Oh my god, when I said I was gonna go back a redo all the chapters, I thought It would be quick, but boy was I wrong, I mean it's been a few months and I'm only done with like seven chapters I think, but saying all of that, please go and reread the new chapters, I added a lot of stuff into them and they're much better, and please leave a comment on the new ones saying what you liked about the new additions, but please enjoy my latest chapter!
"You better lose yourself in the music, the moment you own it, you better never let it go, you only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow this opportunity comes once in a lifetime!"
Connie's alarm clock yelled out loud. Stupid alarm clock. Connie thought. He reached up and put it on snooze. Why is it set for 6:00? Connie thought to himself. He turned to lay on his back and face the ceiling. He then looked around his room. He had had his bed against the wall on the right side of the room and a desk on the other side of the room, it had a popcorn ceiling and some of the paint was peeling off, but this is common on a horse farm, and Connie loved it. But then he heard a knock at his door. "Come in." Connie said while yawning. Sasha then opened the door, wearing jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, but she cut the sleeves off where they met her elbow though, it looked cute. "Hey handsome, you ready?" Sasha said with a smile. "Ready for what?" Connie asked confused. He then got the covers off of him and was about to stand up. "No no no, don't do that." Sasha said as she ran to him. "Why, are you okay?" Connie asked her. Sasha looked at him for a minute. "Don't you remember, you're surgery." Sasha told him. Then it hit him. "That was real, then I really...died." Connie says. "Yeah, did you think it was a dream?" Sasha asks him. Connie nods his head. But that means that Marco is actually...dead. Connie thought to himself. He put his face into his hands, some tears started to run down his face. "What's wrong, are you okay?" Sasha says as she hugs Connie around his shoulders. He then looked at her, with tears in his eyes. He told her everything, how he died and saw Marco, and how Marco is actually dead.
Sasha put her head in his shoulder. "Look Connie, I'm not saying you're lying, but that is very unlikely, so forget about it for now, okay?" Sasha asks him. He nods his head. "Yeah, okay I will." He told her. Sasha then got up and walked to his closet. "What are you doing?" Connie asked her. She didn't answer. "You need to clean up in here soon." Sasha said laughing in his closet. Connie rolled his eyes. "Not a lot of people go in it ya know." Connie says. Sasha then comes back with a pile of clothes in her arms. "Change into these, say you're done when you are and I'll help you into your wheelchair." Sasha said smiling. "Okay, thanks babe." Connie said. He immediately bit his tongue, he didn't mean to call her babe, it just slipped out. Sasha was walking for the door, but then turned. "Babe?" She asked him. Connie was frozen, and was about to say sorry but was interrupted by her. "I like it." Sasha says. She then winks and steps out. He was silent, didn't know what to do, but she left. Did she like it, what does this mean? Connie thought to himself. Connie looked at the cloths Sasha got for him, it was his jeans that were ripped on the knees, a black shirt with his hoodie, and his flat bill hat. He put them all on, pretty easily actually. "Hey Sash, where my office chair?" Connie said loudly. He waited a bit. Then Sasha came rolling a wheelchair. "Office chair Connie, really?" Sasha asked him. Connie just shrugged his shoulders and smirked. Then Sasha just walked over to him and held out her hand. "Thanks." Connie said. He acted chill but he was really embarrassed, he didn't want to be helped, but he had to be helped. Once he was settled he just looked up and smiled a little. "Thanks Sasha." He said. "Why of course...babe." She said laughing. Connie just signed out loud.
Sasha then wheeled him in the kitchen, where Don was waiting, he had his coffee mug in his hand as he was sitting at the he looked and smiled at Connie. "Good morning Connie, are you ready?" He asked him. Connie looked around the kitchen, he knew he couldn't eat, but he wanted to look like he was thinking. "Yeah, I guess I have to." Connie said. "Don't sound so excited, you should be fine, now let's go." He told Connie. Connie nodded. Sasha then wheeled him outside, with Don following. Then Connie climbed into the truck.
