Love Never Ends
10 years later
"Come in." I said as someone knocked on my changing room door, "I'm glad that you came Jason, I needed something..." my voice trailed off as I turned around.
"Hey."
There in my doorway stood, not my manager Jason, but my long lost love, Quatre. I stepped back and ran into my vanity, "Quatre?" I whispered.
"Wow, a famous pop star. You've come so far in ten years." Quatre said.
"How'd you get back here?" I asked turning around and picking up my make-up. "Nash, he saw me and told the security guard to let me in." Quatre explained.
"Ah, yes, my beloved brother." I said. He had traveled with me, playing the drums.
"You're still as beautiful as ever." Quatre smiled.
"Look, I don't know what you want from me Quatre, but I have a show in five minutes." I said.
Just then, my manager Jason walked in, "Quatrina, you need to start getting out there." he looked at Quatre, "Am I interrupting something?" Jason was a tall muscular man, with black hair, and brown eyes. He wore a head set, jeans, and a T-shirt with a picture of me on it.
"No, I was just leaving." I pushed some of my trademark long hair (Which went down to my ankles) behind my ear and started following Jason out the door, "You can watch backstage if you wish."
Quatre didn't say anything, he just followed us out.
After the show Quatre talked with Nash while I took a shower. Once I was washed and dressed Jason entered my room. "Wonderful, you did great! You seemed to have a great deal of energy," he said.
"With that many screaming fans it's hard not to." I said.
Jason walked over to me and kissed me, "Who was that guy who was in here earlier?"
"Just an old family friend." I half-lied.
"Oh, well don't stay up too late, you have another concert tomorrow." Jason said opening the door, "Love ya!"
"Yeah, I know." I said. I turned to my vanity and began brushing my hair.
"An old family friend, huh?" Quatre asked entering my room with Nash.
"Yeah." I said.
"We were more than that." Quatre said.
"Yeah, were." I pointed out.
"Quatrina, I offered Quatre to stay with us tonight, okay." Nash said.
"Sure whatever." I said.
"I'm going to look around for a bit." Quatre said walking out the door.
"What's wrong with you?" Nash asked once Quatre left.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"An old family friend?"
"Yeah."
"Quatrina, you know that's not true."
"So what are you telling me? That I should just forget how he left me and broke my heart? That I'm supposed to forget how he gave me everything and then took it away? How he changed my life? I'm supposed to forget everything, am I?"
"You have all this because of him." he motioned to the room.
"I could've lived without all this." I sat down in my vanity chair, "Nash, this isn't going to last forever. But Quatre and I could've lasted forever, we really could have."
"Do you truly believe that?"
"I do."
"What about Jason?"
"What about him?"
"Quatre saw you kissing. It hurt him."
"Oh, so I'm supposed to wait for him, and drop everything for him when he finally decides to come back?"
"That's not what I'm saying. It hurt him, that's all."
"Nash, you may be my twin brother, but you don't know as much about me as you think. I hurt too. Every day for the last ten years I hurt. Not a single day went by when I didn't think about him. And when I finally give up, he comes back. Tell me, please, tell me Nash, that, that doesn't hurt." Tears began to fill my eyes.
"Aw, sis, c'mon, don't cry." Nash said walking over to me and hugging me, "I know you hurt. And I didn't mean to make you cry."
"It's okay, it wasn't you." I said wiping my eyes.
"Do you love Jason?" Quatre asked from the doorway.
Nash and I both jumped. "No, I don't. Why?"
"Because he said that you'd been together for a long time, and that he thought things would get better and eventually turn to marriage." Quatre explained.
"No, we just have a good working relationship."
"Then how come you were kissing him?"
"Because we kiss sometimes. There's no passion behind it, at least not for me."
Quatre looked at me lovingly, "I missed you." he walked over to me, "Not a day went by when I didn't think about you and regret what I did."
"Quatre, please don't." I begged.
"I'm serious." he knelt down in front of me, "I'm sorry."
I stood up and walked to my door, "Then maybe you shouldn't have broken my heart all those years ago." And I left.
"Oh boy." Nash said shaking his head.
"Hey Jason." I said when I found my manager.
"What?" he asked turning his attention to me.
"Why did you tell Quatre that we were serious and that you wanted to get married?" I inquired.
"Because he looked so sad. I was just teasing him." Jason said.
"Well, he took it seriously." I told him.
"I really wouldn't mind it if it got that way." Jason said inching closer to me, "I must say that a kiss would be much better if there was some passion behind it."
I blushed, "You think so do you?"
"Why don't we try it?" Jason asked wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his body against mine.
I smiled, and almost complied with his request, but I saw Nash shaking his head, Quatre standing behind him, "Nice try." I said pushing myself out of his arms.
Jason smiled, "I thought I had you that time."
"I'll see you later Jason." I said walking away from him and toward my brother and Quatre.
Quatre walked away as I neared them. Nash however, stood still. "That was crewed."
"You followed me. And besides, I didn't kiss him." I said, "We should just get Quatre and leave. Him being here just makes things worse. He gets in the way."
"You shouldn't have said that." Nash said with a worried look on his face.
"Why?" I asked.
"So I'm just an obstruction, always getting in the way?" Quatre asked from behind me.
I turned around, "Quatre!"
"If you want me to leave, Quatrina, I can." his voice was low.
I opened my mouth to speak, but Nash spoke instead, "Quatre, let's go get some dinner." he looked at me, "We'll see you at the house."
"Yeah, whatever." I said as they walked away.
That night Quatre slept in my bed, while I slept on the couch in the living room. Quatre didn't like the arrangement, but I had insisted, and Quatre didn't want to argue. I lay there that night thinking of the day's events.
"Quatrina?" There was a low whisper.
I sat up and saw the blonde man I secretly loved. "Hey." I said quietly.
He walked over to me and sat down, "Can we talk?"
"Quatre, I'm sorry about what I said earlier, I didn't mean it." I apologized.
"I know you didn't." he smiled, "Quatrina, I just want to know one thing."
"What?" I asked.
"I want to know if you still have feelings for me," he said quietly looking at his hands.
My heart pounded, I did, but I couldn't let him know, he would hurt me again, "No, I don't." I lied.
"That's a lie." my brother's voice rang out. "Nash, this is none of your business." I said, almost angry.
"Yes it is." he argued, "You are my sister, and he is my friend. I don't want either of you hurt because of a lie."
"Go away." I hissed.
"No, I can hear your thoughts, and I know that you're lying." Nash said walking closer.
"You lie." I said. I was now beginning to get frightened. I knew that Nash could hear my thoughts, I could hear his. We'd known this ever since we were young.
'Tell him the truth.' Nash's lips didn't move, but I heard him.
"No." I said aloud.
'TELL HIM.' my brother screamed through his mind.
'I can't,' I thought, 'Nash, please understand, my heart was broken because of this man. I don't want to be hurt again'
'He won't hurt you. Look into his eyes, you will see that he truly does love you.' he continued speaking with his mind.
Tears filled my eyes, 'Please Nash, let me be. Let my heart heal itself. Don't force me to, please'
'You'll hurt more if you lie to him'
'No I won't'
"Quatre," he said, "Tell her you won't hurt her again."
