Supernatural DM x FM
Longer than my usual one shots-AU – January 19th, 2008 – Danny p.o.v
A new year, a new name, a new country and a fresh start. That is what lies ahead for me. I am starting from scratch this time, nothing to call my own except my inheritance. It is more than enough to get me by at least. I can buy and furnish a small apartment in Los Angeles and enough clothes and basics to set myself up for the cover story I am going by this time. Personally it is not my first time in America, but for a twenty-two-year-old orphan by the name of Daniel Rose Murillo this is the first time he has ever left the comforts of his home country of Wales to the big open world. I clutch my passport to my chest as I hear the announcement that we have arrived in Los Angeles. It will be sunnier and warmer than what I was used to.
I did just spend twenty-two years building up my story by living in Cardiff in the south of Wales, although I did spend some time up north to see what the difference was. Considering I am a vampire who is well over 100 years old by now this is something that I have done quite often. I have become quite the expert in creating the necessary documentation to back up my story. I go through all of the customs procedures once I have left the plane. So far so good, they believe my story and welcome me to America where I shall spend the next 60 years if all goes according to plan. No one needs to know what I am, and I should be free enough to life my lifestyle without drawing too much attention to myself.
It only took me three hours to get myself on the path to having everything sorted. I have my keys to my new apartment which was furnished for me by the landlady after she heard of my story of why I was moving from Wales. She was also nice enough to tell me I could paint the walls to suit my style more. So now I have a truck, a furnished apartment and something to occupy my time with before I decide to start looking for a job. I might be a waiter to begin with, something which is in high demand and easy for me to do. I do have several qualifications I could use including music and medical which I actually gained back in the day. Something tells me to wait a while and an opportunity for that will come.
When I decide to take a break from painting and go to Walmart to get some food to appear normal, I bump into someone who nearly ends up on the floor if I didn't gently grab their arm and keep them steady. "Sorry about that," I tell him, my south Wales accent thick and strong. That has got to change soon. "No worries my friend, I should have been more careful. You aren't from America, are you? I have never heard that accent before," the man tells me. I take a proper look at him and hold my breath. Oh my god he is hot. "I should have been watching where I was going. I just moved from Cardiff this morning. I am from Wales in the UK," I tell him. I do feel as if I can trust the strange hot man a little.
"Nice, my name is Dylan Alvarez by the way. I'm happy to help you if you need it," he tells me. He was offering a hand shake now, we had let go of each other after we apologised. "Nice to meet you Dylan. My name is Danny Murillo. To be honest I would appreciate any help offered at the moment," I tell him, internally cringing at how out of place my accent is with his. He smiles and offers me his phone. "Put your number and stuff in there. That way we can easily stay in contact," he tells me. I quickly type in my name and my new American mobile number after having a quick glance at it on my own phone. I give his phone back to him with a smile, we say our goodbyes and get on with whatever we were doing before we bumped into each other.
I can tell I am going to end up in trouble with this one. I don't think he noticed I realised how super-hot he is, but if we are going to remain in close contact like he suggested it will be hard to keep my secret away from him. He seems so genuinely nice, I don't want to chase him away because I am something different, something to be afraid of. I kinda want to talk to him later on, but I still have more painting to do and some more blending in. I am sure some of the more curious of my neighbours will have realised someone has moved into the apartment now and want to introduce themselves to me. I want to speak as little as possible until my accent fades though, it makes me stick out like a sore thumb compared with the southern Californian accents I have heard so far.
I know my accent will fade soon enough, I can take on accents easily to blend in with my surroundings but considering I have only been in Los Angeles for a total of four hours, it is more believable to have this strong foreign accent which matches the place I have come from. I feel fairly confident in a few weeks' time I will sound more like I come from California than I will sound like I come from the south Wales valleys. Until then I will have to get used to being the odd one out, I have heard Australian accents and even English accents walking through the airport and the Walmart so far. Not a single Welsh one yet. Then again, I have not really been paying too much attention because I want to get things done.
