I'm so sorry for the wait guys but I've been so busy. "Shake It" by Metro Station is in my head and I'm reading the whole Twilight series for the first time (i know i'm like twenty years behind) I heart Edward (zomg!iwanttobehim) except his name is stupid for a vampire. sorry, but I hate that name. no offense to the edwards out there it's my dad's name and it was close to being mine. THANK SATAN IT'S NOT. (j/k to the christians.) anyways let's get on with it.
All Your Hopeless Hearts
Theodore sat alone in his room and stared vacantly out the window. The crowd responded very well to Helena, but he was still unsure how he felt about singing it. He wished Alvin or Simon was there to give him advice, but they were long gone according to Ian.
"Theodore?" Theodore spun in response to a familiar voice speaking his name. Eleanor was standing in the doorway.
"Eleanor!" Theodore ran over to her and hugged her. "How are you?"
"I'm good. What about you?"
"I've been better."
"I'm sure you have been." Concern flushed her face.
"I'm happy to see you, though. I thought I would never see you again. What are you doing here?"
"Ian talked Ms. Miller into letting me play a show with you. She's not to big on the whole fame thing after... well, you know."
"What?"
"Alvin..."
"What about Alvin?" Theodore was utterly confused.
"Theodore, Alvin was on drugs when he died... he had been using for a long time..."
"No... not Alvin, Alvin was way too strong for that!"
"Theo, drugs can break even the strongest of people."
"Not Alvin..." Theodore refused to believe what she was saying.
"I was just going to stop by and say hi... I'll see you tomorrow." And with that Eleanor was gone. Theodore wanted her to stay, but could what she had said been true. It couldn't be Alvin was... Alvin! Not some crazy crack addict that he'd seen on t.v. It couldn't be like that. It wouldn't be like that.
--
Ian paced his room in the silent darkness. He hadn't really seen Alvin, had he? No. Alvin was dead and buried and Simon might as well be. Ian had locked him in a closet upstairs and stacked boxes against it. He had looked so real though. And his voice. No amount of effects could reproduce his voice like that. Perhaps he was losing his mind. Then again, he hadn't slept in over a week due to Theodore's hectic tour schedule. Maybe that was it. All he needed was some sleep. Some sleep and a new conscience.
--
Alvin stood on the roof of Ian's house with his arms crossed over his chest. Simon sat quietly next to him.
Simon broke the awkward silence. "It feels good, doesn't it... being this close to Theodore again?"
"Yeah, a little bit." Alvin still wasn't in the mood for talking. How could he be? Simon and he had just gotten into the biggest fight of their lives.
"I'm sorry, Alvin."
"I know..."
"What else can I say? What else can I do to please you?" Simon's voice was thick with sadness.
"Nothing."
"What you're doing is wrong, Alvin."
"I thought you were sorry--"
"Well, I'm not sorry for being right!"
"About what, Simon? About me being consumed by revenge? About me using the chipettes to get to Ian!?"
"Yes! You promised you wouldn't let it consume you."
"I'm not consumed, Simon! I'm perfectly fine!"
"No you're not you're so obsessed with revenge that you're using people you love to get it."
"He deserves it..."
"But Jeanette doesn't. Eleanor doesn't. Brittany doesn't. And Theodore sure as hell doesn't deserve it." Anger pulsed through Simon's veins. "Get it under control or I'm leaving and I'm taking them with me."
"Go then." Alvin hesitated, then looked up.
"What?" Simon was in complete and utter shock.
"I don't need you. I don't need someone who's constantly weighing my actions I do that enough by myself."
So is Simon gonna leave or what? I'll let you know like next century when I update again. I'm so fucking tired. I have a crush guys... and she likes me, but we dated before and I'm not sure what to do added to the fact I like someone else too that may also like me too. Any advice? leave it with your review.
SO GIMMIE ALL YOUR POISON
AND GIMMIE ALL YOUR PILLS!