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His hand wraps around my wrist before I can exit. “Talk to me.”
He’s out of his mind. This is so not the time or place. “There are over twenty-five thousand fans waiting inside that arena for you.” And we’re already late.
The calloused tips of his fingers capture my chin. “But the only person who matters to me is sitting right here.”

SORRY??? PARDON???? George???? Whatkindof bullshitdidujustutter???????????? BRO I WAS ON UR SIDE!

“I’m so proud of her, my baby girl is going places.”
How I wish that were true. “Only because she has a great dad.”
“No. It’s all her. She’s so much more than she gives herself credit for; you know? So strong…and talented.” A deep exhale fills the line. “She doesn’t know it, but I heard her sing once. She has the voice of an angel. Just like her mama. It’s a shame she keeps it hidden.”

++ Skylar deserves a raise for dealing with those three bandmates🤬

After ch41 i officially like phoenix 🙂‍↕️ hope he doesn’t change that later 😐

“You’ve been crying.”
“Get out.”
“Lennon.. what’s wrong?”
“Leave me alone.”
“Talk to me.”
“I ate a twinkie.”
His eyebrows draw together. “So what? Twinkies are good.”
I avert my gaze as shame snakes up my spine once again. “I ate the whole box.”
“Perfection is unattainable, Lennon. But from where I’m standing, you’re the closest thing to it.”

“I should be dead,” he whispers. “Not them.”

“I wish it was me.” The hopelessness in his voice cuts like a knife. “So fucking bad.”

“I’m exactly like him.”
While Phoenix is far from a saint and God knows he’s done some terrible things, the reason he’s stuck in this self-destructive vortex is because he’s consumed with guilt over a mistake he made.
That alone proves he’s nothing like that man.
“Come here.”

“You should slow down.”
“You should leave.”
…it’s a fifth bottle.
“Would you fucking stop!”
“No!”
“I know losing your friend hurts like hell but—”
“You don’t fucking know!” he screams so loud I flinch. “Then why don’t you tell me?” A bolt of sadness spikes through my chest. “And if not me…then someone. Anyone.”
“It was my fault.”

“I know losing your friend was hard—”
“No, you don’t know. Trust me… I’ve got it from here. You can leave.”
“I want to stay.”

“I said I had a really good time last night,” George says. “Me too. And hey, maybe next time we’ll actually get to watch the movie.”
That’s when Phoenix—who’s a good twenty feet away talking to Chandler about something—stops mid-convo. His eyes narrow into tiny slits and it’s all I can do not to roll mine.
-😋

Lennon is out for blood.
Lennon came here to start a war…
She’s got one.

-Phoenix

She’s watching a movie with one of his band mates..
“You’re welcome.”
“For what?”
“Getting rid of him.”
“I didn’t need you to get rid of him.”
“There’s no way you’re into that guy.”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but maybe I am.”
“You can’t date him.”
“Why is that?”
Because she belongs to me while she’s on this tour. Not that jackass.

“You’re one to talk. Last I checked, you were the one who pretended you wanted to pursue things with me so you could steal my song, remember?”
“I wasn’t pretending with you, Lennon… after things ended between us, I knew I lost you for good.”
My heart folds in on itself as he walks out.
Yeah…you did.

My heart slams painfully against my rib cage when I glance down at his tattoo.
The first time I saw the clef and staff, there weren’t any music notes.
When I asked him why it was blank, he said he was waiting to write the song that would change his life.
Yet, the notes inked over his heart are mine. Not his.
-Lennon

She’s like poison and magic rolled into one. I want to push her far away and pull her closer at the same time. Which is all the more reason I’ll be happy when she’s gone… She’s the one and only thing on the planet that I can’t fucking have.
-Phoenix

“Is that all you got, Groupie?”
“I am not your groupie.”
No, she’s the secret demon that’s been living in my head for the past four years. The one mocking all my success and accomplishments, because even though my talent crowned me the king of rock…my kingdom was built with her gift. And I fucking hate it.

“Pro tip from someone who knows a thing or two about screwing people over? Don’t expose your plans to them. It’s a lot easier when they don’t see it coming.” The sting from her slapping my cheek makes me groan.

“I’m here on business.”
“Business?”
She crinkles her cute little nose. “Officially, I’m your new sober companion. But unofficially? I’m here to ruin you when you least expect it…and I want you stone-cold sober when I do it.”

Aside from the voice I still hear in my dreams and those big brown eyes I could pick out of a lineup, this isn’t the same girl from Hillcrest.
I feel like the universe is seriously fucking with me because she isn’t just my type.
She’s a goddamn fantasy I wasn’t even aware I had come to life.
-Phoenix

“Good afternoon, douchebag. Did you sleep well?”
Holy hell.
That voice.
Nah.
There’s no way that’s possible. I’m still fucking high. Only, when I cock my head toward the door…I realize I’m not imagining shit.
It’s her.
-Phoenix

But God knows I’d give anything to hear him nag or give me advice again. To hear him tell me he’s proud of the person I am, even though I’m not perfect and I don’t always make the right decisions. That I’m doing a decent job of navigating this fucked-up thing called life without his guidance. That it will get better. That one day it won’t hurt so damn much.
-Lennon

Screw society. The only thing that matters is that I like what I see when I look in the mirror. Because I didn’t conquer my demons for some stupid guy or because I wanted acceptance.
I did it for me.
-Lennon

While I couldn’t change what that pilfering asshole did, I realized there was something I could change.
Myself.
-Lennon

I don’t think I can handle listening to Phoenix’s voice without crying.
Then…I hear it.
They say when you play with fire, you get burned.
But when you love it?
You get destroyed.

-Lennon

“You’re complicating shit,”
“No… I’m pursuing this.”
😮‍💨🫦😋🙂‍↕️😝

“Hard pass. Storm’s not my type.”
A flicker of pain shoots through my chest.
“I’m not either.”
“That’s true. You’re nothing like the other girls I hang out with.”
The flicker of pain turns into a full-blown ache, but then a follow-up text comes through.
“You’re better.”

“I just wanted to get drunk and have fun,” I croak against his chest, my tears saturating his T-shirt.
“I have a bottle of Jack in my car. Let’s party.”
“Very funny.”
“I’m serious.” Breaking the hug, he walks backward. “We just graduated motherfucking high school, and I want to kick back and celebrate with one of my favorite people.” He waggles his eyebrows. “I’ll be right back.”

“I don’t kiss my hookups.”
And then proceeded to kiss her.
🙂‍↕️😋

“Lennon still isn’t making eye contact with me. It shouldn’t bother me…but it does.”