"Quatrina, I promise I won't hurt you again. I was stupid to do that, I wasn't thinking. Your mother had gotten to me," he paused, "I've thought of you everyday for the last ten years. I hated myself for thinking age would matter."
"Quatre, I..." I began.
"Please, tell me the truth, even if it'll hurt me." Quatre pleaded.
"I don't love you." I lied again.
'Quatrina, think about what you just said, this decision could change your life forever.' Nash thought.
"I know Nash," I said, "I know."
Nash shook his head and walked away.
Quatre sighed and stood up, "Okay."
"I'm sorry." I whispered, almost more for me than him.
Quatre stayed around for the next couple days. He stayed with Nash most of the time, and we avoided each other. I felt bad for the lie I had told him. I had hurt him the way he had hurt me. I had to set it right, the only thing was, I didn't know how. He wouldn't talk to me.
I sat in my changing room, ten minutes before my show and thought about what I could do. Then it struck me, I'd sing to him, that would be easy enough. And I hoped with all my heart that it would work.
As I walked on stage that night my heart pounded more than it ever had before. And I had almost forgotten, even thought I had rehearsed, and Jason had told me a million times, that this show was going to be broadcast live. The music started and I began singing one of my best songs. The crowd cheered.
I sang and danced all through the next hour, stopping to comment on things, and tell little stories now and then. But soon I had to end.
"You have all been a wonderful audience tonight, and I wanted to thank you. But before my last song I need a volunteer." I said, and everyone cheered and raised their hands eagerly. I looked around and chose a girl in the front. I grabbed her hand and helped her into the stage. "What's your name?"
"Angela." the girl answered tentatively.
"And how old are you?"
"16."
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I want to be a singer, like you."
"That's great! Did you know that when I was 15 I wrote my first song? And that song was how I got famous?"
"No."
"Well I was, so don't stop dreaming, okay." I thanked the girl and she returned to her spot on the floor. "I wrote my very first song about a man I loved very much. That man is here today," I walked over to Quatre, who was offstage, and pulled him on stage with me, "and I would like to dedicate this song to him."
The band began playing and the crowd cheered once again. I looked at Quatre began to sing:
You stood by me, you held my hand,
So when you left, I didn't understand.
You'd kiss my lips so tenderly,
And talk to me so lovingly.
And when we'd walk alone at night,
The love between us was our light.
I loved you with every inch of my heart,
And so I never thought we would be apart.
You left me that day, along with my heart,
And I still wonder why you ever thought it was smart.
So now every day, I long for your kiss,
And every day, you're the one that I miss.
The love of my life that just ran away,
The one that I really had wanted to stay.
I loved you with every inch of my heart,
And so I never thought we would be apart.
You left me that day, along with my heart,
And I still wonder why you ever thought it was smart.
And as life goes by, I'll always think of you,
No matter what happens, no matter what's new.
I'll love you forever, love you to the end,
And through this song, to you my love I'll send.
I loved you with every inch of my heart,
And so I never thought we would be apart.
You left me that day, along with my heart,
And I still wonder why you ever thought it was smart.
And still I wonder why, what went through your heart?
Why did you ever tear us apart?
The band finished playing and the building filled with applause.
"Thank you all again." I said, "Have a wonderful night."
Quatre looked at me, "I'm sorry."
I turned of my mic. and took it off, "Quatre I lied to you the other day." I admitted, "I still love you as much as I did ten years ago."
"I knew you did." And at that, he leaned down and kissed me, right there in front of everybody.
There were whistles and whoops, as well as claps as we stayed locked at the lips.
'SOS.' my brother's voice rang through my head.
I pulled away from my lover and looked around. I had forgotten about all the cameras, this was something that was sure to be all over the news.
"Let's go." I grabbed Quatre's hand and pulled him off stage, "Oh, this is bad."
"Why?" Quatre asked.
"Do you have anything to loose by doing that?" I asked.
"No, why?" Quatre sounded confused.
"Because it will be all over the news." I informed him.
"What the hell was that?" my manager asked furiously as he walked toward me.
"Jason, I'm sorry. That wasn't supposed to happen." I apologized.
"This will give us unwanted attention. Everyone thought you were going out with that other guy." Jason said.
"No way, I went to couple parties with him, but that's it." I said.
"What about Christina?" Jason asked.
"Who's Christina?" Quatre asked.
"Quatre, we have to do some talking later. But for now please go to my room and wait for me." I said.
"Okay." and he walked away.
"What does Christina have to do with it?" I asked.
"You had a baby with that guy." Jason said.
"His name is Alan, and leave my daughter out of this." I demanded.
"Fine, but you'd better think of something fast." Jason suggested.
"Okay." I said and I walked off.
When I entered my changing room I saw Quatre sitting on my vanity chair. I grabbed another chair and sat across from him.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Look, there's a lot that you probably don't know about me." I said quietly.
"What's on your mind?" Quatre asked.
"When you left ten years ago, my heart broke so much that I wrote that song. I also sung that song at my next choir concert. Little did I know that there was a recorder there. That was my first step, gradually I began to get famous. My song climbed the charts, and I soon began making CD's.
"I had become good friends at the time with a boy my age. And the night I found out my song had hit number one, he was there and we celebrated. But we got drunk and ended up doing things. The result of that was my daughter Christina." I paused, "I never really loved this man, but we've gone places together, and he cares for Christina while I'm gone."
"How old is she?" Quatre asked, almost trance-like.
"Two."
"Who's the guy?"
"It's Alan."
"Alan? As in Alan Yuy, Heero and Relena's boy?"
I nodded, "I never thought you'd come back." I looked down at my hands.
"There's something else isn't there?" Quatre asked, seeing the look on my face.
"Jason once asked me to marry him." I told Quatre.
"Why didn't you?"
"It was five years ago, and back then I still had hopes that you would come back. I wanted you to come back." I looked at him, "I never forgave my mother for what she did." Just then my cell phone rang and scared us both. I picked it up and saw that the caller was one of my parents. I rolled my eyes and sighed, "This should be interesting." I punched the on button, "Hello."
"Hey dear." My mother's voice called back.
"Hi mom." I said plainly.
"So Quatre finally appeared?" Kyna asked.
"What do you want mother?" I asked a little annoyed.
"Dear, I just think you should rethink being with Quatre." Kyna said.
"Mom I don't care what you think, I love Quatre." I argued.
Quatre stood up, "Give me the phone." I complied. "Kyna, this is Quatre."
"Hello, Quatre how are things going?" Kyna asked.
"This is no idle chatter." Quatre said sternly, "You shouldn't be keeping your daughter from being happy."
"Why'd you go back? She could've been happier with Alan." Kyna stated.
"I came back because I love her."
"I still don't understand."
"Stop it!" I yelled, "I'm not going to hear this." I took the phone from Quatre, "Kyna if you have a problem with Quatre and me being together, too bad! I won't let you tear us apart again." And I hung up the phone.
"You just hung up on your mother!" Quatre sounded surprised.
"That woman is not my mother." Tears swelled in my eyes from frustration, "She's just a cranky only woman who doesn't want me to be happy, because I achieved something she never could." The tears now brimmed over my eyes lids and slid down my cheeks.
"It's been so long since I've seen you cry." he wrapped his arms around me, "It's okay, we can be together regardless of what your mother says." he kissed my hot forehead, "I'll never leave you again, I promise."
