#derek warner by erosims
TW: Cursing
C: Why am I not surprised?
D:What? I thought you might be lonely!
C: Yes, me and the lady robot are going to fit on your tiny fucking sofa.
D:Ah, so you understand the activities!
C:She’s going in your room.
D:Alright alright!
Derek was cackling. Not that I could blame him. The knot in my chest eased slightly at how quickly he went from compassion to giving me shit. He didn’t show me pity, didn’t make me feel broken.
Even if I wasn’t laughing, something clicked. Moving across the fucking world was worth it.
CHAPTER 3 COMING IN MAY!
TW: Depression, cursing
I sat on the plane. Fuck I hated planes. Not so luckily Isla’s words served as a distraction for the usual nerves I felt in a plane. A long ass flight to get my fucked up thoughts in line. But I got what I wanted in the divorce: no alimony, she got full custody, I got a clean break.
No more tears.
No more love.
Everyone can stay an arm’s length away.
This is a reset.
America is fucking massive.
D:How’s my favorite bassist?
Derek pulled me from staring at skyscrapers.
C:Fucking exhausted but here.
D:Understandable.
D:First thing’s first, let’s get food. You’re probably starved from airplane food and I know a place nearby. I’ll buy. I enjoy flirting with the waitresses there.
Derek’s tone was constantly joking. It made him hard to dislike. Had I been in a better mood I may have laughed at him.
C:I’ll pay you back.
D:Not with cash you won’t. I need a song. Besides you’re probably broke from all the bullshit.
C:I wish you were wrong… But playing for you seems a fair trade.
D:Thought so… Whenever you want to talk, I’m here for you. You can tell me everything if you want or we can pretend it never happened.
C:Thanks… I appreciate it mate.
