Authors note::

Im sorry guys. This one kinda sucks (in my opinion). I just really wanted to write something, so I forced myself to. Plus this chapter is important, it leads into the big plot that I'm planning for this fanfic.

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Layne took another hit from his bong. His eyes skimmed the ink drawing splayed below him on the carpet in his living room. He shifted a bit in the old, squeaky couch demri & him had gotten from a thrift store a while ago. A brow curled in dismay as he picked up the Bristol board containing the work. His hand lightly traced the portrait he had done of Demri.

It was mostly done in black ink. He made sure to do her face & hair justice, having her beautiful long dark hair flow over her pale shoulder. Around her, he had drawn blood red roses. It was simple, yet regal. He had hoped Demri would like it.

Those crystal blue eyes slid over to the clock on the wall above their tube TV. His thick eyebrows furrowed when he saw that it was already 10 o'clock at night. He didn't like it when Demri hung out with Rosheen this long. He knew they had a polyamorous relationship, but still, he couldn't seem to contain his jealousy. Apart of him wanted to have Demri all to himself, even though he has slept with groupies from time to time while on tour. It caused pain in his heart to think of the possibility that Rosheen was more of a priority to her than himself.

In the hopes of calming himself down, he decided to go into their night stand in their bedroom. Underneath, they had a locked cabinet. Where they kept their powder.

He unlocked it and pulled out their baggy. He knew it wasn't particularly socially acceptable to use opiates. Especially heroin. But him & Demri only did it on occasion. They weren't physically dependent on it, and they only smoked or sniffed. They promised each other to never mainline.

Because shooting up meant they really did have a problem.

He poured a good amount of the powder on a silver tray that they kept on the coffee table. He cut the lines with his old driver's license card, quickly snorting a bump with the halved straw they kept on the table.

To his surprise, the door to their apartment swung open. A huge grin creased his face, quickly getting up from the floral printed couch to wrap his long skinny arms around his partner. Taking in her presence, she still looked gorgeous. She had taken off her makeup. All she had on was left over mascara on her long eyelashes, yet she still looked amazing with her flawless complexion. A natural beauty.

"Oooo, you got the boy out, hey?" Demri asked, those doe eyes pouncing to the powder on the coffee table.

Layne nodded with a soft smile. He squeezed her dainty hand, walking her over to the table to do a couple bumps with her. Eventually they were feeling it, reaching up to itch a scratch on their noses.

Demri glanced at the ink drawing Layne had done. Her slanted hazy dope eyes glimmered brightly. She held it up and took in the portrait of her, a pleased little smile dawning her face.

"Aw, layne," she cooed when she turned to look at him. She giggled a bit when she noticed he was blushing. "This is so good! And so beautiful, oh my God..."

A bony hand reached out to run fingers through the dark strands of her hair. "Of course it is, babe..." he leaned in & kissed her lightly. His eyes met her's for a moment before speaking again. "My muse was already beautiful to begin with..."

Her cheeks burnt a rosy pink. Suddenly embarrassed, she quickly pulled her purse towards her. She unzipped it & pulled out her black portfolio, opening it to the new pages.

"These are some of the photos we took earlier," she told him when she handed it to him. She fidgeted with her hands a bit, her eyebrows curling with insecurity. "Do you like them...?"

Layne wrapped his arm around her skinny shoulders, glancing at the laminated pages. His face morphed from intrigue to jealousy when he noticed Rosheen & Demri were both naked. They were caressing one another in a photo, the other one Rosheen was holding her, out in what looked like a park.

"You guys both have some great perky titties," he joked. Though the tone of his voice was monotone, drenched with bitterness.

Demri shot him a look of hurt. "Are you still jealous?!"

Layne bit his lip. He folded her portfolio shut & gave it back to her. The raggedy ugly couch squeaked from the release of his weight. He tapped into the kitchen, mainly only to separate himself from her, and lit a smoke.

She rolled her chocolate eyes. "What the fuck, Layne? I told you that we wouldn't do anything unless you gave us permission!"

