Chapter 1: Auditions

  Dave was late, per usual. This was our second day of auditions. We'd gotten everyone but a singer. Dave was really picky about it

"He's gotta be better than James" he muttered after our seventh person left. Dave didn't even bother saying we'd be in touch. He sighed and threw some papers.

"You do it" I looked at him. I'd heard him sing before, it was different, but good. He looked back.

"Maybe" he mumbled, discouraged. We went back to my house. My mom wasn't home so we took some beer out of the fridge, and he sat on my bed, his back to the wall. He seemed mad. I crawled next to him, wrapped my arms around him in a hug. I then pulled away and kissed his cheek. His face didn't really change.

"Do you think I could sing?" I grinned and he opened my beer for me, then handed it back. I took a sip

"Yup" he nodded

"Fuck it, okay" he grinned back and kissed the top of my head "thank you, your amazing" I smiled and patted his leg. He finished his beer and took mine before I could finish

"Hey!" I said, trying to grab it back

"Get your ass up, and brush my hair or something" he grinned. He never let me touch his hair. It was his crown jewel. I gasped and quickly got a brush and he moved to the edge of the bed. I sat behind him I grabbed his hair and started brushing it out. I was almost done when Someone opened my bedroom door and I looked back. It was my mom. She looked upset. She walked in and put her hands on her hips.

"What's going on" I held up the brush

"I'm... I'm brushing Dave's hair" she walked over and snatched the beer out of Dave's hand.

"If I see this again, hes not coming back" she said sternly "and I told you to keep the door open when he's here" she said completely ignoring Dave sitting there looking right at her.

"Mom-" I started, but she put her hand up to sush me

"I don't wanna hear it" he snapped, and turned to Dave "leave" she said coldly and stalked out of the room before either of us could say another word. After a while of silence I chuckled

"Well, I suppose we should get going" Dave said standing up "i hope you enjoyed it, because im never letting you do that again" he grinned holding his hand out to help me up. I grabbed it and sighed

"I did enjoy it" i smiled sarcastically "jackass" i muttered. He smirked at that. I sat back down, i wasn't going with him... was i?"

"What're you doing, get up" he looked at me. I raised an eyebrow

"And where should we go? It's late, my mom won't let me go with you anywhere past six, you know that" i frowned and kicked his shoe playfully. He kicked mine back

"Huh, yet you still do" he mused and grabbed my hand to pull me up again "let's go princess, i'll rescue you from this hell, we're going to a party" he grinned at me. I grinned back. We couldn't go out my window, we'd established that when one night he managed to drunkenly climb up at three in the morning. My mom had a late shift at the hospital that night and was just coming home so she saw him. Once he was in my bed mumbling nonsense to me, i heard her walking towards my room. I quickly got up, and shoved him out the window not even thinking about the height. She didn't believe me when i said he hadn't been in there. I even let her check me room, and of course, by the window she found a condom. Not mine obviously, but she didn't buy that ether

So the window wasn't an option. We cooked up a plan and I told him to leave, loudly. In fact i screamed it.

"Get the fuck out of my house David!" i screamed, trying not to laugh "I never want to see you again" he grinned and bit his lip

"I'll be waiting, princess" he whispered and blew a sarcastic kiss to me. I rolled my eyes and he slammed the door on his way out. I could hear him stalking down the hall angrily. I packed a bag with clothes and essentials, then after ten minutes walked out. I told my mom I was going to Tracy's house. Me and her weren't even friends anymore but i had to give someones name. Ever since i started hanging out with Dave and the guys from Metallica, people didn't really want to talk to me. I was too metal. I didn't mind. I really only needed Dave. i don't care what other people say about him, hes not a shallow douche or anything. He's a sweet guy... he just has a bit of a drinking problem. But that rarely got in the way of our friendship. Besides, i think he likes himself sober more than not. Sometimes it's just not his choice.

