Thank you all so much for the reviews and follows, you guys are awesome. I wrote this story two years ago when I was fifteen, so for you to like my younger self nonsense makes me happy haha. Also, I probably will be putting up Chapter 2 in a few hours, because like I said, it's already written and just needs some adjustments. The final chapter will be up tomorrow night and then I'll focus on the other story. Haha
Enjoy! :)
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot to this story. The credit for the name of the characters go to whoever in Disney that was creative enough to come up with it and the credit for the songs used to help me tell this story go to everyone involved in the writing, production and all that process.
CHAPTER I
Drums
Every Friday was exclusively dedicated to hang out with Mikayla. We always had the exact same plan: Go to the movie theater after school to watch any movie that had released that day, eat at any fast food restaurant we found, visit the mall and finally go back home to her house or mine, where we would stay for a sleepover. We had been doing that ever since I can remember.
However, destiny decided that Friday was not going to be like any other before.
That Friday, Mikayla had a very bad day and was very, very upset. She had missed the bus for school and gotten late to her first class, earning detention, she had gotten a C on her French exam, had found her ex boyfriend kissing one of her friends and finally, during lunch, a hurried freshmen running bumped into her and knocked down all her orange juice on her brand new white tank top. She had made it through the day wearing my hoodie, but it was a very hot day for her to wear it all the afternoon, so we decided to pass by her house before heading to the movie theater. On the way home to her house, a child in a bike almost ran us over and even though we could avoid him, my best friend tripped and broke the heel of her shoe. So, naturally, when we made it to her house, Mikayla was fuming. She walked up the stairs to her room without saying a word to her mother and slammed the door, locking herself in it for a very long time and leaving me in the living room with her mother. Mrs. Russo, who was so used to having me there every day that she treated me like another daughter of hers, asked me to help her to finish the dinner while Mikayla calmed down. Having nothing else to do with Mikayla in that state, I accepted. When the dinner was almost done, Mrs. Russo asked me to see if Mikayla was still alive –her words, not mine–, so I walked up the stairs to the second floor of the house. While I was walking up the stairs, I heard the faint sound of drums, the sound getting clearer and stronger with every step I took, catching my attention. When I finally reached the second floor, I noticed the sound was coming from the room in the far back of the hall, not so far from Mikayla's room, which belonged to Mikayla's older sister, Alex Russo, who had left the door almost completely opened. In an impulse of curiosity, I walked over there to watch.
During the ten years I had been friends with Mikayla, I had never talked to Alex more than the occasional hello and for me, the girl was a complete mystery. I knew Alex was eighteen years old but most people always thought she and Mikayla were twins because of their almost exactly alike physical appearance, maintained a love-hate relationship with her sister and attended the local university but from there, I had no other information. I never imagined Alex would know how to play the drums nor that'd she'd be so good at it. She was so into what she was doing that she somehow made it look like she was a professional, leaving me speechless. She was just brilliant. When she finished playing whatever she was playing, she smiled, satisfied and then looked to the door, jumping of surprise when she saw me.
I smiled, nervous. "I'm sorry, you left the door open and I couldn't stop listening to you, I was curious." I apologized, standing in front of her red drum set. Alex ran her fingers through her dark hair, even more nervous than I was. I crossed my arms over my chest, smiling. "How is it possible that in all the years I have been coming over, nobody ever mentioned what an amazing drummer you are?" Alex looked down and smiled, a pink shade covering her face.
"T–Thank y–you…" Alex mumbled, having no words to say and looking down at her drumsticks, making her hair fall in her face. I found it adorable. After a moment, she ran her fingers through her hair and looked up, pointing at the door with one of her drumsticks. "I didn't think you were here, I saw my sister walk inside there as a mad woman like an hour ago." I shrugged.
"She had a bad day, so I was helping your mom with dinner." Alex nodded in understanding. "You're a pretty good drummer, Alex, I really am impressed." I told her, making her blush again but with a charming smile this time.
"Thank you, Mitchie, it means a lot coming from such an important girl in the music world of this town." She whispered and, for some strange reason beyond my understanding, I felt butterflies furiously fluttering in my stomach when she said my name. I blushed this time.
"Me? Important in the music world of this town? You must be mistaking me with someone else." I replied, giggling. Alex got up and walked to her desk, taking the chair and putting it near me so I could sit. I smiled her, quietly taking her as I sat, while she looked for another table to sit in front of me. When she did, she raised an eyebrow.
"So you're saying you're not the legendary Michelle Torres, girl that has won the talent show of her school these last three years and that actually made my stubborn sister learn how to play an instrument?" She asked, making me blush even more but smiling.
"What can I say? Music is my life and Mikayla just couldn't be my best friend if she didn't know how to play a musical instrument!" She chuckled and I felt the furious butterflies in my stomach. What the hell was happening with me? "But anyway, you never answered my question. How is it that I didn't know you played the drums, Alex?"