"I don't understand why she's doing all this." I sobbed.
"Hush now." Quatre lifted my head and wiped away my tears.
I smiled, "That's how this all began."
"You're right." he leaned down and kissed me, but our kiss was cut short, because my phone rang once again.
When I looked at the caller ID I picked up the phone immediately, "Hey Alan!" I said cheerfully.
"Hey." Alan's voice was cheerful.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I just saw that you were coming to our town and was wondering if you and Nash would like to stay with me and Christina?" Alan asked.
"That would be great!" I exclaimed.
"Quatre can come too." Alan said, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Oh," I paused, "I'm sorry Alan. Did Christina see?"
"No, she fell asleep." he said, "She always has to fall asleep to your voice. She misses you."
I smiled, "I miss her too."
"I miss you too." Alan said quietly.
"Oh, Alan." I said.
There was a short pause, "Well, I guess I'll see you next week." Alan said.
"Okay, we'll be there."
"Good bye."
"Bye." I hung up the phone and looked at Quatre, "We're going to stay with Alan next week okay?"
"Okay."
"I'm so excited!" I cooed as Nash, Quatre and I walked down the street to Alan's house. Nash and I wore sunglasses and hats so we couldn't be recognized.
"She's two right?" Nash asked.
"Yep." I answered, "It's right over here." I pointed to a house, and journeyed to the patio.
The door opened before I could knock, and Christina flew into my arms. "Momma!"
"Hey baby." I said hugging her tight.
"Hi everyone." Alan said.
"Hi Alan." I said picking Christina up, and walking into the house, Quatre and Nash at my heels.
"Glad to see you all." Alan's said.
"What's up bro?" Nash said hugging Alan.
"Not much. Yourself?" Alan asked shutting the door.
"Ah, the norm." Nash said removing his hat and sunglasses, as I had previously.
"It's good to see you." I said putting Christina down and hugging Alan.
"You too." Alan said.
"Mommy, hold me." Christina said reaching her arms up. I picked her up, "I missed you mommy."
"I missed you too, sweetie." I said.
"Where are your bags?" Alan asked.
"Jason is going to drop them by later." Nash explained.
"Okay." Alan said.
"Hello Alan." Quatre chimed in, offering his hand.
"Quatre." Alan took his hand, "Quatrina, can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure." I looked at Christina, "Go to uncle Nash for a moment okay dear."
"Unky Nash, unky Nash, unky Nash." Christina chanted.
Nash took her from me and Alan and I went to Alan's room.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I was rather hopping that Quatre wouldn't come." Alan admitted.
"Why?" I asked sitting on the bed.
Alan sat next to me, "Because I had hoped that we could spend some time together."
"We can still do that." I pointed out.
"Not like I had hoped. I wanted you to love me." Alan's voice was low.
"But I do love you." I said.
"Not the way I love you." he took my hands into his, "I was so glad that we had Christina, she meant that we would be tied together forever."
"Alan we are..."
"I want you to love me the way you love Quatre." There was a short silence.
"I'm sorry." I finally said. Alan leaned forward to kiss me, but I pulled away, stood up and walked out of the room. When I got down stairs Christina was talking to Quatre and Nash. Telling them things she had done with her father.
Days had passed and I had one concert in which everyone in the house was present. The rest of the week I spent with Alan and my daughter.
One day, however, was spent entirely with Quatre. But that night I couldn't sleep. I walked into Quatre's room and watched him. I saw his hair all over he pillow, and his delicate chest rose with every breath he took. And the moonlight that shone on him, made him look like an angle. Only Christina sleeping could be equal to that sight. I just stood and watched him, until he stirred and woke up.
"Quatrina!" he said surprised.
"I couldn't sleep." I said. I walked over to the bed and climbed on it, soon straddling his body.
"What're you doing?" Quatre asked.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you." I said, "Quatre, I want you. I need you."
"What do you mean?" Quatre asked.
"Kiss me, touch me." I half-demanded.
"Here? Now?" he asked.
"Yes." I leaned down and kissed him, "Make love to me!"
"What about Christina and Alan?"
"What about them? I want you, that's all that matters."
I could feel him go hard as he protested, "No, not now." he tired to get up but I pushed him down.
"Come now, you know you want it."
"No, Quatrina, not now, not here." He rolled over, pinning me under him.
I was surprised, I didn't thing he was strong enough to do that, "Wow, Quatre."
"Either you leave, or I'll leave." Quatre said removing himself.
"Okay, I'll go." I said getting off the bed, "But at least kiss me again."
Quatre did as I asked and said, "Now go to bed."
I postponed my tour so I could spend more time with Christina, which was both good and bad. Quatre had noticed an old business companion was in town and then went out for dinner one night as Nash, Alan, Christina and I ate pizza and watched movies.
I put Christina to bed as Nash sat in his room writing a song, and Alan was in his room getting ready for bed as well.
I sang the toddler to sleep, and as I turned out the light and shut the door quietly, I heard a car drive up outside. I walked to the door expecting to meet my love. But as I looked outside I saw Quatre and his "friend" holding each other tight and locked at the lips.
My eyes filled with tears 'Nash,' I called through my mind, 'look out your window and tell me what you see'
'Oh Quatrina!' I heard him replay.
'I thought so.' Tears now streamed down my face and I slammed the door and began running up the stairs.
"What was that?" Quatre asked pulling away and looking at the door.
"What does it matter?" the woman asked, "We're together again."
Quatre saw my figure through the window above the door, "Quatrina!" he pushed away from the woman in his arms, "I'll call you later," he said running toward the door.
"Bye." the woman called.
'Don't go to Alan.' Nash said in my mind. But it was too late, I had barged into Alan's room a couple seconds ago. He'd gotten off the bed and his arms were already around me.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Quatre was kissing someone else." I sobbed.
"What!?" Alan asked setting me on the bed.
"The girl he was with, he was kissing her." I repeated through my tears.
"Quatrina!" Quatre appeared at the door.
"Go away." I cried.
"Quatrina please." Quatre begged, moving into the room.
"You heard her." Alan said sternly, "Leave!"
"Just let me explain, please." Quatre begged.
"Go away!" I screamed.
"OUT!" Alan yelled, pointing to the door. Quatre left, and Nash entered.
"Quatrina." Nash walked over to me and pulled me into his arms.
"Oh Nash." I sobbed, "He promised he wouldn't hurt me, he promised."
"I know." Nash rocked me, "I know."
"Quatrina," Alan kneeled down in front of me, "you can stay with me tonight if you want to."
"It's alright." I stood and wiped my eyes, "I'm going to bed." But as I walked into my room Quatre sat on my bed. "I don't want to talk to you." I said getting into my suitcase and pulling out a nightgown.
"But I want to talk to you." he got up and walked over to me, "I'm sorry Quatrina."
"And that's supposed to change everything?" I asked.
"No, but please let me explain." he placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I'll say it again, I don't want to talk." I said shaking his hand off my shoulder.
"I'm not leaving until we talk." Quatre said.
"Then I'll leave." I turned away from him and left the room. "He's so stupid." I told myself as I knocked on Alan's door.
It opened. "Oh, hi." Alan said.
"Is you offer still up? Quatre's in my room." I explained.
"Yeah, come on in." Alan said stepping aside.
"I have to change still." I said holding up my nightgown.
