Breathe Carolina: David Schmitt & OC Fluff
Shots Fired
*Eight Years Ago...*
"Amelia, I've got something to tell you..." you best friend, David, said as we sat in my parent's garage, drinking energy drinks and (until a few seconds ago) sitting in a comfortable silence. He sounded worried, and immediately I thought about his band: he'd just about die if anything happened to them, and one of the few things he showed any concern over...:"It's about my band..."
Oh fuck, I thought: something bad's happened, I know it. But instead of saying that out-loud, I settled for a casual: "What's going on?"
"We're, uh...we're heading out to L.A. to start recording."
"Oh." I said. I knew I should have been more supportive; we were best friends, had been for years, and this was his dream...but L.A. was so far from Colorado...he was going to be so far away. This was his dream, though, I had to be happy for him: "That's amazing!" I said, throwing my arms around him in a hug and pulling him close.
"You're not mad?" he asked, sounding relieved.
"Of course I'm not; you always wanted this, go for it!" I exclaimed, smiling at him fakely, but he didn't notice. Thankfully.
"Thank you!" David cried happily, wrapping his skinny arms around his neck. I hugged him again, tighter this time. He spent the next hour babbling happily about his future plans and how his band was going to become world famous, tour with bands just as well known and make millions of dollars. I had complete faith in him.
He'd do it.
And he'd leave me behind to do it.
But I couldn't begrudge him that; it was his dream and he was my best friend. I wanted him to have everything he wanted. Including a successful career with his band and fame. I wanted him...I wanted him to go to L.A..
So when he left to pack and tell his parents, I smiled, I waved him on and waited until he was out of sight of until I broke into tears.
*Present Day...*
Don't apologize if you can't look me in my eyes
It kills me, now I don't know you
I don't owe you, take the money and go
Leave my heart broke, you could have had everything I own
You've got so lost, I don't get it
Where you get off leaving me all alone?
I nodded my head slightly to the beat of the song - Shots Fired by Breathe Carolina - playing through my headphones as I walked down the street, coffee in hand. Obviously I knew David was in Breathe Carolina; he was my best friend for years, of course I recognised his voice. And Shots Fired was possibly one of my favourite songs...that or maybe Sell Outs, Asking Alexandria being one of my favourite bands.
I hadn't seen David for eight, almost nine years now, not since an argument we had on the night he'd left for L.A.. He'd finally seen past my fake happiness for him, and I'd snapped. I hadn't meant it, and I regretted it to this day, but he'd ignored all my calls and attempts to apologise, so...so I'd moved on with my life, eventually leading me to a job for a magazine in L.A..
You said some things that you can't take back
I know where it's going when you look like that
You can see what you started and you still want more
You shouldn't want a war
I started singing along quietly as I walked to my office I shared with my new co-worker Alice, who fortunately wasn't in today. Ii wasn't that I didn't like Alice, she was just a little too perky for me, especially in the mornings.
"Shots fired, shots fired, I know, Shots fired, words start flying through the wall, Words start flying -"
"You're really good." said a painfully familiar voice from the doorway.
David's voice.
My head shot up to see David - my old best friend David Schmitt - standing there, smiling slightly at me from where he stood awkwardly in the doorway to my office. I wanted to shoot out of my seat, but I was stuck in my seat, totally in shock.
"I got your letter..." he said, looking down at his feet: "And it wasn't your fault, I shouldn't have been so oblivious. I had this whole speech worked out, but uh, I forgot."
I laughed; it was such a teenage him thing to do. He was always coming up with the grand schemes and then not remembering them about five minutes later, it was why no-one ever let him plan anything. Ever.
"I missed that." he admitted, and I smiled at him widely:
"How could you not?" I joked: "I'm just so fucking awesome like that."
He laughed, and I stood up to hug him tightly. I really didn't want to let go, but I didn't want to freak David out either, so after a few moments I stepped back and smiled up at him. He seemed to have to same problem as me: wanting to hold on to each other, but not wanting to creep the other person out. Luckily for us, it seemed we were both still as good as ready each other's body-language, and in the same second pulled each other back into a tight hug.
"That song was written partly for you, you know." he murmured into my hair
"I thought - "
"Yeah, everyone does." he said: "but then, they never knew about you. And the guilt I felt when I left you. Plus, when you think about it...the lines are basically quoting what you said to me that night I left."
"I thought it was coincidence...I thought you forgot about me." I whispered, but David was already shaking his head vehemently, denying my sentence before I had fully finished it.
"I could never forget you, Amelia, you know why?" he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine and his breath fanning over my lips slightly, warm and light.
"Why?" I asked just as quietly, feeling a little dazed at him being this close to me.
"Because I love you." he murmured, pressing his lips to mine in a chaste kiss.
It didn't remain chaste for long.
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A/N: Short, I know. And I admittedly know nothing about David Schmitt or Breathe Carolina, but I was listening to Shots Fired while I was cleaning the bathroom today and got this idea for a one-shot, so here it is.
