☾Phoenix Shroxshire

4th and last show at the Marquee in downtown London, plus after party at the hotel's ballroom.

~ not a very Phoenix outfit but there's not much I can do about it.

Truth be told, I never intended to screw over my best friend’s relationship or whatsoever... but you know when you are so f*cked over that you have nothing else to ruin so you go around interfering in other people’s lives even if it’s not 100% intentional and even though you might have a certain dislike for someone but you wouldn’t harm them?

Did that even make sense.

"I do not want to see my friend sad. Again. Because of you." I spoke, true to Judas’ best interests. It didn’t work, though.

"For your information, Phoenix, Judas and I have been wonderful recently. There is /no/ reason for her to be sad." Johnny spat, poor little boy, had I hurt his feelings?

"She was when she left. I'm not talking about /now/, for your information."

"Well I made a mistake. We all make those, right?"

The door opened slowly, cutting me off and making me lose my train of thought. I was pretty much done, anyway. You know when you have a bad day and you attack the first person you see? It was one of those days.
“Uh… hey?” Juda’s voice came out soft and rather awkward. I turned around to face her only to see she was with a companion. I raised an eyebrow.


“What’s going on guys?” Slash questioned, taking a long sip from a beer he had just found.

“You tell me,” Johnny spat. I guess my mood can be quite contagious.

 “Oh come on Slash, we’ve ought to go anyway. Didn’t you say there was something you wanted to show me at the sodding bar?” I said, dragging Slash with me towards the door, taking the beer from his hand and downing it in just one gulp, slamming the door behind me.

“What was that about?”


“Phoenix...” he insisted. 

“It was nothing, okay?”


I froze when I heard those six words coming out of his mouth. Cheating? What? I raised an eyebrow as he let go a nervous, quick laugh. A cover up to what he had just said.

“Excuse me? Cheating? What are you even talking about?!” I asked, somewhat confused. He was the one who shagged a girl on Duff’s bed less than three days ago and I had come to terms with the fact I mean nothing to him. 

“I don’t know” he replied, particularly honest. I looked up to him - I am tall but he is even taller. “What?”

“I’m a horrible friend and I deserve to die. For a day, at least.” I blurted out, without even meaning to, as I started walking towards the bar.

“Keep going... Phoenix admitting she is bad, that’s a new one!” he joked, but he only got a death glare with that.

“So I kind of wanted to make things right and let Johnny know how much he screwed up before Judas left and I just screwed it because I don’t even like Johnny in the first place!” I admitting, throwing my arms into the air and then crossing them in front of my chest. “This is ridiculous.”

“I don’t get why you would go talk to Johnny, I mean-”

“BECAUSE- I don’t know why. I’m losing control over everything and I don’t like it. I don’t like being here, it’s consuming me. It’s bollocks.”

“You are acting like an 80 years old depressed lady, you know that, right?” he joked again, this time I laughed a little as I sat on the bar leather stool, moving my legs back and forth. 

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Rehearsing? With the guys? Getting drunk? Getting high? Shagging someone?” I asked, with no interest at all.

“I do have somewhere to be. Here.”
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