's movements shift, his rhythm changing as he begins to thrust upwards with a newfound determination. The shift in angle sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through me, causing me to gasp and surrender further to the sensations that envelop us.

The sheer intensity of our connection leaves us both lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, unable to restrain our moans that escape, melding with the passionate symphony we create. Our lips meet again, hungry for the taste of each other, and I can feel Tony's moans reverberating against my mouth, driving me further into a state of pure bliss.

As our bodies move in perfect harmony, the world outside our shared space ceases to exist. We become enveloped in each other, the boundaries between us dissolving as our desire intensifies. Tony's thrusts become a symphony of pleasure, pushing us both toward the edge of ecstasy with every powerful movement.

"Fuck, Tony," I moan loudly, my voice betraying the overwhelming pleasure that courses through me, as my head finds solace in the crook of his neck.

"You feel so good, Lou," Tony pants, his voice a breathless confession of his own overwhelming pleasure. In response, I moan against his neck, the sound vibrating through our shared space, heightening the intensity of our connection.

"Tony, I think I'm close," I softly whine, feeling a tight knot of anticipation forming in the depths of my core.

He responds with a skillful touch, one of his hands venturing between us, expertly stimulating my most sensitive spot. The rhythmic motion sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my body, intensifying the pressure coiling within me.

"Come for me, Laura," he whispers huskily into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. The command ignites a fire within me, the final catalyst that propels me over the precipice of ecstasy. I gasp, my body convulsing with waves of intense pleasure as my release washes over me like a tidal wave.

Summoning every ounce of strength, I lift myself up as my gaze meets Tony's , desperate to share this profound moment of connection. Our lips collide once more, sealing our passion in a breathtaking kiss. As his thrusts gradually lose their rhythm, I moan against his mouth, the sensitivity of my core heightened by our shared climax. Breaking the kiss, I shift my gaze downward, witnessing the raw intensity etched on Tony's face, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his lips slightly parted as he savors the remnants of our shared pleasure.

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this was more awkward to write then what i thought it was gonna be HELP HOW DO PEOPLE DO THIS

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A month has passed since Tony and I shared our first kiss, and since then, we've hardly spent a moment apart. The only exceptions are when I have to return home due to my complicated relationship with my parents. Nevertheless, everything is going splendidly. It's been years since I've felt this happy. Finally, I have dependable friends by my side, and they certainly know how to make every moment enjoyable.

Each passing day, my feelings for Tony seem to swell, an overwhelming tide of affection that occasionally scares me with its intensity. I've never experienced such profound feelings for anyone before. The curious thing is, Tony and I haven't spoken about our feeling for each other. We're kind of just. Existing. I hope he feels the same way as I do about him. But in his presence, happiness flows through me like a gentle river, and I can only hope that I bring the same joy to his life as he does to mine, even if it's just a little bit.

Every day, Tony makes me feel more alive than I ever thought possible. It's a sensation I'm still trying to fully grasp. It's strange, yet undeniably captivating, like discovering a new color in a familiar painting. This feeling, I believe, is one I could easily grow accustomed to, especially if it continues to revolve around him.

He makes it easy to keep my promise.

It's been around a month now, since, Kellin and Sierra took the step to make their relationship official, and it's a sight to behold. I was so excited when Kellin told me he finally made it official with her. I swear they were in the talking stage for at least a good year. But they easily earn the title of the most endearing couple I've ever witnessed. Literally.

I can vividly recall a time when Kellin was deeply infatuated with a girl who callously played with his emotions, pushing him to his lowest point. Witnessing his happiness now, wrapped in Sierra's love and affection, fills my heart with elation. Kellin has found someone who cherishes him as he deserves, and it's a joy to see him in this blissful chapter of his life.

About a week ago, Sierra and I had a girls' night to deepen our connection. I shared all of Kellin's quirky secrets and childhood embarrassments with her, and while she mostly took it in stride, some revelations genuinely surprised her. The expressions on her face were priceless.

Sierra's truly a sweet soul with a generous heart. It's evident that they're a perfect match and deserve each other more than anything.

Vic and Jaime remain the same dynamic duo, navigating the single life with their usual charm. Jaime continues to be the life of the party, and our catch-ups have been nothing short of lively. Interestingly, he's been talking to someone special lately, keeping her name under wraps. What matters most, though, is that she brings happiness to his life.

Vic got entangled with someone named Sofia, and at first, she appeared genuinely sweet, charming all of us around her. However, as time unfolded, it became apparent that she harbored a controlling and rude side that caught us off guard. Convincing Vic to end things with her was a relief, but that's when things took a dark turn.

Sofia's obsession with Vic escalated to an unsettling degree. Despite our best efforts to sever ties, she persisted in tracking him down. Even after changing his phone number multiple times, she somehow managed to discover each new one. The situation becomes especially challenging when Vic is on tour, as Sofia seems to know his whereabouts at all times because of the venues the guys play at.

Her level of persistence and the invasive nature of her actions have left us baffled. It's not just a case of lingering feelings; Sofia's behavior borders on the irrational and obsessive, making it increasingly difficult for Vic to maintain a sense of privacy and peace of mind. The ordeal has cast a shadow over what was once a seemingly innocent connection, revealing the complexities that can arise in relationships.

In other words, she's a bitc-

"She really is, huh?" I hear a voice from behind me, startling me a bit as I turn around to see Tony leaning over me.

"For fuck sakes Tony, You scared the absolute shit out of me, oh my god," I say, shutting my diary and placing it in my lap.

"My bad," Tony says, putting his hands up in defense with a smug look on his face as he walks around to the front of the couch.

As Tony settles into the seat across from me, I shoot him a playful glare. "You've got a talent for impeccable timing, you know."

He chuckles, "What can I say? I bring excitement wherever I go."

I roll my eyes, unable to suppress a smile. "Well, next time, maybe give a girl a heads up before you unleash your thrilling surprises."

Tony grins, gesturing to my diary. "So, what's the juicy secret you were scribbling in there? Mind sharing?"

I give him a mock-serious look. "Top-secret information, my friend. Classified for your own safety," I say, hiding my diary underneath my leg.

He leans back, feigning disappointment. "Ah, the mystery deepens. I'll have to work harder for that insider knowledge, won't I?"

I nod with a sly grin, enjoying the banter. "Absolutely, Tony. It comes with a price – maybe a little sushi date or two."

Tony leans in, mock-whispering, "Deal. But only if the sushi date comes with a side of your most intriguing story."

Our laughter abruptly halts as a knock echoes through the room.

"Did you invite someone over?" Tony raises an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his expression.

"With what friends, Tony? What friends?" I jest, throwing my hands in the air.

"Yeah, good point," he concedes, rising from the couch and heading toward the door.

"Hey," I add mock-offended, but he just looks over his shoulder with a smile before opening the door.

The door swings open, revealing an unmistakable figure.

Jaime.

"Move out of the way, bitches! Let's get this party started!" he exclaims, barging past Tony, vodka in one hand and a 12-pack of beer in the other.

"Alrighty then," Tony sighs, knowing he has no say in Jaime's sudden decision.

"It's only just hit 12 in the afternoon, Jaime," I remark, checking the time on my phone.

Tony returns from the door, accompanied by Vic walking behind him. "I tried to tell him it was too early to be drinking, but, you know, Jaime is Jaime," Vic adds, grabbing a beer from the case before settling in next to me on the couch.

"It's never too late to have a good time," Jaime states matter-of-factly, producing shot glasses from Tony's cupboard.

Jaime pours shots for everyone, raising his glass in a toast. "To spontaneity and making mundane moments legendary!"

We clink glasses, and soon the room is filled with laughter and the sound of opening cans. Despite the unconventional timing, Jaime's unexpected entrance turns the quiet afternoon into a lively gathering.

As the hours pass, more friends join in, and our impromptu party becomes a memorable chapter in the book of our friendship, marked by unplanned joy and the camaraderie that comes with the unexpected.

"LAURA!"

I turn around to the sound of my name being called and find Sierra, with Kellin following closely behind.

My face lights up with a big smile as I pull Sierra into a warm hug.

"I've missed you, girl, oh my god," she says, returning the hug.

"I missed you too, bro. You have no idea," I reply before she pulls away, a matching smile on her face. I then move over to hug Kellin. "I've missed you too," I mumble into his chest, savoring the familiar and safe feeling around him.

"I guess I've missed you as well," he says, chuckling slightly as I push him away jokingly.

"Okay, I'm stealing you. Sorry, Kellin, the boys are over there," Sierra points to where Tony, Jaime, Vic, and a few others are sitting. She then guides me down the hallway and into Tony and my room.

"You would never guess what Kellin did last night," Sierra says excitedly as we sit on the floor, leaning against the bed.

"I don't know. It's Kellin; he could have done literally anything," I state.

"Yeah, true, but just guess anyway," she says, playing with the rings on my fingers.

"Umm," I say, pondering the myriad of possibilities. "Did he get you flowers?" I suggest, smiling at the cute thought.

"No."

"Oh."

"Think cuter. And words, not things," she points out, prompting me to consider a different angle.

OH

"No way. Did he really say it this early in?" I ask, genuinely surprised, knowing that's not typically Kellin's style.

"Oh, he did, Laura. We were watching a movie, and I honestly can't even remember, but he just said that he loved me," she explains the situation.

"Shit. Did you say it back?" I ask, looking back at her.

"I did," she says, trying to hold back a smile.

"You guys are the cutest," I say, pulling Sierra close to me and wrapping my arms around her before getting interrupted by a knock on the door. Suddenly, Tony reveals himself.

"Um, sorry to interrupt girl time, but we're doing a round of shots. If you two would like to join in?"

"Of course, we would. Is that even a real question?" Sierra quickly replies, walking towards the door and pulling me up with her, leaving Tony and me behind.

"So, what were you two talking about?" Tony asks, putting his arm over my shoulder and pulling me closer to him.

"I'll tell you later when everyone leaves," I whisper back to him.

"Oh, so it's another top-secret thing?" he questions, smiling down at me.

"Extra top secret," I reply, laughing slightly, before Tony takes a seat on the couch, pulling me onto his lap and handing me a shot before grabbing one for himself.

As the room fills with laughter and the clinking of shot glasses, Sierra raises hers for a toast, looking at me. "To unexpected reunions and top-secret talks!"

We all join in, taking our shots, and the lively atmosphere continues. Tony, still holding me on his lap, leans in and whispers, "Now I'm curious about this top-secret mission of yours."

I playfully roll my eyes. "Patience, detective. All will be revealed in due time."

The night unfolds with shared stories, laughter, and the warmth of friendship. Despite the interruption, our gathering becomes a blend of spontaneity and cherished moments, marking another chapter in the tales we'll reminisce about in the future.

As the night progresses, the gathering in Tony and my room transforms into a hub of shared memories and new adventures. The playlist shuffles through a mix of nostalgic tunes, setting the backdrop for a perfect blend of conversation and laughter.

At one point, Sierra and I share stories of our past escapades, causing bursts of laughter that echo through the room. Tony, always the life of the party, keeps the energy high with his witty remarks and playful banter.

As the clock ticks on, the door swings open again, revealing Nick and Justin. "Hope we're not too late for the fun!" Nick exclaims.

The room erupts in cheers, welcoming more friends into the mix. The night unfolds into a tapestry of camaraderie, making it clear that unexpected interruptions can lead to the most unforgettable moments.

Nick, with his characteristic charisma, adds a new dynamic to the gathering. He pulls out a deck of cards, suggesting a spontaneous game that quickly engulfs everyone in its spirited competition. The laughter intensifies as we play, each round bringing forth new challenges and inside jokes.

Amidst the card games and shared tales, someone suggests a impromptu dance-off. The room transforms into a makeshift dance floor, and even the most reserved among us find themselves caught up in the rhythm of the music.

Obviously Jaime wins against everyone.

As the night progresses, more friends join the festivities, turning our small gathering into a lively party. The room becomes a haven of joy, echoing with laughter, music, and the unmistakable bonds of friendship. What started as an interruption has blossomed into an unforgettable night of spontaneity and connection.

As the night winds down, friends start bidding their goodbyes, their laughter lingering in the hallway as they make their exit. The room gradually empties until it's just Tony and me, surrounded by the remnants of an evening well spent.

Tony looks at me with a soft smile, the lingering warmth of our shared moments palpable. "So, spill the beans on that top-secret talk now?"

I chuckle, realizing the perfect moment has arrived. "Alright, Detective Tony, gather 'round." With a conspiratorial whisper.

"So?" Tony prods.

"So, apparently, Kellin told Sierra that he loves her last night."

"Oh, shit, really? This early on? They've only been together for, like, a month," Tony replies.

"That's exactly what I thought," I say as we both pile onto the bed.

"That's cute, though. As long as they're happy, who cares, to be honest. They're both amazing people. They deserve each other, you know," he adds.

We lie back on the bed, the conversation shifting to reflections on love and timing. The room is filled with a comfortable silence as we contemplate the intricacies of relationships.

"You know, it's funny how love works," Tony muses. "Sometimes, it takes a month to feel what others might take years for."

I nod, appreciating the wisdom in his words. "Timing is everything, I guess."

As the night envelops us in a quiet cocoon of shared thoughts, I realize that these candid conversations with Tony are an invaluable part of our friendship, or whatever we currently are, a space where honesty and understanding intertwine. With the soft hum of the night outside, we drift into a contemplative silence, grateful for the genuine connection that defines true companionship.

