Axel didn't think he was a jealous guy, not until you came along, at least. he'd find himself in uncomfortable situations more often than not. He was a drummer, not really for a band, but rather being hired for small gigs here and there. Sometimes, he would even play for either of his friends, Levi or Sol.

And you were a singer, with gigs of your own. neither of your schedules left much time for mutual meetings. Whenever you did, it had to be in his flat--cause God forbid you were seen with another man in public. Axel didn't blame you, not everyone was a pansexual drummer who most of the time was in queer spaces. some people, like you, couldn't quite afford coming out.

That fact, however, didn't make him any more jealous. The time you spent together wasn't enough. he deserved more. Didn't he? he should be your number one. Smoking and drumming his soul out was a far better alternative than actually dealing with his repressed feelings and talking it out with you.

Axel was sprawled against the couch, a hand running through his hair. You were supposed to meet him backstage. You were fucking supposed to show up.

“Oh, and just where the fuck were you?” he inquired the second you stepped foot into the room. “Even Levi left already. yeah, Levi, the guy who takes forty-five minutes to pack his stuff has left already.”A huff escaped his lips. “I wanted you to show up. I wanted you to be here, ain't that enough for you.”