This is an old BVB one-shot I reworked into MIW. I wrote it years ago so it's not the best. A few people asked for Angeless, but for this one I'm going the suggestion creds to the first person; kye_monster

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I was shaking, quite a lot actually. You see, I dated this guy a few years ago when we were in a band together, and I broke it off because I thought there was something better out there. I was wrong; I was terribly wrong, because I do truly love him. Then he moved on, got married, and was happy, while I stayed a single working artist with just a dog child to come home to.

Recently he got a divorce, and I can't say I'm happy, because that would make me a horrible person. Buuuut... I wasn't the saddest person ever when I got the news. Yeah okay, I was a little happy. Now though, I'm nervous.

His name is Chris. Such a basic name, yet it fucks me up every time I hear it. He tours the world is this kickass band that terrorizes young children and makes girls pass out. They're kinda a big deal, and to think, I was once apart of that. I watched us grow from playing to like five people, to headlining huge tours like Warped. I'm still on good terms with everyone else, even though things didn't end well between Chris and I. Their guitarist Ricky is my best friend and begged me to come to the show, even though I didn't want to see Chris.

Now you probably understand why I'm nervous. Ricky asked me to show up early so he could see me before all the show chaos ensues. So, I was parking at the venue. It was about one, and their fan meet and greet won't even start for another two hours. This was the time Ricky asked me to come, but in hindsight, I should have realized that it meant I would be alone, in their dressing room, for two fucking hours. Save me, save me please.

I walked into the venue, seeing Korel. We never had much of a friendship but he was nice in greeting me. Korel told me where to find the guys. When he saw the hesitance in my face, he walked me there.

Ghost instantly attacked me. By 'attacked', I mean hugging the life out of me. He threw his arm around my shoulders, saying, "See, Vinny, I told you he's adorable." He laughed, then turned to hug me, "Hey! I haven't seen you in forever!"

I snickered, "I know! I know! I miss being able to see you guys everyday."

Ricky patiently waited for Ghost to calm down. Once he did and went back to doing his makeup, the little raccoon came up and hugged me. "Let me get you a drink." He said as he walked to the cooler.

"I'm not really thirsty or hungry or anything." I painfully admitted, seeing Chris was just out of the corner of my eye.

He kept getting ready and tried to ignore me. After what happened, I got kinda... scared out of him. It's in the past now though. I know he's changed.

"At least take a Pepsi or something?" Ricky sweetly asked, offering the can to me, "Please?"

I sighed and grabbed it from him, then looked around the room quickly, "Where's Ryan?"

"Him and Balz went out to the bus to grab the left over wings and pizza from the other night. They'll be back soon-ish, I think." A voice, I assumed the guy Ghost was talking to earlier, said, "I'm Vinny by the way."

He offered his hand, and I went to shake it and introduce myself, but I felt two arms tackle me, "Angelo!" Ryan happily greeted, "Dude, I've missed you!"

"Ryan... I... I can't b-breath..." I muttered.

"Oh, sorry." He smiled as he let go. "How have you been?"

"Good," I lied. "You?"

What was I going to say? Yeah, Ryan, I've been horribly lonely and went through a bunch of shitty relationships, pretty much gave up on life...

He looked at me as if he was taken off guard, but tried to act like it was nothing. "Um, I got some endorsements, the band has been doing pretty good, so I guess I'm good."

"Congrats, dude! That's amazing!" I grinned.

"Yeah... uh, you want some three day old pizza? You know, 'cause we're so fucking classy." Ryan joked as he moved to the box sitting on the table.

"Don't bother." Ricky interrupted, "I had to guilt him into taking a Pepsi."

Balz laughed as he reclined, "Same old Angelo."

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It was an awkward few hours of talking to everyone but Chris. I'm pretty sure he didn't even look at me once, the entire afternoon. They had to go do meet and greets, sound check, and all that jazz, so I got to wonder a bit and hang with Shelby, their merch girl.

The show was great, as always, but I could tell Chris was off tonight. He even messed up a verse in Sinematic, which is practically unheard of for him. He could be on his death bed, and he wouldn't screw that up. I'm very worried about him now, and patiently waited for him to get off stage. Ghost was first off, then Ricky. Ryan followed, smiling at me as he passed. I watched Vinny do his whole bit with throwing the drum sticks and playing around with the audience, then he came back, covered in sweat.