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sorry for not updating..

i've been trying to finish all the other chapters so that i know each one flows through into the other one smoothly so i don't have to go back and edit if stuffs already uploaded

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Vic's POV

Waking up with the sun blaring in your eyes and your phone yelling its ringtone in your ear first thing in the morning is definitely not in my books for the best ways to wake up, but here we are.

"Someone turn that shit off," I hear Jaime whine from the floor.

What the fuck is he doing down there?

"Jaime, why are you on the floor?" I ask, bewildered.

He mumbles something incoherent, clearly not fully awake yet.

I mumble a quick "for fuck sakes" as I roll over to grab my phone and tap the green circle on the screen.

"Hello?" I say mid-yawn as I sit up.

"Vic?" I hear that familiar voice speak back to me. I mentally groan, kicking Jaime with my leg to wake him up. However, he just pushes me away as I put the phone on speaker.

"What do you want, Sophia?" I bluntly say, throwing my phone on the floor without waiting for Sophia's answer. I sit down beside Jaime, shoving his shoulder.

"What do you waaanntttt?" Jaime drags out before noticing my phone, then whispers a quick 'oh' as I purse my lips.

"Was that Jaime?" Sophia quickly questions.

"No, oh my god, what do you want?" I repeat.

"I just told you, Vic. Were you not listening?" Sophia sighs.

"No, he wasn't. Usually, everything that comes out of your mouth is complete utter bullshit," Jaime quickly retorts.

"Jaime, we're clearly having a private conversation, please go away. Vic, I just want you to come home. I love you and miss you so much, and..." Sophia repeats her familiar plea, her voice carrying desperation.

"LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA! He doesn't want to be with you, Sophiaaaaaa!" Jaime interjects, getting up and walking away to the bathroom.

"Jaime, shut up! Vic, please, just give me another chance. We belong with each other," Sophia pleads.

"Sophia, you're not a good person, and you need to leave me alone. I will involve the police if you don't stop contacting me, following me, or messaging my friends and family. Just leave me alone," I assert as I hang up hopefully for the last time before she can say another word. I throw my phone on the bed frustrated before making my way to the lounge room.

"As if she's still calling you, or even manages to get your number. How many times have you changed that shit?" Jaime says, not taking his eyes off his phone, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Too many times, but who cares. What are you smiling about?" I say with a smirk as I swiftly grab his phone from his hand and run away. "Oh my god, Jaime, are you talking to a giiirrrlllll?" I tease, but Jaime quickly snatches his phone back.

"No," he says quickly, hiding a smile before putting his phone in his pocket and walking away.

"Uh-huh, okay," I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Shut up"

Laura's POV

Returning to my own house has lost its appeal; even my bedroom no longer feels like my own. I've grown accustomed to being at Tony's home, making being here feel quite peculiar.

The night after Jaime hosted that party at our place, I returned. With Dad away for the month, it's just been Mum and me for a week now. In his absence, she talks to me more—sometimes not in the best way, but occasionally, I get moments where I truly feel like her daughter. But it's rare.

Currently, I'm gearing up to attend the show where Tony and the others are performing tonight. It's in our town but at a different venue this time. The anticipation is high because tonight, they're finally going to perform "King for a Day" with Kellin. Surprisingly, it didn't take much convincing for Kellin to say yes at all.

Staring into the mirror, a frown tugs at my lips as I confront the weariness reflected back at me—darker bags under my eyes make it look like I've had one hundred sleepless nights. The fatigue seems etched into my features, a testament to months without rest. With a sigh, I reach for my concealer, delicately applying it beneath my eyes and blending it with my fingertips.

Stepping back to assess the transformation, I catch a glimpse of my entire figure. The desire to crawl back into bed lingers, but instead, I gather my hair into a half up, half down bun and place a bunch of necklaces and bracelets on myself. A final self-assuring look, and I convince myself that, despite the weariness, I look fine. After all, my outfit is pretty fire so that's gotta count for something.

Right?

the outfit

I stride out the door without glancing back at my mother engrossed in TV shows on the couch. Plugging in my headphones, I hit shuffle on my playlist, and suddenly, "Malice" by Bad Omens blasts into my ears just as a text from Tony pops up on my screen.

Tony- 7:46PM
Are you sure you don't want me to come and pick you up? x

Laura(me)- 7:47PM
i am very sure. just need to clear my head for a bit plus it's not dark yet so i'll be okay i promise !<3

A smile creeps onto my face at his response of "Ffffiiinnnneeeeee🙄." I tuck my phone back into my pocket, fingers crossed that I still remember the way to this venue.

Navigating the familiar streets, the playful exchange with Tony lingers in my thoughts. As the music in my ears provides a soundtrack to my journey, I can't help but feel a growing excitement for the night ahead. The anticipation builds, fueled by both the rhythmic beats in my ears and the prospect of seeing Tony and the others rock the stage.

Especially since they're performing with Kellin tonight.

~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~

Stepping into the venue, the atmosphere transforms, enveloping me in the buzz of eager conversations and the distant tuning of instruments. Navigating the labyrinthine hallways, a journey that felt like a hundred turns, I eventually stumble upon the backstage area. There, I catch sight of Tony nestled in a corner, engrossed in his guitar.

A mischievous smile crosses my face as I attempt to sneak up on him, hoping to catch him by surprise amidst the pre-show chaos. However, my stealthy approach is short-lived. Tony lifts his head, scanning the room, and our eyes lock. A grin spreads across his face, and he places his guitar on the stand before making a beeline toward me. The warmth of his smile never fails to put butterflies in my stomach.

"Hey," I greet, leaning up to encircle my arms around his neck. He responds with a quiet "hi," murmured into the crook of my neck, drawing me into a tight embrace, his arms securing around my lower back. After a brief, comforting moment, he gently pulls away.

"How have you been? It feels like I haven't seen you in years. You look tired, Laura. Have you been sleeping?" Tony inquires, a slight frown creasing his brow. His hand hooks behind my neck, his thumb gently resting on my cheek, subtly tracing my jawline.

"I'm fine, don't worry. It would be better if I was staying with you, though," I whisper, a sad smile playing on my lips as I cast my gaze toward the ground.

"Come home tonight then. I've missed waking up next to you," he suggests, a subtle smirk playing on his face as I meet his gaze. I fight back a smile, but it fades as thoughts of my mum intrude.

"I can't leave Mum alone," I explain, bringing my hands up to rub my tired eyes before wrapping my arms around myself.

"Why don't I come stay with you? At least for tonight. Maybe I could meet your mum too?," he suggests gently, taking both my hands in his.

"No, definitely not," I respond instantly, shaking my head. The thought of introducing him to my mum, whom I'm certain she doesn't even remember me talking about due to the fallout between her and Dad, is a scenario I'm not ready to navigate.

"Oh, come on, Laura. It's just your mum, isn't it? Your dad's away; it surely won't be as bad as you think. And if she doesn't like me, I'll just leave. It's fine," he reassures, looking down at me with hopeful eyes.

Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Mum isn't as imposing as Dad, and she probably wouldn't even care for his existence.

Fine.

"Okay," I relent, rolling my eyes at him before our conversation gets interrupted.

"You guys are on in 5, make sure you're ready!" a crew member yells out to everyone before disappearing around a corner.

"I think he's talking about me," Tony says sarcastically, looking back down at me with a playful smile.

"Yeah, well, I'd rather be doing something else with you right now, so, you better hurry up," I murmur, tracing my finger down his torso to his belt. His breath hitches for a moment, and then I pull away, gracefully making my way over to Kellin before anyone catches the sight.

I playfully hit the back of Kellins head before settling onto one of the big boxes in front of him.

"What the fuck was that for?" he exclaims, rubbing the back of his head.

"Good luck charm," I reply, smiling innocently at him.

"Thanks, then, I guess," he says, rolling his eyes and stashing his earphones in his pocket.

"Oh, sorry, did I interrupt your little vocal warm-up?" I ask.

"No, I was just finished anyways. I need water. Come help me find the vending machine; this place is so confusing," Kellin says, nudging me off the boxes. Luckily, I land on my feet as he walks away.

"Dick," I mutter before looking around the room. I spot Tony sitting with his guitar and a pillow on his lap. A smirk plays on my lips as I catch up with Kellin around the corner.

"Can't you just ask someone to get you a cup of water?" I inquire, suddenly confused about why we're choosing the harder route.

"Well, we could, but venue water tastes like shit. I'd rather have a nice, cold bottled water," he explains.

As we navigate the maze-like hallways in search of the elusive vending machine, Kellin continues, "Besides, it's a good excuse to escape the chaos backstage for a bit. It gets a bit stressful always being back there sometimes"

"I bet it does. Are you excited for tonight, though? I mean, all those people out there have been dying, waiting for the Kellin Quinn to perform with Pierce the Veil!" I say, playfully mimicking the enthusiasm of an excited fangirl.

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head, but a grin inevitably finds its way onto his face.

Reaching the vending machine, we discover it's stocked with an array of refreshing drinks. Kellin grabs two bottles of water, handing one to me with a grin.

"See, told you it was worth it," he says, taking a sip.

I nod in agreement, enjoying the cool water I didn't know I needed so much before getting out my phone and looking at the time.

"Uh, Kellin, what time are you supposed to be on?" I inquire, showing him the time on my phone, which reads -9:07 PM-.

"Oh, shit," he exclaims, quickly turning around and sprinting all the way backstage.

"Apparently right about now," I mumble to myself, chuckling slightly. I swiftly follow his footsteps but take a different turn, leading me down to the front of the stage with the crowd, positioned on the other side of the barricade.

Stepping into the open, the exhilarating cacophony of fans screaming and the band playing their music envelops me as I descend, soon realizing I'm on Jaime's side.

Goddamn it.

Spotting Tony on the opposite side of the stage, I glance between the stage and the barricade, strategizing when to make my way across without disrupting the fans. Serendipitously, they provide the perfect moment as the song reaches its end.

"What's so good about picking up the pieces?" Vic sings the last line before walking to the side to change guitars. Anticipating the shift, I duck down slightly, moving to the other side of the stage as fans continue screaming.

A few keen eyes notice me, but most are unaware. I overhear someone mentioning, "Is that the girl who performed with them a few weeks ago?" A smile creeps onto my face as I reach Tony's side. He spots me, a big smile lighting up his face, and I give him a little wave amidst the electrifying atmosphere.

"Okay, San Diego," Vic begins, tuning his guitar and adjusting his pedals on the floor.

"I know it's probably a bit strange how we're doing these random little shows here and there in SD, but since we're not on tour right now, things can get a bit dull. So, we decided to put on these small shows to stay connected with you guys," he continues, taking a sip of water as the fans respond with cheers.

"I'm guessing you all know the setlist by now, and you know the last song we're about to play is 'King for a Day.' But this time, we have a little twist. Something new. We actually found this random guy on the side of the road on our way here, and he asked if he could stand up here for the last song just because, why not? So we said yes," Vic announces. He looks over to Jaime, who's turned around, attempting to control his laughter. However, this sight causes Vic to chuckle, and both of them turn away to compose themselves. As they face the confused fans again, trying to hold back their laughter, it proves too much, and Jaime clutches onto Vic's shoulder, both of them overcome with amusement.

"Sorry, guys, Vic forgot to have a taco this morning. As you can see, the withdrawals are really affecting him," Tony teases into Vic's mic before strolling back to his spot with a mischievous smile.

"Hey, no, I did have a taco just before we came on, actually. Thank you very much," Vic retorts, pointing it out as Tony just shrugs his shoulders, the banter adding a playful dynamic to the performance.

"Sorry about that," Vic clears his throat before continuing, "Anyways, you probably have no idea who this guys is. But let's welcome Justin from Sleeping with Sirens!" Vic yells as Kellin walks onto the stage with a deadpan expression, standing there unamused.

"Oh, did you grow your hair out mate?" Jaime teases before taking a sip of his water.

"Shut up. My name's actually Matt, but it's whatever," Kellin jokingly sobs into the mic before the intro to "King for a Day" starts playing, and they kick off their show.

"Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge!"

~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~

"You really don't have to do this," I say softly, playing with my fingers in my lap as Tony takes the turn down my street.

"I know, but I want to," he says, placing his hand on my thigh and giving it a reassuring squeeze before pulling up to my driveway. We sit in silence for a few minutes as he turns off the car.

"You're going to be okay, alright. If you really want, I could just Spider-Man it through your window," he suggests, smiling softly at me.

I chuckle, meeting his gaze as we release our seatbelts. "Well, we definitely won't be doing that. You'd probably fall and die," I point out humorously as we step out of the car, the banter adding a lightness to the moment.

"Are you questioning my climbing skills right now?" he says, feigning offense, and I smile, shaking my head. Without missing a beat, I quickly grab Tony's hand.

"I don't know how she's going to react, okay? Don't say dumb shit, don't do dumb shit. Just talk if she asks you a question. We'll be down there for like 5 seconds, then we'll go up to my room, okay?" I quickly mumble, not giving him time to answer. I swing open the front door, revealing my mum still in the same place as I left her.

""Hey, Mum," I greet, pulling Tony into the house as I shut the door.

"Hi, sweetheart," she responds, not taking her eyes off the TV. Tony and I stand there a bit awkwardly, uncertain of what to say.

"Uhm," I continue, clearing my throat. "I want you to meet someone," I say, hopeful she'll turn around.

"Maybe another day, Laura. Can't you see I'm watching something?" she replies, quickly throwing her arms up dramatically.

"He's actually already here, so..." I respond, prompting her to finally turn around and look at us.

