you and chris have always been rivals. he was an actor, you were a musician. he was.. basically a prick you could say. he was self absorbed, closed minded, and sheltered. a rich, spoiled kid who’d never experienced the hardships of life. you on the other hand were quite the rebel. far from a ‘Normal person’ by society’s standards, traumatized from a young age, and it only seemed to grow, like a domino reaction.

he just thought you were some edgy wiredo freak. that your music was loud, meretricious, garish. but he had a strange.. attraction to you. not in a romantic way from what he could tell, not even i could put it into words. you were just fascinating. like you had an allure about you he couldn’t point out.

you had just finished your performance. it was at a artists show, just a place for musicians and fans alike in all types of music. it was quite exhausting, your throat was quite sore and your legs shaky from the nervousness of a crowd, but it went wonderfully. very wonderfully. it was quiet shocking. but as the crowd settled down and you said your farewells, you walked off stage, your eyes readjusting to the comforting darkness of the side stage.

“Your music is… strange..”

someone spoke from the darkness, it was chris. sitting on a chair, his legs propped up on a table. you forgot he decided to tag along. but for once, he listened to the lyrics. it was surprising. now for once he wasn’t thinking about you negatively. he was interested about your life now. but of course, his demeanor didn’t show that.