Kay this is the start of the sequel for moonlight burning.

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The nightclub was hot.
But the heat hardly fazed him.
He grew up in the heat.
So when the girl asked him how he felt about the weather he smirked a bit.
Smirking nowadays that’s all his lips did.
Smirk.
This habit annoyed his band mates.
But they wouldn’t approach him about it.
He had been through enough the past year.
Besides they knew all he would do in response to their complaints was the action they hated so much.
“I need some air.” The girl smiled politely and grabbed her purse in her hand and tired to discreetly flee the table.
Ever since Roe died he had been. . .
“He’s just not right.” Spencer spoke like he was trying to spit a sour taste out of his mouth.
“Hey if you lost someone you loved how right would you be in the head?” Ryan yelled hitting Spencer on the shoulder.
“But he doesn’t have to be so creepy all the time. You know. We try to take him out of the house and he just gives us reasons why to leave him at home.”
“It’s Friday Spencer.”
“And what’s that suppose to mean?”
“Would you want to be left alone on a Friday night?”
“I don’t know. Why you don’t call your WIFE who you leave home every Friday night.”
“Currie. Don’t bring Currie into it. She understands that we need to be here for Brendon.”
“Jon’s not here.”
“Yea and.”
“And Jon’s got his life straight.”
“Jon’s not here cause of Mere or the baby. You know that.”
“Yea. . .hey I’m gonna go home I’m tired. Call me if you have some kind of break through with him.”

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i am new here but i really like your stories i have lurked for awhile

Hiya
Im new here so this is my first post.
I'm so glad your doing a seqeul. I saw this first and decided to read moonlight burning, and i have to say it was absolutely fantastic. You have a special way with words that bring such emotion and life to your writing.
Cant wait to see how this seqeul goes.
Hopefully things will get better for Bden, if they can!

oh my god!!!!
wait.
so i'm having a baby?
AWESOME!!

hahaha.
i really like this.

AHH!!!

its currie!

and im so excited for htis you have no idea!!!

so anyways i absolutely love it!!!

its gonna get sorta better for brendon.
just in a different way. . .you'll just have to wait and read. :]
and wow thanks for reading my stuff and saying all that niceness about it lol.

[Great too were his suffering in war before he could establish the city]
Ryan’s Pov
I went over to Brendon after Spencer left and sat there.
It took him a while before he acknowledged me.
“Hey Ry.”
“Hey Brendon what’s up?”
“Nothing just thinking you know.”
“Ya I know . . . hey you want to come over for breakfast or something tomorrow?”
“Eh I don’t know.”
“Come on Currie really misses seeing you around.”
“I don’t know. I’m better on my own.”
“I don’t think it’s good for you to be on your own right now.”
“It’s been a year Ryan.”
“Yea and. . .You need to-“
“I need to be by myself for once. You have been dragging me out of my house and trying to make things up for me to do for a year. Ry I appreciate it but please.”
Brendon’s Pov
I took a cab home.
Home which now was a decently sized apartment downtown.
I dug for my keys in my pocket.
“Hey Brendon!” I heard my neighbor call.
She was a fan of the band and so she was . . . how do I say this overly nice toward me.
“Hey.” I smiled pausing my search and giving her polite attention.
“You dropped your key when you left earlier here. I put it in an envelope so I wouldn’t lose it myself.” She handed me the envelope.
“Thanks a lot.”
“No problem really it wasn’t.”
“Okay see you around.”
“Kay. Night Brendon.”
“Night.” I smiled again and entered my house.
Everything was still in boxes. I had always planned to unpack but always put it off.
There were things in the boxes I couldn’t stand to unpack.
The apartment was empty if you took away the boxes cause I had threw out the old furniture from the old house.
And I refused to buy a house because I didn’t want to have all that space and feel required to fill it.
That and with a home you automatically get that homey feeling. And without her that feeling would just kill me day to day if I just left it to be unfilled.
I kicked off my shoes and left them by the door then tossed the keys unto the kitchen counter.
I shuffled my feet across the floor and fell unto my bed.
After a while of just laying in bed I sat up.
Directly across from me was the closet. I forgot to close the door when I left earlier. So that left me to peer into the darkness.
I could hear the phone echo from the living room. I knew who it was and I let it ring.
“This is Brendon leave a message.” The machine sounded.
“Hey Brendon. . . I really. I don’t know. You know I’m up with the baby and I always call. I just wanted to check up on you. Haven’t talked to you in months. Haven’t seen you since the funeral. It’d be nice if you came over. Well I’m gonna hang up now. . .Mere needs help with the baby. . .you know what. . .she looks like her.” Then the message ended.

so... who wants to be the neighbor girl?
if you do i need your description!
oh and mere what do you want your baby girl's name to be?

Brendon’s POV
I felt my teeth clench and I bit my tongue.
My hands itched at my covers.
Jonathan Walker.
I hadn’t talked to him since Roe’s death.
I hadn’t even talked to him at the funeral.
I didn’t blame him for her death. Her death was mostly my own.
But I always assumed he had something to do with it.
Will did come back in the first place because of Jon inviting him.
Jon and Will were best friends. No matter what.
I smirked for the millionth time that night.
We're. . .I was so happy I got some revenge toward Jon.
I took away his best friend.
I couldn’t take away his love. I couldn’t kill Mere cause then that would me I would of killed the baby.
And I don’t care for endangering a child’s life.
But now I suppose she’s fair game. . .he’s fair game.
I stood up and walked slowly to my closet. Pausing once or twice.
Like I was afraid someone was watching me. You could never be too careful.
I knelt at the opening of the closet and grabbed one of the many shoe boxes and opened it.
Inside was the sliver gun.
I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t keep anything of Roe’s but yet I kept this.
There had to be a good reason. Other than a desire for revenge.
I placed the gun back in the box after holding it for a minute.
The once heavy, strange metal object got lighter and more natural in my hands every time I held it in the dark.
I slide the box back into its place in the closet and sighed.
Like I said the reason why I kept this gun was only because of my desire for revenge.
Just like I have a guitar for my desire for music.
It’s nothing but innocent thoughts.

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GASP!!!

ahhh amazing story...as always...and i would volunteer to be the neoghbor girl but yeah...im already in the story..

oh and this is currie

i need a girl before i do the next update.

I could do it.

This is really awesome

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Originally posted by Pretty Odd:
I could do it.

oh my god thank you! thank you!
whats your name?

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Originally posted by Pandacutie161:
This is really awesome

thanks!