"Oh," she says before standing up, straightening her clothes as she spots Tony, who gives her a soft smile, then she looks over to me and sees the clothing I chose to wear, giving me a disgusted look.

"Sorry about that," she adds. I mumble a quiet "yeah" as she makes her way towards us.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you," she says, extending her hand to shake Tony's.

"Hi, I'm Tony," he says, gently shaking her hand back.

"Hey, Tony," Mum says, fake-smiling before stepping back and looking at me, leaving the most awkward tension hanging in the air.

"Laura, what on earth are you wearing? You look like a homeless man with all that oversized nonsense," she picks on me, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Mum, oh my god," I say, turning around and putting my hands behind my head.

"Don't 'oh my god' me. I didn't have a daughter for her to dress like an old man. I've bought you so many actual girl clothes, and you still choose to wear this ridiculous bullshit! You're not wearing that under my roof. Not in my house," she exclaims.

"Don't act like you and Dad don't have those divorce papers sitting on the bench over there. And last time I checked, this house is under dads name, not yours," I retort, turning around and making my way to my room, dragging Tony behind me. The confrontation unfolds, revealing underlying tension and unresolved issues within the family dynamics.

"Take that stuff off! Dress like a girl!" I hear her yell before I shut the door behind me, the echo of her words lingering in the room.

"Sorry about her," I say, embarrassed, as I go over to my messy vanity and start taking off all my jewelry.

"No, seriously, don't worry about it," he reassures, standing behind me so I can see him in the mirror.

I form my lips into a line as I grab some makeup wipes to remove the concealer and mascara. Afterward, I take my hair down, brushing it out before throwing a towel over the mirror, so I no longer have to see myself.

I make my way to my dresser, grabbing some pants and a singlet to put on. Lost in my thoughts, I don't really care or realize as I take my shirt and pants off to change into the comfy outfit I just picked out. I can feel Tony's eyes watching my every move.

I grab another pair of track pants and hand them to Tony, who looks at me confused.

"You'll fit them; they're men's pants," I say, and he nods before quickly changing into them and pulling his shirt off. We make our way over to my bed; I get on first, and he follows, laying next to me. I then move and lay my head on his chest, seeking comfort in the closeness.

"Is she always like that?" Tony asks, brushing my hair out of my face.

"Yeah, she is. But not as bad as my dad, though. Mum has never laid hands on me, but Dad always chooses violence. That man has hurt me in so many ways than any other boy could," I sigh.

"I'm sorry you have to go through that," he whispers, running his fingers slowly up and down my back. His gentle touch providing comfort.

"Did you have a good show?" I ask quietly hoping to take the attention off me as I trace my finger over his colorful tattoos on his stomach.

"Well, it was definitely eventful, to say the least," he chuckles.

"It was. The crowd was really confused when Vic was talking all that bullshit before Kellin finally came on stage," I say, smiling at the memory of what took place only a few hours ago.

"He always talks bullshit; that's nothing new," Tony jokes, running his fingers through my hair.

"I'm gonna tell him you said that," I mumble, looking up at Tony and resting my chin on my hand.

"You wouldn't dare," he acts shocked, stopping the playful hairplay.

"Oh, I would," I say, acting serious as he leans down and leaves a soft kiss on my lips, the exchange of banter and affection blending seamlessly.

"Thank you for coming to our gigs. You have no idea how much it means to me," he whispers softly, not breaking eye contact as he pushes my hair behind my ear.

My heart flutters at the sincerity in his words, the notion that just my presence brings joy to Tony. The knowledge that I have that effect on him sends butterflies dancing through my stomach.

I smile up at him, pulling myself up to place another soft kiss on his lips before pulling back slightly. My breathing gets heavier and heavier as Tony finally bridges the small gap, kissing me fully, taking my breath away. His hands hold onto my hips as I move myself over to straddle his waist without breaking the kiss.

Moving from his lips to trace across his jawline and down to his neck, I find my way back to his lips.

"Fuck," he breathes out, kissing me a bit harder this time as he pulls me down closer onto him. The intensity of the moment heightens, creating a magnetic connection that lingers in the charged air.

Our lips move in sync with each other as I run my hand up from his chest and slowly down his torso, stopping at the waistband of his pants. I let my finger slip into the waistband ever so slightly before pulling it back out, then move my hand to only graze his crotch, earning a hitch in his breath as his hips involuntarily raise.

"Laura, please," he whines against my lips, causing me to smile. I lean back, looking at him with a playful grin as he gazes back at me with confusion. Giving him one last quick kiss, I start to get off of him, but he suddenly sits himself up, catching me off guard. He grabs the back of my neck with one hand, and his other is placed between my legs over the fabric of my pants, causing me to gasp at the slight contact. He moves to whisper something in my ear.

"I didn't forget about the little trick you pulled earlier tonight backstage. You got me thinking about it the whole performance. Two can play at that game, Laura." he whispers pulling away for a second before continuing.

"You owe me"

Chapter Text

"Laura," I hear a voice, but it slowly fades into background noise as I roll over, pulling the blanket underneath my chin.

"Laura, wake up," I hear Tony say, his voice soft yet persistent, gently shaking me. The room gradually comes into focus as I open my eyes, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. I blink away the remnants of sleep, meeting Tony's concerned gaze.

"Hmm?" I hum, closing my eyes again.

"Uh, Sierra's calling you. She's called you like 27 times in the span of 5 minutes," Tony says gently, his fingertips softly tracing up and down my arm.

I groan, rolling onto my stomach, covering my face with my hands for a few minutes before lifting my head up. I glance over to Tony, who's already looking at me, a small smile creeping onto his face. The room is filled with a comfortable morning quietness.

"Good morning," he says, and just the sound of his voice makes me blush, so I hide my face into the blanket.

"Good morning," I mumble into the blanket before hearing my phone go off again, making me groan. I hold my hand out, not lifting my head as Tony passes me my phone. I blindly click the answer button, putting the phone up to my ear.

"Laura, thank god, I need you right now. Please, I need your help. I don't know what to do," Sierra sobs on the other side of the phone, catching me off guard instantly.

"Sierra, what's going on?" I say, urgency in my voice as I get off my bed as fast as I can. I quickly throw on a random jumper lying on the floor and slip into my shoes, not bothering to do up the laces.

"I can't explain right now, just please come quick, and uh..." Sierra trails off, going silent for a moment.

"Sierra, what?" I ask, looking over at Tony, who's looking back at me with concern. The room fills with a sudden tension, and my heart races as I anticipate the unknown urgency in Sierra's plea.

"C-can you get a pregnancy test for me?" she says into a sob. My heart drops slightly as I'm lost for words.

"Laura?" I hear Sierra say, snapping me out of my small trance.

"Yes, sorry, of course I can. I'll see you in 10, okay?" I reply softly as Sierra says goodbye, and the phone call ends.

"Is she okay? What's happened?" Tony asks, moving closer next to me.

"Uhm, would you be able to drive me to Sierra's and stop at the supermarket on the way?" I ask, sending him a soft smile. He nods his head as he takes my hand and his keys. We leave the house without hesitation, the urgency of the situation guiding our actions.

~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~

I scan my eyes across the shelves, searching for a test that isn't too expensive yet trustworthy. After a moment of contemplation, I give up and grab a random one. Along with it, I pick a few different bars of chocolate and some ice cream, trying to provide some comfort. I head to the cashier, placing the items in front of her and pulling out my wallet.

"That will be $23.99, please," the lady says. I hand her a $20 note and a $5 note, telling her to keep the change. She sends me a soft smile as I take the bag with my items and make my way back to Tony.

"You got everything?" he asks, looking over to me as we drive off once I put my seatbelt on.

"I think so," I say, looking into the bag to double-check.

"Is she sure she's pregnant? I mean, they haven't been together for that long at all. You would think they would be more cautious, no?" Tony asks as we turn down her street.

I just shrug my shoulders in response, pursing my lips as we stop at her driveway. The uncertainty in the air mirrors the weight of the situation, leaving us both in contemplative silence.

"Let me know if you want to be picked up, okay?" he says, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on my lips, the fleeting warmth of his touch lingers as he pulls away.

"I will," I respond, smiling. "Are you just going to go back to yours or?" I ask as I open the car door to get out. The cool breeze outside contrasts with the warmth left from Tony's kiss.

"Well, I can't really just turn back up to your house without you. Would be a bit awkward for myself and your mom," he states, chuckling slightly. His light-hearted humor adds a touch of comfort.

"Mom isn't home until around 7 tonight. I left the door unlocked," I say smiling hoping he gets the hint.

"Looks like that's where I'm going then. Go help your friend, alright?" he says. I give him a nod as I shut the door. Tony waits briefly before driving away, his supportive presence echoing in the quiet neighborhood. I open the door to Sierra's house, letting myself in, feeling a bit like an intruder as I maneuver my way around her home, unfamiliar with the layout.

"Sierra?" I call out, my voice echoing through the quiet house as I search through various rooms, receiving no response. I turn a corner that leads me into the lounge room. There, I find Sierra laying on the couch, curled up into a ball with mascara streaks faded down her face. She sleeps, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.

My heart breaks a little at the sight in front of me, seeing Sierra in such a vulnerable state. I gently place the bag on the counter in the kitchen, taking a moment to stow the chocolates and ice cream in the freezer. However, I leave the pregnancy test sitting on the counter.

"Sierra?" I say, kneeling down in front of her and shaking her gently to wake her up.

"Hm?" She hums, her eyelids gently fluttering open, adjusting to the light. Her eyes meet mine, and a look of relief washes over her face, accompanied by a deep sigh, capturing the fragile state she's in.

"Are you okay?" I ask softly, my hand pushes her hair away from face. Sierra looks away for a moment as she try's to gather her thoughts before looking back at me.

"I'm scared," she murmurs, her words carrying the weight of vulnerability. She bites the inside of her cheek, a habit I've noticed she does when nervous.

"You don't need to be scared. There's a chance you might not be pregnant. You never know. But if you are, I'm still going to be here for you. You won't be alone," I assure her with sincerity. "Have you mentioned this to Kellin?"

"No," she responds, a slight shake of her head accompanying her answer.

"What makes you think that you're pregnant anyways?" I ask interested.

"I was supposed to get my period last week, but it hasn't come. And I've been feeling really nauseous for a few days now" she answers.

"Okay, let's get this over and done with then," I say, standing up. I reach for her hands, pulling her up with me as she groans. "I bought chocolate and ice cream as well, by the way," I add, smiling and looking back at her.

As I go to open what I assumed was the bathroom door, she grabs my shirt, pulling me back and into another room, revealing that my assumption was in fact, wrong.

"This way," she says, rolling her eyes with a smile. I form my lips into a line, stopping in the doorway, and hand her one of the tests.

"Thanks," she whispers, taking it from me and looks down at the small plastic device in her hands.

"Let me know when you're done, okay? I'll just be behind this door," I say. She nods with a soft smile as I shut the door, leaving her in there by herself. A few moments pass before the door swings open, and she looks down at me sitting on the floor.

"Get off the floor, you fucking weirdo. I'm done," she says, laughing slightly before sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

"My feet hurt, leave me alone," I mumble, following her footsteps. However, I pull myself up on her counter, sitting next to the sink as she hands me the test.

"I'm too scared to look at it first," she says, biting the back of her finger as she looks up at me.

"Girl, that is so much pressure, oh my god," I exclaim, widening my eyes as I look down at the test in my hands, seeing no answer yet. "How long does this take?" I ask, my gaze meeting hers.

"I don't know. You bought the thing," she huffs, leaning forward and resting her head in her hands.

A few moments go by as we sit in silence when I can't take it any longer. I turn over the test to see the final answer.

"Oh!" I say, raising my brows at what sits before me.

"What?" Sierra says, sitting up instantly. "What does it say?" she adds.

I pause for a moment, not really sure on what to say.

"Which answer would be the good news, and which answer would be the bad news?" I ask, looking down at her through my lashes.

"Umm, I don't know?" she replies, shrugging. "Either one is good, I guess?" she admits, squinting her eyes a bit not really sure.

"Okay, then. Well, good news, I can definitely see an extra line," I say, puffing up my cheeks with air for a second then blowing the air out before looking back at Sierra, who raises her eyebrows in surprise. The tension in the room is momentarily replaced with a mix of confusion.

"So that means..." Sierra asks, needing me to confirm.

"Yeah, you're prego, babes," I say, getting straight to the point, handing her the test to see for herself. The reality of the situation sinks in as Sierra processes the information.

"Oh," she says, looking down at the test to indeed see the two lines that are clearly showing. It's quiet for a moment before I see a small smile spread across her face, and then she looks back at me. The mix of emotions is evident, and I offer her a supportive smile.

"Soooo... are we happy, are we sad? I really don't know what's going on right now," I say, raising my eyebrows slightly, bringing my lips into a line as I look at her. The air is thick with uncertainty, and Sierra takes a deep breath before responding.

"Fuckkkkk, I don't knowwwww," she drags out, her face scrunching up in confusion. The weight of the situation hangs in the air, and we both sit there, processing the unexpected news.

I hop off the counter, glancing over her shoulder at the test and then back at her as she does the same, looking back at me.

"Can I be the godmother?" I say, a playful smile on my face, my bottom lip between my teeth as I giggle.

Sierra laughs, a burst of joy as she quickly jumps up and down slightly, pulling me into a big, heartfelt hug.

"I'm pregnant, Laura! That's some crazy shit!" she exclaims, excitement evident in her eyes as she pulls me away, holding my shoulders at arm's length.

