The Real Reason behind the Fights

by DariaM

She was watching me again, I could feel her eyes following my every move. I looked up briefly, a big mistake. Her eyes ensared me, caging me in their brillant depths. My breathing quickened and my hands slowed, throwing me behind the rest of the band.

"Since some of us can't keep up, I say we break for a while." Max, atleast I think it was Max, said.

"Umm, yea, whatever."

I turned my attention back to her, but she has already went upstairs. One by one we filed towards the stairs. I has just put my foot on the first stair when he blind-sided me. Soon we were rolling around on the floor trading punches.

"What's your problem Max?"

"Back off man, leave her alone." He screamed as he tried to land a solid punch on my face.

"What do you mean?"

"She's mine Nick. So back off." He threw another punch and soon had me pinned down, face to the floor.

"Dude, she likes me, you back off."

"Not until you say you'll leave Jane alone."

Suddenly I started laughing, which caught Max off gaurd, letting me squirm away.

"Jane, you think I was staring at Jane. I thought you were talking about Daria. Man you'll have to fight Jesse for Jane." I was still laughing when he caught me with a left hook.

"What's wrong with Jane?"

"Nothing man, if you go for the artsy type."

"Better her than a book worm."

I took a swing but missed. I was laying on the ground and had just moved out of the way of another punch when I heard her voice.



"Shouldn't we stop them?" I looked up and seen her, Jane, Trent and Jesse standing at the top of the stairs watching Max and I pummel each other.

"Nah, it's cool Daria. They're just haveing another creative difference." Trents' laughter was cut off by a series of coughs.

"Yeah Daria, it's the third one this week. Pizza?"

"Sure."

And then she was gone, leave us alone to finish our fight. It barely registered that Trent and Jesse had gone with them as I let out a primal scream and lit back into Max. Soon our fight had resumed and we lost track of the time, beating on one another until we were to tired to go on. Max was knocked out cold on the floor when I started to drag myself to the couch near the steps. I had just found a comfortable position and closed my eyes when I heard someone creeping down the stairs. I opened one eye and seen her. She was walking towards me, a small smile on her lips. I closed my eye as she got closer.

Soon I felt a blanket being pulled over me, gently as if she didn't want to wake me. She sighed, a soft and gentle sound, the warm air of her breath on my cheek as she ran a hand through my hair. Then I heard her walk away, but she didn't go to far before I heard her turn around and walk back to me. Then, and then I felt her cool lips against mine. Whiper soft and tasting faintly of pizza sauce. She sighed again and left.

I opened my eyes and watched her leave, her hair swaying slightly with every step she took. I sighed and closed my eyes, letting thoughts I had no business thinking run through my mind. I fell asleep, unaware that another band mate had witnessed my private moment. The sound of the slamming basement door and screetching tires never registered, neigher did the sound of another person creeping down the basement stairs to check on Max. All I heard was her sweet voice whispering quietly in my ear.

The End.

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Thanks for reading my first fic. please review and let me know what you think. I would ask you to be gentle as this is my first fic, but you hear that all the tyme. If you have flames or it, send 'em, gotta keep warm some how. Anyways I don't know what really made me write this. All comments, death threats, and helpful hints are welcome



- DariaM