"You never asked." She pointed out smiling, making playfully hit her arm. "It's because not a lot of people know about it, Mitch, you know…" She ran her fingers through her hair. I guess it's a recurrent gesture. "I am shy girl, so you could say that's why we have never talked before…"
That was the day I discovered Alex Russo was a charming girl. We had a pretty good time just chatting as we had known for a very long time –which actually, was pretty much the truth –, telling each other all things we didn't known of each other. It was just like the last ten years where we hadn't talked before had never existed and we were the best friends in the entire world. I completely forgot about the task I was entrusted of telling Mikayla dinner was ready and I'm pretty sure I forgot of who Mikayla was for a moment while I was talking to Alex. During our conversation, I couldn't stop noticing how adorable Alex Russo really was. She had this charming perfect smile that would hypnotize anyone and the fact of how many times she would blush every time I made her a compliment just showed how shy she was. It was just utterly cute. After what seemed to me like the shortest of times, Mrs. Russo came upstairs to make sure I was still alive, because I never went back to the kitchen. When she saw my talking to her oldest daughter, I couldn't stop noticing how Alex started blushing out of nowhere and her mom smiled, enchanted. Before I could ask what was going on, Mikayla's door opened, making me stand up in a quick jump, just as Mikayla walked out her room, looking like her mood had gotten calm.
"I see you are in a better mood, Kayla." Mrs. Russo said smiling and then looked back to Alex and me with a smile completely different to the one she had dedicated to her daughter. "Dinner is ready, I'll wait for you." And saying no more, Mrs. Russo walked down the stairs. Mikayla looked at her mom leave and then directed her sight to her sister and I, raising an eyebrow when she noticed that never seen event happening.
"What you doing talking to my best friend?" Mikayla asked, with that tone of voice she used only when she wanted to annoy someone. Her sister rolled her eyes and stood up.
"Keeping her entertained while you acted like a spoiled toddler." Alex replied, with the exact same tone of voice and making her sister glare at her.
"Mitchie, let's go!" Mikayla exclaimed, clearly offended, walking down the stairs. I looked back to Alex and she smiled.
"You enjoy getting on her last nerve, don't you?" I mentioned smiling, amused. Alex just shrugged.
"It's my favorite hobby." I giggled. "I hope you enjoyed talking to me, though. Now it's time for you to go back to your sad reality of being my sister's best friend." I playfully hit her arm again.
"She's not that bad, but anyway, Alex, oh great master of drums." She rolled her eyes, smiling. "Will you ever teach me to play such an important instrument?" Alex looked at me with her perfectly shaped eyebrow raised up as I looked at her with my best smile.
"Only with the condition that you will teach me how to play the guitar. " Alex said, making my smile bigger. I nodded energetically, giving her a hug in an impulse of happiness. When I realized what I had done, I furiously blushed and pulled away, uncomfortable. She had blushed just as furiously as I had. "Alright…" I started, nervous. "I think it's time for me to go downstairs before Mikayla comes looking for me." She nodded and walked me to the door. "Thanks for hanging out with me." Alex dedicated me the most beautiful smile I have ever seen and with that, I decided it was time to go, walking to the stairs.
"Mitchie!" I heard Alex exclaimed, just when I had reached the last step of the stairs, making me turn around.
"Yes?"
"I'll see you tomorrow at 5 o'clock, bring your guitar. The faster you start your lessons, the better. " I nodded, surprised and Alex, satisfied, walked back to her room.
I left out a sigh I didn't even know I was holding, butterflies still fluttering in my stomach that I still didn't know where they had come from.
This just couldn't be good.
IIIIIII
From that day on, I unconsciously started doing all those things I had promised myself I would never do. After my first conversation with Alex, I knew her birthday was on July 22th; her favorite color was green, she preferred soccer instead of football; she had always been bothered in school for being responsible and dedicated to school; she'd never say she played the drums because she panicked each time she put a foot on a stage; she liked to drive her pick up truck everywhere and spent much more time in it than in her own house; I knew what her favorite songs were and I knew she had never let anyone see her cry.
Before you make any assumptions, don't think I started investigating her life, because I didn't. Actually, all information I got was directly from her, who, while she was teaching me how to play the drums and I tried to teach her how to play the guitar, had gotten the habit of starting a small chat with me to get to know each other better. However, the only problem was that every single thing she would tell me about herself would be perfectly remembered in my mind, no matter how small that thing could be. If anyone ever had the idea of asking me the most trivial thing about Alex they could think of, I would have answered with no problem and that, as I mentioned at the start of this, was the very first step to falling in love, which was one of things I have avoided the most all my life.