"Okay, I'll leave for a moment." Alan said.
"Oh, don't worry about it." I said, "It's not like you've never seen me naked before." I took off my shirt.
"We were drunk," he said turning around.
"So? We both know that we remember it. We weren't as drunk as we say we were." I took off my bra and slipped on the nightgown.
"All the same." he said.
"Get over it." I said, "It's not like it matters." I slipped off my jeans and sat on the bed, "Which side?"
"I get the right." Alan said.
"Okay." I crawled into the bed, "Do you ever regret what we did?"
Alan got in next to me, "No, my only regret was that we were drunk," he paused to turn off his bed side lamp, "and that you didn't love me when we did it."
I was silent as I laid down, "I have to leave on Friday."
"I know." Alan said, "Christina will be devastated.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?" I asked.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I think it would be good for Christina. She could see what I do first hand, and see the U.S."
"That would be nice."
"Yeah, it would." There was silence for a while until I said, "Alan, thanks for everything."
"No prob." he rolled over, "Good night."
"Night."
I avoided Quatre for the next two days, but since we had to leave soon, I realized that we would have to talk sooner or later. Nash had been bothering me also. No matter how hard I tried to keep him out, he kept coming into my head and telling me that I had to talk to Quatre.
As I sat in my room on Wednesday and thought about upcoming events, there was a knock on my door.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"Quatrina," Quatre's voice rang through the door, "I know you don't want to talk to me but..."
"Come in." I interrupted.
Quatre walked in and closed the door behind him, "Are you still mad at me?"
"No, just still hurt." I continued sitting on my bed.
He walked over to me, "That wasn't supposed to happen." he sat down beside me, "She kissed me first."
"But you consented." I pointed out.
"It's true, I did, and I hate myself for it. Please, you have to forgive me," he begged.
"Who was she?"
"An old girlfriend, her name is Erika."
"Why didn't you tell me about her?"
"You didn't tell me about all of your boyfriends."
"Yeah I did. I was so devastated after you left that I didn't date anyone, Alan was an acceptation."
"But he wasn't your boyfriend?"
"No, he wasn't?"
"I'm sorry."
"Quatre, I'll forgive you, but I don't know if we can be together anymore."
"Please don't say that." Quatre took hold of my hands, "I love you. I promise I'll never hurt you again."
"That's what you said last time."
"I know, and I truly am sorry."
"I know you are, but what am I supposed to say?" Quatre was quiet, "I love you, I truly do, but I can't live knowing that you'll hurt me again. Alan and Christina are coming with us when we leave. You can come if you want." I got up and walked to the door, "I'm very sorry."
Tour continued nicely. And though the bond between Alan and I strengthened, my love for Quatre remained strong. He had come with us, and Jason was rather unhappy that the bus was getting crowded, but he enjoyed it, you could tell.
Everyone got to know one another, and all of the band members had become like uncles to Christina. They all cared for her very much, and she loved the things they taught her.
A couple months passed and one day while looking through my closet in the bus, for a gown for a Ball, I came across the dress Quatre had bought me. I hadn't grown much since then. I had actually lost weight, so I pulled it out of the closet and put it on. It fit nicely. I also put the shoes on, and a ring, necklace, bracelet, and earrings he had bought for me too. I look at myself in the mirror, and I pulled my long hair up into a simple ponytail.
All the boys were already inside the building, dancing and having fun. As I walked in Quatre looked at me and smiled ear-to-ear.
"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" I asked as he walked toward me.
"You look wonderful," he said. A new song began to play and he offered me his hand, "Shall we?"
I took his hand, "Of course."
He led me out to the floor and we danced silently, our eyes meeting occasionally for seconds at a time.
When the music stopped we parted. "Wow," a voice said behind me, "A pop star that can slow dance."
I turned around and faced the blonde man behind me. I looked at him for a while then smiled, "Eric is that you?"
He smiled, "Hey Quatrina."
"Oh my gosh, how are you?" I asked flinging my arms around him.
"Great! And you?" Eric hugged me back.
"I'm wonderful! It's so great to see you." I said.
A new song started and Eric offered me his hand, and we began to dance. "How are thing's going with you and Quatre?" he asked.
"I'm afraid they aren't."
"Why?"
"I found him kissing a lover he never told me about."
"Did you tell him about us?"
"No, but that's different. I wasn't kissing you."
"Very true, but we did far worse."
"Perhaps it's best he not know." My mind traveled back ten years. Eric and I had gone to junior Prom together. However, we had left an hour early with some of our friends and Eric's older brother, who was driving. The two other couples had insisted on going to a hotel, where, despite our effort, we were forced to stay there, having no other way of getting home.
My sorrow from loosing Quatre was still great, and I soon began to get frustrated and cried. Eric's efforts to stop my pain soon turned to confessions of love, on his part, then kissing, and so on. My judgment had been clouded by grief. The outcome of that night had been a horribly wonderful one.
I had for the first time in my life, become pregnant, at age 16. Eric was ecstatic, but I grieved more for Quatre now. I had betrayed him, I had given myself to another. No one other that me, Eric, and Nash (Who had read my mind) knew.
But one day, after seeing Quatre, my grief was so great that I locked myself in my room, and soon had a miscarriage.
"Hello?" Eric's voice disturbed my thoughts.
"Sorry." I said, "So, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Actually, a wife."
"That's great, is she here?"
"No she's at home with Marcy, our daughter. She's sick."
"Well I hope she gets better."
"She adores you, Marcy does."
"That's nice."
The music once again stopped "Do you think you could come visit Marcy? She and Sarah would love to meet you." He stepped back and dropped my hands.
"Of course, I would love to."
The next day I went and visited Eric, and met his wonderful wife, and beautiful daughter. I sang for them, and autographed a picture. And we played a few games. And I gave them back stage passes to my next concert.
As time went on, Alan and I grew much closer. But Quatre still lingered, and Alan saw that.
Alan sat alone on the bus as everyone got ready for another concert. In his hand he held a ring box. As he twirled it, he pondered. Quatre walked onto the bus and looked at the blonde haired, blue-eyed boy.
"I'm going to ask her to marry me." Alan stated quietly.
Quatre's eyes filled with grief, but his voice didn't show it, "Congratulations."
"Do you think she'll accept?" Alan asked looking up at the man in front of him.
"I don't know." Quatre answered honestly, "But there's only one way to know."
"Yeah, you're right."
"Are you coming? The show is starting soon."
"Yeah."
They walked of the bus and into the building.
During the concert I sang, "I don't understand." And as I did, Alan noticed the passion and heart I put into it, as well as how much I looked at Quatre. He pulled Quatre aside and handed him the ring.
"Here, she loves you so much more that she could ever love me," he said.
"Alan, I can't." Quatre protested.
"Please." the boy begged, "It's for the better. All I want is to see her happy. And she'll be happy with you. She loves you, she always has, and always will."
Quatre opened the box and looked at the ring inside, "No." He said.
"Do it." Alan demanded, "I won't take no for an answer." And he walked off.
Later that night Quatre proposed during dinner, and I accepted with tears of joy running down my cheeks.
And six months later we were married. And I have to say that we've lived quite happily ever since, with our four children.