I grabbed his arm gently, and he turned around to look at me. "Where's Chris?"

"I think... he... he went off the other... wing." Vinny panted, "He didn't look... too well."

"Thanks." I replied, then practically ran through the whole backstage looking for him.

I eventually crashed into Ricky, who was still covered in sweat. He's always a sweetheart, almost like a brother to me, so I didn't mind.

"You look like you've seen a fucking ghost. What's wrong?" He asked.

"I, um, I can't find Chris, and he looked really sick. I'm worried about him." I admitted.

"I noticed that too." Ricky replied, "He went back to the hotel. I'm sharing a room with him, so why don't you give me a few minutes and I'll take you?"

I agreed and waited patiently for him to grab his stuff, then we headed to the hotel. The whole drive I was nervous. Chris could be in serious trouble. I mean, he did not look good on that stage. My poor ba- damn it! He's not mine anymore, but I always want him to be. I still catch myself referring to him as mine, when he's not.

Sometimes I feel like he never was. I'm starting to forget all the little things, like the way he smiles, the sound of his voice, the way he kisses me so gently. Those memories just feel so damn distant now. I would give anything just to relive one of them-

"Angelo, we're here!" Ricky said, pulling me back to reality. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah." I replied.

He looked at me warily, but I ignored it and just got out of the taxi. We walked up to the room in silence, and he told me to wait by the door while he checked on Chris, mostly to make sure he was decent. It's not like I haven't seen him nude before. Fuck, I still have the old polaroids of us messing around in a Kentucky hotel room. He barely had any clothes on in those because we spent the whole day showing each other how much we loved one another.

I sat down and waited for them to come out of the bedroom. Through these thin hotel walls, I could hear a lot. I heard talking, particularly the line "I don't want to see him because he broke my heart even worse than Sabrina."

Great, I should just leave. It's obvious he doesn't want to see me. I began to go for the door, but Ricky's voice stopped me. "Ange, don't leave! I know he said somethings that you might have heard, but I've been there before. He just needs to actually see your face, see your smile, and he'll come around."

I sighed as I turned to face him, "Ricky, he doesn't want me. He never did."

He got his frustrated look. I've come very accustom to that look. It meant he was stuck, but he wasn't about to give up. Finally he grinned at me and grabbed my wrist. Ricky unwillingly yanked me into the bedroom and shut the door. I am so going to fucking kill him for that one.

After getting my footing again, I looked up through my messy hair to see Chris just as shocked as me. We were both struck a little speechless, and it was pretty fucking awkward to say the least. I took a hard swallow, scared to look into his eyes. He had just gotten out of the shower and only had on jeans. I could see his beautiful tattoos that I ran my hands along so many sleepless nights.

I heard him take a deep breath, then in two seconds he came close to me; very, very close. I could feel his warm, spicy breath, then he... kissed me. I could taste the cinnamon gum on his lips, but I didn't care. Without even thinking, I kissed back.

Chris quickly pulled away, then got a little flustered, "I-I'm sorry. I just... I forgot what you felt like, and I had to remind myself, and... wait. Y-you... you kissed me back?"

"...I... I did. I did, I kissed you back and I liked it." I sharply admitted, then put my hands over my mouth in shock of what I just said.

His beautiful honey eyes went wide. Chris slowly took my hands off my face, and kissed me again. As he pulled away, I smiled, hearing the door open. We both turned our heads to see Ghost, Ryan, and Ricky standing in the doorway. The other two were whistling and joking while Ricky gave me that damn cunning smile of his.

"Told you." He mumbled, then started to push the others out of the room.

"What was that all about?" Chris asked, raising those perfectly drawn eyebrows.

"You don't wanna know." I giggled.

"You're right." He responded, "I don't, but I do know, I still love you, Ange."

I was taken off guard, then smiled. "I love you too."

Chris grinned ear to ear as he pulled me into a kiss again. This time he deepened the kiss by placing his hands on me, and making me finally feel complete again.