Everybody knows the song is about somebody.
My family? I'm pretty sure they have a pretty good idea of who's it's about, but for the most part, they really don't care.
Some fans thing it's about Lou, my current girlfriend, and the lead singer of our band.
And the rest? They think it's about them, and I'm just the 'famous guy' who's perfect for them, that by a chance remembered them.
Not to be rude, but sometimes it makes me want to laugh, not to be mean, I don't remember half of those girls. Those crazy ones who ask for a kiss or me to sign parts of them. But only if they knew.
That it's about her.
It's normal. Not normal, I guess. But I have gotten used to it. So used to it, sometimes I just wish it would go away. I am just a normal guy, who somehow got on a stage and ends up singing some songs in front of millions of people. I can hear shouting through the closed door, in my hotel room, on the fourth floor.
Some of the fans have been here before we even landed, asking for autographs. Somebody managed to get my sweatshirt. Don't ask, even I don't know how. That's when the started freaking out, yelling something about me being shirtless. Trust me, it's happened before, and in the back of my mind, I expected it to happen again.
Right now, I try to make the best of how quiet it is right now. For now, this is how quiet it will be for the rest of the day. And the concert? Only about ten thousand times louder. I wrap my arm around Lou's waist tighter, and burry my face in her neck, and I can tell she smiles.
"Your hair smells good." I mumble, and Lou laughs.
"You say that every time," She tells me, and I feel her hand wrap around my arm. "I don't get how apples smell good."
I give her a pouty face, and I tuck a few strands of hair behind her ears. "I think apples smell good, okay?"
"Okay, Mr. Foster. Are you still going to sing your songs tonight?" She asks me, her eyes meeting mine, and I want to say no. Tell that I don't want to sing songs about her, at least not when my family is gonna be there, watching us. Lou, happened to be the only other person who listened to me about what happened. After her adoption went through, anyways. Lou never mentions her name, in fact, she's very careful about it, as if it would still hurt me.
"I promised the fans," I say shrugging. "What harm will it do? One or two passed out girls, Lucy?"
Lou's eyebrows scrunch together, and she sakes her head. "Don't call me Lucy, Foster. You'll wish you never did."
"And yet, the fans get to call you Lucy?" I ask her, smiling. I still don't get why she hates her name. I think it's pretty.
She punches my shoulder playfully, and I groan, rubbing it. "The fans would not like the way you treat me." I tell her, rolling out of the bed, looking through my bag for a clean pair of jeans, ignoring the small black box in the bottom of my bag. I told moms my plan last night when I saw everybody. Well, most of them anyway.
I don't bother putting on a shirt, and I look at the time. It's a lot later than I thought, 1:30. I blame time zones, and the concert starts at seven, so we actually only have a few hours before we have to start rehearsing. The moment I open the sliding glass door to the porch thingy, everybody breaks out into a screaming fit. I see signs flying around, and flashes going off. I can hear what they're saying. Some are saying 'I love you!' Like they always do.
When the screaming gets louder, I know Lou has decided to come out as well, and I feel her arms around my bare waist. "Having fun teasing the fans?" She asks, and I shrug.
"It's not my fault that somebody decided take my shirt." I tell her, and she laughs, my arm wrapping around her shoulders.
A few hours later, a few minutes before the concert starts, everybody shows up again. Mariana and Jesus bickering over something. Stef and Lena telling how proud they are of me, and mention something about why Callie can't make it. Something about her college. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for Callie, that she's in college, learning about something she wants to do.
"It's good to see you, little guy." I tell Jude, messing up his hair.
"Yeah," He says simply. "I missed you."
The twins finally stop fighting, and Jesus looks at me. "Hey dude, are you gonna sing your song tonight? The chicks dig you when you do."
"Yeah, why?"
"When are you going to tell your fans who it's about?" Mariana asks, and I shrug.
Then Moms are pushing them out of the small room, telling them to go eat the food or play video games on the TV behind stage. "Hey, B, are you still thinking about doing that tonight?" Stef asks, and my pocket grows heavy.
"Wha- Oh, yeah! Proposing to Lou? Yeah, why?"
Stef just gives me a small smile, and hugs me. "Nothing, Me and Lena just wanted to make sure this is what you want," She pats my back. "Go put on a show, B."
And so I do.
