Chester 's Point of View:
Imagine being soaked by the rain, cold and alone, from being ditched by your best friend at three in the morning. Not only that, but having to hitch-hike, knowing the next car that pulls over could be anyone. For all I knew, a serial killer or worse could be waiting for me, a little too willing to give me a ride. Thankfully, that wasn 't the case when a kind woman stopped and asked if I needed a ride, who turned out to be a fan. She picked me up, knowing where I needed to go as she already had tickets, planning to attend the next show. As a thank you, I gifted her with two backstage passes, to which she wished me well and continued on.
Mike called me soon after I arrived, making me hesitant to answer, considering …show more content…
This habit gets pretty expensive."
"I know."
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"Chester! Oh my god!"
"M-mom?"
"My poor baby! Oh my- 911? Please, I need help! My son overdosed!"
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"Chester... Why did you do it?"
"I don 't want to live anymore."
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"Hey! Welcome to the band! I 'm Mike!"
"Hi, um... I 'm Chester."
"Don 't worry, we don 't bite."
"I-I 'm not worried about anything."
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"Chester, wake up," Mike 's voice called through the bus, his footsteps getting closer. Tears were pouring down my cheeks and I was choking on my sobs. Mike saw me and his eyes widened. He quickly approached me and wrapped me in his arms. "Chester? Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah," I stuttered, shivering horribly.
"Was it a nightmare?" He asked softly, causing my eyes to widen. His tone makes me think that he 's heard me having nightmares before.
"N-no," I lied, which wasn 't actually a complete lie. They were all memories, but my memories are my worst nightmares.
"Don 't lie to me, Chester. I know you have nightmares every night, I just didn 't know when to confront you about it."
"I-I...." He shook his head before confusing me further by pressing his lips against mine for the very first
Imagine being soaked by the rain, cold and alone, from being ditched by your best friend at three in the morning. Not only that, but having to hitch-hike, knowing the next car that pulls over could be anyone. For all I knew, a serial killer or worse could be waiting for me, a little too willing to give me a ride. Thankfully, that wasn 't the case when a kind woman stopped and asked if I needed a ride, who turned out to be a fan. She picked me up, knowing where I needed to go as she already had tickets, planning to attend the next show. As a thank you, I gifted her with two backstage passes, to which she wished me well and continued on.
Mike called me soon after I arrived, making me hesitant to answer, considering …show more content…
This habit gets pretty expensive."
"I know."
~
"Chester! Oh my god!"
"M-mom?"
"My poor baby! Oh my- 911? Please, I need help! My son overdosed!"
~
"Chester... Why did you do it?"
"I don 't want to live anymore."
~
"Hey! Welcome to the band! I 'm Mike!"
"Hi, um... I 'm Chester."
"Don 't worry, we don 't bite."
"I-I 'm not worried about anything."
~
"Chester, wake up," Mike 's voice called through the bus, his footsteps getting closer. Tears were pouring down my cheeks and I was choking on my sobs. Mike saw me and his eyes widened. He quickly approached me and wrapped me in his arms. "Chester? Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah," I stuttered, shivering horribly.
"Was it a nightmare?" He asked softly, causing my eyes to widen. His tone makes me think that he 's heard me having nightmares before.
"N-no," I lied, which wasn 't actually a complete lie. They were all memories, but my memories are my worst nightmares.
"Don 't lie to me, Chester. I know you have nightmares every night, I just didn 't know when to confront you about it."
"I-I...." He shook his head before confusing me further by pressing his lips against mine for the very first