~{[Lovestruck]}~ DahvieXJayy~LoveStory ((Chp.1))

This story is 100% FAKE PEOPLE!!! Just a thing I felt like writing this week and so I did. May contain MAJOR LIME... or lemon, watever you wann call it xD Please enjoy!!

Created by XxImaMonsterxX on Monday, November 29, 2010

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The rain stung my skin like ice. I looked across the water surface and smiled to myself. I knew all about him. I kept telling myself I had no intensions but… it feels like we have a strong bond between us. A force pulling us together. I wanted to be straight, I wanted to be into girls, and I was. But the only turn of thought was when I became Jayy’s best friend. My world turned upside down and inside out. My stomach turned every time I looked at him. I felt my head spin when he was in my thoughts. Like now.

The water was so beautiful. As the rain beat down, tiny droplets from the water splashed up and reflected the light off the far away city lights into the sky, sending out S.O.S. signals to the world. I shook my head and let my long, dark hair flop in front of my face. Save Our Souls. As stupid as It may sound, I was in love with Jayy Von Monroe.

I walk along the shore, keeping my eyes at the dark, wet ground, seeing my reflection in a passing puddle. I splash it angrily. I look at the sky and start to sob, letting my makeup drip down my collar bone. I knew I couldn’t tell him. It would sound ugly. Besides, Jayy only sees me as a best friend, maybe loving him is the reason I can’t think anymore. But now since he wasn’t around, I could think about how much my love affected our friendship. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him.

I wipe my eyes on my sleeve and bite my large bottom lip. As I gnaw, I hear footsteps approach.

“Dahvie?” The sweet, beautiful pitch of Jayy Von Monroe’s voice hums through my mind.

I turn around to see him.

Jayy was 6’’2, skinny as can be, and has a twist to his features that makes you think of Bill Kaulitz or Adam Lambert. He was Hispanic; olive-coloured skin, big brownish eyes. He had large, straight, glowing white teeth that made my heart skip when he smiled. I always have the urge to smile back.

Jayy was wearing his black, fur-trimmed hoodie. A really stupid thing to wear in the rain, but he held a black umbrella with him.

“I was worried about you, I thought maybe someone stole you or something,” He responds with a quiet smile.

I chuckle and look down at my shoes, all wet; I move my toes around inside and sigh.

I sneeze.

“Maybe you should come back to the apartment, I don’t want you to catch cold, we have a concert tomorrow,” Jayy stuck out his hand gingerly and I smiled. I took his hand and he walked me back to the apartment.

I was on my laptop, scrolling through the songs we posted on MySpace. I smiled every time I saw a picture of me and Jayy just being our “normal” selves with the fake blood and vibrant contacts. I chuckled.

Jayy was fast asleep when I did this. I look over at him, he was snoring and his long legs sprawled across the bed, the covers falling off. I got up and fixed the covers over his thin body, he smiled and pulled the covers close to his chest, he started snoring again.

I go into the bathroom and start coughing. I think I caught a cold from being in the rain. I look into the mirror and move a couple pieces of hair out of my face. I rub at the now dried monstrosity of my makeup that seemed to trail down my chest. I decided just to take a hot shower.

I was settled in my bed now, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Jayy. This was so stupid! There must be something else to think about. Maybe I should just think about the concert tomorrow. That should clear my mind. What am I gonna wear? Which coloured extensions should my hair handle this time? I dozed off into a good sleep.

The next day a felt a heavy weight on my chest and moaned. I tried to roll away, but the weight kept me there. I lazily opened one eye. It was Jayy. He was laying on me.

“Get off…..” I mumbled and almost fell asleep until I felt Jayy’s hand on my forehead.

“Yep, you got a cold,” He stated.

“WHAT!??!” I said, sitting up when Jayy walked away.

He came back a few seconds later with a tablespoon of purple stuff.

“What is that?” I asked.

“It’s medicine, dumb ass,” Jayy smiled an evil smile, “Say ‘aah’”

But before I could open my mouth wide enough, he shoved the spoon in my mouth and the medicine, grape, ran down my throat. I coughed.

“Don’t cough it up! Don’t you wanna get better for tonight?” Jayy said, tapping the calendar that read “BOTDF CONCERT @ SCOTTSDALE, AZ”

I sighed and got up. I rubbed my eyes and crawled to my dresser.

“We need to rehearse one more time,” Jayy said, “so up and at ‘em!” He kicked my butt and walked away.

