Well this originally started as a writing prompt for "finish the sentence...blah blah" but i really liked it as a fanFICTION, so tell me what you think :)
That's what happens when you follow your heart, you find yourself standing back stage next to the boy you swore you were going to marry, watching the boy you're going to marry perform a song written about you.. The song ended and the crowd screamed in approval, Eric shook his hair and looked back at me with a toothy grin, but soon his face fell when he saw who was standing next to me. Noticing the tension Kennedy cleared his throat and moved a few steps away, "I didn't even realize," I mouthed to Eric once Kennedy wasn't paying attention. Eric shrugged, "It's alright," he called back and switched guitars. I could tell from his pale expression and shaky hands he still wasn't feeling good, but he wouldn't let me take him to a doctor until after tonight's show, he really didn't want to miss seeing and performing for the fans. Nick announced the next song would be Mr. Right and I prepared for my big entrance. The last night of tour was always prank night for the boys, but tonight we were pranking the audience, after the bridge I was going to come out and sing the rest of the song "Mrs. Right" style and I couldn't wait.
"You know, whatever happened between us, I don't want it to stop us from being friends," I heard I voice say behind me, I turned and saw Kennedy standing close again.
"I know Kennedy, we are friends," I assured him.
"Then how come every time we're even near each other, either you move or Eric gets upset?" he asked.
"He's not upset," I explained, "he's just…"
"Threatened?" Kennedy interrupted me.
The truth was Eric probably was threatened or nervous if Kennedy and I spent time together. I'd always have a special place in my heart for him, even if I was in love with Eric then, Kennedy would always be a part of who I was.
"I'm sorry Kennedy," I whispered, "I'm sorry that us being friends is going to be hard, but what happened between us was your decision not mine." I answered, not meaning to sound so harsh.
Kennedy's face fell, "I know," he stammered, "I know it's my fault but…I, I don't want to go through this again. I've gone through it in my head over and over again and no matter what I still don't have you."
I sighed, "Kennedy, I don't know what to tell you. Do you think I want to go through this again? No I don't, let's just let this go, just forget it." I heard Nick near the end of the bridge and prepared to run on stage. "See that's the thing," Kennedy began, "I can't forget you."
"Can always change your mind, and you, can't change mine…" I ran on stage and grabbed Nick's mike, "NO YOU CAN'T CHANGE MINE!" I sang as gasps from the crowd erupted, "It's Britta!" a girl in a red The Maine shirt. I kept singing the next chorus, "Maybe I'm your Mrs. Right baby," looking back at Eric I could see he was smiling. I winked at him and finished out the chorus, the crowd screamed and pushed closer to the stage in an attempt to catch something the guys would throw. A few girls caught picks and fought who they were actually throwing them too, I looked down to see if I had anything to throw, the microphone probably wasn't such a good idea so I hooked it back on the stand and walked over to Eric.
"That was amazing babe," he smiled and lifted his guitar strap. I giggled and kissed his cheek, he was burning up and I couldn't tell if it was from just being hot or if he was getting a fever.
"You feeling alright?" I asked, grabbing his hand. He pointed towards his throat, "it really hurts," he faintly whispered.
"Let's get you to the doctor alright, it might be something bad," I suggested as we walked back stage, Kennedy was nowhere to be found. Eric shook his head in agreement and we continued to the van where we'd locked up all our stuff. We knew we had to move quickly before outside would crowd with fans wanting hugs and autographs and Eric didn't want to get anyone else sick. I texted Nick we'd meet him back at The Maine's bus as soon as we got back from the hospital and hopped in my car. Eric got in the passenger seat and rested his head on the cool window, brushing my hand against his cheek I could tell this time that it was the fever, not the heat of the stage, that was burning up.
Following the "H" sings we found a hospital and entered through the outpatient entrance. The women at the reception desk looked surprised to see us, "good evening," she smiled. "Hello," I walked up to the counter, the hospital smell was nearly making me nauseas, soon I'd need a gurney. "My names Britta, this is my boyfriend Eric, he's really sick like he can't talk, I'm not sure what it is, but it's bad." I explained. The women typed or names in the computers, "I knew I recognized you," she began, "you're that singer right? Britta, and he's in that band, Moon something."
"A Rocket To The Moon," I laughed. Wondering how she knew who we were I reached for my wallet. "My daughter is really into music," she explained noticing my confused expression, "she always listens to your song in the car, oh what's it called? It's a name." Kennedy. That was my only song named after a name, I swallowed hard and hoped Eric wasn't paying attention. "Well my daughter is just going to be so jealous I got to meet you tonight, did you just come from the show? She's there." I shook my head, "yeah we tried to get here early so we'd still have time to see the fans." I lied, as soon as we were leaving here I wanted to shower and sleep, today was too much for me.
"Well you're all set," the women looked up at me and smiled, "the doctor will be out shortly." Smiling I walked away and replied, "thank you."
After Eric saw the doctor and had a culture done on his throat it came back positive for Strep. Dr. Anderson prescribed some antibiotics and to try Tylenol to break the fever and we were off. By the time we got back to The Maine's bus it was around 11:30, Eric was exhausted and still wasn't feeling well. We climbed the stairs and walked into a crowd of sweaty guys playing video games. Kennedy sat on the couch with a controller in his hand concentrating deeply on the game. Eric grabbed my hand and led me towards the back of the bus, "I'm exhausted," he began and then his throat started to hurt. "Babe don't try and talk, just rest," I led his to the bunk he'd been staying in for a while; The Maine was nice enough to let us use their bus when we needed it. It was plenty bug enough, just crazy all the time. Eric lay down and motioned for me to lay net to him, I crawled in the bunk and nestled against him. The yells and sounds from the next room over were spilling into the bunks and I could hear someone in the shower. I'd probably hop in when they got out, I felt gross after the show and a warm shower would probably help clear my head after today too.
One by one more band members escaped to the bunk area and passed out, this tour had definitely drained most of their energy, but that didn't stop them from video games and beer, never. Eric kissed my forehead and I looked up at him, "sorry for being such a downer lately, if you want to go party with the guys you know you can." I smiled, "honey you're sick, and it's kinda nice taking care of you for once, I feel like you're always saving me." Eric chuckled and kissed my forehead again, "just making sure." "I'm actually going to go take a shower, promise to be here when I get back?" I laughed and crawled out of the bunk, "don't have too much fun without me" Eric joked as I left the bunk room.