I go on stage, holding hands with Lou like I always do. Then all of us answer questions, Lou, Mike, Brittany and I.
Then I start playing the keyboard, and Lou starts singing when Mike hits the first few notes on his guitar, fans still going crazy. When the song is over, it's the same thing. I start playing another song, and Lou starts singing.
Until she calls me up to the mic, the fans screaming louder than ever. "Brandon is gonna come up here and sing the last song of the night for all of you guys."
I step up to the mic, and give them my best smile, looking closely at each face that I see. "If you know the words," I say, grabbing my guitar. "Please do sing along." Everybody is quite, and I feel weird, but I shrug it off, and start singing.
When I get to the chorus, everybody starts to sing along.
I like the summer rain.
I try to picture it, how the rain was the last summer I got to spend with her, how she told me that she liked the rain. How it reminded her of her mother. Now, the rain reminds me of her.
I like the sounds you make.
I smile to myself at the thought of it. Not like that, not those sounds, but even her voice just seemed to make it better.
We put the world away.
Sitting in my room, listening to her play guitar, or her complaining about her homework, anything that we did in my room, if it was just talking or playing music, it was just the two of us.
We get so disconnected. You are my getaway, you are my favorite place.
She still is my favorite place, if I would still be able to talk to her, or go to her for something.
We put the world away. Yeah we're so disconnected.
I look around at the fans, some of them are still singing along, some of them even have tears in there eyes. But none of them look familiar. Until my eyes land on her. Her brown hair, the way it's in it's natural curled state. The familiar worn out jeans and high top converse. The shape of her body is just as familiar.
Without thinking, I stop singing. Everybody is confused. People start whispering to each other, but I ignore it, and I see a small frown on her face. I jump off the stage, and a bodyguard looks at me like I'm insane.
"Mr. Foster, please get back on stage."
"Let me through." I say, gesturing to the barrier in my way, the only thing left in my way from her.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't do that. It's for your own safety, I can't let you through."
"Please just let me through!" The balding bodyguard seems startled by my outburst, but just shakes his head.
"Can't do. For your safety. Please get back on stage, Mr. Foster."
I ignore him, and I climb over the barrier, into the sea of people. They gasp, and none of them reach out and try to touch me, at least not right now. I can hear the body guard yelling at me, to get back over there before I die.
But I can't hear him. And I don't see the fans around me. I only see her, the girl people thought I got over in a month. Callie Jacobs. Callie Quinn Jacobs. She should be in college, all the way in New York. That's what Stef and Lena told me. Not here in Australia.
I push through people, not even bothering to say excuse me, and even more people gasp when I stop in front of her, the small frown still on her face. "They're waiting for you to finish the song, Foster." She tells me, her arms crossed over her chest, and I see the tears in her eyes. How she knows it's for her. That every time I sing it, I'm thinking about her.
"I don't wanna finish it, Cals," I tell her, stoping myself for reaching for her hand. "I don't wanna finish it." I haven't seen her in almost a year, and she's telling to go finish my concert. That's when you know she hasn't changed, she's telling me to go do something I enjoy. I shake my head in answer, to say no.
Then she's yelling at me, calling me a moron, saying that I'm so stupid and that I need to get my ass back on stage before she leaves, saying that I shouldn't have wasted my time.
And there's the tears. Lots of them. They're rolling down her cheeks, shaking her head at me, like she's disappointed in me. And maybe she is.
My next actions are horrible. Not just for me, but for her. For Lou. For the girls watching us.
I grab her wrist and pull her towards me, and I kiss her. At first, she keeps trying to talk, but I don't let her. She finally gives up, her body pressed up against mine. And when I do pull away, I wipe away the tears from her eyes, leaving her breathless. I can feel her heart beating against my chest.
"You're an idiot." Is all she says.
"I'm your idiot." I tell her, before I start to make my way to the stage, and that's when everybody goes crazy, yelling, people demanding that I tell them who it was. And Lou, she looks at me, understanding why. It doesn't seem to bother her as much as I thought it would.
I manage to find a hotel room for me and Callie, and this time, there's no distant shouting, nothing.
"You're crazy!" Callie says, shaking her head, her wet clothes clinging to her body, from the rain we walked here in. "Those girls could've killed you!"