Surprisingly, she let me go. I'd managed some fake tears and smudged my make up so she'd think i needed some support from a friend. I closed the door quietly and Dave wasn't there. I walked a little farther to see where he was.

Someone behind me tackled me to the ground. I screamed. What the hell? I'd landed on the person, not the ground so that was good.

"Sorry i didn't think you'd fall" Dave laughed. I rolled my eyes and got off him. This time it was me helping him up. He dusted off his jeans and smiled. We started walking in silence. The party must've been far, because we walked for fifteen minutes before we got there. He truly was a great friend. Never blew me off, never made me feel bad about being not even seventeen yet, and we never fought. Everyone hated him. Most people, at least. I just couldn't figure it out. He was kind of a dick sometimes, but never to me. Maybe i was just the best friend he has. And i was glad. He was mine. I smiled thinking about it and he bumped into me playfully. I looked over and he gave me his famous silly face. I giggled

"Guess we're not hanging out at my house anymore" i pointed out "we're gonna have to go to yours now" he nodded

"If you don't mind the mess" he chuckled.

We got to a row of nicer houses, loud music was blaring out, but i couldn't tell where it was coming from. All the houses were pitch black. I could barely even see Dave, but we had moonlight. It was starting to scare me. This neighborhood had less light than in the city. I hated the dark. I took a deep breath in, trying to control my breath. Dave grabbed my hand. He knew everything about me. Every insecurity, every fault. He didn't say anything, but i knew he did it because i was scared. It made me feel better. I would have been better, if i could just see him. It put me at ease feeling he was with me, not just guessing. We eventually got to a house in which the music was definitely coming from. It was ridiculously loud. Dave opened the door and put his arm around my waist, keeping me close to him. It was pitch black in the house. I could feel there were a lot of people there. Every once in a while there'd be a glowstick, but other than that it was black.

"Stay close to me" Dave whispered in my ear. I felt myself tear up. I wasn't sure if i could handle this. I bit my lip roughly until i tasted blood. I wiped it on my sleeve and clutched onto his arm. People were bumping into me, and touching me. I wanted to throw up. I just pressed myself as close as i could to him.

"Dave" i whimpered. I couldn't help but dig my fingers into him in an attempt to get closer than i already was. His arm tensed when i did it, and i tried to loosen my grip. I was full on sobbing at this point. I closed my eyes, as if that would help. We were slowly walking, although it was hard because of all the people. This felt like a crazy nightmare. When dave stopped walking it was a little quieter. I tried to stop the violent sobs escaping my lips. He gently sat me down and sat next to me. I couldn't let go of him. And i could open my eyes.

"Sweetheart" he said in the most soothing voice possible "I'm gonna get you something, but i need two hands, okay? Im gonna need you to let go" i heard his words, but i didn't feel like i was there. and more tears streamed down my cheek. I took a shaky breath in and bit my lip again. I slowly forced myself to unclutch my hand from his forearm. I got closer to him as soon as i did. He softly shushed me and i could hear his lighter going. He grabbed my hand and put a joint in it. I took a drag and blew out, coughing. I rarely smoked weed. He took my face in his hands and wiped my tears

"I'm so sorry, if i knew it was this kind of party i never would have brought you... do you wanna leave?" i took another drag. It was already calming me down a bit. I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me.

"N-no we can stay" i didn't want to come off clingy "you can go" i said after a while "i'll stay r-right here. H-have fun" i said and gently pushed him away.

"I'll be back" he whispered and kissed my cheek "i promise"

I crossed my legs, and dug my fingernails into my thigh. I just tried to focus on my breathing. Counting in the breaths, imagining my chests like ocean waves. Sometimes the darkness crept back in and i would start to cry and whimper. So i just tried imagine things that made me smile. I just let my mind go. It was Dave. smiling at me. He made me feel better. I thought of every happy memory i had with him.

