JanethTheBrave

Chapter 9: Fantasy Vs. Reality I sipped my coffee slowly as I listened to Krystiana whine about a guy that had pissed her off at the local shops. "And he was just there, like I'm trying to do my shopping, minding my own buisness and he's looking up my dress, but not looking up my dress, like GAWKING at it, like bugs bunny was about to jump out or something. I mean come on." "Sucks." I said between sips. "I know right." She huffed. I stared blankly at my phone willing for a message from Dahvie to pop up or him to call. As I stared I saw Krystiana swipe my phone off the table where we were sitting. I tried to grab for it but Krystiana was

Chapter 8: When The Gigging Is Good "How long are you going to be gone?" I asked. I sat cross legged on Dahvie's bed slowly and sadly folding his clothes and placing them into his suitcase. Blood On The Dance Floor was about to start touring which meant Dahvie would be around beautiful women every night as he performed. I knew Dahvie wouldn't do anything while he was away but he was still going to be away from me. "A few months." He said sadly as he grabbed the shirt I was trying to fold off me. "You don't have to do this. You have two broken fingers Valentina." I loved how he used my full name when he was worried or being romantic. It w