second part. :)


The almost 18-year-old rock star stood motionless in between the doorway. He watches as his ex-girlfriend's new boy walks away from him after spilling his feelings and the terrible news to him about what he had done to the girl who he still had feelings for. With those thoughts running through his head, his heart began to be tugged from every section and eventually crashing and fallen into pieces. The tears dropped from his deep brown eyes manipulated the rain in a storm, wildly coming down nonstop. He closes his eyes to prevent more water to plunge from his hazel orbs. However, as the black enters and the surroundings faded, his first love's mesmerizing face appeared. Like her smile that seems to lighten his days and her eyes that can see right through his invisible wall and onto his heart. Right there and then, he slowly collapse to the floor, his knees unable to hold him down. He sat on the ground with his hand now on his face, sobbing uncontrollably, guilt running through his whole body.

He cried and cried until his mother found him. She wrapped her arms around him and kept asking him what was going on. But all he could mutter was "I'm sorry." He kept repeating and repeating it quietly as if he was whispering those two words into his princess' ears. His mother rocked his body as if he was a baby, trying to calm him down. But, nothing seemed to work. Night falls and they both sat there, the superstar still unable to manage his tears.

Finally, his second older brother came and took him to the broken-hearted brother's room. He walked with him, holding him up as the younger sibling had been weakened. Their mother looked on and water filled her eyes. She didn't know what to do or what was going on. No one knew; no one except the curly headed boy and the Australian.

The curly-headed boy laid on his bed, curled up into a ball as his brother looks on. He never said a word and all he could do was sob and whimper. He never knew his heart could do this much damage. It is as if he was being tortured by a terrorist; his arms and legs tied with a strong rope that was pulling him in every direction and he could not do anything about it except feel the pain.

Night falls and the sun began to rise. The young boy had fallen asleep with tears drying onto his pale cheeks. He had one dream. A dream where his hands held a mobile phone onto his ears and a wide smile plastered his face. A voice of an angel came across the receiver and her laugh so contagious as she was telling him all about her, her life story. He chuckles with her, finding the stories she told him quite funny and also sharing some of his with her. It was a lovely dream. It was when the two young lovers first talked on the phone right after their first meeting and first date. It was when they stayed on the phone till morning and as they had fallen asleep, they both held the phone right on their heart, knowing that what they have is something special, something real. But, as his awoken, the dream disappeared and reality had once again sink in causing his internal grin to turn into a frown.

The boy got up from his bed and showered. As the water hit his body, he stood there thinking about what had happened yesterday. He held his hand on the shower wall and let the drops travel down his body. He closes his eyes to prevent him from collecting tears. He sighs and as minutes pass by, he was finally done. He walked out of his own bathroom and put on his white Vneck shirt and a dark Levi jean with a black and white converse. He sat on the edge of his bed, his head down, and his hands lost in his curls.

What am I going to do, he thought to himself. He shook his head slightly and once again, his tears slowly trickled down from his eyes and onto the carpeted floor.


Sorry short. Couldn't think of anything else to express how Nick feels. I believe there will be more parts to this. I'm not saying its going to be a whole story but, there will be more chapters soon.

BTW, thanks for the reviews for the first chapter. :)