Someone put their hand on my cheek. I froze, but before i could start to scream or cry they softly put their lips on mine. I could taste the beer and weed, but i didn't mind it. I just let them kiss me. It felt so good and distracting. They pulled away and seemed to have walked off. I grinned to myself.

A short while after dave came back. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

"Lets go princess" he said, slightly drunk. That was the best thing about being his best friend, i always knew just how drunk he was without even knowing how much he drank solely based on his words and actions. People seemed to be surprised, but i spent most of my time with him, what do they expect.

He put his arm around me and we started making our way out. I still had to hold myself to him. I was high but i still scared. After what felt like years of walking dave took me out the door. I could see him a little better. I looked down, i didn't want him to see how shitty i looked after my episode. We started to walk without saying anything. We made it to his little apartment. He turned the light on and i winced. He kicked some trash out of the way then looked at me. He was about to say something stupid, but saw my sleeve, it was covered in blood. So was my mouth. And you could see the blood in the rips in my jeans. I didn't know they were that bad... i sighed

"Shit" i mumbled embarrassed "maybe i should just go home" i blushed and looked at him. He shook his head

"Absolutely not" he said and started to rummage around in his drawers and cupboards "take off your clothes" he said "i won't look, just your jeans and put on a new shirt" he slammed the drawer shut angrily when he couldn't find what he was looking for. I flinched. I took them off. I'd never changed more than a shirt in front of him, but i didn't really care. I was crying again, quietly. I tried to wipe them but they were coming too quickly. He got a piece of cloth wet and turned around to me. His eyes lingered on me and i blushed. His eyes god wide when he saw my leg.

"Jackie..." i didn't say anything. My leg was really starting to hurt. I sort of limped over to where i set my bag down and got a shirt out. I put it on, and dave lifted me up and put me on the counter.

"Your staying here tonight" he sounded mad

"I was planning on it" i mumbled. I needed something to clear the silence, then i remembered

"Someone kissed me" i said and he stayed quiet for a long time

"Oh yeah?" he asked and bit his lip. He was keeping a pretty straight face, but i thought he smirked just a little bit.

"It was you" i said bluntly "why" he looked at me

"How do you know" he grinned, i guess he wasn't that mad. I licked my lips

"I know how you kiss" he looked confused. I rolled my eyes "so, what's the diagnosis, doc? Will i live?" he put his face close to mine. His lips almost touching my own.

"I'm no doctor" he smirked "im the devil" he grinned and i couldn't help but laugh. He got a bottle of vodka and opened it.

"Well then lucifer, go for it" i said clutching his shoulder and closing my eyes. I felt him pour it on, and the rush of hot searing pain shot through my leg.

"Fuck" i yelled. He chuckled and put an arm around my waist lifting me off the counter. He sighed

"Hey im sorry" he mumbled "i really am" i shook my head

"No it's okay... you made me feel better by being there" he nodded and put away the vodka after drinking some straight from the bottle. I put some shorts on.

"We should sleep" he said rubbing the back of his neck "it's like three" i groaned. We were there for a long time.

"C'mon" he said and i followed him to his little room. There was a mattress on the floor and bottles everywhere.

"Have you ever done laundry in your life" i muttered. He grinned

"No, thats why i make you come to my place once a month... you clean up" i giggled and sat in his bed

"Hey, this is our first official sleepover" i mused "we could make a blanket fort" he laughed and sat next to me.

"I'll pass on that" is frowned at him. I laid down and put the covers over my face

"Fine then" i whined"im not even here" i felt him get on top of my, not touching me, just holding himself there. He pulled the blanket off my face

"Don't hide" he whispered. I grinned at him

"Okay" i whispered back "but im tired" i whined softly. He chuckled and got off me. I cuddled up to him and he put an arm around me. He felt nice. Smelled pretty good too. Then he kissed the top of my head

"Night, princess" he sighed happily and i almost instantly drifted off.

{Chapter three, maybe more coming soon. I pre-wrote this, so it'll continue for a long time dw}