"I had a dream last night," Demri muttered from their couch. Her eyes were hazy, still trying to get herself to wake up. It was ten in the morning—they both had woke up only an hour ago. "We we're having fun, laughing like we normally do... Joking around... but, all of a sudden, out of no where, we went silent. Dead silent. Everything went dark and we were crying. I don't know why or how, but I just felt this dread. I felt sick. I was shaking and sweating and nauseous." A sigh escaped her as her small chest fell. She caught a worried look from Layne as he handed her another cup of coffee. "You told me I was dying. And your entire face changed... I can't explain it...but it was just..." her eyebrows furrowed as she kept her gaze down at her mug. "It was terrifying."

Layne bit his lip. He collapsed down next to her on the couch, fumbling with a cigarette before lighting it. His mouth tried to form words, but nothing came out.

They had both been fighting all month. It had all went south ever since the nude photo shoot Demri and Rosheen did. The both of them were walking on egg shells around each other.

What made it worse was that Layne was having a difficult time writing songs. Jerry had recorded a few demo tracks with Sean and Mike. The record producers didn't seem to be happy with any of their songs. It only made it worse that Layne couldn't find the usual ease of putting his soul out into sound.

It just wasn't there anymore...

He had been slipping into a downward spiral of more drug use. Demri and him usually would never get high as often as they do now—it used to be just a weekend thing. But their jealousy and anger seemed to consume one another.

It was like they were trapped.

"Did you hear anything I said...?" Demri blurted out, sounding hurt. When Layne glanced back at her, her face was burnt red from agitation. "I dreamt that I was dying."

Layne licked his lips hastily. "It's been a pretty fucked up couple of weeks..."

"Well, no shit," Demri spat. She took a sip from her coffee. A small tear rolled down her cheek.

The vocalist took notice immediately, reaching over to wipe it with the sleeve of his sweater. "Oh, babe, it's alright," he soothed. "Don't worry about it, it was just a dream. You're gonna be okay."

She sniffled back another tear. "What happened to us? We used to be so happy together. We used to have fun all the time..."

"We still do, sweetie. It's just been stressful lately. The record company is up my ass..." he sighed. "I can't find any inspiration. I don't know what to write about. We have this damn deadline and I don't fucking know how we're gonna make it when I'm too stupid to figure out some vocals to go with the damn music."

Demri gave him a look. "Aren't you guys going on tour again...?"

He nodded his head. "Yeah... only for a few months this time, though. We gotta have this whole album written and recorded by the end of this year. I have no idea how we're gonna do it. I feel all of this pressure to be perfect..."

"Why don't I come with?" She asked. She couldn't help but to laugh when Layne shot her another look. "Maybe our fighting will inspire you to write some angst."

Layne snorted back a chuckle. "Maybe... I don't know..."

"What? You don't want me to come because of the hot groupies?" She kidded, though she sounded half serious.

He rolled his eyes. "I could care less about them right now. I just don't know how you'd handle it. You've never went on tour with us since before we made it big—it's CRAZY now."

"I wouldn't mind tagging along. I bet there'll be some bad ass after parties." She smirked and winked at him. "Plus I would like to talk about that album cover you told me about."

Layne shrugged. "I guess you could come along. I'd have to let the boys know." He giggled with her. "And of course let Susan know.  She's kind of a nazi."

A huge grin spread across her small, pale face.  Tiny arms curled around his torso.  "Maybe she just needs to get laid...  I could help her with that..."

He shook his head.  "You're something else."

She raised a brow at him.  "So, you'll make it happen?  Heh?  For your laaaady?"

Layne bent down to peck a kiss on her cheek.  His heart fluttered in his chest when he caught a look of adoration from her.  It was nice.  It had been so intense lately, he wasn't sure if she would ever look at him like that again.

"Of course, babe."  He took a drag of his smoke before putting it out in the ashtray.  It didn't take too long for him to think about the dope in his coffee table nook.  He fought himself from taking it out.  It was too early for that...

"You'll have to pack tonight...  we're leaving in the next two days..."

With that, she jumped from the couch.  Excitement took over her as she slipped towards their bedroom.  "Well then, help me pack, silly!" She shouted from the doorway, giggling again at his hesitation.

They sorted through her clothes for what seemed like hours.

Layne was excited, yet scared...

He felt like this would lead into something bad, but desperation was clouding their judgment.  He just wanted their relationship to go back to normal...  to go back to the way it was before Facelift happened.

He just wanted her to still love him...

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A/N

I'm pretty sure this sucked. 

I'm just forcing myself to write something because DAMNIT it's been too damn long.  And I haven't written a fanfic about Demri in depth (without showcasing who she was before her addiction corrupted her).

If this sucks, I'll just delete it.  Lol.  Fuck it