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Sing The Sorrow	By : Belah Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > AFI Views: 1655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of AFI. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Sing The Sorrow
Author: Belah
Pairing: Davey/Jade, Davey/Mark, Davey/others…
Rating: NC-17 at it’s worst.
Length: 3 pages.
Summary: Nothing from nowhere, I’m no one at all.
Disclaimer: I do not know, own or have any affiliation with the members of AFI. They are merely, a physical base for the characters that I create in my stories and I mean no slanderous or hurtful intentions towards them. This fiction is but that, fiction. It is a mere reflection of images produced by my mind.
Note: This fiction will be a telling of Mr Havok’s life according to the songs from their last album, Sing The Sorrow. This is simply my mind’s interpretation of his songs into his life, it is by no means a reality but only what the songs inspire inside me.
Dedication: To AFI, whom I’m sure will never read this and Syn, both of whom have inspired me beyond words.
Special ThankYou: To ChelleandJess for filling me in on Nick’s last name. Our little Nickaholics.

Chapter One: Miseria Cantare (The Beginning)

David Pessaro was two when his biological father died, leaving his mother alone to care for their only son. Knowing she could not do it alone, she moved with her son into her parent’s home. It was during that time that she met the man that David would call father. Her husband adopted David as his own and David’s last name was changed to Marchand.

A few years later, David found his mother’s stomach large and with child. His brother Mikey was born. Nearly ten years apart in age Davey took the role of ‘older brother’ to heart, watching over him as he slept and helping his mother when needed. His father could not have been prouder of Davey in both his home and school life if the child had truly been his own. And in most respects, he was. Davey knew it wasn’t his ‘real’ father, but it didn’t keep him from calling, Paul, Daddy or running to him when he had problems. He was more a father than many kids were graced with. He had two kind loving and supporting parents that did what they could to make their children’s lives a happy one.

Davey got good grades and outside of the occasional missed homework, was never in trouble throughout his childhood and early high school years. So, like most parents, they assumed everything was okay in their child’s life. And like most cliché’s it was anything but. He wasn’t really an outcast, but rather had a limited number of friends, four to be exact.

Adam Carson had been his oldest and dearest friend. The Carson’s had moved in next to the Marchand’s the year Mikey had been born. Wanting their children to socialize, Mrs. Carson and Mrs. Marchand often arranged play dates for the boys. As they grew older the two seemed near inseparable. Needless to say, both mothers were rather pleased. Though Adam, Davey met Geoff Kresge. An all around ‘punk,’ the boys instantly clicked. There was of course the Psychobilly Nick Kearney, who would only answer to Nick 13, and lastly Mark Stopholese. Each boy had their similar interests and other’s their differences but in the end they were all friends.

One day at lunch, Adam got the bright idea of starting a band. While none of the boys knew how to play an instrument, that didn’t stop them. Adam learned drums, while Geoff learned bass and Mark played guitar. Davey, with his unique voice took on the role of vocalist. Only Nick sat out on the project, deciding on a different style of music for a band all his own. Aptly named A Fire Inside, Davey’s lyrics encompassed the passion of teenage youth and anger and spit them into fast paced punk tunes loved by the local kids in Ukiah.

The band grew over the years and eventually the released their first album. Davey was happy for one of the first time’s he could actually remember…

“Mark!” Davey practically squealed, waving around a sealed CD in his hand. “Look!” The teen’s tiny frame collided with Mark’s, knocking the older boy backwards to the floor with a laugh.

“What are you so excited about?” asked the boy, his arms having wrapped around his friend.

Davey’s brown eyes gleamed with pride. “It’s our CD! Answer That And Stay Fashionable! The stores are starting to carry it now.”

It didn’t take long for the news to sink in as Mark’s lips curled in a smile and he began to laugh, hugging his friend ever so tightly. “Are you kidding?”

“No, it’s fucking amazing, we’ve gotta call Adam and the guys.”

But later the two decided, both content on laughing and enjoying their newfound success. It was dinner time when Davey dialed the number to his friends home, listening to it ring.

“’Ello?” came the voice from the phone.

Davey grinned, “Guess what I just bought Addy?”

“Dave, hey, what?” he said softly, he could be heard chewing.

“Answer That.”

Adam nearly choked on his meal, coughing as he muffled a ‘what?’ into the phone. “Our CD, isn’t it great!?”

The excited tone was back in Davey’s voice once more. Mark was seated at Davey’s feet, watching as he spoke on the phone. The boy’s eyes held a vast wonder for his friend. Though to any onlooker, it was bound to grow into much more. He looked on and listened absently, laying his head against the younger boys legs, absently looking over to the television while he was occupied.

Before Davey’d called their friend, Adam, they’d arranged between their parents for Mark to spend the night. David’s mother noticed over the recent months that Adam spent less and less time and Mark was spending more and more. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, though all three boys seemed quite close. And to be honest, she didn’t care because her little boy had been happier since he’d known them all than she could remember him being in so long. That alone earned the boys a special place in her heart and home.

“Addy says hi.” Stirred from his thoughts Mark turned his head to look up at the younger boy, smiling. The pale skin and dark hair brought a smile to his face; he could still remember the first day they’d met.

Mark’d been over Adam’s house, studying for a big biology test. Davey’d come knocking shortly after he’d arrived and when he’d seen the boy, Mark could have sworn his heart stopped. His eyes locked on the vast expanse of near white skin that spilled out from underneath dark shirts and tight jeans to the high cheekbones and stunning brown eyes. Jet black hair was closely cropped to his head with only the infamous spill of length hanging to the side to shape the Mohawk he wore so well. Davey was the epitome of beauty, he just hadn’t realized it then. Davey’d been fifteen then.

The two had hit it off wonderfully, laughing and going on and on about Robert Smith and other loved musicians. Adam had seemed to fade into the background while they chatted and giggled. He didn’t mind. He was happy to see Davey smile. Davey had a smile that could light up the room, it was intoxicatingly breathtaking. It was the type of smile that you couldn’t help but return.

He was nineteen now and only a few short days away from his twentieth birthday. Mark couldn’t believe it had been such a short amount of years they’d known each other. At times, he swore he’d known David his whole life. But when Adam and Davey would go into mini tirades about events from their childhood, he’d remember that it had been Adam he’d known longest. Not that he was jealous, for what was there to be jealous of? A friendship? Of course not, he had that with Davey as well.

The date was November 20th and everyone was silently waiting for Davey to come home from school. He’d started at UC Berkeley in the fall after taking a year off of school. During the experience, he’d had less time to devote to the band and things sort of dwindled down to a stop. While he still lived next door to Adam, he visited with his friend less and dove head first into his school work.

Adam had made arrangements with the Marchand’s to allow for a surprise party in David’s honor. He’d invited the rest of the members of the band along with other friends from their high school years such as Smith Puget. When Davey opened the door a warm shout of Happy Birthday filled his ears and brought a smile to his lips. Mark watched from the corner of the room, his eyes catching the soft crinkling of skin at the corner of Davey’s as his lips turned up in a radiant smile and he laughed. With in minutes music began to fill the room and everyone began to socialize with one another.
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