Whooaaaa, Mona Lisa. You're guaranteed to rock this town...

   Singing calmed my nerves. And Panic! At the Disco is a dope band that was worthy of my singing.

   I remembered how Daveed told me back in 2015 that I should audition for "Hamilton," and that I would make a great Angelica. But I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment. It was a fucking Broadway musical. That would take up so much time, and I wasn't that confident in my singing.

   I continued to sing "The Ballad of Mona Lisa" as I approached Daveed's house, nervous of how Jalene would react when Daveed told her the truth about me and him.

   I stood in front of his front door, the wind blowing through my (h/l) hair as I recited the final line of the song:

   There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for...

   And with that, I raised my fist and knocked on Daveed's door. 

   Daveed opened it after a minute. "Hey, (Y/N). Wh--" But he was cut off by seeing how awful I looked. He covered his mouth with his hands, blinking repeatedly.

   I responded to his alarm with a soft smile.

   Daveed was silent for a moment. Then, he whispered, "What the fuck happened to you..?"

   I didn't know the damage Luca had done at the time, but I could feel my left eye swelling a bit. "Is it that bad..?" I asked softly.

   Daveed nodded slowly. "You have bruises all over your face...and a black eye...Now tell me. What. The. Fuck. Happened?"

   I sighed. "I had Rafael come over, since I needed to vent to someone about this whole situation. And he said I should tell Luca about my feelings for you so that I could be with the one I wanted to be with. So when Rafa left, I told Luca, and he kicked me. Punched me. Called me a whore..."

   During my story, I started to get emotional. Tears began to fall down my face. "A-and...I was so scared...I shouldn't have told him, Dav...E-everything hurts..."

   Without hesitation, Daveed pulled me close to his chest in a comforting embrace.

   I buried my head in his chest, my tears soaking his shirt. He didn't seem to mind, though.

   Daveed began to stroke my hair, which soothed me a bit. I didn't know why I was so emotional all of a sudden, considering I was so calm a few minutes before. "Shh..," he cooed. "You're safe now...He's never gonna hurt you again, okay?"

   I nodded, not wanting to move. Daveed's embrace felt so nice...

   "(Y/N)? What happened? Are you okay?" came Jalene's voice.

   Daveed's muscles tensed; one of us was gonna have to explain this whole situation to Jalene. It was an odd feeling, his muscles tensing, since my body was essentially against his.

   I pulled apart, my bruised cheeks tear-stained. I looked up at Jalene, showing her the damage Luca did to my once beautiful (ha funny joke, (Y/N) ) face.

   Jalene gasped, concern swimming in her eyes. "Daveed, what happened to her?"

   I was a bit relieved that Jalene didn't ask me that question. Daveed was gonna have to do the heavy lifting on this one.

   Daveed sighed, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Uh...it's a long story..."

   "Tell me it! I want to know who did this to poor (Y/N)!"

   That was probably the only time it was inconvenient to have a caring person as a girlfriend.

   "Well, do you remember how we had (Y/N) and Luca over yesterday?" Daveed asked.

   Jalene nodded. I appreciated how she just listened and didn't make any wisecracks like Luca did.

   "And do you remember when you and Luca went to get drinks?"

   Another nod from Jalene.

   "Well...(Y/N) kissed me. But once she pulled apart, I leaned in for another one...and...we kissed again..."

   I have never seen more heartbreak in someone's eyes before. "Dav--?" Jalene began, but Daveed cut her off.

   "No, darling, there's more," he said. "When I drove (Y/N) home this morning, she asked why I had kissed her. But I switched the topic to her, asking why she had kissed me. She said that she loved me...and that she always had. She just didn't realize it until that day. Then she switched the topic back to me and repeated her question. And I told her the truth...which was...I loved--still do--her too. And that I realized it when I was dating you for about a month. And I said that ever since then, I thought that I would get more attached to you the further our relationship got. And it...it didn't work. And then we kissed again..."

   Daveed paused and looked up from his shoes that he'd been staring at through the entire schpeal and at Jalene.

   Tears were flowing freely from her eyes, and her eyes were glued to the ground.

   Daveed comtinued. "And (Y/N) confessed to Luca about ths situation and said that they should break up so that she could be with...me...and Luca started beating on her and calling her a whore and stuff like that. So...that's what happened to (Y/N)..."

   For a minute, I forgot where Daveed was going with the story. I thought that Daveed was gonna stop after he said "and then we kissed again."

   There was silence.

   "Jalene?" Daveed asked, reaching out to her.

   Jalene recoiled and began sobbing. "Luca was right! You are a whore, (Y/N)!" She looked over at Daveed, her eyes blazing with anger. "You both are! You could've said no, Daveed! But no. You're a man slut!"

   Jalene went inside for a minute and then came back out with her purse. "I'm going to Luca's..," she mumbled, getting inside her car and driving away.

   Me and Daveed glanced at each other. "Well, that went well," I said sarcastically.

   "Not the time, (Y/N)," Daveed said with a sigh.

   "Right. So, can I stay here for a while?" I asked.

   Daveed nodded. "Yeah. It's not like you have anywhere else to go."

   Daveed led me inside, shutting the door behind us. He then sat down on his couch, running a hand through his wild curls. He exhaled, shaking his head to himself.

   I knew the reason for his behavior. He felt awful for doing Jalene like that, and part of him still loved Jalene and missed her.

   I knew because I felt the exact same in that moment. I smiled softly amd sat next to Daveed. "I feel awful too, Dav..," I said, patting his shoulder awkwardly. "But at least we can be together now..."

   Daveed was silent.

   "You...are happy that we get to be together, right?" I asked, because a relatively big part of me was happy for that reason.

   Daveed nodded. "O-of course...I just...I still love Jalene...and...I feel so bad about doing this to her..." He looked at me, and I could see tears in his eyes. "But I love you more than her...more than anything...and I feel bad for dwelling on her..."

   Tears began to fall from Daveed's eyes. "I just...I feel so many emotions..."

   I sighed, tears starting to fill my eyes as well. "Me too, Daveed. But...we'll get through this together, all right?"

   Daveed nodded, more tears falling from his eyes.

   Not knowing if that was what Daveed needed in that moment, I cupped his face in both my hands, smiling softly at how adorable he looked when he was crying. I then softly pressed my lips to his, hoping that that kiss would provide him comfort and the promise that I would always be there for him.

   Daveed kissed back without hesitation, and his kiss was filled with love, passion, and a little bit of desperation. Not to keep kissing me, but to have someone to help him get through this difficult time.

   I pulled Daveed closer to me, resting my hands on his chest. He wrapped his hands around my waist and began rubbing comforting circles along it.

   I pulled apart, because oxygen is a thing. I panted quietly, Daveed doing the same.

   "I'll always be here for you, okay?" I whispered to Daveed.

   Daveed nodded, and he leaned in for another kiss, to which I gladly obliged.

   I knew that no matter what life threw at Daveed and I, we'd get through it.

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