I came back to the place I call home three hours ago now, it is now been 7 hours since I landed in California at about 2pm ish. I have lost all sense of time while I have been busying myself painting my walls and getting groceries and meeting my new neighbours who seem nice enough. Not too nosey either which is good enough for me. Dylan and I have been exchanging messages pretty much constantly for the last hour getting to know each other. I learned he is a year younger than I am pretending to be, and he is in a band. The band is called Hollywood Undead and I had actually been listening to them since their myspace days. It was quite cool to meet one of them even if it was by accident.
He was interested in the fact that I was into music and I can confidently play the guitar and piano. I did joke that I could not play them at the same time although it was something I considered drunk at two o'clock in the morning one day. He told me that I was more than welcome to hang out with him one day and meet the other band members. He also told me I was not allowed to be a huge fan boy when it happened, and I have to sing for him one day. I happily agreed to those terms because I honestly I have nothing to lose with that. I like how I have made at least one friend in this new life on my first day. Maybe it will be 7 by the time I have spent some time with Dylan outside of his studio time while he finishes up his first album.
They said they aim to have their album out by mid-September this year. They have been working on it for a long time, but record labels do not generally like the kind of lyrics that they have been including in their songs and want to censor the crap out of it. I really enjoy talking to Dylan, it passed the time in between coats of paint drying. It is not a dramatic new colour, just changed some of the outdated wallpaper to painted walls of either white or blue depending on the room I was in. My bedroom has a calming blue in it. The living room is white with a red wall where the television rests. The kitchen and bathroom were alright, and I didn't have to change anything about them which was good for me.
I don't need to sleep for obvious reasons, but I had to pretend to Dylan that I needed to go to bed. I also have to fake jetlag as there is a considerable time difference between here and Wales where I came from so they would expect me to be more tired getting used to that. It will give me more of an excuse to not talk irl until my accent adopts to the new one I will hear all the time. I will be "too tired to do anything" and I wouldn't be lying too much. I am lucky painting is a quiet thing, that means I am free to paint all night if I have too. I think one more coat of the red and I will be done and then I can think about where I want shelves and things to sort that out at a more reasonable time for the neighbours.
I am also quite a keen artist, so I drew all the two rooms I had painted and decided to add where I want the shelves and what I want on them to make them fit with the amazing amount of furniture that I had been given. The landlady has been very generous which I was not expecting. It is all decent modern style stuff which is very comfortable to sit on and the bed was comfortable too. She said that she wanted me to settle in well after the story, so she wanted to provide as much as she was able to and she was going be a little lenient with the rent while I get myself sorted. I need to pay her back one day because no human has ever been that nice to me. This place is going to be a nice little home when I finish decorating tomorrow.
3 am is probably a good time to pretend to sleep. I have not met all of my new neighbours that live on the same floor as me. They might have known about me moving in by now, neighbours like to gossip no matter how hard they deny it. They might want to introduce themselves to me in the morning and it would be very suspicious if I turned up to the door with perfect hair and looking like I have not slept since I arrived here. I will also be acting jetlagged in the next couple of days, if I was human I would definitely be exhausted by now. I have definitely not stopped since I got off the plane, I got my keys for my apartment and all the personal items I wanted like some new clothes, some personal hygiene related things and other things you need for a new life.
~ 9 hours later~
I actually managed to get some sleep, I have been doing so well without sleep for so long it is hard to remember that I can actually sleep if I need to and that's exactly what I did for nine hours. Dylan had messaged me a few times and send me a picture of himself. I replied after I woke up and told him that I had a lie in. A couple of neighbours sent me welcome cards and in them they told me if I needed anything then I could just let them know and they would do their best to help me out. Dylan said he was working today but he was desperate to take me around some of his favourite places in LA afterwards to get me used to the city a little more. I know I have nothing better to do today once all of the shelves are up.
It was weird for me to jump into a friendship like that so soon. I feel like it will be worth it for being able to blend in with the humans. The more friends I have the less suspicion people will have on me for leaving the house at strange times and coming back very early in the morning. I could easily pass it off as being out drinking with my friends. I am still young enough where going out for a few drinks every now and then is not a weird thing. This all feels weird to think about, so I am just going to focus on sorting the shelves out and sorting everything out the same way I drew it very early this morning. It just makes things perfect, to all those concerned I am a human who has just moved from Wales to California for a new life.
