Pop Singers, Am I Right?

Chapter 27: Crashing the Party, Am I Right?

im actually updating like regularly now like tf how is dat possible the book says updates are every two days but thats like saying youre going to quit eating sweets and I am eating ice cream right now by the way if you cant tell im very unresponsible anyways story time :D

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Fitz POV

Anyways, Dex, I'm still not allowed to talk to you, but I felt like I should bend the rules a bit.

The car is running and my grip on the steering wheel is so tight that I worry I might have anxiety issues. Plus my anger issues, this would give me a valid reason to see a second therapist. Or maybe medication. Maybe I should hit up Maruca for the drugs. Sure, wrong kind of drugs, but same purpose. Right?

Whatever, I shouldn't be thinking about this right now. I should be editing my plan so I don't run in there with no idea what I'm doing and start frantically throwing firecrackers at people (That happened once. There's a reason me and Biana argue a lot, you know. It's because of the Fire Cracker Fiasco).

I start fixing my plan a bit more as I drive, taking my own advice for once.

I've loved you for a long time. I don't know how long, but enough for it to drive me crazy.

Originally, I was going to give my letter to Maruca, but she might not be at the front and she's nosy as hell. I love her, but she's definitely not the person to trust with my personal information. Sneaking in might be hard, but I'll figure it out. I'm pretty good at running.

Since I am in love with you, I felt it was just to tell you.

I think I'm just going to run into our recording room and drop off the letter on the couch I used to lay on. That's not that hard, right?

I don't expect you to forgive me just because I love you. In fact, I hope you hold a grudge against me for it.

I think I'm going the right way. My heart's thumping, and my blood is rushing to my brain already. I'm just going to walk into the recording room and drop off the letter. Dex won't be there. It's okay. I'm okay. It's okay.

I hope you still hate me, because you deserve to. I hope you don't love me back because if you can't tell, falling in love with me is a horrible choice.

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Dex POV

I messed up the dates (plus I fell asleep at two am) and my parents agreed it'd be okay to have dinner on Wednesday, so here I am, rainy Tuesday afternoon, sitting in the recording studio, playing around with sounds and attempting to write a song. I don't expect anything productful to happen today. I'm still obsessing over Fitz, so I'm still in agonizing pain.

I look around my studio. It's a mess. I slept on the couch, so the pillow is lodged on the armrest and the pillow wedged into the cushions. If I was expecting someone, I'd clean up a bit. But no one else comes in here. It's like a VIP Club for The Depressed But Not Well Dressed, which also means I'm the only member.

Oh well, time to write myself to death.

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Fitz POV

I bet you regret kissing me, but I don't regret kissing you.

I pull into the parking lot. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, I can feel my breath against my lips. This is it. This is it. I'm doing this. I'm finishing the horror I started.

I don't regret anything I did besides waiting this long to tell you.

I'm here.

Dex POV

I'm scavenging the ruins of that song I wrote before. I don't know if I want to publish it yet. I'm just writing for myself. Which I haven't done in a while, to be honest.

Stages of Denial (Formerly known as stay)

Waking up at 4:55 with your face
Almost touching mine
Maybe that's why
I started to panic
And prayed you'd never open your eyes
To see what a mess you made me
You just practically killed me
And you were just sleeping
So close but not even
Yet in retrospect I think I was dreaming

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Time of my life, all spent with you
I play back the clock
And stop at the two
Two months I had you
Two months I swear
But just like knots and exes
You brushed me out of your hair
I love your petty excuses and lines
How you used to call everyone "mine"
Flirting with strangers just for the views
Behind the camera, I'd pretend to blow kisses at you

People change, and grow out of phases
But you're so unphased by all the paces
They put us through, thought I knew
Who I was falling for
When I fell for you

Hmmm. It's missing something.

Of course it is. Every stupid song is missing something if it's about Fitzroy Vacker.

It's missing its happy ending.

Fitz POV

But now that I've told you, I would think to feel better. I don't though. Funny how that works.

I'm shutting the door of my car. The rain is pelting against my skin. Shit. Should've brought a coat. Oh well. You live, you learn. The pavement is wet and it looks like a storm is coming. I hope it does.

I hope you feel less guilty after reading this. Or you find some clarity.

I run into the building, and Maruca's in the front desk, chatting with Jensi. Maruca notices me, and tries to wave me over. I ignore her. I don't want to hurt her or Jensi. Jensi narrows his eyes at me, realizing that there must be something important going on, and starts whispering to Maruca. Maruca listens intently before her face lights up like a strike of thunder.

"WAIT WHAT THE FUCKLEDOODLENOODLES!?" Maruca exclaims. Jensi slaps his face with his palm, "Oh wait shit sorry Fitz you're having a moment. Continue crashing the party! We're rooting for you!"

I roll my eyes.

Or you get closure.

I continue down the hallway, searching for 2801. After all this time, I still remember. The door is a little open. I nudge my finger between the gap and pry the door open. There's soft music playing, as always. I remember when I first walked into this room. Dex's back hunched and turned away from me, singing an obviously gay, but me, being too heteronormative assuming, assumed he wasn't gay. I bet I fell in love at first sight, and I just didn't acknowledge it. God, if that's true, how many times have I fallen in love? I set the note on the couch, which has an oddly placed pillow and blanket on it, and turn around. I sigh and I start to walk out.

Or you find what you're looking for.

I hope you find who you're looking for.

Sincerely-

"Fitz?" 

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