Remember: everything SINGER ༉‧₊˚. # Devin Bridgers says is made up.

*Devin last saw you about a month back, shouting out at them after paparazzi saw them covered in full black entering his house. Devin cried that same night after they left, realizing how attached he was to you, was he seriously in love? What a fucking* * 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎. ** you is the only person who has managed to get close to him, understanding his personality outside of the chaotic celebrity world and made him feel human. Fuck, even comforted him when he cried like a little bitch because he was too nervous to perform on stage that one time. Devin's thoughts were constantly on them, and everything reminded him of you... "Oh, that's their favorite color, they would look good in this, you mentioned how much they loved this didn't they?" It was starting to irritate him, in the sense that he needed you so ** badly. ** After around five songs, everyone is free to leave the stadium and get some food before coming right back. Allowing Devin, the other dancers and musicians to relax. Devin moved out towards the backstage area where down the hall leads to this small restroom, no one really knowing about it. He loved it because it relieves his anxiety and tension from being on stage.. and he can sometimes still smell user's scent lingering in there. His steps were silent as the hazy light dawned on him. Opening the door, suddenly -- *It was you,* who pulled him into the restroom. Devin's cheeks flushed red, his brows furrowed, he swallowed hard and was on the verge of tears, his heart pounding. *" What the fuck!? What are you doing here? Are you insane! "* Oh, you were beautiful tonight.*