I am surprised how eager Dylan is for me to meet up with him today. He told me when he leaves work so I could meet him there. I am probably going to end up meeting at least one of his friends by the end of the day. I don't think it is going to be that easy to hide myself from his friends when I lurk outside of the studio. Looks wise I know I don't stand out at all but if I was to start talking to Dylan when I am outside it will give it all away that I am not from around here. I probably should have waited before making any friends so that my accent could have disappeared but oh well. Hindsight is a wonderful thing that I am not in possession of. I don't even know why I am making my accent such a big of a deal. Apparently, I have become a vampire who likes to overthink things when he is left alone.
Not that it should bother me, I have spent the last 78 years (roughly) concealing who I really am whilst being stuck as forever 22 looks wise. I know some vampire sources say that we do still age, but I haven't experienced it so far so I must be the wrong kind of vampire. I have a friend who is a warlock so all of my clothes have sun protection spells on them because you can never be too careful about that when you are a vampire. Gotta make sure I don't die while I pretend to be human even though I probably should have died a long time ago. I have to be unsuspecting after all, vampires don't exist in this world. No supernatural beings exist in this world if I am to believe what the humans believe now. Stay outside on a hot sunny day for more than 2 or 3 hours then poof you burn and die.
I am kinda really looking forward to meeting up with Dylan again even though we only met just yesterday. I am excited to see where this friendship takes me. It's been a very long time since I have had a friend and done normal human things with them. It makes me feel a lot younger than I am sometimes, I can still feel the almost childish excitement. I'd love to be human again if it were possible. Dylan was messaging me throughout the day and telling me how excited he was to see me later on. Only one other guy knows about me so far which is for the best. I really don't want to be given the teasing nicknames that come associated with being from Wales. I really want to hurry up and get my accent changed but it is going to take a while to act natural at least.
I could do a lot of different impressions, but it is hard to make it blend in if multiple humans know about me coming from Wales already. I have to make it take time and make it look like I am learning the accent naturally. That's gonna be a frustrating month for sure. I don't wanna play dumb and make it look like I am taking longer than I really should about becoming Californian. I would love to be a true Californian. I can barely remember my childhood and which country I actually came from. I suppose I could do some digging if I was really bothered about it. I was still talking to Dylan and telling him I was getting ready to meet him. I had to ask for the address so I can use my sat nav to get there because I am not supposed to know my way around California yet.
I get there with one minute to spare as I had actually gotten lost. I had not realised how long it has actually been since I was last in California and the roads have become a lot less recognisable to me now than they were back then. Dylan was waiting with a taller man; he had a lot of tattoos on him. He kinda intimidated me a little. "Danny, you made it!" Dylan exclaims happily when he sees that I have arrived. I nodded and felt like I was going to be a little nervous and maybe not speak at first. "Ahh, so I guess that this is your new friend you bumped into yesterday," the taller man says. Dylan wraps his arm around me and smiled at his friend. "Yeah, a little shy though. Danny meet George, he is one of my best friends and in the band," Dylan tells me, and I give a little shy wave to George.
I hope to god that Dylan has not mentioned the whole south Wales thing to George already. I kinda regret moving to California from south Wales. I should have gone to a different state in the US first then slowly moved over to California. "I bet, moving somewhere new on your own is scary. When I went to uni it was hell," George says, not hinting that he knew about the whole south Wales thing. It was very awkward to say the least. I really didn't want to be rude and I really didn't want to talk either. I know I am gonna have to talk eventually though as embarrassing as I find it. "Yeah, I've moved a couple of times, but this is my first time on my own," I tell them, talking very quietly even though both of them heard me.
"Yeah, I hope you enjoy your time in California Danny. Don't worry about the accent, I think it sounds rather cool," George tells me. So, I guess Dylan has told George about my accent. I have been very honest with Dylan about how much I worried about walking around talking with it until I get used to it. "Thanks George, California is a lot different to where I grew up, but I am happy to already have friends here," I tell him, feeling slightly more confident about talking now and Dylan was just grinning from ear to ear. We said our goodbyes to George, and I let Dylan drive me to wherever he thinks is the best place in Los Angeles for a new kid to see. I would love to go up to the Hollywood sign, or at least see it.
