Drummer

12

When we got there, Pj and I sat over at a booth with Caspar. Troye tagged along as well since he was feeling under the weather these last few days and now he's back.

As people danced and the band set up backstage, I was currently sat alone at the booth I was just getting lost in thought when I felt some hands cover my eyes. They were small and pale and I knew who it was.

"I know it's you, Becky." I said and heard her giggle and took her hands away, making her way around the booth to sit next to me.

"Hi." She said and planted a kiss on my cheek. "I never realized you were the club type of guy." She said with a goofy smile plastered on her face.

"Well I'm not but my friend, Pj, wanted to come and look at his boyfriend's band play tonight." I explained and she nodded understanding.

"Ah that explains it. So Dan's gonna be here?" She asked a little uneven.

"Yeah but we're not on speaking terms so you're good." I said and she nodded smiling.

"Did you do what I said though, like, defended yourself?"

I took a sip of my beer before answering.

"Um, no. I mean, since we're not speaking, there's no need for an altercation I guess." I said.

"Yes, I know, and that's very smart of you. But if you tell him why you're not talking to him it will avoid any other future altercation. Dan doesn't seem like the guy who 'forgives and forgets' you know?" She cleared up and I nodded.

Yes, I think what Dan is doing is wrong. Like being mean to me when I've done nothing bad to him doesn't make sense but I guess he's just an angry person. Maybe Becky's right. Maybe I should talk to him even though he's laid off of talking to me. I don't know.

Then the lights went dim and the band came and approached the stage. Becky and I stood up and went towards Caspar, Troye, and Pj. Chris wore his classic rocker gear. A red, sleeveless shirt, his skinny jeans, red sunglasses, and boots. I laughed knowing that Chris is a total goofball yet he acts so menacing on stage.

I felt Becky's hand wrap around mine and I slowly grabbed it back. I don't know how to react to that. Internally I mean. I'm so oblivious to my own feelings it's so scary.

My thoughts were interrupted by the familiar rhythm being strummed out by Joe. My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as Chris sang. Caspar, Troye, Pj, and I looked at each other and started jumping along the crowd and sang along.

"Teenagers scare

The living s**t out of me!

They could care less

Unless someone will bleed!

So darken your clothes

Or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone

But not me!"

Becky jumped along with us. We laughed, danced, and sang the whole night. I actually had a fun time.

But then I went back... and everything went in flames.

Dan came back shortly after. I was typing on my laptop.

He was pissed.

All I remember him cussing at me, punching, and kicking me. I was unconscious on my bed. But I was groggily awake in the middle of the night and heard him. He was crying, whispering "I'm sorry" like a million times.

I don't know what I did, but I probably deserved it.