Meanwhile, Mikayla had created a list of all the guys she thought were perfect for me. Each one of them had been or were on a rock band, because the youngest Russo knew musicians were my weakness –thing that was proven true with my sudden attraction to Alex –. Thanks to this, I had at least two months listening to Mikayla talking about guys I had never heard in my life before and I really don't think I would have survived all that without Shane Gray, a tall boy with jet black hair and hazel eyes, who had been my friend since kindergarten. He was like my older brother and knew me just as well as Mikayla herself, girl that –must be mentioned– never got along with him. Shane was that someone I told everything that, for some reason or another, I couldn't tell Mikayla about –like for example, my feelings for Alex – and Shane, no matter how ridiculous was whatever I had to tell him, always listened to me, reason why I loved that guy. When we were toddlers, he was my partner in every mischief and adventure; and it had been him who had made me love Music more than anything in this world. But what I wanted to say is, Shane was the only one that I could talk to him about Alex –and he didn't lose the opportunity to bother me with it –and between us, we were trying to decide what I should do about it.
"Have you considerate talking about it with Alex's sister?" Shane asked, leaning on the front of his truck, frowning in a gesture of concentration, on a Saturday afternoon in which we discussed the topic. We were in his house's garage, trying to fix his truck, again. Well, he was trying to fix his truck, while I watched him do it, sitting on a table near him.
"Are you crazy?" I responded, not giving credit to what I was listening. "Telling Mikayla I have feelings for..." I lowered the volume of my voice. "… her sister?! She would kill me!" Shane took the cloth next to him, cleaning his hands with it, smiling.
"It is possible, which makes everything even funnier." He responded, smirking. I glared at him and threw a sponge I found on the table at him, that he avoided easily. "Alright, alright… Mikayla is you best friend, am I correct?" Shane continued, pointed at me with the tool he was working with. I nodded. "And isn't it supposed for best friends to only care for their friends' happiness?"
"I think that's how it works…"
"Then, isn't supposed that Mikayla should be happy if you are, no matter the reason behind it?" He asked, going back to work on his truck. "Isn't that the reason she's looking a guy for you?" I giggled, remembering what Mikayla had said trying to convince me to date one of her boys "I want you to experience that side of happiness you haven't explored yet and that can only be experienced by being in a relationship!"
"I guess so…"
"Then she had no reason to get mad! Her best friend will be happy, her sister will be happy and everything will be like a fairy tale!" Shane exclaimed, using a high pitch voice, in his attempt to imitate a girly voice. I rolled my eyes at his silliness. He looked up from his truck, still smirking. "So you must tell her." he finished saying, looking at a screwdriver that was in the table I was sitting in. "Can you give me that, please?"
"Shane, that was a very inspiring speech, but I believe you are forgetting something." I said, giving him the screwdriver. "First of all, we don't even know if Alex feels the same I do, thing I really doubt and second, Mikayla would be happy if it was any other person, not her sister."
"Not any other person, Mitch, I am really sure she'd go mad if you dated me." Shane replied and I chuckled.
"That's true but you're not my type, Shane." I agreed and he looked up to me, smirking again.
"You wish I was." He said with a seductive voice and winking at me. I threw another sponge at him.
"Jerk."
"Alright, if you don't want to tell Mikayla, why don't you ask Alex if she has feelings for you?" This guy really was going insane.
"Asking Alex if she feels something for me? I really think spending so much time fixing that piece of junk has finally affected you, Shane." I said, shaking my head. "Not in a million years, my friend."
"What if he feels something for you? You said yourself, Russo is a shy girl and if she is afraid of playing in front of an audience because of it, she must be terrified of being rejected by a girl, reason why she wouldn't tell you. Shy people never express their feelings. But if you ask her and if she feels the same way, you both can tell Mikayla and she will have to accept it!" He said, leaving the screwdriver to his left and taking the cloth to clean his hands again.
"Did you hit yourself with the hood before I came in or something?"
"Stop treating me like I am insane, it's a good idea!"
"It's the worst idea you have had in years!"
"If you don't want to do it directly, why don't you do it indirectly?" He said, walking to the driver's seat door and getting inside his truck. He rolled down his window and looked at me, resting his arm on the door. "Write her a song." The hazel eyed boy turned on his truck and smiled satisfied when it started smoothly at the first attempt.
"Write her a song?" I asked, unconvinced, when the boy turned off his car.
"Every great musician expresses their feelings through songs, Mitchie, when spoken words aren't enough." Shane got out of his car and whipped the sweat off of his forehead with his forearm.
"I will think about it." I replied, sighing.
"Alright." He agreed, trying not to pressure me into something I didn't want to do, even though I could see in his eyes he wanted me to do it. He smiled sweetly at me. "So, now that you don't have lessons today, what about if we go out for dinner?"
"I like that idea but I will not go anywhere with you if don't shower first!" I exclaimed, laughing and he rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed.
"Okay, then I'll see you in thirty minutes. I am not going out with you either if you are wearing that!"
"And there's the reason why you don't have a girlfriend, you are an asshole!" I said, playfully hitting his arm, laughing.
"Yeah, yeah, now leave me alone and go to your house, come on." He said, laughing as well.
"Oh so now you're kick me out? No, no, no, Shane Gray, you'll be single for a very long time…" I said, pretending to be offended and walking to my house, which was in front of his. "Asshole, I said!"
He rolled his eyes again, still smiling and walked inside of his house.
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