THE END
Okay okay, not the best story I've ever written, but there it is. Please review. And I hope you read more of my work. :)
10 years later
"Come in." I said as someone knocked on my changing room door, "I'm glad that you came Jason, I needed something..." my voice trailed off as I turned around.
"Hey."
There in my doorway stood, not my manager Jason, but my long lost love, Quatre. I stepped back and ran into my vanity, "Quatre?" I whispered.
"Wow, a famous pop star. You've come so far in ten years." Quatre said.
"How'd you get back here?" I asked turning around and picking up my make-up. "Nash, he saw me and told the security guard to let me in." Quatre explained.
"Ah, yes, my beloved brother." I said. He had traveled with me, playing the drums.
"You're still as beautiful as ever." Quatre smiled.
"Look, I don't know what you want from me Quatre, but I have a show in five minutes." I said.
Just then, my manager Jason walked in, "Quatrina, you need to start getting out there." he looked at Quatre, "Am I interrupting something?" Jason was a tall muscular man, with black hair, and brown eyes. He wore a head set, jeans, and a T-shirt with a picture of me on it.
"No, I was just leaving." I pushed some of my trademark long hair (Which went down to my ankles) behind my ear and started following Jason out the door, "You can watch backstage if you wish."
Quatre didn't say anything, he just followed us out.
After the show Quatre talked with Nash while I took a shower. Once I was washed and dressed Jason entered my room. "Wonderful, you did great! You seemed to have a great deal of energy," he said.
"With that many screaming fans it's hard not to." I said.
Jason walked over to me and kissed me, "Who was that guy who was in here earlier?"
"Just an old family friend." I half-lied.
"Oh, well don't stay up too late, you have another concert tomorrow." Jason said opening the door, "Love ya!"
"Yeah, I know." I said. I turned to my vanity and began brushing my hair.
"An old family friend, huh?" Quatre asked entering my room with Nash.
"Yeah." I said.
"We were more than that." Quatre said.
"Yeah, were." I pointed out.
"Quatrina, I offered Quatre to stay with us tonight, okay." Nash said.
"Sure whatever." I said.
"I'm going to look around for a bit." Quatre said walking out the door.
"What's wrong with you?" Nash asked once Quatre left.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"An old family friend?"
"Yeah."
"Quatrina, you know that's not true."
"So what are you telling me? That I should just forget how he left me and broke my heart? That I'm supposed to forget how he gave me everything and then took it away? How he changed my life? I'm supposed to forget everything, am I?"
"You have all this because of him." he motioned to the room.
"I could've lived without all this." I sat down in my vanity chair, "Nash, this isn't going to last forever. But Quatre and I could've lasted forever, we really could have."
"Do you truly believe that?"
"I do."
"What about Jason?"
"What about him?"
"Quatre saw you kissing. It hurt him."
"Oh, so I'm supposed to wait for him, and drop everything for him when he finally decides to come back?"
"That's not what I'm saying. It hurt him, that's all."
"Nash, you may be my twin brother, but you don't know as much about me as you think. I hurt too. Every day for the last ten years I hurt. Not a single day went by when I didn't think about him. And when I finally give up, he comes back. Tell me, please, tell me Nash, that, that doesn't hurt." Tears began to fill my eyes.
"Aw, sis, c'mon, don't cry." Nash said walking over to me and hugging me, "I know you hurt. And I didn't mean to make you cry."
"It's okay, it wasn't you." I said wiping my eyes.
"Do you love Jason?" Quatre asked from the doorway.
Nash and I both jumped. "No, I don't. Why?"
"Because he said that you'd been together for a long time, and that he thought things would get better and eventually turn to marriage." Quatre explained.
"No, we just have a good working relationship."
"Then how come you were kissing him?"
"Because we kiss sometimes. There's no passion behind it, at least not for me."
Quatre looked at me lovingly, "I missed you." he walked over to me, "Not a day went by when I didn't think about you and regret what I did."
"Quatre, please don't." I begged.
"I'm serious." he knelt down in front of me, "I'm sorry."
I stood up and walked to my door, "Then maybe you shouldn't have broken my heart all those years ago." And I left.
"Oh boy." Nash said shaking his head.
"Hey Jason." I said when I found my manager.
"What?" he asked turning his attention to me.
"Why did you tell Quatre that we were serious and that you wanted to get married?" I inquired.
"Because he looked so sad. I was just teasing him." Jason said.
"Well, he took it seriously." I told him.
"I really wouldn't mind it if it got that way." Jason said inching closer to me, "I must say that a kiss would be much better if there was some passion behind it."
I blushed, "You think so do you?"
"Why don't we try it?" Jason asked wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his body against mine.
I smiled, and almost complied with his request, but I saw Nash shaking his head, Quatre standing behind him, "Nice try." I said pushing myself out of his arms.
Jason smiled, "I thought I had you that time."
"I'll see you later Jason." I said walking away from him and toward my brother and Quatre.
Quatre walked away as I neared them. Nash however, stood still. "That was crewed."
"You followed me. And besides, I didn't kiss him." I said, "We should just get Quatre and leave. Him being here just makes things worse. He gets in the way."
"You shouldn't have said that." Nash said with a worried look on his face.
"Why?" I asked.
"So I'm just an obstruction, always getting in the way?" Quatre asked from behind me.
I turned around, "Quatre!"
"If you want me to leave, Quatrina, I can." his voice was low.
I opened my mouth to speak, but Nash spoke instead, "Quatre, let's go get some dinner." he looked at me, "We'll see you at the house."
"Yeah, whatever." I said as they walked away.
That night Quatre slept in my bed, while I slept on the couch in the living room. Quatre didn't like the arrangement, but I had insisted, and Quatre didn't want to argue. I lay there that night thinking of the day's events.
"Quatrina?" There was a low whisper.
I sat up and saw the blonde man I secretly loved. "Hey." I said quietly.
He walked over to me and sat down, "Can we talk?"
"Quatre, I'm sorry about what I said earlier, I didn't mean it." I apologized.
"I know you didn't." he smiled, "Quatrina, I just want to know one thing."
"What?" I asked.
"I want to know if you still have feelings for me," he said quietly looking at his hands.
My heart pounded, I did, but I couldn't let him know, he would hurt me again, "No, I don't." I lied.
"That's a lie." my brother's voice rang out. "Nash, this is none of your business." I said, almost angry.
"Yes it is." he argued, "You are my sister, and he is my friend. I don't want either of you hurt because of a lie."
"Go away." I hissed.
"No, I can hear your thoughts, and I know that you're lying." Nash said walking closer.
"You lie." I said. I was now beginning to get frightened. I knew that Nash could hear my thoughts, I could hear his. We'd known this ever since we were young.
'Tell him the truth.' Nash's lips didn't move, but I heard him.
"No." I said aloud.
'TELL HIM.' my brother screamed through his mind.
'I can't,' I thought, 'Nash, please understand, my heart was broken because of this man. I don't want to be hurt again'
'He won't hurt you. Look into his eyes, you will see that he truly does love you.' he continued speaking with his mind.
Tears filled my eyes, 'Please Nash, let me be. Let my heart heal itself. Don't force me to, please'
'You'll hurt more if you lie to him'
'No I won't'
"Quatre," he said, "Tell her you won't hurt her again."