We spent three amazing hours together just him showing me places that I had not even considered when he mentioned doing this. Then as the night fell we ended up right near the Hollywood sign. My awe for the structure was not fake, nor was the smile on Dylan's face when he saw my reaction. "Come on, let's see it up close," Dylan tells me as we both get out of the car. I look at him, I did some extensive research before I moved here, and I was pretty certain that going anywhere near the Hollywood sign is illegal. "We aren't gonna get caught right?" I ask him, this does sound fun though. The sun has not really set yet. "Not if we go the way I have been going for the last few years," he tells me. I trust him enough to take his hand and let him guide me to wherever he needs me to go to reach the top of the sign.
We made it to the top just as the sun was about to set. "Wow, this is amazing," I tell him. It was weird to see all of Hollywood like this, but at the same time I was settling into the new city and I was falling in love with the city of angels. "Yeah, I love coming here especially at night. I love the peace and quiet. I may act like the youngest and dumbest member of Hollywood Undead, but I enjoy little things like this," Dylan explains. It made a lot of sense to me. A lot of people like to mock the younger members of a band especially with an age gap of 5 years or more between the eldest and the youngest man like Dylan told me there was in Hollywood Undead. "I can see why. I would have loved a place like that when I was younger. Sure there are a lot of gorgeous places in Wales, but all they look out on is the sea," I tell him.
"I like the sea as well. One day you gotta take me around Wales Danny. Show me all of the sights you want me to see," he tells me. I give him the really? look and he just laughs. I shake my head and rest my head against his shoulder. "Fine one day I will show you Wales and we will experience nothing because it will be pissing it down with rain the entire time," I tell him. He seems to be confused so I explained to him how pissing it down was an expression we used in the UK to describe how bad the rain was. "Well, I might just start using that more often. Not that it rains here much, must have been part of the reason you moved here right?" Dylan asks me. I nod, it does sound appealing to not have much rain.
"Yeah, I thought somewhere where it rained less would be nice to move to. Maybe at some point I'll move to Canada or somewhere it snows a whole bunch. There is a downside to living by the sea all the time," I tell him. You don't get a lot of snow in Wales, particularly where I lived in the north. Being close to the sea made it hard for the snow to stick, but you would get a whole bunch of rain. I explained it all to Dylan and he laughed. It must seem to be so weird how much I was complaining about weather he doesn't really experience. "That would be a good idea though, travel the world and live in different climates for periods of time. Maybe I'd even go to Africa to a remote village to try something new," Dylan tells me.
I almost didn't want to go home, but Dylan has work in the morning and I had to look for a job. Well, I don't have to go look for a job for a little while, I have a lot of 'inheritance' left to work with at the moment. However I don't see any harm it putting my CV out there for people to look at. I drove Dylan to his house, and we hugged before he left, and I drove back to my new apartment without getting lost which is a bonus. I sent him a text like I promised to let him know I had arrived back home in one piece and I had not gotten lost. Man I have fallen hard for this guy I barely know. I can't wait to get to know him more. I think something could really happen with him. I would obviously respect if he didn't like me back.
I am going to enjoy my new life in California that is for sure. I feel almost like I am back in high school again. I feel giddy with the excitement of seeing Dylan again. I don't know if we would ever become a couple, only time will tell with that I guess. I definitely know I cannot rush things. It is another situation I can easily overthink. Just keep it as friends for now Danny, see how it goes later on. You've only known this guy for just over twenty-four hours now. Everything could change when our friendship develops further. Who knows I might not even stay in Los Angeles for long. I miss having a family around even though I know they have been dead for a long time. It's something that never goes away.
