Luca: HappierMature

I can't find any bleach.

But I did find the toothbrush and toothpaste. I take that to the restroom at the venue - we parked up outside for the night - ‘cause I can't be fucked to deal with being in the bus with the homo at the moment, and brush my teeth in there.

When I come out of the restroom, I see Gemme standing nearby, looking like she's waiting for me.

"Hello, Luca," she says as I walk towards her.

"I couldn't find any bleach," I mutter irritably.

"I could try my best to wipe away the taste," she murmurs sheepishly and I look at her, raising an eyebrow slightly. I'm more in the mood to beat the shit out of the homo again, but whatever. I duck my head down slightly and kiss her, wishing no one had told me what happened last night. She kisses back firmly, her hands moving to my waist as she apologizes. "What're you apologizing for?" I ask.

"You wished no one had told you, I told you, so it is my fault." I growl slightly, my hands balling up all over again as the urge to hit the homo rushes through me once more. She hugs me tightly, her lips brushing against my cheek for a moment and I can barely return the favor as the homo stumbles out of the bus. He begins to walk in this direction, before seeing me and walking off somewhere else. I tense, ready to run after him and beat him to a pulp.

"Luca, calm down. Please, for me."

"This is calm for me," I snarl. She sighs, moving one of her hands up to my chest, resting it over my heart, but doesn't say anything and I close my eyes, trying to ignore drummer boy edging around the parking lot to get to the restroom. "I'm fine, I'm calm," I tell her, finally hugging her back, opening my eyes again. She doesn't move though, instead smiling softly, "good."

The homo finally gets into the restroom and I have to stop myself from following him in and smacking him again.

"c'mon, let's go back to the bus," I mutter.

"sure," she nods and I take her hand, walking back to the bus with her. I go straight upstairs, flopping on the bed face down, barely noticing as Gemme follows, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Ugh," I moan into the pillow, my voice muffled.

"You okay, Luca?"

"I gave the homo a blow job. It's disgusting," I whine, refusing to roll over. Even after taking ages brushing my teeth I still feel dirty.

"Is there nothing I can do?"

"Go back in time and walk in the room before he made me blow him?"


"Why're you apologizing?" I ask, turning my head so I can see her, "it's not your fault he's a fucking homo."

"Because if I'd been awake earlier I could've stopped you taking the drugs, I could've walked in quicker," she says and I sigh, rolling onto my side so I can put an arm around her waist.

"It's not your fault; I didn't mean to sound like I was blaming you."

"I know, it was Damien's fault for picking on you when you were weak. But now, now is when it's my fault because I can't do anything to help you." I let out a growling ‘arrgh' and pull her so she's laying next to me.

"It's fine," I say, as much for her benefit as it is mine.

She nods and faces me, "I'll just have to remind him, these are mine." She whispers, kissing me firmly. I kiss back, trying to smile.

"Yeah, well good luck with that one." I mutter.

"I would've fought back when I saw it... I didn't want to kill the whole band." I nod slightly.

"Thanks. I guess. You're welcome to kill the homo."

"Luca, I love you and as much as you want to do this... please don't."

"Well why not? We'd all be happier," I growl a little. It's true; he wouldn't have to put up with having a crush on someone he can't have and I won't have to put up with him going on about it.

"You'd be happier, Phil wouldn't. Rayn probably wouldn't either."

"He'd be happier."

"Don't drag yourself through the mud, Luca." I sigh and don't say anything. It wouldn't be so bad if he could keep it to himself, y'know? Gemme doesn't say anything either and I hug her a bit tighter, curling up next to her. She smiles weakly and bends to kiss me. I lift my head enough to kiss her back before ducking my head back down and shutting my eyes.

She rests her head near my ear for a minute, "you'll always be my angel though... no matter how bloody you get," she whispers, her embrace tightening a little more and I smile.

"Thanks," I murmur.

"No need." I lift my head and kiss her again, trying to block out the homo's voice as he walks back in and says something to Phil. She kisses back, her hands moving to my ears as she smiles. I hold her closer to me, clinging to her in an embarrassingly childish way for a while. Only for a while. 


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