I run my fingers through my damp hair, and sigh. She's still yelling at me. I watch her carefully, she still looks the same. Same hair, same body, same everything. Even the way she's yelling at me is the same. She shakes her head, and bites her bottom lip. I think about the kiss during the concert. That, with no doubt will be all over the internet, but I don't give a fuck about that. She just seems to notice that I'm staring at her. It wouldn't be the first time, but still.
"Brand-"
That's when I loose all of my self control, and I kiss her again, with nobody watching. Her back hits the wall behind her, and she's kissing me back with just as much force. I run my tongue across her bottom lip. She opens immediately, meeting me eagerly. I take her face into my hands and tilt her head back to deepen the kiss. Callie's fingers tug at my hair, pressing our bodies together. The layers of clothes between us is too much, but knowing Callie, my hands only rest on her hips.
The next thing I know is that Callie is pushing my sweatshirt off of my shoulders, only to reveal my t-shirt, that is just as wet from the rain. I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist.
"Are you cold?" I ask, noticing her shiver, and her thin tank top. She's probably freezing.
Callie shakes her head. "No, I'm fine." But she shivers again.
"Same old you," I tell her, walking to the bed. "Do you still walk around the house with a blanket when it's cold?"
"Moms still get mad when I do," She mumbles, and I suddenly stop, and Callie notices, because she looks at me, her brown eyes showing concern. "What's wrong?"
Why the hell would she be all the way in Australia to see me? She's in college, working so hard to make her life worth something and I have all of this money.
"I... I- aw, forget it." I say, putting her down on her feet. But my words make her look at me, and she takes my face in her hands.
"What's wrong?" She asks again, and I sigh.
"I- I just want you to be happy."
"Even if it's not with you?"
My heart drops, and I rub the back if my neck awkwardly. "Even i-if it's n-not with me." I tell her, and mentally curse myself for my nervous stutter. But I told her the same thing years ago in high school, didn't I?
Callie is still staring at me, and I look away, thinking of something to say, but then Callie is kissing me again, pulling me on top of her, the bed suddenly beneath us. "I'm happy with you." She mumbles against my lips, and I smile.
Both of us are twenty now, and Callie is almost twenty one. We don't have to worry about Callie being sent away. Or getting in trouble. At least not anymore.
The room seems to get hot, besides the fact of our wet clothes. The rain seems to get louder too, but we ignore it. Our legs tangle together, and her fingers are in my hair again, and I pull away from her, causing her to groan in disappointment.
I bury my face in her neck, and brush my lips against her skin. I hear her whimper as she tugs at my hair. I smirk against her skin before I nip at the spot with my teeth, a soft moan escaping her lips, and my hand move from her hips, and run up her body, moving the fabric covering her shoulder, my other hand slipping underneath her shirt. "Brandon...I-" I cut her off, my lips crashing onto hers again.
Her hands are cold, the way I remember them when they slip underneath my shirt, pulling at it. It hits the floor, and Callie shirt is soon after it. My hands slide up her back, stopping at her bra clasp, thinking I did something wrong when she pulls away.
"What about Lou?" She asks, breathless, and I know she not worried that I'll go back to her, but for our band.
"She understands." Is all I say before I go back to her neck, which with no doubt by tomorrow will be bruised.
Callie moans, and I feel her hands on my chest, and they travel to the button on my jeans.
I stop her fumbling hands, and look at her. "Are... Are you sure?" I ask her, not wanting to force to do anything.
She nods her head. "We get disconnected, don't we?"
The alarm on my phone wakes us up, and I groan, wrapping my arm around Callie's waist tighter, not wanting to leave the bed.
"What's that for?" I hear her ask, and I sigh, tracing shapes on her bare back.
"I have an interview today," I grumble, looking down at her. "A damn interview today, Cals. I say fuck it and let's spend the day together."
"I can't." She whispers, and my heart sinks. What was I thinking? She's in college. She probably needs to be back by tomorrow.
"Please just stay," I plead her, running my fingers through her hair. "You don't have to worry 'bout anything. You can do the rest of tour with me. Then you don't have to work so hard."
"B, I just can't skip college. I have to leave today."
"But I have the money. I have enough money for you," I say, trying to bring up a reason. "At least let me pay for it." I plead her.
Callie shakes her head, giving me a smile. "I don't need it," She tells me, pushing the hair out of my eyes. "Keep giving some of it to the people who actually need it."