"I still need to talk to Kellin," she realizes, her expression turning serious. "What if he leaves me, Laura? We've been together for less than a year. We can't have a baby!" She rushes out, overwhelmed by the thought.

"Sierra, shut up. You'll be fine, okay? Kellin's not going to leave you; he's not like that. Besides, he's always wanted to be a dad, so I'm sure everything will be just fine," I say, rolling my eyes in a playful manner.

"You really think so?" She asks, unsure.

"I do, I really do. I'd call him and tell him to come over now, though. The sooner you tell him, the better," I say, reassuring her.

"Okay," she says, nodding her head as she pulls her phone out of her pocket and searches for his contact.

"While you do that, I'm going to grab us some water because, I don't know about you, but my mouth is so dry," I say. She gives me a nod as she brings her phone up to her ear.

I make my way back to the kitchen, searching for some cups by going through every cupboard until I stumble across the correct one. I grab two and fill them with cold water from the fridge as Sierra makes her way towards me, the mascara that was on her face has finally been cleared off.

"Is he on his way?" I ask, sliding her the cup of water as I lean on the bench.

"Yeah, he's on his way," she confirms.

"Okay, well, do you want me to go or do I stay?" I question.

"No, stay, please. I think I would pussy out and not say anything if you're not here," she says quickly before laughing slightly. Before I get to respond, there's a knock on the door.

"He's here already?" I say, confused as I look at Sierra. She nods, and we exchange a quick glance before she goes to answer the door.

"He was at nicks, he lives on the street behind me" she says, before continuing around the corner.

I stay standing in the kitchen, hearing the front door open and shut, the sound of their voices growing clearer. Sierra comes around the corner, Kellin following closely behind.

"Oh, hey Laura, long time no see," Kellin says as he spreads out on the couch.

"I guess it has been a few days. Wouldn't say a long time, but whatever floats your boat," I say smiling at him.

"Wait, so what's going on? Why are you here then? Why is she here then" he asks, pointing at me as he looks at Sierra who just looks over at me, not knowing what to say.

I purse my lips and walk over, standing next to Sierra in front of Kellin, who looks at us with confusion.

"Are we about to have a threesome, what's going on?" Kellin asks confused, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Ew, Kellin what the fuck" I say, scrunching up my face as Sierra smacks him on the back of his head, earning a "ow" from kellin who then holds the back of his head.

"Okay? Then what?" He asks again looking between us as Sierra and I just look at eachother. I give her THAT look and she just rolls her eyes.

"I'm pregnant" she just straight blurts out, turning to look at him. My eyes widen a bit at how quickly she got to the point. I look back at Kellin, waiting for a response.

"What?" Is all he says, as he tilts his head slightly in thought.

"Is he stupid?" She whispers to me.

"I did push him off of a bunk bed once, so if that answers your question, then yes" I whisper back, before turning my attention to Kellin again.

"She's pregnant kel" I say letting out a sigh.

"Like, actually pregnant, pregnant?" He asks again, a small smile making its way to his lips.

"Yes, I'm pregnant, pregnant" sierra confirms getting a little nervous, but before she's able to say anything else Kellin quickly jumps to his feet and picks up Sierra in a hug as he jumps up and down a few times as Sierra laughs.

I try and hold back my smile but these two are just so cute, it makes it hard to.

"So we're having a little baby?" He says resting his hand on her face as he smiles. Sierra just nods, pulling him into a hug smiling back. I stand there awkwardly as they talk for a moment before they pull away. Kellin instantly walks over to me and pulls me into a big hug.

"I'm going to be a dad" he whispers to me.

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I walk up my dark driveway, pulling the keys out of my pocket to unlock the door. I step into the cool house closing the door behind me to see my mom sitting in her usual position on the couch.

"Where have you been?" Mom asks, not taking her attention away from whatever was on the TV.

"I was just with Kellin and his girlfriend, they're having a baby" I say smiling at the thought of the events that had happened a few hours ago.

"Cool" is all that mom says, making me roll my eyes. I make my way into the kitchen grabbing out a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Is uh- is Tony here?" I ask hesitantly, taking off the lid and having a sip of the freshly cold water.

"Nope. Haven't seen him" I hear her mumble. I frown slightly, letting out a sigh before making my way to my bedroom.

I open the door to my room, shutting it quietly behind me. I place my bottle of water onto my vanity. As I turn around I see a figure laying in my bed facing the wall. A smile instantly comes on my face as the light of the moon shining through my window leaves a gentle glow on his bare, soft skin while the blanket drapes over just the lower half of his body, showing me all the colourful tattoos scattered along his body.

I look at him in awe, his hair fallen gently over his face, and his lips are slightly parted as the moon makes his dermal shine slightly on his cheek in its light.

I quietly strip off my clothes, replacing them with a pair of shorts and a different hoodie before I gently crawl onto the bed beside him, pulling the blankets up slightly to cover myself just above my waist. I wrap my arm underneath his, hooking it around and in-front of him, holding his shoulder, the side of my face resting against his back as I close my eyes.

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"I don't want to go," I whine as Tony tries to pull me off the bed.

"Laura, we already said we would be there. I told them you were coming too," Tony replies, before pulling the blanket fully off the bed, leaving me there to freeze.

I roll over, looking at him annoyed before throwing myself backwards, laying back down, and putting the pillow over my head. "Please just suffocate me. You'd be doing me a huge favor," I mumble into the pillow before groaning.

"Come on, Lou. Vic will have a fit if you're not there, and I don't want to go without you."

I feel the bed dip as Tony leans over me, pulling the pillow away from my face and smiles softly down at me.

"Pleeeeaaasseeeeee~" he drags out annoyingly as I just lay there, looking at him with no expression. "Sierra and Kellin will be there," he adds, a cheeky smile appearing on his face as he waits for my response.

I contemplate for a moment.

"Okay, BUT," I begin. Tony looks at me with a smile, nodding his head. "Do not expect me to go into that water. You know the beach and ocean scare me for some reason. And don't leave me alone; I don't know literally anyone there besides, like, you, Kellin, Sierra, and your little mates," I say seriously but smiling a little at the way Tony is looking down at me.

"Okay, deal," he replies understandably, holding his hand out to shake on it. I roll my eyes before completing the shake as I push Tony off me. "We leave in half an hour then. I'll be back to come and get you," Tony adds before leaving a gentle kiss on my lips as he grabs his car keys and leaves me to get ready.

I sigh, running my hands through my hair before getting up to grab some clothes. I look through my dresser, searching for the most suitable "beach" clothing I own, which is pretty much nothing.

I push everything around, looking under a bunch of clothes before I come across a plain black bikini that definitely hasn't seen the light of day in years, but it's going to have to do. I pull out one of my many oversized shirts to wear over top because there's no way I'm only wearing a bikini in front of so many other people. I grab a pair of shorts too before quickly changing.

I apply some sunscreen because my skin hates me and I don't tan, then I throwing on some thongs, or what I've learned Americans call them, "flip flops," and sit on my phone, waiting for Tony to come back.

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"So, who's going to be there? Besides, like, Kellin and that," I ask as the car finally comes to a stop.

"Um, I'm not sure actually. Probably just like, a few bands from Warped Tour, some bands that know other bands, whoever just got an invite really," Tony says, shrugging his shoulders before getting out of the car. I do the same as I go and stand beside him, intertwining our fingers together before we walk down the ramp that leads to the beach.

"Well, where is everyone?" I ask as we look around, but there's no sign of anyone around.

"TONY! LAURA! HEYYYYY!" We hear someone call out from behind us, causing us to turn around to see what's going on.

Jaime starts running towards us, stumbling a bit from his shoes getting caught in the sand, but he eventually makes it to us in one piece.

"You's are here early," he says, puffed out as he leans over, putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

"You all good, Hime?" I say, laughing slightly, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, jus- just give me a second. Fuck, it's hot," he says before standing back up, putting his hands on his hips as he looks around the beach.

"Yep, thanks for the help, Jaime, and yous too. I've got it, don't worry," Vic pants out, carrying a few foldable chairs under one arm and an esky in his other hand.

"I had to make sure it was actually them, Vic. I was... going to come back," Jaime says, shrugging, looking behind him at Vic.

Tony rolls his eyes before going off to help Vic, but Vic just shoos him away.

"Nope, don't worry about it. I've got it," he says before dumping everything onto the sand.

"Alright then, so where is everyone?" Tony asks while he helps Vic set up the chairs.

"Uh, they should be here pretty soon. I didn't think we were going to be the first ones," Jaime says, looking at his wrist that, in fact, does not have a watch around it. But without a doubt, half an hour later, the beach is full of people and band members that the guys knew or that other bands knew.

Eventually, Sierra and Kellin arrived, and since then, Sierra and I haven't left each other's side as we sit on the sand, underneath a shade someone had brought with them. We catch up for a while, talking about baby names and other stuff that has happened in the time we haven't seen each other.

"Hi," a girl says smiling as she walks towards Sierra and us with another girl walking beside her.

"Hey," Sierra says as I send them a soft smile in return.

"Do you mind if we join you guys?" The redhead says as they sit down in front of us with a smile on their faces.

"Of course not, the more the merrier," I reply before looking at Sierra a bit confused.

"Thanks. Uh, I'm Esme," one of the girls says, smiling softly. Esme has longish brown wavy hair, beautiful brown eyes, and gorgeous bronzed skin.

I smile back, sending her a small wave.

"I'm Laura, and this is Sierra," I reply, pointing to myself and then at Sierra who sits next to me with a big grin on her face. "What about you?" I motion to the other girl sitting next to Esme.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Amelia," she replies, laughing slightly as she holds her hand out to greet us, which Sierra and I happily shake in return.

Amelia has natural ginger hair cut into scene hair, her eyes are light blue, kind of like mine, but her skin is more pale with pretty freckles sprinkled lightly over her face.

"Cool, so did you guys come alone or?" Esme asks as she crosses her legs, getting comfy, looking between Sierra and me.

"I came here with my boyfriend Kellin, who's, uh, that one over there," Sierra says, pointing over at Kellin who's fake fighting with Justin.

"Oh yeah, and what about you, Laura?" Esme asks, turning her attention back to us.

"I got dragged here by Tony who's probably hanging with Vic or something," I say looking around but he's not in my eyesight. "What about you guys?" I add, stretching my legs out in front of me as I lean back on my hands.

"Oh, I'm here with Oli who's just over there," Amelia says, pointing kind of to the side where Oli stands, talking to a bunch of other people. My eyes widen a bit, kind of shocked that he is here.

"Holy shit, Oli Sykes?" Sierra says instantly sitting up straight, eyes wide as she looks over at him then back at me.

"Yeah," Amelia replies, giggling slightly at our reactions.

"Damn, you lucky bitch," Sierra adds before leaning back again into her original position before Esme speaks up.

"And I'm here with Noah but I don't know where he went off to, so... oh, never mind, he's over there with whoever those people are," Esme says looking behind her shoulder.

"So we're all dating band boys, huh," Sierra says, squinting her eyes, trying to get a better look at Noah.

"Oh, he's talking to Tony," I say raising my eyebrows slightly. "Oh! Noah Sebastian?" I whisper-yell at Esme as I watch the guys interact.

"The man himself," Esme chuckles. "Is Tony your boyfriend? What band is he a part of? I've never seen him around," she adds before turning back to face me.

"Oh, he's the lead guitar man for Pierce The Veil, but he's, uh, not my boyfriend," I say, pulling my lips into a line.

"Not your boyfriend? How come?" Amelia adds in, looking at me confused.

"It's just complicated, you know? Hopefully soon though? I don't know. I don't even know if he feels the same about me as I do about him," I say, shrugging before I feel Sierra whack the back of her hand on my arm. "What the fuck was that for?" I say, rubbing the spot she hit me.

"Have you literally seen the way he looks at you? Obviously, he feels the same way about you, you shit head. He wouldn't have stayed around as long as he already has if he didn't," she says seriously, nudging me with her elbow as I put my hands up in defense.

"My bad, Einstein. Didn't know that was such a touchy subject," I say, kinda surprised at her reaction.

"No, I'm just saying like it's obvious he likes you the same way, that's all," she replies rolling her eyes before Amelia interrupts.

"Do you guys wanna go in the water? It's so hot I'm sweating," she says, laughing slightly as she stands up, dragging Esme up with her.

"Uh, no, I'm okay," I say, smiling up at the girls softly as Sierra stands up, agreeing to go with them. "Wowwwww~, so, you're just going to leave me like this?" I say dramatically, placing a hand over my heart, pretending to be offended.

"Oh shut up, I'll be back in a bit, it's fucking hot," Sierra says, kicking some sand over my legs playfully before running off to catch up with Amelia and Esme.

I sigh, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. Damn, it is pretty hot. I lay like that for a while before I feel someone kick my foot.

"What do you want, Justin?" I say, not bothering to open my eyes as I fight to keep a smile off my face.

"How did you know it was me?" He says surprised, looking down at me.

I open my eyes, squinting slightly at the sun in my eyes.

"You're the only one that kicks me like a child, as surprising as it may sound, not even Kellin does that" I say back, giving him a sarcastic smile as I put my hand on my forehead, attempting to block out the sun, but I fail to do so with where I'm sitting.

"Okay, well, Tony wants you, so get your lazy ass up and come with me so I don't seem like a bad friend, cool? Okay, let's go," Justin says, grabbing my hands and pulling me up before I have time to disagree. I groan as he drags me over to Tony. I can physically feel myself getting sunburned with every step we take, I swear to god.

