Do-Over (A Jayy Von Monroe FanFic; BoTDF)

Chapter 3; "You're Everywhere."

Jayy's POV

I played nervously with the blade, trying to ignore my blood and guilt. Careful to keep my eyes off of Dahvie's face to avoid seeing him cry, I walked back to my bed and flopped down. I saw from the corner of my eye his hopeless glance in my direction, begging for me to stop acting this way. I threw the blade into a small garbage can in my room as a peace offering, and Dahvie gave me a hug.

"Thank you..." he whispered brokenly.

I nodded quietly, afraid of trying to talk and revealing my guilt and fear that was built up under the calm shell on the surface.

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He came back the next morning, after, of course, all his normal check-ins that night.

"Jayy?"

"Eh?" I asked as I tossed a stress ball in the air, keeping a steady rhythm of toss-and-catch.

"Will you come get a coffee with me? No one else'll get up."

"Dahvie, if you're gonna try and pull that shit, at least don't lie so badly. We both know why you're asking me, especially after last night."

"Well what do you want me to say then Jayy?" he asked with a slightly defensive tone.

"Try the truth," I snapped.

"Fine Jayy, you want the truth? It's enough. And I've had enough. I know, it's sad, she's gone and it's terrible, but you need to just give it up and accept that she's not coming back and no amount of sitting here playing Scissorhands is going to change that! There's the truth for you Jayy!"

I flinched. That was a low blow and we both knew it. But I also did ask for it. He wasn't lying anymore.

I swallowed roughly. "Alright...I'll go...Lemme get dressed."

"Okay... And Jayy, I uh-"

I shook my head at Dahvie. "No, you needed to say it. I deserved a little kick in the ass. I'm sorry I've been being a prick. But it really hurts, ya know?"

He put his arm around me and pulled me into his shoulder. "Yeah, I do know man. I know it hurts. But it'll feel a little better soon Jayy. And it only gets easier after that. I can't promise you'll ever feel good about it, but... it won't kill forever Jayy even if it feels otherwise right now. I can promise you that." He squeezed me into him. "Take a shower Jayy. Meet me downstairs when you're ready. No rush." He got up and went to walk out, but turned back to add, "And thank you."

"No. Thank you Dahvie."

A sort of painful nostalgia crept into Dahvie's eyes. "You helped me with the car crash Jayy. I'm just returning the favor."

I realized as he shut the door why this was so important to him. He did know what I was going through because he'd already gone through it. It all started to make sense, how he'd known to keep checking on me, why he never was scared off by my pissy attitude, and why he'd made such a strong effort to make me feel wanted around here.

He didn't want me falling into a hole, the way I'd stopped him back then.

I realized then how important it was that I made an effort, not to forget Hunter, but to put the thought in the back of my mind and move from there, at least once in a while, so I could prove to Dahvie that I wasn't going to leave. Whatever I'd said, I still wasn't going to die, except maybe by well-timed coincidence, and Dahvie needed to know that. Keen in it or not, this was the only life I had, I may waste it, but I wouldn't give it up.

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We went to a small coffee shop, almost guaranteed to be fan-free which, love the fans as we do, was best in this situation.

We sat down by the window and I already had my order ready. When Dahvie had his, I looked around to see if there was anyone free and the waitress at the next table caught my eye. Why did she look so familiar...?

"Hunter...?" I muttered softly. The hair color was off, it was now dark brown with a red streak, but I could easily see Hunter dying it like that. "Excuse me? Could you come here?" I asked after she'd walked away from the table.

"Yes sir, just give me one moment, if you could. I have to go make their order."

Dahvie sighed at me. "Jayy, stop, you know you can't keep going on like this anymore. Let. It. Go," he whispered warningly. He didn't sound mad or even a little irritated. He sounded... worried in a way.

I sighed as well. "You're right. Besides- it's-" I glanced back towards the kitchen and jumped. 'How did she get back so fast?' "Impossible... Hunter, y-you're dead!"

Worry flashed in the woman's eyes. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I have no idea who you're talking about." She took our order anyway. She must've thought I was insane.

I looked off after we got our coffee, playing with the loose paper on the cardboard hand-protector.

Something caught my eye on the inside of the paper. "Recycled?" I wondered softly aloud.

I pulled it off, and looked at it, slightly intrigued.

It read: 'Hunter - 482 Birkshire Lane, apartment 6; 8PM Tonight. Put a dollar in the tip jar if you can make it.

-Don't make yourselves obvious and don't say my name until we get inside with the door shut.

P.S. Don't tell the guys until we talk.'

"Dahvie?" I whispered softly.

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Happy Thanksgiving, or just Happy Thursday if you don't celebrate Thanksgiving. I will be giving you guys two chapters today as extras for this week in honor of the new story and the holiday. So three this week! Yay! Also, Black Veil Brides and Falling In Reverse concert tomorrow night at Upstate, so I won't have WiFi after sometime this afternoon, as I'm going to my Dad's for Thanksgiving and staying over so we can go to BVB as early as possible (it's right near where I live at Mom's, so yay! No traveling! Let's be honest I wouldn't be allowed to travel for a concert so Yay major venue near me! Either way have a good day and weekend and wish me luck for getting near the front so I can see (I'm very short XD)

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