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okay so ily guise so much and i am so SORRY that i didn't get to update sighmy cousins came over for 2 days and i was really busy with school and yup I AM SO SORRY

but here is chapter 9 - I DO NOT OWN HTR OR ANY OF THE BANDS AND ARITSTS JFGDJSKHGF


Zander opens the door for me. After giving the whole band a ride home and answering tons of questions about my life, we decide that we should just go straight back to my house.

"So, what are we actually gonna do?" I ask him, putting my bag on the floor of the living room. He hold up a finger, telling me to wait for a while. He runs up to my room and come out with a stack of CDs in his arms.

"Woah. Where did that come from?" I laugh. I had no idea I had that much albums.

"From your room." He puts them all down on the coffee table and sits down on the couch. "Each month, you reward yourself to a new album and sometimes if you have enough money for more than one, you buy the most you can." He eyes the stack of albums and laughs. "Truth is, I probably bought you about 12 of these."

I gasp. "You did not."

He takes out an album with a black and orange cover."I bought you Ed Sheeran," He takes out another one that has a black cello on it. "The Cab," An album with a man with a huge bushy beard. "Pioneer by The Maine and nearly all the Coldplay albums you have."

I look at him, confused and astonished. "Why?"

"Because you're my best friend."

I bite my lip. Should I ask him now? Maybe this will just make things awkward.

"Anything wrong?" He asks.

I sit down beside him and lean my head on his shoulder before I know what I'm doing. He doesn't even flinch. "Can I ask you a question?"

He chuckles. "I will be your Magic 8 Ball, princess."

I laugh. "Riiight." I hesitate for a while, but I finally gain the courage. "Was there anything between us before my accident, Zander?" I ask him a little too quickly.

He laughs again. "Zaaander." I whine, sitting up straight. "Was there, really?"

He finishes laughing. "Okay, okay, fine. No matter how awkward this will be, I'm telling you. You know how Kacey keeps saying that I'm a flirt and that nearly all girls have a crush on me?"

"Yah, I get that." I roll my eyes.

"Well, some girls started getting jealous of you, because we always looked like we're dating."

"What do you mean 'dating'?" I was actually very interested to know.

"We would always be together. I would always be in your workplace and you would give me your free smoothies. I would put my arm around your shoulder, your head on my shoulder, holding hands…" He drowns out, mumbling his words. I just keep laughing. This is awkward. "Let's just say we really didn't know what personal space was."

"So, what does this mean?" I ask him with anticipative eyes.

"I don't know." He shrugs, pursing his lips.

"Did you like me?" The words just roll out of my mouth before I stop them.

He bites his lip. "I-I-" He stutters. "Ca-can—okay—so ma-mayb—no—okay—no-not in that way—but um okay so I ki—" I start laughing before I can stop it. "Stevie, can we just listen to your songs?"

I finish my laughing fit. "Fine." I look at the huge pile of albums in front of us. "Pick."

Zander, still a little red from the past conversation, takes an album with a blue cover. It looked like an old photograph of a windmill and blue skies. In a font that looked like someone's handwriting it said-

"A Rocket To The Moon." Zander tells me. "Your all time favorite band."

"Really?" I ask, grabbing the CD from him and scanning its back. "Why?"

"You told me the lyrics were sweet and that any girl would be lucky to have a guy sing one of their songs to her. You were practically in love with Nick Santino, the lead."

I giggle. "Why don't you play it then? Let's see if any memories will come back with it."


that was not good i promise it will be better next time (but i fail at keeping promises i'm so sorry) but REVIEWS PLEASE I LOVE REVIEWS