this is how i dissapear. [benny.]

[evan anthony marino]

evan wasn't exactly in a bad mood, but he wasn't in a particularly good mood either. he was going a bit crazy actually, mostly because he hadn't had a guitar in his hands for three days. as if he was being tested by the universe, it just so happened that he didn't have any of his three guitars. this. was. insane. evan lived for the guitar and he was going through some kind of musical detox. he broke his les paul's headstock, the b.c rich was in the shop, and other les paul was currently being used by his uncle for a week. it just so happens that evan had a lot of inspiration at this current time to. he felt tempted to go out and buy a new guitar, just so he'd have something to play for a few days. however, he knew this was insane, because he was saving up for a very lovely dean. no need to blow his money. it was just a few days.

a few days of pure agony. evan has a routine and this routine has kept him sane for many years now. go to school, suffer through that, go home, play guitar, be happy. it was simple really, throw in a coffee somewhere in that time period and evan was a set man. today, this would not be happening. to occupy his thoughts and prevent a serious mental breakdown, he decided to take a walk to the park. maybe write a little bit? anything to keep his mind from the fact that his three most precious items in life were not occupying his hands.

so evan found himself in the park, sitting on a bench by himself. it was quite lovely out and even he couldn't deny that. if he couldn't write music, he'd write lyrics and that was good enough for now. evan sat with his notebook on his lap, a pen in one hand, a coffee by his side, and a cigarette to his lips. every so often he'd look up and mumble some lyrics, testing them outloud. he was feeling slightly better. ever so slightly.

[benjamin tyler rune]

‘You’ll be my only, no need to worry, baby are you down down down down? Even if the sky is falling down?’
Songs like that were really too impossible to get out of Benny’s head, even listening to music he really enjoyed didn’t stop the lyrics from scrolling through his head and occasionally muttered out between his lips. He was over it and could no longer just sit in his room with music blasting in attempt to block out the annoying song by Jay Sean. He didn’t even bother to turn his speakers off when he exited the room and left it playing Move Along by the All American Rejects.

He didn’t know what he could entertain himself with; everybody he enjoyed hanging out with usually needed to be planned with ahead of time. Which reminded him, why was he of all people home on a Saturday afternoon? He didn’t know but it needed to be changed. On his way to the door he grabbed a red and white jacket, sliding that on and grabbing a football as well. He put his hand on the door knob and turned his head to look around for his Dad of who he eventually saw sitting on the couch. “Imma go, see ya.” He told him simply, walking out the door and down the streets.


He stopped and talked to several people on the way there, he was well known around for several different reasons, but he just chose to say he was very social. He met up with a friend on one of his teams and they both decided on going to the park to toss the ball around until it got boring and the other guy had to go.
“Last one dude, Amy’s waiting,” Benny’s friend announced, grinning in a way that told Ben he was going to throw it farther and harder than he had been the whole fifteen to twenty minutes that they had been tossing it around. It went far in a spiral, Ben ran for it, not paying attention to where he was going really. He wanted to catch the ball and that was the one thing on his mind, other than impressing his friend. He didn’t successfully do either of them. The ball landed on some bench and knocked some coffee over, right near a familiar figure. Ben kept jogging forward, not quite sure of who it was until coming around and seeing his face. He gave him a smug smirk, picking the ball up and sighing a little in his speech, “Poor ball.”

[evan anthony marino]

evan placed his notebook down next to his coffee, waiting to finish his cigarette. the lyrics were coming along quite nice and it felt good to have a bit of serenity. the trees, the clouds, the sun, the---football. wait, the football? out of nowhere a football came out of the sky and landed on evan's coffee, knocking it over and spilling it's liquids all over evan's notebook. the notebook that had all his songs in. evan looked around, trying to find the source of the football, but they walked right up to evan. benny. of course, benny. why wouldn't it be benny? couldn't evan have a somewhat nice day, without benny coming in to the picture. really no. when benny walked by to pick up his football, evan gave him the best death glare he could muster, not saying a word. after a few seconds of silence, evan started to lose his temper.

"that smirk isn't very attractive. are you proud of yourself?" evan asked, holding up his now soaked notebook filled with lyrics and other things.

evan heard laughter not too far away from him and looked over, realising that it must have been one of benny's friends. pathetic. evan looked at benny and then indicated over to benny's friend. "is that your boyfriend?" evan asked, with a fake smile. evan just wanted to hit a nerve.

[benjamin tyler rune]

ELECTRO

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“It only relieves me that you find something about me unattractive. Hope the rest is too.” Who was he to care about this guy’s opinion on his attraction? Evan wasn’t a chick, much less at all good looking, and he hated him just in general. Therefore to Benny, Evan’s opinions didn’t matter in the least. Benny raised an eyebrow; it was just a spiral notebook and he could easily get another one for five dollars or under. He obviously was unaware of what was in the notebook, but even if he did know, he would definitely still be laughing, probably even harder. He gave him a thumb up; this signaled that he was indeed proud of himself.

Before he knew it, the smug yet amused expression he held steadily on his face turned sour, eventually becoming a very flat expression in the end. “Oh? My boyfriend? I was about to ask you if he was your boyfriend, but even then… that’d be doing a bit too well.”Benny’s friend was about as good looking as Benny was, the nameless friend wasn’t gay as far as he knew, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t used him before. “Plus, he doesn’t date people who cry over a little stain on their note-books… it’s not very ‘attractive’ on a dude, you know.” Ben put the air quotes around attractive, using Evan’s own word against him.

THERAPY

Give it to me hard

This is {321 words} long, tagging {Evan} with the background music being P.S I Love You by The All American Rejects. Also! this was created by DONTBEANASS @ caution 2.0. if you steal she'll hurt you verbally. So don't.

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