I sat on the floor and opened a dresser drawer. I scratched at my neck as I searched through the unfolded clothing. I shut the drawer and tried another.

“When you’re done, I made pancakes and stuff,” Jayy called from the other room.

“Okay,” I called back. My cell started to ring.

I sighed and used the drawer handles to help me up. But because I was a tad over weight, I broke the handle and fell to the ground again. I groaned and closed my eyes and let my phone ring all it wanted to.

“Dahvie?” Jayy said, looking down at me seconds later, I looked up and he was smiling.

“I’m not fat, okay?” I mentioned this to him before; I just fell in love with Reeses, that’s all.

“No, no, I understand, you fell,” He said, smiling still. He helped me up and walked over to my cell, picked it up and opened it.

“Uh, did I say you could look through my phone?” I said, kinda peeved.

“No,” Jayy said, scanning the phone carefully.

I coughed again. Not because I was sick, but because I just realized what Jayy intended on wearing. Skin tight leather short shorts. I closed my eyes and tried to get the image out of my head.

“Are you legit about that outfit, Jayy?” I say, squinting up at his face, trying my hardest not to look down.

“Hmm?” Jayy said, not paying attention, still looking through my phone.

I sighed and looked down again, my fists tightened and they started to hurt. I felt no circulation in my arms anymore. I made a weird sound in my throat and pulled my eyes off his ass. I’m not gay! Stop staring at Jayy’s ass you homo!

“Sorry what did you say before?” Jayy asked, closing my phone and placing it on the night stand again.

I shook my head, looking at the ceiling.

“Never mind,”

Jayy shrugged and walked out of the room. I let go of the torturing breath that was kept in my lungs.

“By the way, there’s breakfast here, fatty,”

“I’m not fat!” I yelled back. Jayy giggled and I smiled, shaking my head.

I got dressed in black capris with retro-coloured striped socks, and our band t-shirt, the one with the mutant panda on it. I looked through my drawer of hair products and got out my 3 hairsprays, and 5 red, orange and blonde extensions out. I teased my hair up and sprayed it, used the wax at the tips, and the second ultra-hold glue spray at the roots. I clipped in the extensions in the longer part of my hair. About 20 minutes gone by and I looked perfect, with the makeup and everything. The only thing I hated was my flab. How could Jayy possibly keep a good figure? Well, he does belly dance, and he also hoop dances, he’s also very good at gymnastics and…. Yeah, I’m not gonna dance, forget about it.

I walked into the living room where Jayy was swinging his new flashing hula-hoop around his hips. He bent back and looked at me, then stopped.

“What’s up?” Jayy said, after turning off the stereo.

“Um… You see this?” I grabbed my stomach and Jayy raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah? What about it?”

“I don’t like it, I need it gone, caput, outta here,” I said, looking down my stomach, sucking in and then letting go.

“Oh Dahvie, don’t be ridiculous, you look fine,” Jayy said, I looked up at his smiling face.

“You’re such a lying bitch,” I said, smiling.

He stopped smiling and raised an eyebrow again.

“I’m not lying; everyone loves you just the way you are! Don’t change for anything,” Jayy said, more serious.

I shrugged, “But it just bugs me, knowing I’m overweight,” A stinging pain fills my ears. Jayy slapped me across the face.

“Shut up!” He shouted at me, eyes filled with tears, my eyes widened. Was Jayy…. Crying?

“Jayy?” I said softly, he covered his face with his hands and began to sob.

“C’mon, don’t be like that, Jayy,” I gently grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from his face, his eyeliner was smudged. He still looked beautiful though. UGH, stop it Dahvie!

Jayy dropped his hands to his side and looked at the ground, I pulled his face up.

“I won’t change,” I said, smiling softly, “Why are you crying?”

Jayy shook his head. I stroked his hair and let go of him, I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about me. He grabbed my hands and held them in his own.

“It’s just….” He looked at the door of the apartment and then back at me, “Nothing, It’s nothing,”

He shakes his head and presses his lips together, he looks up at the ceiling, “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid or reckless about your weight like I have befor.”

I raise an eyebrow at him, and then stopped when I notice his face so close to mine. I could just lean in a few more centimeters and…

“I understand you want to lose weight Dahvie, but please, remember your fans love you for who you are, and so do I,” He smiled weakly. I nodded firmly and rolled back on my heels. Jayy walked away.


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