Layne took a long drag off his cigarette. His eyebrow raised accusingly. "That doesn't mean you guys aren't fooling around behind my back."

Demri jolted up from the couch. "It was your idea to have an open relationship! Not me!" She shouted, pointing her finger at him. "How come YOURE allowed to get butt hurt when I hang out with Rosheen, yet I'm not allowed to say ANYTHING when you're on tour & fucking a bunch of blonde haired blue eyed fake boobed bimbos!"

"You agreed to having a polyamorous relationship!" Layne barked back. He shot her another accusatory look, now pointing his finger at her. "Maybe because you're not over Rosheen!"

Demri rolled her eyes. "You're fucking nuts. You're acting like some fat bitch, jealous that I'm hanging out with my BEST FRIEND!"

"YOU HANG OUT WITH HER MORE THAN ME!!!" Layne screamed. A loud grunt grumbled from his chest, his face falling into his hands. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Sighing in defeat, he stomped over to the couch, it creaking loudly as his body plopped back down on it. He glared at the cut lines of h on their coffee table, shrugging his shoulders as he decided to do another one.

She sneered when Layne glared back over at her, planting her hands stubbornly on her hips. "I hang out with her because I've been friends with her for YEARS! She's the only friend I have that I can actually TALK TO!" Her blood boiled with rage. She needed to calm down. Those huge eyes slid down to eye the powder.

She tried to push layne out of his spot on the couch, grimacing when he wouldn't budge. "What the heck, let me get in on it!" She snapped, referring to the drugs. "I'm pissed off, I need to calm down from the fight you caused!"

"Fuck you, I bought this bag, not you," he growled. His eyebrows raised when he quickly came to a realization. "Wait, you NEVER pay for our shit! You can't even spare some cash for a fucking dime bag of reefer!"

Her face burnt a deep red, her face wrinkling in rage. "You know I have a limited income! That's why I'm fucking modeling with Rosheen! I need a portfolio in order to start somewhere!"

Layne forced a laugh. "Get over it, Demri. You're too short to model. Get a real job."

She now shook. Her chest fell, tears now rolling down her cheeks. A sob wretched from her throat. "Why would you say that?" She croaked. "Your own family told you to get a real job, that you wouldn't get anywhere with your music. Why would you say that to me? I thought you encouraged my modeling..." Hurt from his cruel words, she slunk into the bedroom & curled up on the bed.

Layne sighed, his body slumped over. He rubbed his temples, his eyes finally gone soft. "Goddamnit, why did I say that?" He muttered quietly to himself. "I'm such a dick..."

He forced himself up from the couch & slid into the bedroom. Hesitantly, he curled up next to her on the bed. He wrapped his arm around her tiny waist, lifting her head so he could rest his other arm under the pillow to spoon her. His pink lips pressed soft kisses along her long neck. He reached his hand up to wipe the tears from her face.

"I'm so sorry, Dem, I didn't mean that," he whispered into her ear. He licked his chapped lips, sighing as he watched her continue to cry. "I encourage you to model all the time... I think you could be a great model. There's short models out there. Like you said, Kate Moss is only 5'6". You could most definitely get out there, especially with commercial modeling..."

She sniffled, curling her small mouse hand around his huge one. She squeezed it, turning to look at him in the eye. "You really think so...?"

A soft smile played on his face. "Of course I do, babe," he muttered. His eyebrows raised, an idea coming to mind. "How about this, you could model for the next cover we need for our new album."

She grinned excitably wide, jumping up to sit on the bed. She pounced on him, making him laugh. "You really mean it?!?! You think they'll let me?!"

He winked at her. "I'll make it happen."

With that, they made out. They curled up next to each other, embracing one another. Even during fights, they still couldn't hate each other.

Their relationship was perfect...

...for now...

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A/N

I hope you guys liked it! It's been a while since I've written anything. I decided, fuck it, I'm just going to force myself to lol.

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ALSO YEEEES, I'm aware that Demri wasn't the model they used for their album cover 'Dirt'. Just using that as leverage for future drama 🤪