I needed to write a romance. I had the best day Thursday. My friend spent the night at my house and then at like 10:00 at night, I hadn't heard from my boyfriend two weeks, and then there were rumors that he was cheating on me. He then texted me off his cousins phone and explained it wasn't true. Then called to prove it was him. I'm trying not to get in over my head with him but it's hard not to think about him as just another thing because the way he treats me like you wouldn't be able to imagine. He honestly treats me like I'm the only person that exists. He goes behind his parents backs just to see me. I know I may only be a teen, but I feel as if this will never end. So, this is for Nathan, the boy who changed my life forever.
DISCLAIMER: Own neither All Time Low, Dirty Work, Under A Paper Moon, nor Thalia and Nico. Enjoy.
Nico's POV
Baby, don't yell,
You're tearing a hole right through the walls of everything we used to know,
I'm building a place, something amazing,
Just for the sake of saving us,
I looked at her as I drove us into the city. She slept soundly as her black hair fell into her eyes and I switched over into the next lane and turned on the album we both loved. Even though we wouldn't get into the city for a few hours, it was routine to listen to the band we were going to see before the concert. Front row tickets. All Time Low concert. Dirty Work tour. She looked forward to it since I told her about it. Too bad I had to drive about five hours to get to the concert, since New York sold out almost instantly. Still awesome anyway.
From under the sun,
Two plastic hearts with nowhere to run,
We're rolling the dice on whatever's left,
'cause God only knows that we could use the rest…
Our fragile hearts some how found each other when we were in desperate need of it. Of what, exactly? Escape. We were in need of escape of our lives and we gave each other the satisfaction we could escape in each other. We bet that it would work o what we had left of our lives. Why waste time doing things your going to regret when you can do it the right way?
Me and you, living under a paper moon,
Cause real life just isn't right; lets fabricate
Me and you, living under a paper moon,
This real life just isn't right let's get away let's fabricate
The moon shown down on the concert as they performed their new albums, and a little form previous ones. It wasn't real yet. Life would never seem real again as long as we were together. We snuck away during an intermission and we tried to make it seem real. Bet your dying to know what happened. Naughty minds, you have. But, sadly, I must keep this PG so, no details. Enjoy your life. Because I certainly did.
I have no idea why it was so short. I was bored and didn't feel like writing anymore. Eventually I plan on collaborating with a few other authors that know this band and making a whole collection of songfic's that would be called Dirty Work. Until I find an author, I'm afraid it wont happen.