Higher Than Heaven

“You look happy.” CC tells Annabel after everything settled down. “I can honestly say this is the happiest I’ve seen you in about a year.”

“I’m extremely happy.” She laughs as she snuggles up against Draven, her drummer and boyfriend. “I feel like there is a weight lifted off my shoulders. Plus being out here is just amazing for our creativity and inspiration. We’ve got so many songs written.”

“Yea, even if we’re producing this ourselves this might be bigger than anything we’ve every done with Cut Throat Vixen.” Lizzy adds.

“You guys are producing this yourselves?” I question them.

“Yea, Hunter actually went to school for music production. He knows how to use everything and he loves the fact he can combine his two greatest loves.” Annabel laughs while Hunter nods.

“So how do you tie into this Draven?” I ask the dark hair guy. “How do you know these three?”

“They’ve performed in the pub my father owned a few times and we’ve become quite close.” He replies, his words dripping with a British accent. “Anna and I were talking through Skype and she mentioned she needed a drummer and--”

“You came running, cute.” I interrupt him.

“Andy, what the hell?” Annabel exclaims before jumping out of her seat. “We need to seriously talk.” Without notice, she grabs a hold of my bicep and pulls me onto my feet and out the door. “Ok fucking spill; what’s going on inside the fucked up head of yours!?”

“Nothing!” I yell back. “I was just talking to the guy, there is no crime in that.”

“No, you were being a dick to him!” She yells at me. “He did nothing to you so you have no fucking right to cruel to him.”

“He didn’t seem to notice it.” I point out.

“Yea but I did and I’m sure as shit the rest of the guys did.” She sighs. “We’ll never be able to act civil to each other and each others loved ones will we?”

“I can’t believe you moved on.” I admit in a mutter.

“We’ve been broken up for nearly 6 months, it’s about time I did move on.” She explains with a strained voice. She was holding back the sobs. “You hurt me more than any other guy did and it’s completely unhealthy for me to keep running back to you.”

“So you’re going to string along some hopeless guy?” I ask her. “Like that’s any healthier.”

“Draven’s a good guy, Andy.” She says, trying to reason with me; or maybe she’s trying to reason with herself. “We might actually have something real and I want to find out if we do. So I’m sorry that you’re not the only guy in my heart any more.” With that she shoves her hands into her pockets and walks back inside; leave me out there alone…

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