A/N: Hey guys... keep in mind this was written late November 29th, or early November 30th if u wish =P... so the author's notes at the end of the chappy r old! (Told ya b4 i write on paper 1st! Haha)
Gotta Be Somebody
~NICKLEBACK~
"What's with the scarf?" Tom asked while they were having a break during soundcheck. They were having quite a few problems. This included one of Tom's strings breaking, Bill's microphone cutting in and out, and a thing of lights almost falling on top of Georg. They guys assured me nobody would miss him, but I would!
"It's called fashion. Maybe you should look it up." I teased. He stuck out his tongue like the two-year old he is on the inside.
Bill casually walked over to me. "I've never seen you wear a scarf before." He stated. "Why one now?"
I pulled it back just enough for him to see. "You cave a couple fucking hickeys."
"Now, now Star. Don't be ridiculous. Hickeys can't fuck." He wagged his eyebrows.
I rolled my eyes. "Well I wasn't about to use all my makeup to cover them because I knew you'd get mad if I borrowed your's once I ran out."
"True, I probably wouldn't let you. You know me too well." His fingers traced the bruises lightly.
"Bill!" Someone called, causing us to look in the general direction. He pulled up my scarf for me. "We need you to check your mic again!"
"Ok!" He called back. He kissed my forehead. "Sorry." E was apologizing for both. I knew from one look into the deep pools of brown. I watched with a smile as he jogged to the stage and jumped up. My phone vibrated in my pocket, making me jump.
I checked the caller Id and grinned ear to ear. "Hey Lace! It's been forever!"
"I know!" She exclaimed into the phone. "A whole day!"
"So what's knew?"
She laughed. "Not much. I'm bored. Oh, Jordan's taking me out tonight."
I was happy for her, I really was. Just something didn't sit right with me about him. "Oh cool. Any idea what you'll wear?"
"Not a clue." She admitted. "I'm stuck between three outfits. He said we're going for supper and then clubbing."
"Ok. Sure I'll help you."
I heard some clicking. "I just sent you some pics."
Sure enough I looked and there was three outfits, neatly laid out on her bedroom floor. The first one was a pair of ripped skinny's with a black tank top and Tokio Hotel's symbol. Also with Black converse. The next one was a pair of Converse boots, a mini-skirt, black with pink high-lights, and a fairly revealing tube-top. Lastly was yet another pair of 'Emo' skinny's that we had shared. This particular pair has a lot of silver accents. The rest of the outfit consisted of a matching vest worn over a t-shirt with 'I'm screwing the basest's splashed across it and bright neon green high-tips.
"Does Jordan get jealous easily?"
"A little."
"Then I'd definitely go with the vest outfit! Georg would love that top!" I told her, laughing at the thought of it.
"Thanks hun. Shit, I gotta go, I'll call you later."
"Peace out dude! Have fun." I turned around to find four sets of eyes staring at me. Not to mention everyone behind them! "What?"
"Wow." Gustav muttered under his breath. He chuckled. "You sounded excited."
"What?" I asked again, this time it was rhetorical. "A girl can't be excited for a friend?"
He patted me on the shoulder. How was it all of them could make me feel extremely small, even though the G's were only four or five inches taller? "I guess we'll have to let this pass, for now."
Now I can't be sure, but I think he winked as he walked away. I just shook my head and turned to Bill. "Why were you all eavesdropping on my conversation?"
"It sounded so interesting." Tom replied cheekily.
"You were hoping you'd hear your name, weren't you?"
"A little." I love how easy it was for Tom and I to joke. Just like old times.
(A/N: u all know i hate interrupting, but from here till the end of the chappy is based on Lacy's POV :])
I put on the pair of skinnies excitedly. I was really happy Star helped me pick out this outfit. And I love the shirt! My hands shook a little as I applied my makeup, but it made it look really good. I checked my clock before deciding I have enough time to straighten my hair.
I finished and checked the clock again. Ten to seven, good timing. I applauded myself. I walked into the living room and turned on the TV. It was yet another re-run of Bill and Star's 'coming out' on the music channel. Seriously, haven't they seen it enough? It's almost as bad as the Twilight mania.
I do have to admit, Robert Pattinson is sexy, despite his lack of hygiene. I found another music channel and it was some videos. I pulled my laptop towards me and checked my emails. Considering I do this twice, sometimes three times a day, I only had two new ones. They were both forwards.