I nod, remembering the charity we did a few months back, and we're in the middle of planning another one.
"I'm gonna bring you to the airport, okay?" Callie nods as I kiss the top of her head.
We sit at the gate. Some people had stopped by and asked for my signature, others, well they just stared at me, or at Callie.
Callie looks up at me, and laughs. "What?" I grumble, upset that I am letting Callie getting away from me again.
"Your hair is still messed up."
A smirk comes on to my lips as I notice the small bruise on her neck. "You might wanna cover that up." I tell her, starting to laugh myself.
Her hand flies to her neck, and she's staring at me. "Fuck you, Foster. This is your fault, remember?" She hisses.
"You already have," I tell her, shrugging, crossing my arms over my chest. "And I'm very well aware of what I did with you last night."
Callie blushes, and punches my arm playfully, shaking her head. "Sometimes I wonder about you."
"Yeah, I wonder too," I tell her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, pulling her to me. "How I get an awesome girl like you."
Callie is about to respond when my phone goes off, and both of us groan. I look at it, and see that Lou is calling. "Go ahead," Callie says quietly. "Answer it."
I sigh, and pick it up, walking to a quieter area so I can hear her clearly. "Where are you?" Lou demands, not even letting me say a word.
"I- I'm at the airport?" I tell her, but it comes out more like a question.
"You're at the airport?" She asks, and by the sound of her voice, she's been crying. "Why the fuck are you at the airport?"
"Cause I'm saying goodbye to Callie," I tell her, shaking my head. "Look, I know I'm late for the interview, and I'm sorry. Okay? I'm so-"
She cuts me off, and there's anger in her voice. "Forget it, Brandon! I thought that maybe you actually care about this band!"
"Where is this coming from? Of course I do! I see Callie again for one day after a year of not seeing her, and you're yelling at me because of it? I'm sorry that I'm not doing what you want me too!"
"Oh, so you think that she just magically showed up to one of our concerts just to see you?"
"Maybe she did, unless you forced her to come or something!"
When Lou is quiet for a few minutes, I know that I'm right.
"Just be happy that we're stuck in traffic," Lou informs me. "Maybe you can catch up before we get to the studio."
The line goes dead, and I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. I make my way back to Callie, and she's looking at me, concerned. "You okay?"
I can only nod, and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her towards me, and I can feel her hug me back, and that's when I realise I'm crying like a moron. I bury my face in her neck, and close my eyes. I tell my self that I'm not letting her go again. Not this easily. Because we have our entire futures with each other. Her fingers grip my shirt tighter when they call her plane number, and I know she doesn't want to leave me. Just as much as I don't want her to leave.
"It's okay," I mumble, running my fingers through her hair, her body still pressed to mine. "It's okay, Cals. You're gonna be okay, right? I'll write to you. Or text. Anything, okay?"
I feel Callie nod, her tears staining my shirt, but I don't mind. "Yeah, you can send me pictures."
"Aw, Cals, you know that I take the worst pictures. You should send me some of yours, okay?" I ask her, wiping the tears from her eyes, just like I did last night.
"Okay. You keep singing, okay?"
"Okay. And this summer, your coming on your with me. I'm gonna send you a plane ticket, and I'm gonna meet you, and we'll have a few months together before you have to go back, alright?"
Callie nods again, and I kiss her, not caring who sees. To the people around us, we were probably just some dumb teenagers. "Good. Now go, and don't miss your flight. Call me when you land."
Then she's gone again.
I get to the interview only three minutes late. I'm pretty sure that nobody noticed anyways, probably because I was too busy with pushing my way through the crowd, the screams getting so loud, I think my eardrums are going to burst.
We get to business right away. The interviews play the video of what I did last night, asking me the question everybody now wanted to know.
"Who is that girl?" They ask.
I take a deep breath, and shrug, running my fingers through my hair, thinking about Callie on her flight. "That's my girl," I answer, looking out the window and see all of the people. "That's my girl, Callie Jacobs. And we get disconnected."
For now, this is a One-Shot. I love the song I used. It's called Disconnected by Five Seconds of Summer. I heard it, and jus thought the lyrics would be like something Brandon would write. Please check the song out. I might add a few more chapter to this story if people like it that much.