"Lauraaaaa, hey, why didn't you say hi to me before?" Kellin says as he walks over to me, pulling me into a hug.

"Your girlfriend distracted me with cute little baby names," I say smiling before pulling away as we both walk over to Tony.

"Right, she's really excited about the whole naming thing," he says, smiling back as he puts on his sunglasses.

We arrive where Tony is with a group of people as he pulls me into his side.

"What have you been up to?" He says, leaning down to my ear since the music is a little louder over here.

"I've just been sitting with Sierra and these other two girls, but they've all gone into the water," I reply before someone starts talking.

"Who's this?" I hear someone say as I look back at the group of people I don't know, well, I know a couple, but they don't know me.

"That's Laura, she's with Tony," Jaime says as he comes back with a packet of chips in hand. I just give everyone a little wave, not really sure what to say. Thankfully, Jaime continues.

"Laura, this is Oli, Noah, Alex, Ronnie, uh, Gerard, and all the other members from wherever are over there with whoever else decided to turn up," Jaime says, pointing behind him. I just smile at the group who say their hellos and whatnot before they continue with what they were talking about as the sun finally goes down, the only light in the area being the bonfire and the moon.

"Come dance with me," I hear Tony whisper in my ear, and without giving me a moment to respond, he drags me away from the crowd and into a space near the water. Only the moonlight lights up, and the music is faded out slightly, but still close enough to hear as he moves my arms up around his neck, his hands finding their way to my hips as we start to gently sway back and forth, slightly turning in a circle as we do so.

"Hi?" I say, smiling, confused about what we are doing, but I'm definitely not complaining.

"Hi," Tony replies, smiling softly as he looks down at me.

"How you doin'?" I question, chuckling slightly as his soft laugh lingers in the cool air.

"Better now that we're alone," he says, looking behind us at the group of people dancing around and having fun.

"Yeah?" I reply, bringing my bottom lip between my lips, smiling.

He just nods before leaning down and connecting our lips together softly for a moment before pulling away, leaning his forehead on mine.

"Do you trust me?" He asks as he plays with my fingers.

"Shit, depends," I say half-sarcastically, pulling away, looking at him confused.

"No, like for real, do you trust me?" He says again, a smile plastered on his face as he looks down at me.

"Yes," is all I say before I feel him slowly take my shirt off, leaving me in my bikini top I had put on earlier. If this were any other situation, I'm sure I would have instantly pulled away, but I feel safe with Tony. He makes me feel okay about my body.

I follow along and take off the shorts so that it leaves me in just the bathing suit as Tony takes off his shirt, which then leaves him in just his shorts as he also takes off his hat, throwing it down on our clothes before I realize what's going on.

Tony notices my change in body language as I wrap my arms around myself.

"Why are you so afraid of the ocean?" He asks, holding my hands in his as his thumb traces circles over my skin.

"I don't knowwww~," I drag out, kind of annoyed at myself for letting it affect me this much.

"Come on," Tony says as he bends down, lifting me up onto his back. I wrap my legs around him, my arms around his neck as he slowly walks into the cold water.

"Tony, I hate you, oh my god it's freezing!" I exclaim as the cold water touches my feet.

"You'll survive," Tony laughs lightly at my reaction as I playfully whack his arm in response. I keep my eyes closed as I feel the water get higher and higher around my body. If I even dare to open my eyes right now, I might have a shit fit.

I feel him pull me to the side, causing me to slide off his back and around to the front, but there's no way I'm letting go of him as my legs stay wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck.

"Laura, open your eyes," Tony says softly, but I don't.

"There could be a shark coming to eat us, at any moment now, and it'll be all your fault," I say, shaking my head, keeping my eyes closed.

"Well, at least we'll die together," I hear him laugh slightly, causing me to smile. I open my eyes, meeting his gaze as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear, resting his hand on my neck.

"See, it's not that bad," he says, looking around at the water, but my eyes are fixated on the sky, the moon, the stars, before Tony does the same.

"You're my estrella," Tony whispers.

My gaze meets his again as a smile appears on my face.

"You remember?" I say, blushing, smiling at him.

"Of course I do, I have an amazing teacher," he says, placing a quick but soft kiss on my lips.

"Well, you're my luna," I say, smiling at him again as he looks at me confused again.

"That could mean literally anything," he says, rolling his eyes playfully.

"And you are never going to find out," I say, splashing him with water. I lean back slightly, wetting my hair, but as I sit myself back up, Tony pulls both of us underwater for a second before instantly standing back up.

"Tony, my makeup!" I say, pushing his shoulder playfully as I complain.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says, shrugging his shoulders with a cheeky smile on his face. I shake my head, a smile plastered on my face as I look at him.

The angle we're at has the moonlight shining on him so beautifully, showing off all his beautiful features.

"You're so pretty," I say as he tries to hide his smile.

"Me? Pretty?" He says, kinda confused.

"Yeah, the way your little freckles sprinkle over your nose, and your pretty eyes and the pretty colour of your lips," I say, tracing my thumb gently over his lips as I lean down and kiss them before I pull away again.

"Well, I think you're quite beautiful too if I do say so myself," he says, smiling widely at me as butterflies start to fill my stomach. I feel my face go red as I blush at his words. He just laughs at my reaction before pulling me into a hug. "You're so cute," he mumbles mid-laugh.

I smile, hiding my face in the crook of his neck as we sit there like this for a while, lost in thought and time.

The soft sound of the ocean and music faded in the back bring a comforting feeling as everyone is dancing and having fun on the sand, it feels like we're in a movie.

I pull back, looking at him again as he looks back at me softly, before I could stop what was about to come out of my mouth, it becomes too late.

"I love you," I whisper as I bite the inside of my cheek at the realization of what I had just said. I watch his face closely for a reaction but he just keeps looking back and forth between my eyes, as if trying to see if I'm lying or telling the truth before a smile slowly starts to make its way onto his face.

"Actually?" He says, his smile bigger than ever as he tries to hold back his excitement.

"Actually," I confirm before his lips instantly meet mine. Without hesitation I kiss him back, our lips moving in sync passionately but slowly, as if, if either of us were to make a sudden movement, everything will disappear.

"Say it again," he whispers, pulling away slightly so our lips are only slightly touching.

"I love you," I whisper again, smiling.

"I love you too."

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IM LITERALLY SOBBING.

Y'all are going to hate me for the next chapter though >_<

But keep Amelia and Esme in mind because they are going to make a return but.... Not in this story ;)

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Instead of waking up alone in my bed, I've been getting to wake up next to Tony in his. After the certain day out at the beach with all our friends, I haven't been back at my own house since.

My mom hasn't called or texted me once since I last saw her, so, I just haven't made the effort to be in contact with her.

But besides that, Tony and I have been closer than ever, and I have made so many new friends who I cherish dearly. They are all the sweetest people I have ever met.

Well, MOST, of them...

It's funny because I never even thought about the people Tony, and the rest of the guys might know, until I saw the man himself, Oli Sykes. Now that was someone I never would have expected to be standing in front of me. But there we were.

That was a crazy experience... Now real talk, where's 5 seconds of summer when you need them. *cough* Michael Clifford *cough*

Would pay Tony a million dollars for that to happen.

"I'm so boreddddd," Vic whines, sprawling on the floor and elongating the last word to emphasize his point.

"Then pick up a controller and join us. Quit being a crybaby," Kellin retorts, his focus never wavering from the game in front of them.

I look up from my phone looking at Vic "Sing for me. Have you been working on anything new?" His eyes light up with enthusiasm at my interest in his creative endeavors.

"Yes, actually. I've been working on this new song—" Vic begins, only to be abruptly interrupted.

"Absolutely fucking not. No singing," Jaime interjects, cutting off Vic. He turns to me and adds, "Laura, be quiet. Vic needs to rest his vocal cords so he can perform in two da—" Before he can finish his sentence, Jaime abruptly drops his controller and shoots up from the floor. "QUÉ MIERDA!? WHO DID THAT?! WHO DID THAT!?" he shouts, pointing accusingly at the others. Without a second thought, Kellin leaps over the back of the couch, dashing towards the bathroom. Jaime chases after him closely behind, but arrives just as Kellin slams the door shut and locks it.

Tony and Vic exchange a glance, shrugging their shoulders in unison. Tony then diverts his attention to me, wearing a mischievous smile.

"Jaime sucks at Mario Kart," he teases, a playful glint in his eyes as he looks at me before turning back to Vic.

Vic snorts with amusement, sprawling back on the floor once again. "I'm bored," he repeats, voicing his restlessness. I nod in agreement, sharing his sentiment.

"I'm bored too. Let's do something else," I suggest, leaning my head on Tony's shoulder.

Tony turns to face me, his eyes locked with mine. "What do you want to do?" he asks, genuinely interested. I take a moment to ponder, contemplating our options.

"Let's go to Target," I propose, glancing back at Tony. His face lights up with a grin.

"Let's do it," he agrees, planting a quick kiss on my lips before springing to his feet, gently pulling me up with him.

"You're going shopping?" Vic asks, curiosity piqued.

"Yep," I reply with a smile.

"Can I comeeee?" Vic drawls out the last word, hoping for a positive response.

"Nope," Tony interjects, making me giggle at Vic's reaction.

"So you're going to leave me with those dickheads?" Vic retorts, pointing behind him as Jaime pounds on the bathroom door in frustration.

Jaime- "ABRE LA PUERTA IDIOTA! "
Kellin-  "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS"
Jaime- "ESPERO QUE TE AHOGUES EN ESE BAÑO"
Kellin- "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING?!!"
Jaime- "FUCK YOU!"
Kellin- "HEY!"

Tony and I share a brief moment of amusement, before he leans down closer to me.

"What's he saying?" he whispers confused.

"Let's just say he isn't pleased with Kell" I reply, holding back a laugh.

We both look down at Vic, who presses his lips into a straight line, staring back at us.

"Bye, Vic," Tony says, taking my hand and guiding me out of the house and towards his car, leaving behind the chaos echoing from inside.

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Finally, Tonys car glides smoothly into the parking lot of our destination, and as the engine switches off, we step out and make our way through the sliding doors of the bustling store. Tony's face lights up with a goofy grin as he turns to me.

"Where to first?" he asks playfully, his eyes brimming with anticipation. I take a moment to survey the expansive store, considering our options for our inaugural stop.

Rolling my eyes in mock exasperation, I respond with a touch of sarcasm. "Well, Turtle," I quip, "as absolutely thrilling as it may sound, I think my first priority is to stock up on some much-needed clothes." I state it matter-of-factly, aware of the practicality behind the decision.

Tony lets out an exaggerated groan, a theatrical display of exasperation. He throws his head back, his hands sweeping across his face in an animated fashion. His playful antics elicit a giggle from deep within me, unable to resist his childlike behaviour.

"But that is so boring!" he declares dramatically, emphasizing the last word for effect. His eyes sparkle mischievously as he challenges me with a playful wager. "You're gonna take forever just to pick out one piece of clothing. Watch," he adds, as if placing a bet on my shopping abilities. I scoff playfully, crossing my arms over my chest in a mock defensive gesture. A grin tugs at the corners of my lips as I begin to walk towards the clothing section.

"Okay, I most certainly am not," I retort, my tone switching to a light hearted one as I emphasize the last word, conveying my point with a playful touch.

As I take a few steps forward, I can't help but steal a quick glance behind me. To my surprise, I find Tony still rooted in the same spot, a mischievous grin etched on his face as he defiantly sticks his finger up in my direction. I can't help but raise an eyebrow and give him a playful "Really?" expression, silently questioning his antics.

His smile widens, undeterred by my reaction. I make my way back to him, unable to resist the urge to join in the playful banter. Reaching out, I grab his hand, the very hand he had used to flick me off, and gently tug him along. With a mixture of amusement and determination, I guide him towards the clothing aisle, a playful energy infusing our every step.

A playful smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth as I playfully retort, "you're not funny" I try my best to hide the impending smile, not wanting to let him know just how much his antics amuse me.

Tony, undeterred, meets my challenge with a raised eyebrow and a confident response. "I beg to differ," he counters, his voice laced with playful conviction. Our banter continues as we navigate through the store, arriving at the clothing rack.

His eyebrows furrow slightly, a hint of confusion flickering across his face. "The men's section?" he questions, a touch of uncertainty in his voice, wondering about our choice of destination. I roll my eyes playfully, unable to contain my smile any longer.

"Yes, the men's section," I reply with a grin, enjoying the light teasing between us. "The clothes in the women's section are all tightly fitted nonsense. And don't even get me started on the designs," I say, widening my eyes for emphasis, clearly expressing my disdain for the questionable fashion choices available.

A chuckle escapes Tony's lips as he shrugs his shoulders, a playful glimmer in his eyes. "What's wrong with tightly fitted clothes? It's just... clothes," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of confusion, genuinely curious about my perspective.

I ponder his question for a moment, searching for the right words to convey my feelings. "I guess," I begin, my voice trailing off briefly before finding its resolve. "If people can't see my body, they can't judge me for it, you know?" I explain, a touch of vulnerability underlying my words. I shrug my shoulders, a gesture to illustrate my point. "You don't know what's underneath my baggy clothes, so you don't get a say in what you see because there is nothing to see."

As my eyes scan the racks, they land on a shirt that catches my attention. Intrigued, I reach out, gently pulling it from its hanger, my fingers tracing the fabric as I consider adding it to my collection.

