Hi! Today's song is House of Memories by Panic! At The Disco. I am sorry to bring this up to readers whom have previously read this story before I edited it. I've changed PJs name. I didn't feel like I wrote the character very well. I don't watch him much, so I don't know how to portray him. I'll try to learn. I've decided to use one of my OCs. Thanks Byeee xoxo
I woke up to the feeling of Greydon stroking my hair. Where am I? I slowly opened my eyes, and realised I was in Greydon's car. That's right, I caught Phil being sleazy and came here and cried myself to sleep.
"Good morning, sleepyhead. Mind telling me why you're teary eyed?" He was still stroking my hair. He looked so worried.
"I-I caught Phil k-kissing…" I couldn't finish my thought, as I was choking on my tears. Greydon's face changed from worried to angry very quickly, but he just as quickly changed back to worried.
"Oh, Dan, I'm so sorry. I hate seeing you in pain...how about a movie night, like we used to?"
"I guess, Greydon…" He looked a bit hurt at my lack of enthusiasm. Still, he smiled at me. I half-smiled back. He turned his head and pulled out of the space. The drive to my house was abnormally silent. For the rest of the night we just binge watched some kids movies. I played the part of being happy well, and for once Greydon couldn't see through my fake smile. He left around midnight, leaving me to drown in a pool of tears once more. I cried until around 1:30, when my window opened on its own. I looked up, and of course Phil was there climbing through my window.
"What are you doing here?" I said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear me.
"Daniel, I know that you're hurt. Really, I do. But if you could just hear me out…"
"No, Phil. I'm done listening to you. I'm sorry. I can't do this. I've already lost so many people in my life, and I've lost another. I'm through with trying. Just go." I looked away. Phil sighed.
"Fine. I'll go. But I have one thing to say; promise me a place in your house of memories." With that Phil went out the window and shut it behind him. He was gone…
Anxious and depressing thoughts began pouring in. Tonight was going to be a long night.