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Eden started fingerpicking the guitar to the tune of Pale Blue Eyes by The Velvet Underground and started singing along to the rhythm. Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby, you just Make me mad Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes Eden was singing with her eyes closed, but she could sense that everyone was looking at her. Thought of you as my mountain top Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had but couldn't keep I've had but couldn't keep Linger on Your pale blue eyes

Four years, no calls Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar, and I-I-I can't stop No, I-I-I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older You look as good as the day I met you I forget just why I left you, I was insane Stay and play that Blink-182 song That we beat to death in Tucson, okay I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car, and Four years, no call Now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar, and I

He said, pointing to me as the next lyrics came up, I knew them and flew into the car as I finished the line. "I'M THE VENGEFUL ONE!" I screamed, and we continued singing as we made our way through hell towards the second portal I had made, that would drop us off in San Antonio. We stepped out and pulled our Bandanas on, not feeling like being recognized by the cops, and headed towards the bar we used to go to when we lived here, "La barra del inframundo". Green Day was playing as we entered, and sat at the bar, ordering Lucifer's brew for both of us.

There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you If there is a morning to come I wish I could hear you again, hear you I can only see your smile Stay in the room There is no one like you Be who they are You are the sun in the rainy season And on my cloudy morning There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no one like you Be who they are Just like Rolling in the Deep, Sila ended quickly, Annie who’s about to dance doesn’t come out also so we went s

And it gave me the strength I needed to win the battle. My throat burns. Alejandro quietly connects his phone to the car speakers. A moment later, the music fills the car. Soft at first. Then the lyrics hit. Get out your guns, battles begun, are you a saint or a sinner … It’s his voice. Damion’s. Singing. It makes it personal. At least I’ve learned through this whole experience that you never know who’s the saint and who’s the sinner … some devils hide their horns, like Ren and Lucinda, and some angels hide their wings, like Damion. And the other San Francisco Boys.

Still hyped up, Daisy stood and put her phone in her pocket. “Wow! That was awesome! Come! We’re supposed to wait downstairs for Lennon to come and get us. Since this last encore was an impromptu performance, they’re heading straight out.” Excited to see Lennon, Everly smiled. “Perfect! I’m so ready to go.” But as they waited downstairs in the dim hallway, Daisy asked the question Everly had been dreading. “So… Uhm… Are we going back to San Diego tomorrow?” Everly pressed her lips together.

Hence, my little song. I turned to Diego, almost feeling sorry for the guy — almost being the operative word. Clucking my tongue against the roof of my mouth in three quick secessions, I said, "Do you know who I am Diego?" I shook my head, my loud laugh reverbing throughout the room as I ran the point of the switchblade over his bobbing Adam's apple. I reveled in the way sweat collected on his forehead, dripping down to his brow and hanging there — the same way he was hanging onto his very palpable fear, "Of course you know who I am. You'd be a fucking foolish man not to know me."

He has a smug look on his face, acting the perfect wingman to his best friend and Alpha. I shake my head at him and the brightest smile I’ve ever seen breaks across his face. “In your eyes, Cali The light, the heat (in your eyes) I am complete, Cali (in your eyes) I see the doorway (in your eyes) To a thousand churches, Cali (in your eyes) The resolution (in your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes)” Clint is singing the background ‘in your eyes’. His voice is about a thousand times better than Anders who sounds like he’s tone deaf.

Looking straight into her eyes, I finished the stanza by singing the last line and continued with the stanza that followed thereafter. Didn't think I'd turn around, and say * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * While I mouthed my message loud and care with the help of the next stanza, San’s eyes could no longer hold the watery pearls trapped between her lashes and the drops pattered down from both her eyes at the implicit rejection to her hope for forgiveness. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Caption: he’s lucky he’s hot Hashtag: #wanderwithblue #tonedefteddy #vanlifevibes #squadgoals #tylerthetourdog #loversandlosers Our final performance in San Diego is sold out. A low-ceiling venue strung with fairy lights, sweat clinging to my collarbones, Teddy’s fingers trailing down my spine every time I pass. We close with “Sunburned Hearts”, and he kisses me during the bridge. Right there on stage. No warning. Just heat and lips and the roar of the room breaking open around us. And then we’re back on the road—this time toward Phoenix, Arizona.