"Quatrina, I promise I won't hurt you again. I was stupid to do that, I wasn't thinking. Your mother had gotten to me," he paused, "I've thought of you everyday for the last ten years. I hated myself for thinking age would matter."
"Quatre, I..." I began.
"Please, tell me the truth, even if it'll hurt me." Quatre pleaded.
"I don't love you." I lied again.
'Quatrina, think about what you just said, this decision could change your life forever.' Nash thought.
"I know Nash," I said, "I know."
Nash shook his head and walked away.
Quatre sighed and stood up, "Okay."
"I'm sorry." I whispered, almost more for me than him.
Quatre stayed around for the next couple days. He stayed with Nash most of the time, and we avoided each other. I felt bad for the lie I had told him. I had hurt him the way he had hurt me. I had to set it right, the only thing was, I didn't know how. He wouldn't talk to me.
I sat in my changing room, ten minutes before my show and thought about what I could do. Then it struck me, I'd sing to him, that would be easy enough. And I hoped with all my heart that it would work.
As I walked on stage that night my heart pounded more than it ever had before. And I had almost forgotten, even thought I had rehearsed, and Jason had told me a million times, that this show was going to be broadcast live. The music started and I began singing one of my best songs. The crowd cheered.
I sang and danced all through the next hour, stopping to comment on things, and tell little stories now and then. But soon I had to end.
"You have all been a wonderful audience tonight, and I wanted to thank you. But before my last song I need a volunteer." I said, and everyone cheered and raised their hands eagerly. I looked around and chose a girl in the front. I grabbed her hand and helped her into the stage. "What's your name?"
"Angela." the girl answered tentatively.
"And how old are you?"
"16."
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I want to be a singer, like you."
"That's great! Did you know that when I was 15 I wrote my first song? And that song was how I got famous?"
"No."
"Well I was, so don't stop dreaming, okay." I thanked the girl and she returned to her spot on the floor. "I wrote my very first song about a man I loved very much. That man is here today," I walked over to Quatre, who was offstage, and pulled him on stage with me, "and I would like to dedicate this song to him."
The band began playing and the crowd cheered once again. I looked at Quatre began to sing:
You stood by me, you held my hand,
So when you left, I didn't understand.
You'd kiss my lips so tenderly,
And talk to me so lovingly.
And when we'd walk alone at night,
The love between us was our light.
I loved you with every inch of my heart,
And so I never thought we would be apart.
You left me that day, along with my heart,
And I still wonder why you ever thought it was smart.
So now every day, I long for your kiss,
And every day, you're the one that I miss.
The love of my life that just ran away,
The one that I really had wanted to stay.
I loved you with every inch of my heart,
And so I never thought we would be apart.
You left me that day, along with my heart,
And I still wonder why you ever thought it was smart.
And as life goes by, I'll always think of you,
No matter what happens, no matter what's new.
I'll love you forever, love you to the end,
And through this song, to you my love I'll send.
I loved you with every inch of my heart,
And so I never thought we would be apart.
You left me that day, along with my heart,
And I still wonder why you ever thought it was smart.
And still I wonder why, what went through your heart?
Why did you ever tear us apart?
The band finished playing and the building filled with applause.
"Thank you all again." I said, "Have a wonderful night."
Quatre looked at me, "I'm sorry."
I turned of my mic. and took it off, "Quatre I lied to you the other day." I admitted, "I still love you as much as I did ten years ago."
"I knew you did." And at that, he leaned down and kissed me, right there in front of everybody.
There were whistles and whoops, as well as claps as we stayed locked at the lips.
'SOS.' my brother's voice rang through my head.
I pulled away from my lover and looked around. I had forgotten about all the cameras, this was something that was sure to be all over the news.
"Let's go." I grabbed Quatre's hand and pulled him off stage, "Oh, this is bad."
"Why?" Quatre asked.
"Do you have anything to loose by doing that?" I asked.
"No, why?" Quatre sounded confused.
"Because it will be all over the news." I informed him.
"What the hell was that?" my manager asked furiously as he walked toward me.
"Jason, I'm sorry. That wasn't supposed to happen." I apologized.
"This will give us unwanted attention. Everyone thought you were going out with that other guy." Jason said.
"No way, I went to couple parties with him, but that's it." I said.
"What about Christina?" Jason asked.
"Who's Christina?" Quatre asked.
"Quatre, we have to do some talking later. But for now please go to my room and wait for me." I said.
"Okay." and he walked away.
"What does Christina have to do with it?" I asked.
"You had a baby with that guy." Jason said.
"His name is Alan, and leave my daughter out of this." I demanded.
"Fine, but you'd better think of something fast." Jason suggested.
"Okay." I said and I walked off.
When I entered my changing room I saw Quatre sitting on my vanity chair. I grabbed another chair and sat across from him.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Look, there's a lot that you probably don't know about me." I said quietly.
"What's on your mind?" Quatre asked.
"When you left ten years ago, my heart broke so much that I wrote that song. I also sung that song at my next choir concert. Little did I know that there was a recorder there. That was my first step, gradually I began to get famous. My song climbed the charts, and I soon began making CD's.
"I had become good friends at the time with a boy my age. And the night I found out my song had hit number one, he was there and we celebrated. But we got drunk and ended up doing things. The result of that was my daughter Christina." I paused, "I never really loved this man, but we've gone places together, and he cares for Christina while I'm gone."
"How old is she?" Quatre asked, almost trance-like.
"Two."
"Who's the guy?"
"It's Alan."
"Alan? As in Alan Yuy, Heero and Relena's boy?"
I nodded, "I never thought you'd come back." I looked down at my hands.
"There's something else isn't there?" Quatre asked, seeing the look on my face.
"Jason once asked me to marry him." I told Quatre.
"Why didn't you?"
"It was five years ago, and back then I still had hopes that you would come back. I wanted you to come back." I looked at him, "I never forgave my mother for what she did." Just then my cell phone rang and scared us both. I picked it up and saw that the caller was one of my parents. I rolled my eyes and sighed, "This should be interesting." I punched the on button, "Hello."
"Hey dear." My mother's voice called back.
"Hi mom." I said plainly.
"So Quatre finally appeared?" Kyna asked.
"What do you want mother?" I asked a little annoyed.
"Dear, I just think you should rethink being with Quatre." Kyna said.
"Mom I don't care what you think, I love Quatre." I argued.
Quatre stood up, "Give me the phone." I complied. "Kyna, this is Quatre."
"Hello, Quatre how are things going?" Kyna asked.
"This is no idle chatter." Quatre said sternly, "You shouldn't be keeping your daughter from being happy."
"Why'd you go back? She could've been happier with Alan." Kyna stated.
"I came back because I love her."
"I still don't understand."
"Stop it!" I yelled, "I'm not going to hear this." I took the phone from Quatre, "Kyna if you have a problem with Quatre and me being together, too bad! I won't let you tear us apart again." And I hung up the phone.
"You just hung up on your mother!" Quatre sounded surprised.
"That woman is not my mother." Tears swelled in my eyes from frustration, "She's just a cranky only woman who doesn't want me to be happy, because I achieved something she never could." The tears now brimmed over my eyes lids and slid down my cheeks.
"It's been so long since I've seen you cry." he wrapped his arms around me, "It's okay, we can be together regardless of what your mother says." he kissed my hot forehead, "I'll never leave you again, I promise."