One was labeled 'Blond Jokes, laugh ur ass off!' So I opened it I have to admit, they were funny and offensive at the same time. One was, 'I knew a blond that was so stupid she called me to get my number.' I almost pissed myself laughing the more I read. Another was, 'I knew a blond who was so stupid she got locked in a grocery store and starved to death.' That was pretty offensive. Lastly I read, 'Two blonds were walking down the street. One turned to the other and said, "Look at that dog with one blind eye." The other covered her eye and answered, "Where, I don't see anything."'
I knew Star would love them so I quickly sent the e-mail to her. I surfed the web for a while, checking my face-book and my-space. The next time I checked the clock in the corner Jordan was twenty minutes late. I rolled my eyes. It never fails.
Sure enough, ten minutes later he was at my door. "I am so sorry!"
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes and grabbed my purse on my way out. Knowing him, he'd forget his wallet. We sat in his old car. "So where too?"
"The beach." He answered.
"The beach?" I asked, thinking I had heard him wrong. He was dressed similar to me.
He nodded, his smile was huge. "I thought we could have a picnic and watch the sunset before going out."
I could have melted at his feet. "Oh."
We drove in silence, holding hands. My heart literally stopped when I saw the beautiful, secluded spot. My stomach twisted in knots as I thought about the two of us there. Alone.
"Beautiful, isn't it? He asked, reading my mind as he laid out the blanket.
I nodded my head. "It is."
We ate, laughed and shared a few quick kisses. The time flew by quickly and soon the sun started to sink. As it was about to leave the oranges and reds to somewhere unseen, we got heavily involved in a make out session that developed into more.
Afterwards as I sucked on Jordan's collar bone he moaned. "Oh Mary, Mary."
I pulled away, as if he had burnt me. "What the fuck?!"
"I'm sorry!" His eyes were huge. "It slipped out. I'm sorry Lacy!" I quickly put on my clothes, grabbed my stuff, and walked away, fighting back tears. If he slipped up a name after two months of dating, he wasn't worth it. "Please come back!" His voice carried in the wind.
I ran to get away. Once I reached the highway I slowed. Only two more miles and I'd be able to catch a cab. I was glad I had grabbed all my stuff. I made it into the city and flagged down on of the yellow cars.
"Where to?"
Good question. I thought. I really didn't know where I wanted to go. Finally I told him, "Abandoned Corner." It was one of my favorite café's. So small and quiet. And the poetry performed was a way to get lost in yourself.
We arrived in a short time. It was relatively quiet at eleven at night. "Here you go."
I handed him twenty bucks. "Thanks."
I walked inside, the darkness instantly comforting. I had missed it. "Can I get you anything?" A waitress asked kindly.
"Vanilla coffee please." I answered. Some emo was up there, ready poetry. It was really good. I felt my own pain in his words. Slowly the tears I had held back began to fall. The waitress brought my coffee and bill, but left me alone.
"Lace?" The same quiet voice I had gotten lost in asked.
I looked up and into the eyes of Andreas. Why it didn't dawn on me before, I'm not sure. "Hey." I smiled, wiping away the remains of tears.
"What's wrong?"
I tried to pretend it was nothing, but he's gotten to know me to well. To him my acts are transparent. "Fucking Mary." I spit out.
"Oh, ouch." He instantly understood. He hugged me and I found myself drawing strength from him. The water works started again.
"The sad thing," I sniffed. "Is that I was falling in love with him."
"Shh," He held me close, stroking my hair. I felt his lips touch my hair. "He's not worth it."
I looked at him with my red and swollen eyes. I'm not sure what came over me, but I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were frozen over mine and I went to pull away, but he wouldn't let me. He kissed me back.
Author's Notes:
I needed this part to be put in! I think it was necessary for later chappies, but I'm not entirely sure cuz i tend 2 change my mind A LOT! Ask my mom! Lol...
Well that's yet another chapter behind us, and lucky #13 is coming up. Will it really be lucky is the question!
As I write these out on paper, it's finished the same day as chappy 11... that is unless after midnite 4 u is the next day. Rite now it's exactly... 12:57 AM! (November 29/30)
I want to say happy b-day to my sis! 13 2day girl!! Good luck in drama.
Kissing Bill Kaulitz would be hot, but singing with him would give me a reason to live! Lol.. I don't know or own anyone in these stories related to TH... nor do i own them personally!
Beep the reviews coming!
~BECKY~