October 2009 – Danny p.o.v
So much has happened in the last year and a half. I have become really close friends with Dylan whilst being able to conceal the whole vampire thing. I have become close with most of the band Hollywood Undead which is amazing. They have asked me to replace their lead singer Deuce full time as he failed to show up for tour. They have fired him, and I am taking his place which I am nervous about. I did have a good feed just before I got on the flight so I should be good for a little while, but I will have to sneak off one night during this tour to feed. I don't think band membership was a job suitable for vampires. Well it would be if the entire band were vampires, but I somehow doubt that I am not alone.
Dylan was waiting in the arrivals for me when I got off the plane and we hugged tightly as we both dared too. "Hey Danny, glad you made it. I was a little worried if the job was going to be too much," he tells me, with a big smile. I only have my little suitcase and my backpack with some stuff. We decide to walk over to get my suitcase. "I know how much the band means to you. It has also been ages since I was on a musical tour and I kinda missed it so of course I'd help. I'd rather be in a band full of people I knew than one where I knew nobody," I tell him, and I smile. I am a lot more comfortable knowing who I am going to be sharing a tour bus with for the next few weeks. I think it will be a good time with them,
"That makes sense," he tells me, and he takes my hand after I grab my suitcase. I look at him with a smile. We have slowly been working towards a romantic relationship. We have both admitted feelings for each other, but we were not sure what to do as it would be our first gay relationships, so we are taking things nice and slow. "I have something to tell you later on Danny. I think it will be really important before we get any further with our relationship," he tells me. I feel a little bit worried, but I know that whatever he has to say I will do my best to support him for the sake of our relationship. It might make us stronger or we might have to stay as friends, but either way I know my feelings won't change.
"Okay, I think I can handle that," I tell him, smiling. I can come up with a million and one different theories as to what he might have to tell me, but I would rather not dwell on them at the moment. I have just joined a new band and have all their songs to learn. I am so glad my south Wales accent went after about 3 weeks. It would be so much harder for them to understand me if I still had that accent and I was singing. I was practising some of the songs with Dylan as we got the taxi back to the bus. The taxi driver thought we both sounded good together and that we should be in a band one day. Since they wear masks all the time I guess not many people know what they really look like when the masks are off.
I was greeted by tight hugs when I finally walked onto the tour bus. Dylan looked almost jealous he had to share me with the others who were excited to see me after so long. It has literally been years since I have last seen these guys. We did go our own separate ways after I went to college and they made the band. I knew it wouldn't have been good if I was in the band from the beginning because Aron never liked me. Besides I was in a different country when the band started, and I was making my own music back then. I am going to sort thing out in my bunk and wait for Dylan to let me know when he was going to tell me whatever it is he wanted me to know. We have a day off because they want to give me a chance to make it to the location on time and they want me to settle in because they know this is going to be different to the life I am used to back in LA in the apartment working 9-5 hours.
I am grateful for the time they have given me to settle in. It is a little bit overwhelming to deal with my new living arrangements and I still have anxieties relating to being a vampire on tour. I was just on my own mostly when I was in Wales touring the UK, so it was perfectly fine for me to leave my hotel. Now I have five people who could consider my movements to be suspicious unless I leave during a night out or something like that. I will have to be careful though, I know you can get really ill if you don't feed often enough. The only thing one of the guys did was George showed me which bunk was mine, so I could hook up my electronics and stuff like that. I could personalise my bunk if I really wanted.
I had been in my bunk for an hour when Dylan made his way in. "They wanted to make sure you're okay and if you were settling in okay," Dylan says, when he climbs in my bunk to join me. I hug him. I am sure they know that we might be dating by now. "I'm as settled as I see myself getting if I am being honest Dylan. I will be fine in no time," I tell him. It is nice being this close to Dylan. We've definitely got to figure things out in terms of are we dating or are we not? I was pretty tired as I didn't sleep on the plane here. "Dwi eisiau cysgu," I said, only realising seconds later I had spoken in Welsh and not English. "You're lucky I know what that means. It's I want to sleep right?" Dylan asks, and I nod before rolling onto my side.