"I don't understand why she's doing all this." I sobbed.
"Hush now." Quatre lifted my head and wiped away my tears.
I smiled, "That's how this all began."
"You're right." he leaned down and kissed me, but our kiss was cut short, because my phone rang once again.
When I looked at the caller ID I picked up the phone immediately, "Hey Alan!" I said cheerfully.
"Hey." Alan's voice was cheerful.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I just saw that you were coming to our town and was wondering if you and Nash would like to stay with me and Christina?" Alan asked.
"That would be great!" I exclaimed.
"Quatre can come too." Alan said, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Oh," I paused, "I'm sorry Alan. Did Christina see?"
"No, she fell asleep." he said, "She always has to fall asleep to your voice. She misses you."
I smiled, "I miss her too."
"I miss you too." Alan said quietly.
"Oh, Alan." I said.
There was a short pause, "Well, I guess I'll see you next week." Alan said.
"Okay, we'll be there."
"Good bye."
"Bye." I hung up the phone and looked at Quatre, "We're going to stay with Alan next week okay?"
"Okay."
"I'm so excited!" I cooed as Nash, Quatre and I walked down the street to Alan's house. Nash and I wore sunglasses and hats so we couldn't be recognized.
"She's two right?" Nash asked.
"Yep." I answered, "It's right over here." I pointed to a house, and journeyed to the patio.
The door opened before I could knock, and Christina flew into my arms. "Momma!"
"Hey baby." I said hugging her tight.
"Hi everyone." Alan said.
"Hi Alan." I said picking Christina up, and walking into the house, Quatre and Nash at my heels.
"Glad to see you all." Alan's said.
"What's up bro?" Nash said hugging Alan.
"Not much. Yourself?" Alan asked shutting the door.
"Ah, the norm." Nash said removing his hat and sunglasses, as I had previously.
"It's good to see you." I said putting Christina down and hugging Alan.
"You too." Alan said.
"Mommy, hold me." Christina said reaching her arms up. I picked her up, "I missed you mommy."
"I missed you too, sweetie." I said.
"Where are your bags?" Alan asked.
"Jason is going to drop them by later." Nash explained.
"Okay." Alan said.
"Hello Alan." Quatre chimed in, offering his hand.
"Quatre." Alan took his hand, "Quatrina, can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure." I looked at Christina, "Go to uncle Nash for a moment okay dear."
"Unky Nash, unky Nash, unky Nash." Christina chanted.
Nash took her from me and Alan and I went to Alan's room.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I was rather hopping that Quatre wouldn't come." Alan admitted.
"Why?" I asked sitting on the bed.
Alan sat next to me, "Because I had hoped that we could spend some time together."
"We can still do that." I pointed out.
"Not like I had hoped. I wanted you to love me." Alan's voice was low.
"But I do love you." I said.
"Not the way I love you." he took my hands into his, "I was so glad that we had Christina, she meant that we would be tied together forever."
"Alan we are..."
"I want you to love me the way you love Quatre." There was a short silence.
"I'm sorry." I finally said. Alan leaned forward to kiss me, but I pulled away, stood up and walked out of the room. When I got down stairs Christina was talking to Quatre and Nash. Telling them things she had done with her father.
Days had passed and I had one concert in which everyone in the house was present. The rest of the week I spent with Alan and my daughter.
One day, however, was spent entirely with Quatre. But that night I couldn't sleep. I walked into Quatre's room and watched him. I saw his hair all over he pillow, and his delicate chest rose with every breath he took. And the moonlight that shone on him, made him look like an angle. Only Christina sleeping could be equal to that sight. I just stood and watched him, until he stirred and woke up.
"Quatrina!" he said surprised.
"I couldn't sleep." I said. I walked over to the bed and climbed on it, soon straddling his body.
"What're you doing?" Quatre asked.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you." I said, "Quatre, I want you. I need you."
"What do you mean?" Quatre asked.
"Kiss me, touch me." I half-demanded.
"Here? Now?" he asked.
"Yes." I leaned down and kissed him, "Make love to me!"
"What about Christina and Alan?"
"What about them? I want you, that's all that matters."
I could feel him go hard as he protested, "No, not now." he tired to get up but I pushed him down.
"Come now, you know you want it."
"No, Quatrina, not now, not here." He rolled over, pinning me under him.
I was surprised, I didn't thing he was strong enough to do that, "Wow, Quatre."
"Either you leave, or I'll leave." Quatre said removing himself.
"Okay, I'll go." I said getting off the bed, "But at least kiss me again."
Quatre did as I asked and said, "Now go to bed."
I postponed my tour so I could spend more time with Christina, which was both good and bad. Quatre had noticed an old business companion was in town and then went out for dinner one night as Nash, Alan, Christina and I ate pizza and watched movies.
I put Christina to bed as Nash sat in his room writing a song, and Alan was in his room getting ready for bed as well.
I sang the toddler to sleep, and as I turned out the light and shut the door quietly, I heard a car drive up outside. I walked to the door expecting to meet my love. But as I looked outside I saw Quatre and his "friend" holding each other tight and locked at the lips.
My eyes filled with tears 'Nash,' I called through my mind, 'look out your window and tell me what you see'
'Oh Quatrina!' I heard him replay.
'I thought so.' Tears now streamed down my face and I slammed the door and began running up the stairs.
"What was that?" Quatre asked pulling away and looking at the door.
"What does it matter?" the woman asked, "We're together again."
Quatre saw my figure through the window above the door, "Quatrina!" he pushed away from the woman in his arms, "I'll call you later," he said running toward the door.
"Bye." the woman called.
'Don't go to Alan.' Nash said in my mind. But it was too late, I had barged into Alan's room a couple seconds ago. He'd gotten off the bed and his arms were already around me.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Quatre was kissing someone else." I sobbed.
"What!?" Alan asked setting me on the bed.
"The girl he was with, he was kissing her." I repeated through my tears.
"Quatrina!" Quatre appeared at the door.
"Go away." I cried.
"Quatrina please." Quatre begged, moving into the room.
"You heard her." Alan said sternly, "Leave!"
"Just let me explain, please." Quatre begged.
"Go away!" I screamed.
"OUT!" Alan yelled, pointing to the door. Quatre left, and Nash entered.
"Quatrina." Nash walked over to me and pulled me into his arms.
"Oh Nash." I sobbed, "He promised he wouldn't hurt me, he promised."
"I know." Nash rocked me, "I know."
"Quatrina," Alan kneeled down in front of me, "you can stay with me tonight if you want to."
"It's alright." I stood and wiped my eyes, "I'm going to bed." But as I walked into my room Quatre sat on my bed. "I don't want to talk to you." I said getting into my suitcase and pulling out a nightgown.
"But I want to talk to you." he got up and walked over to me, "I'm sorry Quatrina."
"And that's supposed to change everything?" I asked.
"No, but please let me explain." he placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I'll say it again, I don't want to talk." I said shaking his hand off my shoulder.
"I'm not leaving until we talk." Quatre said.
"Then I'll leave." I turned away from him and left the room. "He's so stupid." I told myself as I knocked on Alan's door.
It opened. "Oh, hi." Alan said.
"Is you offer still up? Quatre's in my room." I explained.
"Yeah, come on in." Alan said stepping aside.
"I have to change still." I said holding up my nightgown.