It was just a thirty minute drive to the hospital, so Connie had plenty of time to think. But then they arrived. "Alright, let's do this." Connie said. Don helped him into the wheelchair and wheeled him in the hospital. "You guys wait over there, I'll check us in." Don said. Sasha nodded. She wheeled him near where the chairs were. Sasha sat next to him. But when she sat, she noticed something. A few tears were going down Connie's face, he looked upset, but Sasha knew why, if she was having brain surgery she would probably cry to. She then took his hand and put it in hers, and then put her other hand on top of it. He looked at her, and smiled. "It's going to be okay." She told him. He nodded slowly. Then Don walked over to them. "They're ready for you Connie." He tells Connie. He nodded slowly. Don the started to push Connie towards the door, Sasha was behind him, but he stopped. "You need to stay her." Don's tells her. Sasha looked confused. "Why, I want to be with Connie!" She said. "Look sweetie, this is serious, right when he gets in there he's going to sleep, so you need to stay here. Don then walked through the big double doors. But Sasha saw Connie lift his head over the back of the chair. He looked right at Sasha. He then mouthed something. "I love you." He said silently. He then went through the doors, and a thought that hadn't bothered Sasha just hit her. What if Connie doesn't make it through this surgery?
Mikasa was having a fun time, her and Jean decided to make today a date day. They just went to the mall and are now headed somewhere dinner. Mikasa was dressing comfortably, she was also wearing something that she knew Jean liked. She had on a red tank top with a pair of Jean shorts, she also had on flip flops, it felt nice and comfy. She then looked over at Jean, his arm was leaning on the open window. He had on a T-shirt and shorts, along with a pair of sunglasses. They Were taking turns picking music, but then his song ended. "Okay, my turn to pick a song.' Mikasa said in a cute voice. "Oh come on, you pick the worst music though.' Jean said jokingly. Mikasa playfully hit him in the shoulder.
Jean couldn't be happier, he had the hottest girl in school sitting next to him, and he could say she is his girlfriend. Jean smiled. "Okay, how about this one?" Mikasa asks, but it clearly wasn't a question. Then a piano tune came out, he knew what song it was. "Why this song, this song is so sad." Jean says. 'What's wrong with Lady Antebellum, and what's wrong with If I die Young?" Mikasa asked him. "Nothing, it's just a sad song." Jean told her. But the lyrics stood out to him for some reason. It was probably going to be stuck in his head for the next week.
But Jean saw where they were going. He pulled into the parking lot and parked his car. "Okay, I'm hungry, let's eat!" Jean said smiling. "Of course!" Mikasa said happily. They then both got out of the car and shut the door, Jean then locked his car, but he turned back and looked at it, he loved his car. It was matte black Dodge Charger with black wheels, it was Jean's pride and joy, besides Mikasa of course. But then him and Mikasa started walking to the restaurant, hand in hand. But his phone started to ring. "Who's that?" Mikasa asked him. "I don't know, let me check." He said. He let go of her hand and he pulled out his phone and looked, he didn't have the number in his phone but it said it was from Montana. Jean kept walking and answered. "Hello, Jean speaking." Jean said into the phone with a weird accent. Mikasa laughed because Jean always does that in a funny accent. But then he stopped walking. Jean just stood there, motionless.
"If I die young, bury me in satin."
"No...he can't….he can't be.." Jean was saying. His phone then slowly dropped out of his hands. Mikasa had to lunge to grab it before it hit the floor.
"Lay me down in a bed of roses."
Mikasa then put the phone to her face. "Who is this, what did you just tell Jean?" Mikasa asks. Jean then fell to his knees, looking at his hands. His face looked devastated.
"Sink me in the river at dawn."
The other person started to talk. "A few days ago a young boy named Marco was driving home from school, but a semi truck hit him in the front." The guy was saying. Mikasa's eyes went wide.
"Send me away with the words of a love song."
"Medics did all they could, but Marco received massive injuries." He was saying. Mikasa noticed people starting to gather around. They were whispering, probably about Jean. But she saw Jean, a few tears came down his face, his hazel eyes were getting watery.
"Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my brother."
"We tried our best, but after all we did, we couldn't save him." The guy kept saying. "No..no." Mikasa said slowly. People were about to approach Jean, but backed up when he started breathing heavily.
"He'll know I'm safe with you when he stands under my colours."
"Marco died a few hours after the accident, and his mother wanted me to speak to a Jean Kirstein." He said.
"Life ain't always what you think it oughta be, no ain't even grey, but he will miss you."
No one answered the guy on the phone, because Mikasa was running up to Jean. She quickly put her arms around him. "It's going to be okay, It's going to be okay, It's going to be okay.' Mikasa kept saying. Jean then started to cry into her shirt, he couldn't help, it was loud. He just lost his best friend, without even saying goodbye.