Tony nods in understanding, his smile widening as he grasps the reasoning behind my preference for looser clothing. He playfully wraps his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me closer as he rests his head in the crook of my neck. A shiver of warmth dances up my spine at the intimate contact.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he smirks and playfully continues our banter. "Besides," he teases, "that means I get your body, all to myself, and every other guy doesn't get to see what he's missing out on except for me." His tone carries a light hearted playfulness, emphasizing the exclusivity he feels in that moment.

I gasp in mock offense, playfully shoving him away before playfully tapping my hand against his chest. "Oh, please," I retort with a smirk, enjoying the back-and-forth banter. "What makes you assume I have guys looking at me? I dress to impress my girls," I say, emphasizing the word "girls" with a playful twinkle in my eyes, knowing he'll catch the hint of my humour.

Tony's mouth drops open in feigned astonishment, his expression a perfect portrayal of mock shock. He gasps dramatically, his hand instinctively moving to cover his heart. "Is there something you're not telling me, Miss May?" he exclaims, his voice laced with playful offense. I can't help but burst into laughter at his exaggerated reaction, my amusement filling the air between us.

A mischievous grin spreads across my face as I playfully respond, "Oh, don't flatter yourself Perry." I pause for a moment, trying to hold back my laughter, before adding, "Did I forget to mention the secret society of girls who gather at my place every Saturday for our weekly orgy?" My voice carries a teasing tone, dripping with sarcasm, though there's a hint of playfulness in the air.

Tony's face drops in mock surprise, his eyes widening with faux offense. "Where the fuck was my invite?" he exclaims, feigning indignation. His playful reaction elicits a giggle from me, as we continue to engage in our light hearted banter.

However, before I can reply to his remark, a sudden alarm blares throughout the building, startling me and causing me to jump at the unexpected loudness. Confusion mixes with surprise on our faces as we exchange glances, trying to make sense of what is happening.

"What the fuck?" Tony exclaims, his voice reflecting our shared confusion as we stand there, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected alarm. I instinctively reach out and grab Tony's hand, a mixture of curiosity and fear coursing through me as I look around, trying to make sense of the situation.

I quickly scan the surroundings, observing the frozen expressions of confusion on the faces of the other shoppers. The air is thick with a palpable sense of unease, and a collective hush falls over the store as everyone tries to make sense of the situation.

"What's happening?" I mutter to myself, my voice barely audible amidst the silence. To my surprise, Tony responds, his voice laced with concern, "I don't know."

Just then, a voice crackles over the store's loudspeaker, capturing the attention of everyone present. It's the voice of the man at the registers, his words carrying a tone of urgency and authority. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announces, his voice projecting throughout the store, "we have just been informed that two men have entered the premises with firearms. We need everyone to find somewhere to hide and stay low while we resolve this issue. Remain calm; you'll be able to return to your shopping soon."

As his message sinks in, I feel my heart stop. The bustling sounds of conversations and footsteps are replaced by an eerie silence, broken only by the soft murmur of worried whispers. The atmosphere becomes heavy with anxiety as people begin to scatter, searching for hiding places and safety in the midst of the unexpected threat.

In that moment of uncertainty and fear, I feel Tony's strong grip on my hand, pulling me protectively behind him. His urgency is palpable as he navigates through the aisles, his determination evident in his swift movements. I follow closely, my heart pounding in my chest, as we search for a place that offers some semblance of safety amidst the unfolding chaos. Finally, Tony finds a secluded corner, tucked away from the main aisles and partially concealed by shelves. He pulls me down beside him, his arm instinctively wrapping around me, providing a sense of comfort and security.

I press myself against him, seeking solace in his presence as my breathing becomes rapid and shallow, the anxiety coursing through my veins. The sounds of muffled footsteps and whispered conversations echo in the background, heightening my sense of vulnerability. Each passing second feels like an eternity as my mind races with a mix of fear and anticipation. My body trembles slightly as the weight of the situation sinks in, the terror of the unknown gripping me tightly.

I lean into Tony, seeking reassurance and strength in his embrace. His steady heartbeat against my ear acts as a calming rhythm, offering a brief respite from the overwhelming panic. Together, we wait in silence, holding onto each other amidst the uncertainty, hoping for a swift resolution to the threatening situation that has engulfed the once bustling store.

Tony's voice reaches my ears, his words filled with a mixture of determination and tenderness. "You're alright. We're alright. Nothing's gonna happen, okay? They'll leave soon, I promise," he whispers to me, his voice low but steady. I take a deep breath, clinging onto his words as a lifeline of hope in the midst of the turmoil.

Leaning closer into Tony's presence, I seek solace in his warmth and the strength he exudes. His calming presence anchors me, offering a sense of security despite the chaos that surrounds us. I close my eyes for a moment, allowing his reassurances to wash over me, as I desperately try to calm the racing thoughts in my mind.

Time seems to slow down as we sit in the shadowy corner, minutes stretching into what feels like an eternity. The once lively store is now engulfed in an eerie silence, amplifying the weight of the situation.

Suddenly, a single gunshot pierces through the stillness, shattering the fragile peace. The deafening sound reverberates through the store, ripping through the air like a thunderclap. The collective gasp and terrified screams of fellow shoppers fill the space, mingling with the pounding of my own heart. I jolt at the sudden noise, my body tensing in instinctive fear.

Tears well up in my eyes as the reality of the situation hits me with full force. A silent sob escapes my lips, a mix of terror and helplessness threatening to overwhelm me. The vulnerability of the situation becomes painfully evident as fear courses through my veins, threatening to consume me.

"Shit," Tony mutters, his eyes widening with a shared realization of the gravity of the situation. In that moment, our intertwined hands hold tighter, seeking solace and support in each other's presence, as we brace ourselves for the unknown.

As I glance down, my eyes widen in sheer horror. A small pool of blood begins to form, oozing from under the shelving unit just a few feet away from where we are huddled. The sight of the spreading blood sends a chilling wave of panic through my veins, freezing me in place for a split second.

With trembling hands, I instinctively cover my mouth, attempting to stifle the gasp that threatens to escape. The taste of bile rises in my throat, and I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes, blurring my vision.

"Oh my God, Tony," I manage to utter, my voice quivering with a mix of fear and disbelief. My words hang heavy in the air as I bring his attention to the terrifying scene unfolding before us. The gravity of the situation intensifies as we both realize that danger has infiltrated the very space we thought would provide refuge.

For a brief moment, time seems to stand still as we lock eyes, our shared fear reflecting in each other's gaze. In that instant, we comprehend the fragility of our own safety, the thin thread that separates us from the chaos unfolding in the store. The gravity of the situation weighs heavily on our shoulders, and the urgent need to protect each other becomes more pronounced than ever before.

The suffocating silence is abruptly shattered by the sound of heavy footsteps echoing ominously through the aisles, slowly getting closer and closer towards us with each heavy step. Tony's eyes widen, and a surge of urgency sparks in his gaze, the weight of the impending danger palpable in the air.

"We need to move. Now," he whispers urgently, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and fear. With gentle yet firm hands, he pulls me up from our hiding spot, his touch both comforting and insistent. We navigate through the maze of shelves and clothing racks with deliberate caution, our steps light and measured, as if any misstep could lead to disaster.

My heart pounds in my chest, threatening to drown out the sound of my own breath as we move swiftly, trying to stay one step ahead of the approaching threat. Each passing second feels like an eternity as we weave through the labyrinthine store, our movements guided by a combination of instinct and the desperate desire to find a safer haven.

Suddenly, Tony comes to a sudden halt, his grip on my arm tightening to prevent me from stumbling forward. In the nick of time, he pulls me back, preventing me from stepping into the open where the entire store would have us in plain sight. He quickly pulls me towards him, my back hitting his chest, and his hand swiftly covers my mouth, muffling any potential cry that might betray our presence.

My breath catches in my throat as I realize the perilous close call we just narrowly escaped. The weight of Tony's presence provides both a comforting anchor and a stark reminder of the danger lurking just beyond our hiding place. We remain still, scarcely daring to move, as the adrenaline courses through our veins, heightening our senses in anticipation of any imminent threat.

The silence that surrounds us becomes almost deafening, amplifying the sound of Tony's racing heartbeat, which reverberates in my ears like a steady drumbeat. The rhythmic thud echoes the urgency of our situation, a constant reminder of the peril we find ourselves in.

Tony's voice, barely above a whisper, soothes my frayed nerves as he hushes me, his words of reassurance intermingling with the soft warmth of his breath against my ear. His gentle whispers are like a lifeline, a fragile connection to sanity in the midst of chaos. They form a delicate shield against the rising tide of panic that threatens to engulf me.

As fear courses through my veins, my body responds involuntarily, trembling with each passing second. I grip onto Tony's arm, seeking solace in his touch, drawing strength from his presence as he holds me close. His voice becomes my anchor, grounding me in the present, reminding me that we are in this together.

The sudden sound of footsteps reverberates through the air, seeping through the shelving unit just on the other side of our hiding place. My breath freezes in my throat, and I clench my eyes shut, willing myself to become invisible, to blend into the shadows and remain undetected. Every fiber of my being tenses, my heart dropping like a heavy weight into the pit of my stomach, as the reality of the danger lurking mere inches away becomes all too palpable.

In the midst of this heart-stopping moment, time seems to suspend, stretching out each passing second into an eternity. The intensity of the situation is etched into every nerve ending, fuelling a heightened state of alertness. The air hangs heavy with the scent of fear, and the silence becomes a fragile veil that shields our presence, the anticipation of discovery hanging in the air like a precarious balance between life and death..

The deafening sound of another gunshot reverberates through the air, this time echoing perilously close behind us. Tony's grip tightens around my hand, his fingers interlocking with mine, as we both instinctively understand that our only chance is to seize the moment and make a dash across the open expanse of the store.

Heart pounding in my chest, I summon every ounce of strength and determination, my legs propelling me forward in a desperate sprint. The air whistles past my ears, drowned out by the thundering beat of my own footsteps and the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

In the midst of the chaos, time seems to both accelerate and slow down, blurring into a whirlwind of fear and urgency. With each stride, the store's vastness seems to stretch before us, the distance between safety and danger becoming a treacherous tightrope we must navigate. Another gunshot shatters the air, a sharp reminder of the imminent peril. We duck behind a nearby clothing rack, our chests heaving with exertion and breathless anticipation. Sweat trickles down my forehead, mingling with the unshed tears that well up in my eyes.

Before we can even catch our breaths, the sound of yet another gunshot echoes ominously, the bullet piercing the wall mere inches away from where we seek refuge. Fear grips me, tightening its hold on my racing heart as I realize the thin line that separates life from death has become even more tenuous.

Wide-eyed and with our shared determination, we exchange a wordless agreement. Our next move is clear, a desperate gamble that could make all the difference. We break cover and sprint in the opposite direction, bodies propelled by a mix of sheer willpower and adrenaline-fueled fear.

Every nerve in my body screams for safety, urging me forward, faster, faster. The world becomes a blur of motion as we race through the store, weaving between aisles and dodging obstacles in our path. The sound of another gunshot reverberates behind us, the deafening echo urging us to push ourselves to the limits of our physical endurance.

In this harrowing race against time, we cling to each other, our hands tightly intertwined, providing solace and strength in the face of overwhelming danger.

"Whatever you do, Laura, don't look back," Tony pants out, his voice strained and breathless. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead as he glances over his shoulder, his eyes widening with a mix of fear and determination. With every step, our hearts pound in sync, urging us forward, away from the imminent danger that lurks behind us.

We navigate through the labyrinthine shelves, our footsteps echoing in the dimly lit space. The air is thick with tension and the acrid smell of burnt metal, remnants of the chaos that erupted just moments ago. The urgency in Tony's voice pushes me to move faster, my legs straining to keep up. Adrenaline courses through my veins, sharpening my senses as we leap over fallen debris and dodge stray bullets that whiz dangerously close.

The sound of a gunshot shatters the air, a hair's breadth away from my ear. My heart skips a beat, and I instinctively gasp, the sharp intake of breath contrasting sharply with the cacophony of destruction around us. The bullet ricochets off a shelf just behind me, sending fragments of wood and metal flying, adding to the chaos that engulfs us.

Tony takes a sudden turn down an aisle, with me following closely behind. My legs propel me forward, ready to make the sharp turn alongside him.

But in that moment, everything seems to slow down, as if time itself is stretching, distorting the reality before me.

Suddenly, a searing pain surges through my abdomen, and a wave of dizziness washes over me. My body instinctively comes to a halt, as if frozen in place. A man in front of me, wearing all black turns around away from me and goes around the corner out of my sight.

A hard pressure fills my core. My hands fly to my stomach, desperate to understand what is happening. I feel a wetness on my palms, and as I look down, my heart drops.

Blood now covers my trembling hands. The world around me fades into a blur of muted colours and distant sounds as my focus narrows to the pulsating ache in my abdomen and the surreal sight of my own lifeblood staining my fingers.

I turn my head towards Tony as he turns back to face me, confusion written all over his face at my sudden disappearance. He looks down at my hands. All colour drains from his face as his eyes widen. I look back down at my shaking hands as my mind goes numb. The world goes silent around me as my body starts to feel cold. I'm suddenly being pulled into safety by Tony. He drops to the floor, bringing me down with him as I lean back against the shelves. I look up at him in shock. He says some words I can't seem to hear.

I take my hands off my stomach, seeing lots of blood now covering my shirt. The realization of what has happened kicks in, bringing me back to reality.

