Till Death Do us Part - Chapter 1

Dahvie's P.O.V

God damn it. Why do I feel this way? Ever since Jayy had gotten a fucking boyfriend I've felt so sick, like my stomach is being stabbed by thousands of needles and my heart can't stop, throbbing. I mean, were only best friends right? It would be wrong to think of him anymore. I mean I'm Straight, so I can't have feelings for him like that, right? I can barely walk anymore, my arms are weak, and I feel like crying every second of the day, I mean I don't even see him anymore, except for concerts and the times where he is drunk up the ass, and comes home with his boyfriend. It hurts, it really does. I can't love him like that. Yeah, I know he's nice, romantic, caring, beautiful, sexy, and just plain fuckable. Wait what the fuck am I saying! I just don't know anymore. Why am I this sick, Sally says I have Jayy fever, but It can't be, I mean it's not even fucking real! I mean, I wouldn't be good to be with someone in the the band right? Why… I stood up from my bed, immediately getting sick to my stomach; I run over and threw up in the toilet. Flushing it down, but more came up… Fucking disgusting. Once I'm done, I sigh and walk out in my Boxers. I look at Sally as she is past out on the couch. I smile and walk over to Jayy's room; I open the door, and of course, he was gone. I just don't feel as close to him as I did before, I sighed walking back out, I sit at the table and think to myself, Sally wakes up, and walks over.
"You know what, I'm tired of seeing you like this! We're going to the mall!" She looks at me trying her hardest to cheer me up.
"Alright" I replied in a soft hazy tone.
"Go get your ass cleaned!"  She smirked and knocked me out of my chair, I fall onto the ground, and look back at her, I stand up and walk back into my room. I take off my boxers, as I turn the water on, and kept it scorching hot. I liked it hot; it helped me ease pain with more. It never made sense, but it worked. I always like showers; it allowed me to express my emotions and to see who I really am, behind all of the makeup and clothes. I walked in and gasped as the scorching hot water hit my head, but I got used to it quite fast, I washed down my body and my hair, and spent an hour in there, just thinking to myself. As soon as I doze off, Sally bangs on the door.
"Yo! Get your ass out! I'm not waiting all day!" She screamed, I jumped up and looked around, I look out to grab my towel, and I realize that I forgot one. I turn off the water. Fuck…
"Sally! Bring me a fucking towel!" I scream as she walks in with a towel.
"Here ya go, you fuck nut!" She laughs.
"Thanks!" I whisper. I dried of quickly and got dressed in my blue skinny jeans, and my black Blood On The Dance Floor shirt. Hey why not Advertise, I mean of course my fans would know who I am! I go over and straighten and tease up my hair, then I put on my make-up, I put on my slides and walk out of my room. I yawn and stretch, as I walk out to Sally, as I scare the shit out of her! She jumped up so high; I couldn't help but laugh my ass off, till I was on the ground. Sally looks at me, and smirks, she helps me up.
"Boy, be lucky I didn't have a knife in my hand, or your balls would be gone!" She laughs.
"Alright, you ready Sally?" I laughed and walked to the door; I walked out slowly and walked down the stairs. I walk to the car, as Sally followed behind me, my foot steps weak and shy, I walk slowly, keeping my head facing the ground. I step into the car, and look into my rear view mirror, as I see someone, but he looks familiar. Oh no, Jayy….