For Baltimore

Delilah~~

It's been a week since my dad died, and since Alex and I kissed. Since then, he hasn't uttered one word to me. I still accompanied him on stage during Remembering Sunday, though. I think the fans had started to notice that Alex wasn't interacting with me as much as he was, and I can admit, they had started to ship us, our ship name being Dalex. That, however, only made me feel worse, that knowing I was getting to be with Alex in a fictional story rather than real life.

After Remembering Sunday ended, I started to make my way offstage, not saying anything to Alex, and of course not looking at him. I only waved to the crowd, and gave them a fake ass smile. I felt a hand on my shoulder and the crowd cheered quite loud, making me guess it was Alex.

"Delilah.." Alex said, making sure the fans couldn't hear him by moving the microphone away from his lips. I looked at him in the eyes, taking in the beauty of the chocolate orbs now staring into my hazel ones.

"What." I choked out.

"You were great tonight." He said, and my face fell. Tears welled up in my eyes and one slid down my left cheek. I put the microphone I had used on its stand and wiped the tear away.

"That's all you have to fucking say to me!? After we kissed last week, you hadn't said anything to me, and now you say that I was great tonight?" I asked, my voice faltering. Alex stood up as the crowd started chatting amongst themselves.

"Can we talk later? I'm kinda in the middle of a show." He said sternly.

"Later's better than never, Gaskarth." I spat into the mic. I brought my hand back and slapped him before storming offstage and out of the venue.

About an hour later, the bus door was opened and I turned my head at the sound. I was currently sat upon the couch, my arms folded on my chest and one leg draped over the other. The person who had entered the bus now showed themself. He put his hands in the air as if he was surrendering.

"Alright, I know you're fucking pissed." Alex said.

"Put your fucking arms down. You look pathetic." I said and uncrossed my own arms. He did as told and stared at me, anger flaring in his eyes.

"Pathetic!? You think I'm pathetic?" He asked.

"No. I said you look pathetic." I said, and I looked away from him.

"What's up with you? When I met you, you were so nice. What the hell, man?" Alex asked. I stood up and walked over to him.

"Why don't you try being in a FIVE year relationship, ONLY TO BE FUCKING CHEATED ON. THEN HAVE YOUR FATHER DIE, THEN, WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, GET KISSED BY THE GUY YOU LIKE SO FUCKING MUCH IT HURTS, ONLY TO HAVE HIM FUCKING IGNORE YOU FOR A GOD DAMN WEEK! FUCK ALEX!" I yelled. I took heavy breaths as I stared at him.

"You know, you're not the only person on this motherfucking bus that's had a relative die. You're not fucking special, Delilah." He said.

"I never said I was. And since it's apparent that you don't give two shits about how I feel about you, you can leave." I said coldly.

"Delilah-"

"LEAVE!" I yelled. Alex glared at me before leaving the bus, making me the only person in it.

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