He chuckles and rubs my back. "We have time for you to nap if you want. I do really want to tell you the thing tonight though," Dylan tells me, seconds later we hear the guys shouting that they were going drinking and we were more than welcome to join them. Dylan looks to me; this could be the perfect opportunity for him to tell me whatever it is he wants to tell me then I can deal with the news and maybe sleep? "You could tell me when the guys have definitely left? I am still not going to treat you differently for anything you have to tell me," I tell him. I want him to feel comfortable sharing any kind of news with me. He smiles at me, and I smile back. Then he leaves the bunk for a moment and comes back.
"We're all alone. I've been keeping something from you from the day we met, and I don't know how to tell you this, but I don't know if we can be together. I'm a vampire Danny, you know the ones you've probably read about online and I don't wanna kill you," he tells me. I tried to keep my jaw from dropping. So I am not alone after all, the man I want to be with is just like me. I also try not to act crazy. "You wouldn't have to worry about killing me Dylan. Our relationship can stay the same. I thought you would have been able to tell by now that I am just like you. We can be vampire boyfriends," I tell him. I saw his shoulders drop in relief and he held me tighter than he has ever done before and I held him back.
"Well I am glad for that babe. Vampire boyfriends does sound pretty good. I know how to get away with feeding whilst on tour too if that helps," he tells me, and I nod. I love this, it has gone better than all my fears have been trying to tell me that it would have gone. When he said he didn't know if we could be together my undead heart sank. I love this man with everything I have, and I would have fought to keep us together. "That was something I did worry about for a bit. At least we don't have to hide anything from each other anymore," I tell him. No more worrying about if the other partner is human or not so we have to be gentle. Our relationship is going to be amazing from here on out I know it.
"There is something I need to do now we are officially boyfriends," Dylan tells me, and I smile at him. He pulls me towards him, now we are both laying on our sides in my bunk. He then gives me the best last first kiss I will ever experience in my life. I kiss him back and we just enjoy the privacy being alone on the tour bus has given us and our new relationship. "Best first kiss ever," I tell him, knowing full well now we know each other is a vampire that our relationship is going to last as long as we want it to and maybe for as long as we both live. "Oh my god yes. I never want another one," he tells me. I am still tired, so I snuggle in Dylan's arms. "Do the others know about us?" I ask him. I am more than willing to just sleep in his arms.
"George does, he always does. He has this knack for knowing who is gonna end up with who. He told me about Jorel and Vanessa weeks before it happened. He doesn't mind gay relationships and I am pretty sure the others don't either. I am sure Matt is gay and you know about the whole Jordon and George fake relationship on interviews," he tells me. It makes me feel more comfortable about falling asleep on him. "Good cause I am kinda too comfy for you to leave my bunk," I tell him. He chuckles and moments later I feel the covers over me. I had come dressed in my pjs essentially because I knew the flight was gonna be a long one. "Well, if my little lion doesn't want me to leave then I am not going to leave," Dylan replies.
The next morning
"Oh my god how cute are they?" I hear George ask. Not long after Dylan called me his little lion last night I fell asleep. "So cute, I know you had a knack for predicting relationships, but I would have never considered these two," I hear Jorel reply. They were both whispering, but vampires are reborn with the gift of sensitive hearing, so it sounds like they are just talking. "Oh I did from the moment I met the guy. Just the way they looked at each other and things I knew it was meant to be. They suit each other perfectly," George replies, then they walk away because they didn't want to wake us up as they both think we are asleep still. "I'm guessing you heard that too," Dylan whispers as we move around.
"Yeah, thought he was gonna bring up the whole I am technically Welsh thing," I tell him, that still looms over me as that is part of my background until I can claim USA citizenship. Then it can become a distant memory never to be brought up again. "Yeah me too, then again you've met the others while you still had the accent, so they already know," Dylan replies. He was so desperate for them to meet me when I worked in the store that I didn't have a good chance to let go of that accent. "Oh yeah, it's been a crazy year so I kinda forgot that happened," I tell him. We should probably get up soon. Tonight is my first concert as a member of HU and the fans are gonna get one hell of a shock. There has been no announcement of Deuce's departure as far as I know, then again I am too scared to check social media.