"Laura, are you listening? Laura, please answer me, please. I can't..." he says trying to keep quiet, his voice starting to tremble. "You're going to be alright. It's okay. You're fine," he says quickly, more to convince himself. He suddenly pulls off his shirt while lifting mine up slightly, before quickly applying pressure to the wound.

"Fuck," I gasp in pain at the contact, as the adrenaline slowly drifts off. His eyes meet mine, full of concern and fear.

"I'm sorry, mi estrella. I'm so sorry," he says, as I grab onto his arm out of instinct, the pain running through my body. Tears blur my vision, and my mind starts to go dizzy as I feel myself getting colder and colder.

"Tony, I can't, it hurts. It hurts so bad," I say, letting a sob escape my lips, as my breathing becomes heavy.

"I know, darling. I know. I'm so sorry. You're going to be alright, okay? Just hang on," he repeats, pushing my hair out of my face and placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

I look back up to him, my face mixed with pain and worry.

"This is all my fault" I say "it was my idea to come here. I got us into a situation we could have easily avoided" I mumble out in between soft cries. He instantly shakes his head, disagreeing at my choice of words.

"No, it's not, Lou. Don't blame yourself. We didn't know, okay? This is not your fault," he says sternly. I nod my head, taking in what he's saying before choking out a quiet "okay." Suddenly, a wave of coldness takes over my whole body.

"I'm tired," I manage to say as my sobs come to a halt. My eyes start to get heavy.

"No, Laura, you fucking listen to me. Do not close your eyes, you hear me? Focus on me, okay? Look at me, baby," he quickly says. I do as he says and try to keep my eyes locked on him.

"Talk to me, okay?" he urges, as my eyes slowly begin to close again. He quickly taps my face gently, causing my eyes to open again.

"Hey, what's on your mind? Laura, speak to me please," he says desperately.

"Please, don't leave me, Tony," I say, choking on a soft cry.

His hand rests at his chin as he looks ahead, tears streaming down his face. He takes a deep breath, composing himself before he starts talking.

"Hey, it's alright, okay? We're gonna make it out alive, you're going to make it out alive, I promise, just try and keep your eyes open for me okay?" he says, trying to keep himself calm.

"I've still gotta meet Michael Clifford Tone, I'm not letting go that easily," I say trying to lighten the mood, as-well as take my mind off of what is happening right now.

"Oh, absolutely. Give him a kiss for me when you do," Tony replies, trying to lighten the mood and distract me from the sudden events.

god i love you tony.

I chuckle at his response. "Is there something YOU'RE not telling me, Mr. Perry?" I repeat his own words from before this chaos started.

"Oh, there's a lot I'm not telling you, trust me," he says mockingly, earning a soft laugh from me before we both go quiet.

"i'm so scared Tone" I say softly, as the background noise seems to suddenly go quiet, I look up at him.

"I love you, okay?" he says, looking back down at me, choking back his words. "And I'll never leave your side. Ever," he says, shaking his head. I smile up at him softly as he plants a gentle but desperate kiss on my lips, before slowly pulling away.

The sounds of screaming and sirens fill my ears as I manage to look beside me, seeing people running, parents covering their kids, police running towards the chaos, but it all seems to be in slow motion.

And as I go to respond to Tony.

The world goes quiet.

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The silence is almost deafening. Darkness has me surrounded in its grip as pressure in the air builds all around me.

It almost feels like I'm drowning, but at the same time, I can't feel anything, nothing hurts.

It's peaceful.

I feel at peace.

My eyes slowly open, the bright light of the sun shining through the trees cause me to squint, as I roll my head to the side, covering my eyes with my arm to block out the rays.

I lay there for a few moments before I force myself to sit up, rubbing my eyes with my hands before looking ahead.

I furrow my brows confused, I look around me as I'm surrounded by endless amounts of trees, and nothing else in sight for miles. My hand comes in contact with the ground, the soft grass caresses my skin as I sit there for a moment trying to figure out what is happening.

The cool breeze hits my skin, carrying a gentle melody that joins in with the birds soft songs I can hear, singing out into the air.

I look down to see a big white dress sitting perfectly on my body, spread out delicately around me. Small white and yellow flowers scatter along the dirt and grass, swaying softly in the gentle breeze, taking in the new, but weird environment.

"What...?" I whisper to myself, trying to remember anything, anything at all, but nothing comes to my mind. From the corner of my eye, I see a bunch of red roses spread out next to me, but just out of reach from my grasp.

They lay there delicately as the wind threatens to blow them away. I quickly lean over and grab them before the wind picks up it's strength, unfortunately causing one to fly away before I can save it from the sudden harshness.

I watch as it disappears into the darkness between the thousands of tall trees that surround me, making me feel small.

But, how did I get here? What happened? Where am I? Who am I?...

I can't find a way to answer my own questions. I don't remember anything. Not a single thing.

As of right now.

I'm simply, just, existing.

The sound of a twig breaking snaps me out my thoughts, my head instantly turns towards the noise in-front of me as 2 kids suddenly stand before me, but far enough away where I can only make out that it's a boy and a girl.

I look down at the girls hand to see the rose that had flown away from me just moments earlier. My breathing pauses for a second, my lips part slightly as thoughts run through my mind one by one, before the kids suddenly turn around and begin to swiftly walk away.

"No wait!" I yell out, I push myself off the grass, the roses in one hand and the front of my dress bundled up in the other as my feet quickly make their way towards the 2 kids, but the closer I get, the further away they look.

My feet move fast as I try and catch up with them, running around trees and under branches, trying not to lose sight of them, but it's no use, they are too far out of reach.

My footsteps come to a halt as I bend over, placing my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath, before looking back ahead to see I'm right back where I started, and the roses that were once in my hands, are now placed neatly in front of me on the grass, where they once laid before.

My brows furrow as I lean down and pick them up once again, bunching the stems together in my hands as I look around me confused. But instead of 2 kids standing where the trees start, it's a small wooden house, hiding away in the distance.

My feet instantly make their way towards the small box like house before stopping right in front of the door. I look around me for a moment, seeing if anything has changed, or if anything else was around, but everything is the exact same. I take a deep breath in before hesitantly turning the doorknob as it slowly opens revealing a rather large plain black room.

I carefully step into the room as I look back to see the door closing behind me. As the door shuts itself the room goes pitch black, making it hard for me to do anything at all.

I slowly start to walk around, my hands placed out in front of me to see if I might be able to touch something, but instead I feel something glide past my cheek, catching me off guard. I move my hands up higher, trying to feel for that thing as it touches the back of my hand. I grab hold of the string like thing and pull down on it.

Suddenly the lights turn on, letting me finally see my surroundings, but it's.... Empty?

I take a deep breath in, confused on where I am, and why this little house is even here, if there's nothing actually.... Here?

I let out a sign before turning back towards the door and opening it, expecting to go back out into the open but it leads me into another darkish room.

The walls are just curtains that go around in a circle but there's a little opening gap, inside is what seems to be, a hospital bed?...

What?...

Beside it is a dresser with a mirror on top and beside that is a lamp that is turned on.

I cautiously step into the room and through the curtains before I feel something hit me from behind. I quickly turn around to see the little girl and little boy running towards the door giggling before slamming it shut.

"NO WAIT! PLEASE, I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM! IM BEGGING YOU LET ME OUT!" I scream, as I try and turn the door handle but it doesn't seem budge.

"FUCK!" I yell before slamming my fist against it, frustrated as ever.

I swing back around as I see the rose that had flown away from me earlier sitting on the ground in-front of me, but now, squashed...

I must have accidentally stepped on it when the door got shut on me...

I frown slightly as I place the beautiful rose with the rest of the others, but before I go to start walking towards the bed, a sudden pressure, flows through my stomach, causing my hands to instantly hold myself.

I look down confused before removing my hands to see blood all over the roses as well as my hands. My face drops, I start to feel myself go cold as I walk over to the mirror, seeing blood quickly spreads across the once, pretty white fabric.

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😻  just gonna say idk how hospitals work so we're just gonna roll with it 😻

The sound of beeping fills my ears as a wave of warmth washes over my body. I slowly open my eyes to be met with nothing but a white, blurry ceiling.

I blink a few times until a figure pops up into my line of view, suddenly leaning over me and saying words I can't understand.

The hospital?

I look around at my surroundings to see a blue curtain blocking me off from the rest of the world.

I go to sit up, but I'm instantly stopped by a hand on my chest that gently pushes me back down. I look over to see him talking to me, but everything is all muffled.

Another nurse walks into the room, sending me a soft smile before she talks to another guy, then making her way over to me and saying some things I can't quite make out.

She puts her hands on either side of my face, almost like she's holding me in place, before the other guy comes over, unclipping something, and then yanking something out of my throat, which causes me to start coughing as I look at him with wide eyes.

Well, I wasn't before, but I'm definitely very aware of my surroundings now.

What the fuck is that?

"Welcome back", the guy says smiling at me as he puts away some things on the tray beside him. "the surgery went well! how are you feeling? do you know where you are?" he asks all serious now.

"Um, yes, but why? Wh- what surgery?" I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper, my throat dry and scratchy.

"You had an incident yesterday, Laura. You got shot in your stomach," the female nurse says gently, her expression sympathetic.

Confusion clouds my thoughts as the pieces of yesterday's events slowly fall into place in my mind.

Oh my god, Tony.

"Wh- Where's Tony? Is Tony okay?" I blurt out and my eyes widen, panic rising within me, pushing me to try to sit up despite the pain. The mere thought of Tony being injured sends shivers down my spine.

If something's happened to him, it's all my fault.

"No, Laura, you need to stay where you are, please," the nurse urges, her grip firm but gentle as she restrains me, sensing my desperation.

"No! I need to know if Tony is okay!" I plead, my voice escalating into a frantic shout before the doctor finally intervenes.

"Tony is fine, Laura," he says firmly, meeting my gaze with reassurance. "That boy hasn't left the waiting room since you got here. He isn't hurt. He is okay," the doctor assures me, his words like a soothing balm to my anxious soul.

He's not hurt. He's okay.

Tony is okay.

We're okay.

"Can I please see him?" I ask needing clarification.

"We need to run a few tests first, but other than that, you'll be able to see him shortly" The nurse says, smiling at me as she picks up a chart from the bed side table.

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"Laura?" I hear the door open and snap my head up to see Tony walking in, his expression full of concern.

"Tony?!" I exclaim in relief as he rushes over to me with a worried expression on his face. He quickly pulls me into a tight embrace, his arms trembling slightly.

"Are you okay? How are you feeling? You have no idea how scared I was, oh my God," he rushes out, his words tumbling over each other in a frantic mess as he holds me tighter. I stay silent, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, letting the warmth of his embrace fill my body with comfort.

He pulls away slightly, looking into my eyes for a moment before softly pressing his lips against mine. The kiss is gentle and tender, a reassurance that everything will be okay.

"Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you need painkillers?" he continues to ask frantically, his voice laced with concern as he searches my face for any signs of discomfort.

"Tony, I'm fine, I promise. They gave me some stuff before, okay?" I reassure him, glancing down at his hands tightly holding mine, feeling the warmth and strength of his grip.

We stay quiet for a moment, letting the silence settle between us, before he pulls a chair up next to the hospital bed. He sits down, still holding my hand, his eyes never leaving my face as if making sure I really am okay.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, breaking the silence. He looks at me with sad, regretful eyes, his voice barely audible as he squeezes my hand gently.

"For what?" I ask, furrowing my brows in confusion, searching his face for an explanation.

"I'm sorry for letting you get hurt. I could have done so many things differently, and it could have all been avoided," he says, sighing heavily and looking down at the ground with a pained expression.

"What? No, Tony. None of this is your fault. I'm the one that wanted to go. I'm the one that got us into the mess to begin with. We could have just stayed and played Mario Kart with the guys, but I'm the one that wanted to go out. Wrong place at the wrong time. Don't put this on yourself," I say sternly, squeezing his hand reassuringly to emphasize my point.

"It should have been me. You shouldn't be the one in the hospital bed right now," he says, sighing heavily as he leans back in the chair, pushing his hair out of his face with frustration evident in his expression.

"It definitely should not be. I would be a fucking mess if it was you who got hurt and not me. I can't even begin to imagine—" I quickly reply before he cuts me off.

"I am a mess," he states softly. "I've been so, so worried, not knowing if you were gonna pull through. The moment you closed your eyes and were just laying there still, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't think," he says, his voice catching as tears start to well up in his eyes.

"Hey," I say, grabbing his hands and holding them just under my chin. "You need to stop, okay? I'm okay. I'm alive, kind of unfortunately," I half-joke, trying to lighten the mood.

"Laura," Tony says, rolling his eyes, clearly not amused.

"Sorry, that's completely beside the point," I say, smiling slightly. "I have you, and you're here with me right now. I couldn't ask for anything more in life," I finish, my voice filled with gratitude.

It's quiet for a moment before Tony finally replies, breaking the silence.

"You're not in pain?" he asks again, seriously, as our hands fall to my lap.

"I promise," I confirm, watching him work through the thousands of thoughts racing through his head, just before the door suddenly barges open.

"You couldn't come to the party, so we've brought the party to you!" Jaime suddenly announces, appearing with Vic following behind him.

"We're in a hospital, you dumbass. Shut up," Vic says smacking the back of Jaime's head, annoyed, before quietly shutting the door behind him as Jaime rolls his eyes.

A smile appears on my face as the two walk in. I glance down at the 30-pack of water bottles Jaime has brought with him, stifling a laugh at his "party" supplies.

"Wow, what a choice in drinks. Must be some party," I say sarcastically as he places them down in the corner.