"Okay, I'll leave for a moment." Alan said.
"Oh, don't worry about it." I said, "It's not like you've never seen me naked before." I took off my shirt.
"We were drunk," he said turning around.
"So? We both know that we remember it. We weren't as drunk as we say we were." I took off my bra and slipped on the nightgown.
"All the same." he said.
"Get over it." I said, "It's not like it matters." I slipped off my jeans and sat on the bed, "Which side?"
"I get the right." Alan said.
"Okay." I crawled into the bed, "Do you ever regret what we did?"
Alan got in next to me, "No, my only regret was that we were drunk," he paused to turn off his bed side lamp, "and that you didn't love me when we did it."
I was silent as I laid down, "I have to leave on Friday."
"I know." Alan said, "Christina will be devastated.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?" I asked.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I think it would be good for Christina. She could see what I do first hand, and see the U.S."
"That would be nice."
"Yeah, it would." There was silence for a while until I said, "Alan, thanks for everything."
"No prob." he rolled over, "Good night."
"Night."
I avoided Quatre for the next two days, but since we had to leave soon, I realized that we would have to talk sooner or later. Nash had been bothering me also. No matter how hard I tried to keep him out, he kept coming into my head and telling me that I had to talk to Quatre.
As I sat in my room on Wednesday and thought about upcoming events, there was a knock on my door.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"Quatrina," Quatre's voice rang through the door, "I know you don't want to talk to me but..."
"Come in." I interrupted.
Quatre walked in and closed the door behind him, "Are you still mad at me?"
"No, just still hurt." I continued sitting on my bed.
He walked over to me, "That wasn't supposed to happen." he sat down beside me, "She kissed me first."
"But you consented." I pointed out.
"It's true, I did, and I hate myself for it. Please, you have to forgive me," he begged.
"Who was she?"
"An old girlfriend, her name is Erika."
"Why didn't you tell me about her?"
"You didn't tell me about all of your boyfriends."
"Yeah I did. I was so devastated after you left that I didn't date anyone, Alan was an acceptation."
"But he wasn't your boyfriend?"
"No, he wasn't?"
"I'm sorry."
"Quatre, I'll forgive you, but I don't know if we can be together anymore."
"Please don't say that." Quatre took hold of my hands, "I love you. I promise I'll never hurt you again."
"That's what you said last time."
"I know, and I truly am sorry."
"I know you are, but what am I supposed to say?" Quatre was quiet, "I love you, I truly do, but I can't live knowing that you'll hurt me again. Alan and Christina are coming with us when we leave. You can come if you want." I got up and walked to the door, "I'm very sorry."
Tour continued nicely. And though the bond between Alan and I strengthened, my love for Quatre remained strong. He had come with us, and Jason was rather unhappy that the bus was getting crowded, but he enjoyed it, you could tell.
Everyone got to know one another, and all of the band members had become like uncles to Christina. They all cared for her very much, and she loved the things they taught her.
A couple months passed and one day while looking through my closet in the bus, for a gown for a Ball, I came across the dress Quatre had bought me. I hadn't grown much since then. I had actually lost weight, so I pulled it out of the closet and put it on. It fit nicely. I also put the shoes on, and a ring, necklace, bracelet, and earrings he had bought for me too. I look at myself in the mirror, and I pulled my long hair up into a simple ponytail.
All the boys were already inside the building, dancing and having fun. As I walked in Quatre looked at me and smiled ear-to-ear.
"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" I asked as he walked toward me.
"You look wonderful," he said. A new song began to play and he offered me his hand, "Shall we?"
I took his hand, "Of course."
He led me out to the floor and we danced silently, our eyes meeting occasionally for seconds at a time.
When the music stopped we parted. "Wow," a voice said behind me, "A pop star that can slow dance."
I turned around and faced the blonde man behind me. I looked at him for a while then smiled, "Eric is that you?"
He smiled, "Hey Quatrina."
"Oh my gosh, how are you?" I asked flinging my arms around him.
"Great! And you?" Eric hugged me back.
"I'm wonderful! It's so great to see you." I said.
A new song started and Eric offered me his hand, and we began to dance. "How are thing's going with you and Quatre?" he asked.
"I'm afraid they aren't."
"Why?"
"I found him kissing a lover he never told me about."
"Did you tell him about us?"
"No, but that's different. I wasn't kissing you."
"Very true, but we did far worse."
"Perhaps it's best he not know." My mind traveled back ten years. Eric and I had gone to junior Prom together. However, we had left an hour early with some of our friends and Eric's older brother, who was driving. The two other couples had insisted on going to a hotel, where, despite our effort, we were forced to stay there, having no other way of getting home.
My sorrow from loosing Quatre was still great, and I soon began to get frustrated and cried. Eric's efforts to stop my pain soon turned to confessions of love, on his part, then kissing, and so on. My judgment had been clouded by grief. The outcome of that night had been a horribly wonderful one.
I had for the first time in my life, become pregnant, at age 16. Eric was ecstatic, but I grieved more for Quatre now. I had betrayed him, I had given myself to another. No one other that me, Eric, and Nash (Who had read my mind) knew.
But one day, after seeing Quatre, my grief was so great that I locked myself in my room, and soon had a miscarriage.
"Hello?" Eric's voice disturbed my thoughts.
"Sorry." I said, "So, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Actually, a wife."
"That's great, is she here?"
"No she's at home with Marcy, our daughter. She's sick."
"Well I hope she gets better."
"She adores you, Marcy does."
"That's nice."
The music once again stopped "Do you think you could come visit Marcy? She and Sarah would love to meet you." He stepped back and dropped my hands.
"Of course, I would love to."
The next day I went and visited Eric, and met his wonderful wife, and beautiful daughter. I sang for them, and autographed a picture. And we played a few games. And I gave them back stage passes to my next concert.
As time went on, Alan and I grew much closer. But Quatre still lingered, and Alan saw that.
Alan sat alone on the bus as everyone got ready for another concert. In his hand he held a ring box. As he twirled it, he pondered. Quatre walked onto the bus and looked at the blonde haired, blue-eyed boy.
"I'm going to ask her to marry me." Alan stated quietly.
Quatre's eyes filled with grief, but his voice didn't show it, "Congratulations."
"Do you think she'll accept?" Alan asked looking up at the man in front of him.
"I don't know." Quatre answered honestly, "But there's only one way to know."
"Yeah, you're right."
"Are you coming? The show is starting soon."
"Yeah."
They walked of the bus and into the building.
During the concert I sang, "I don't understand." And as I did, Alan noticed the passion and heart I put into it, as well as how much I looked at Quatre. He pulled Quatre aside and handed him the ring.
"Here, she loves you so much more that she could ever love me," he said.
"Alan, I can't." Quatre protested.
"Please." the boy begged, "It's for the better. All I want is to see her happy. And she'll be happy with you. She loves you, she always has, and always will."
Quatre opened the box and looked at the ring inside, "No." He said.
"Do it." Alan demanded, "I won't take no for an answer." And he walked off.
Later that night Quatre proposed during dinner, and I accepted with tears of joy running down my cheeks.
And six months later we were married. And I have to say that we've lived quite happily ever since, with our four children.
THE END
Okay okay, not the best story I've ever written, but there it is. Please review. And I hope you read more of my work. :)