I know that I am going to get some hate. I know that for a fact as Aron does not like me and will create some trouble for the band because he has been kicked out and will definitely feel salty about it. "Yeah, let's get up and act like humans," he tells me, and I roll out of the bunk and land a little awkwardly on my feet, but I keep my balance and Dylan follows behind like a normal person would get out of their bunk. "Morning love birds," George says, when he sees me, and Dylan walk into the main living area and he gets shoved by Jorel. "Morning George," I tell him, and Dylan shuffles past to make us both coffees after he waved hello. It is common for Dylan to react this way when he first wakes up. I thank him when he gives me my coffee and a pop tart.
"Sleep good last night?" Jorel asks me and I nod. I am sure he would have guessed that as he did see me sleeping first thing this morning. "The nerves for tonight have not hit yet. I didn't sleep on the plane on the way here, so I was pretty tired last night," I tell him. I am fully expecting by at least 4 pm this afternoon that the nerves will have hit and I will become a nervous wreck. Now that they probably all know about Dylan and I being together Dylan felt comfortable wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer to him. "Don't worry too much Danny. We know you're an amazing singer and all our fans will love you," Jorel replies, and I do believe him to a certain extent. I am not going to sound like Aron, and nor will I pretend to or lip sync to his vocals ever. We are two different people.
~ time skip to tour end~
The tour went better than I could ever have imagined. The fans do like me even if some disagree. I had the time of my life and I am more excited to start working on the new album with them when the time comes. For now, I am going to enjoy spending more boyfriend time with Dylan where we are not constantly cooed at by the other guys who think the "youngest" two getting together is simply adorable. Considering we are both actually over 100 years old and definitely the two none humans I feel comfortable using air quotations over youngest. Our new birthdates put us in 1985 and 1986 not the actual years we were born. If we kept our human birthdays people would get suspicious real quick.
"How did I manage to bag a sexy boyfriend like you?" Dylan asks, I was shirtless on my balcony. I had moved into a better apartment a few months ago. I was enjoying the sun protection even though I will never tan or get sun burn. I look at him and smile as he takes his shirt off and joins me. "I could say the same thing Mr Alvarez. You are a very sexy boyfriend," I tell him. He stands behind me and rests his head on my shoulder as we watch the sunset as if we were almost back at the Hollywood sign when I first met him. It was nice to spend this time with him. We landed late this afternoon and just grabbed some takeout with the guys before finally going back to my apartment where Dylan is going to spend the night.
"I love sunsets with you Danny," Dylan tells me, and I turn around to reach up and kiss my boyfriend on the lips. He kisses me back, and I kind of wished that I had my phone on a timer to capture this moment for our memories. I know we have a long time to enjoy memories like this, but I like to keep scrapbooks to look back on. I have one from my time in Wales and all my previous lifetimes. I take them with me everywhere I move, and each is under a different name so I can pass them off as family members wherever possible to humans who are curious. I try my best to look as unrecognisable as possible without going the surgery route. Then again doppelgangers exist, and you can look at lot like a relative.
"I really should do this in the daytime but, look Simba everything the light touches is our kingdom," Dylan says, and I wanted to chuck him off the balcony right there and then. He is such a dork, a loveable dork, but I will call him a dork for the rest of time. "Oh for fucks sakes Dylan you are a nerd," I tell him. I had pushed him and tried to walk inside but he had a good grip on me. "I know I am, but you still love me," he tells me, and I had to sigh. "Yeah I do, in small doses on a Sunday night," I tell him, and he laughs again. We walk inside together, and I flop down on the couch. He sits next to me and I snuggle into his side and watch as he takes a selfie of us and sends it to the group chat saying about how he is a very loved nerd tonight.
He doesn't want to make our relationship public yet and that is fine by me. We are going to have a rough few years with Aron, he has already stating making shitty hate songs about us and I have no doubt that will continue when our second album comes out. "Danny, I mean it when I say you're the best thing that ever happened to me," he tells me. We both felt tired and headed to bed a little earlier than usual. "Aw, you're the best thing that ever happened to me to Dyl. I am glad I moved here," I tell him.
And that is the end of another one shot. I hope you enjoyed. Let me know what you think and see ya next time. Also I decided to make Danny Welsh because I thought why the heck not? You can make amazing things with a little bit of creativity.
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