"Hospital water tastes like someone pissed in it. I'm doing you a favor. You're welcome," Jaime says, standing back up with a smirk.

"It was actually my idea to bring the water," Vic interrupts, inserting himself into the conversation with a proud smile, clearly pleased with his practical contribution.

"What? No, it wasn't!" Jaime retorts, sounding offended, as Vic just rolls his eyes and sinks into one of the chairs in the corner, clearly not interested in arguing.

Jaime huffs in frustration, still looking for some validation, but when he sees the amused expression on my face, he lets out a defeated sigh.

"Fine, whatever," he mutters, tossing his hands up in surrender. He then flops down on the edge of the bed, the pack of water bottles resting on the floor beside him. "But seriously, we thought you'd need some reinforcements," he adds, gesturing to the water with a playful grin.

Vic, still leaning back in his chair, shakes his head with a smirk. "Yeah, because nothing says 'party' like staying hydrated," he teases, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Hey, hydration is important," I chime in, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably as I burst into laughter. The tension in the room lifts, and for a moment, it feels like we're anywhere but a hospital.

Jaime shoots me a grateful smile, clearly pleased that I'm backing him up, even if it's just for the sake of the joke. "See? At least someone appreciates my efforts," he says, nudging me lightly with his elbow.

Vic rolls his eyes again, but there's a hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah, yeah. You're a real hero, hime," he replies, his voice softer now, the playful sarcasm replaced with genuine affection.

As the laughter fades, the room falls into a comfortable silence. Jaime leans back on his hands, looking around as if trying to take in every detail of the moment. Vic, still in his chair, tilts his head back and closes his eyes, seeming to relax for the first time since he walked in.

I glance down at our still-intertwined hands, feeling a warmth spread through me. This isn't how I imagined tonight would go, but having them here, goofing around and making light of everything, is exactly what I needed. It's moments like this that remind me why I'm so lucky to have them in my life.

"Thanks, guys," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper, but in the quiet of the room, it carries.

Jaime's eyes meet mine, and he gives me a small nod. "Anytime," he replies, the teasing tone gone, replaced with sincerity.

Vic doesn't say anything, but the look he gives me says it all. We don't need words to understand each other; we never have.

For a while, we just sit there, enjoying the rare peace that's settled over us. It's a fragile thing, easily broken by the world outside, but for now, it's enough.

Tony, who's been quiet up until now, squeezes my hand gently, drawing my attention back to him. He looks at me with those deep, thoughtful eyes, as if he's searching for something unspoken. There's a mix of relief and something else—something more complicated—etched on his face.

"I'm just glad you're okay," Tony finally says, his voice steady but laced with emotion. His thumb brushes over the back of my hand, a small but comforting gesture that makes my heart swell.

Jaime, sensing the shift in the mood, glances between us and then flashes a grin. "Well, now that we're all feeling the love, how about we crack open some of this premium H2O?" he jokes, reaching down to grab a water bottle from the pack.

Vic chuckles softly, shaking his head as he opens his eyes and leans forward. "Leave it to Jaime to make a moment about bottled water," he says, the sarcasm back in his tone, though there's a fondness there too.

Tony, still holding my hand, finally lets out a small laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing as he leans closer to me. "Yeah, let's not waste this fine vintage," he adds, playing along with the light-hearted banter.

Jaime tosses each of us a bottle, and as we unscrew the caps, there's a sense of camaraderie that fills the room. We might be in a hospital, and the world outside might be full of uncertainties, but right now, with these people beside me, it feels like everything's going to be okay.

"To hydration," Jaime declares, holding up his water bottle with a grin.

"To healing," Tony adds quietly, and we all clink our bottles together, sealing the moment with a promise that whatever happens next, we'll face it together.

Chapter Text

"Tonyyyyyyy," I groan, burying my face in the palms of my hands and tilting my head back dramatically. The frustration in my voice is evident

I've been out of the hospital for a few weeks now, and since then, Tony hasn't left my side once. I'm supposed to be going out just to drive around with Sierra and maybe grab some food, but Tony insists I'm not allowed to leave his sight...

"I don't want you getting hurt again. I can't let that happen," Tony urges, his voice laced with concern as his hands wrap around my wrists and gently pull them away from my face. His eyes search mine, pleading for me to understand his worry. His expression is a mix of anxiety and determination, making it clear that his insistence comes from a place of deep care.

"Tony, it's just a little drive," I say seriously, holding his face gently in my hands to make my point. "I haven't seen Sierra in literally weeks. I promise you, I will be okay." I try to convey the seriousness in my eyes, hoping he'll understand that a couple of hours out won't cause any harm.

He lets out a long sigh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he mumbles, "Fine." A smile stretches across my face in relief. I lean in to give him a quick, affectionate kiss on his lips, feeling a surge of warmth as I prepare to leave. But just as I turn to hurry toward the front door, Tony pulls me back with a sense of urgency, his lips finding mine in a deeper, more passionate kiss.

His hands slide to my waist, pulling me closer as if to anchor me in place. My fingers grasp the sides of his shirt, holding on as the kiss deepens, an unspoken exchange of emotions passing between us. Our lips move together with a familiar rhythm, and I can taste the faint hint of warm liquor on his breath.

I've noticed recently that Tony has been drinking a bit more than usual. He's not getting drunk, but he's been drinking a few a day, and it's starting to concern me.

"I love you," he mumbles as he pulls away, his voice soft and full of affection. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear with a gentle touch before pressing his lips to the top of my head in a tender gesture.

"I love you too," I whisper, feeling a flutter of warmth in my chest. I lean in to place a quick, reassuring kiss on his cheek, savoring the comfort of his closeness. Reluctantly, I pull away and head toward the door. As I reach for the handle, I grab my phone from the counter.

"Call me if something happens," Tony calls out as I open the door, his voice tinged with worry.

"I promise I will," I respond, giving him a reassuring smile before the door swings shut behind me. Just as it clicks into place, Sierra's car pulls up to the front of my house. The sound of her horn blares repeatedly, the sharp beeps echoing through the quiet street. I can see her through the window, waving animatedly.

With a sigh, I jog down the steps, opening the passenger door and sliding into the seat. "Sorry for the delay," I say as I fasten my seatbelt. Sierra grins, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Let's go before Tony starts sending out a search party!" she jokes as we pull away from the curb.

I snort at her joke, the sound escaping before I can stop it. My gaze drifts out the window, watching the familiar scenery pass by as I savor the moment of calm.

"How are you and Kellin doing? How's the pregnancy going?" I ask, my voice tinged with genuine curiosity and excitement. A broad smile spreads across my face as I turn back to Sierra, who's practically glowing with her own anticipation.

Her eyes light up, reflecting the joy and contentment she feels. "It's been amazing," she starts quickly, her voice brimming with happiness. "Kellin's been incredible— he always is but you know, EXTRA incredible and the pregnancy itself is going really well. We've had a couple check-ups, and everything looks great. In like, a week or something now we can find out the gender it's just all moving so fast... I'm kinda shitting myself actually," she blurts out as she looks at me cringing for a moment.

A laugh escapes my lips as I roll my eyes.

"You'll be fine; you're the strongest girl I know," I say warmly as Sierra expertly maneuvers into a parking spot outside the bakery and puts the car in park.

"Babes, you literally got shot. I think you're the strongest one here," Sierra retorts with a playful nudge, her laughter bright and infectious. She swings open her door and gets out of the car with a dramatic flair, slamming it shut behind her. I follow her lead, stepping out of the car and closing the door with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I reply, shaking my head with amusement. I push open the bakery door, holding it open for Sierra with a theatrical gesture before stepping inside myself. The rich aroma of fresh pastries and coffee greets us as we enter, and I can't help but feel a bit of excitement for the treats that await.

Inside, the bakery is a cozy haven of warmth and delicious scents. The soft lighting casts a golden glow over the assortment of pastries, cakes, and breads displayed behind the counter. The sound of a bell chiming as we enter is quickly followed by the friendly chatter of other customers and the clatter of plates and cups.

Sierra and I make our way to the counter, our eyes scanning the tempting array of options. She looks over at me with a mischievous grin. "What's your craving today? Sweet or savory?" she asks, her tone filled with playful curiosity.

I glance at the pastries, trying to make a decision. "Honestly, I could go for anything," I admit with a chuckle. "Surprise me."

Sierra's eyes sparkle with excitement as she turns to the counter. The friendly cashier greets us with a warm smile, ready to take our order. "Two of the house specials, please," Sierra says confidently. "And can we get one extra-large coffee and one extra large tea? We've got A LOT of catching up to do."

As we wait for our order, Sierra and I fall into easy conversation, catching up on the latest news and sharing stories. The bakery's relaxed atmosphere and the aroma of fresh coffee make it the perfect spot to unwind and enjoy each other's company.

Our order arrives, and we each take a seat at a small, window-side table. The sunlight filters through the glass, adding a soft glow to the pastries and coffee in front of us. I take a bite of my pastry, savoring the sweet, flaky layers, and look over at Sierra.

"So, any more baby names on the list?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.

Sierra's face lights up with a mix of excitement and contemplation. "We've got a few favorites, but we're still debating. I told Kellin that if it's a boy he can choose but if it's a girl the name is up to me" she giggles before taking a sip of her tea.

"Right... What names have you both picked out?" I ask as I sip my coffee.

Sierra leans back, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "Kellin is set on the names Sirus and Ezra for a possible boy. I think they're kind of cute, actually. I can't lie; he did a really good job picking those out. I was worried for a while, I can't lie," she admits, her lips forming a straight line as she reflects on the process.

I laugh softly, appreciating her candidness. Sierra's expression brightens as she continues. "If it's a girl, I was thinking Aubrey or Aurora. I've always liked names that start with 'A.' There's just something about them that feels right," she adds, shrugging with a playful smile. "I don't know, maybe it's just a phase or something."

She gazes out the window, a wistful look in her eyes as she imagines her future. The sunlight catches her features, highlighting the excitement and tenderness she feels. "We've been going back and forth so much, but I think we're getting closer to making a final decision," she says, her voice filled with a mix of relief and anticipation.

"I think those are all beautiful," I say, genuinely meaning it.

"Do you really think so?" Sierra asks, her eyes sparkling with hope. I nod in response, and just then, the waitress approaches to clear our empty plates and cups. We finish settling the bill and step outside into the crisp air.

We climb back into the car, and as we drive, a comfortable silence settles between us. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of the breeze through the open windows create a peaceful backdrop.

It's so nice to finally be out of the house for once.

Eventually, we park in front of a beach. The sun is beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the ocean. We sit in the car, gazing out at the waves as they rhythmically crash against the shore.

"How are you and Tony doing?" Sierra asks, breaking the serene silence. She unbuckles her seatbelt and shifts to lean against the car door, turning to face me. I mirror her movement, leaning back in my seat and looking out at the ocean. The setting sun reflects in her eyes, adding a soft glow to her expression as she waits for my response.

"Really good, actually. He's been very overprotective, though," I say with a sigh. "But I can't blame him. If it were him in that situation instead of me, I'd be doing the same."

"That's men for ya," Sierra chuckles, shaking her head with a knowing smile. The sun's reflection dances in her eyes, adding a warm glow to her expression.

I pause, gathering my thoughts before continuing. "Tony has been drinking more than he used to. I don't know; it's starting to worry me a bit." I play with my fingers, twisting them nervously. "He's not getting drunk or anything, but it's like he's relying on it more lately. It's just... not like him, you know?"

Sierra's expression shifts to one of concern as she listens. "Have you talked to him about it?" she asks gently, her tone full of empathy. The soft sound of the ocean waves and the distant calls of seagulls seem to emphasize the gravity of the conversation.

I shake my head in frustration, feeling the weight of my worries. "Not really. I've tried to bring it up a few times, but he either changes the subject or brushes it off. I just don't want him to turn around and hate me like my father did..." I say quietly, my voice trembling slightly.

Sierra's eyes soften with sympathy. She reaches over, taking my hands in hers with a gentle, reassuring grip. "He would never do such a thing. This is Tony we're talking about. He loves you so much, and anyone could see that, even if they didn't know you or him," she says, offering me a warm, encouraging smile. She then leans back into her seat, her gaze still steady and comforting.

"And besides," she adds with a playful shrug, "if he did, I'd take apart all his limbs and make sure he'd never be seen again." Her eyes twinkle with a mix of seriousness and humor, making the offer feel both dramatic and endearing.

"Sierraaaaaaa," I groan, trying to suppress a laugh. I cover my face with my hands and lean my head back against the window, the cool glass soothing against my flushed cheeks. The corners of my mouth tug up into a smile, the tension momentarily eased by her lightheartedness.

"What?! I'm serious!" Sierra exclaims, holding her hands up and giggling. Her eyes sparkle with a mix of mischief and sincerity. "Okay, for real though, just sit him down and set him straight before it gets worse. He probably doesn't even realize he's doing it," she adds, her tone shifting to one of genuine concern.

She's got a point. I consider her advice, realizing that if it comes to it, I might just call the guys for support. They can help me address this if necessary.

"Okay, it's getting late. I'm tired and want my bed," Sierra says with a dramatic sigh, as if the day's events have finally caught up with her. She clicks her seatbelt into place with exaggerated care and starts the car. I follow suit, fastening my seatbelt and adjusting the seat as we prepare to head home.

"Okay, Grandma," I retort with a playful smirk, which earns me a sidelong glance from Sierra.

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this is kinda just a filler. el oh el