I'm back! So, it's almost the new year, and I'm procrastinating, so I decided to keep my promise (for once) and rewrite this story! I have a lot of ideas, homework, and better grammar skills! So, this time, the writing may actually make sense. Also, I've been writing another story on AO3 called Getting Better Starts With a Piece of Cake! Go check it out, it's MCR. Because I love MCR. Anyways, here's the same old first chapter, but I'll post another rewritten one today!
Tris and Tobias were childhood besties. When he moves away, they are both heartbroken. 11 years later, they are both accomplished musicians, fighting each other (without knowing it) to get to the top. They meet at NEC, a strangely familiar feeling emerging between the two.
Alright, sorry about the whole text issue, here is the new update!
-JelloCello
Are you kidding me! This can't be happening right now! I don't have time for this. Think...think...think
Even if I got out of the car and ran, I wouldn't make it in time. Plus, with this huge deadweight on my back, I could barely even walk. Ugh. Traffic.
While I sat there, I thought back on how I even got into this situation.
It all started when I moved to- No. Before that.
Right. It all started around my fifth birthday. I had started lessons earlier that year and was having my first recital soon. I was so stressed, I could barely make out a sentence. Breath! I can't! My clothes were covered in an invisible layer of stress and panic. As my brother, Caleb, walked in, I relaxed. Next to his seat was a boy with dark blue eyes. Tobias. We were best friends since forever, and he gave me a thumbs up. Before I knew it, my turn was up and I had officially survived my first cello recital!
"Wow. That was really bad," said Tobias after the concert was over.
"Oh please. Why don't you try playing cello, then?"
"Why don't you try violin, hmm?"
"Hey! You had two more years of training than I did! Plus, you had two more years of life."
"Alright," he held his hands up in surrender. "Case closed?"
He handed me a brownie with a bite taken out of it. I took it without hesitation.
"Case closed."
Two weeks after that concert, Tobias moved away. I never saw him since. Before he left, we made a small design on two pieces of stone. We had taken a stone and, somehow, broken it in two. The two pieces fit together perfectly. On them, we drew a flame inside of a circle. We called ourselves Dauntless. Just the two of us, partners in crime.
After he left, I vowed to myself that I would practice hard every day until I saw him again. When I would see him again, I didn't know. I just knew that I had to be better than him at one thing. He had always been the older, more mature version of me. He was better than me at everything. I wasn't jealous. In fact, I was motivated. But as I grew better, so did he. He was always just out of my reach. And as I watched him drive away in the taxi that was headed for the airport, he slipped farther and farther away.
