Third Chapter, featured song: Paparazzi by Lady Gaga, if the lyrics are wrong...oops. Hope you all will enjoy this chapter.
Alana sat in the empty theatre during free period rehearsing a song which she might play for the show case that was in a few weeks. It was only her second show case, and she still didn't really have a song choice, but she was sure that there would be no dancing involved.
She didn't want to dance around while she sang; it made her loose concentration depending on what the song was. If it was her own song, sure she could choreograph dance, but if she was doing a cover she'd rather be sitting down playing piano or guitar, it seemed to make it easier for her to control her facial muscles.
But that wasn't important, not now at least. Putting all other thought out of her mind, she focused at the task at hand.
We are the crowd
We're coming out
Got my flash on it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastic, oh
She pressed the keys of the baby grand piano that sat in the middle of the large stage, despite the light techno/synth feel and being a Lady Gaga song it had that dance-ish feel to it, but she went for a softer sound. And besides the piano was her favorite.
Leather and jeans
Garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us
It don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
'Cause you know that baby I-
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your-
Papa-Paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
I'll be your girl backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah cause you're my rockstar in between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes
Shadow is burnt, yellow dance and return
My lashes are dry - purple teardrops I cry
It don't have a price
Loving you is Cherry Pie
'Cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-Paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Real good, We're dancing in the studio
Snap-snap, to that shit on the radio
Don't stop, for anyone
We're plastic but we still have fun
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-Paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
When she sang the last words and pressed the white keys heavily a soft applause rang in her ears, turning her head to the empty theater she saw her friend Andrew. Getting up from the piano she jumped off the stage easily and gave her tall friend.
"Yo black kid what's up?" she said in greeting.
"You do realize you're black too, right?" the boy replied with a chuckle.
"Shhh or someone will hear you," she whispered looking around the empty auditorium.
"Why are we friends?" Andrew asked with a shake of his braided head.
Making a face Alana smacked the boy's muscled arm lightly, grabbed her bag she motioned for them to go.
"So is that the song you're singing for the show case?" Andrew asked opening the large black theatre doors.
"I don't know, either that or I'll just play some really sad cello music," the girl replied with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Why would you want to play sad music, do you want people to cry?"
"Sometimes I do."
"That's kind of messed up."
"You're messed up."
"Hey no one's supposed to know that."
Alana chortled as she and Andrew walked down the main hall way as the lunch bell rang ending free period.
"Wonder what's for lunch," Andrew mused, his stomach grumbling on queue.
"Hopefully something that'll calm down that monster in there," Alana replied gesturing to his stomach.
"Haha, Very funny."
Alana giggled as they headed to cafeteria, like she did every day while a certain tall green eyed blond would invade her thoughts as he always did.
Jo was furious, confused and jealous not that she would admit to the last one, but the undeniable emotion ate at her heart and clawed at the walls of her stomach. Yesterday she wasn't expecting Alana to have voice that practically sounded like Hayley Williams and Alicia Keys smashed together. She also didn't expect to find out that the girl was a musical genius, and the boys just adored her like she was the sun, moon and stars of their world.
Her hands balled tightly into fists as she began pacing back and forth in her room remembering the expression on Kendall's face. It wasn't a look of admiration or simple joy and delight like Carlos or James, she was sure that it was much more than that. She swore she could see complete adoration, affection, love and every sweet, sappy emotion that he should be looking at her with.
It nearly sent her blood boiling over to think that her boyfriend could (just might) leave her for a girl that had no…class. She'd been around Alana enough to see her rude, masculine mannerisms, the way she slouched, burped ever so loudly with out saying "excuse me", picked her teeth in public, drank after other people, shoved people, and above all being more aggressive than what should be appropriate.
"I'm surprised anyone else can tolerate her," the blond girl thought to herself plopping onto her bed.
No matter how she tried to convince herself that Alana was a horrible person, there was still that little whisper inside her, insisting that there was more to this girl. Kendall's constant, almost obsessive need to always know where the chocolate girl was unnerved her greatly.
She needed to be sure that her boyfriend wasn't cheating on her.
Kendall chewed the inside of his cheek, the wind caressing his golden blonde hair. Logan was currently driving them around L.A since it was their day off; Kendall was using the drive to sort though the thoughts cluttering his mind. A light smack to the back of his head brought him out of his thoughts.
"You've been spacing out since we pulled out of the parking lot," James said sinking back into the leather seat of the car.
"Sorry, I was just thinking," the blond admitted as the car stopped at a red light.
"About what?" Logan questioned giving him a side long glance; he tapped the gas pedal when the light changed to green.
"People," he replied with a slight rise of his shoulders.
Carlos smirked as a thought came to him leaning forward; he looked at his blond friend intently as the thought fell from his mouth.
"You mean a certain girl we know, who used to be your girlfriend?" the Latino questioned, his smirk grew when Kendall shifted in his seat. "I knew it."
"You can't tell Jo," Kendall said twisting around in his seat to look at his friends. "She can't know that, because…I'm kind of confused right now."
"Confused…about what? It's pretty obvious what you should do," James responded and quickly got punched in the arm by Carlos.
"You're not helping, if he's confused let him be confused," the Latino said giving James a stern look.
"Fine," James conceded raising his hands in surrender.
Kendall sighed covering his face with his hands, the decision was obvious, but it wouldn't be as simple as James thought.
A furious knocked pounded against the door, grunting Alana got up from her desk chair and went to the front door.
"I'm coming, keep your boxers on," she called out opening the door quickly.
To her surprise the blond who always seemed to creep his way into her thoughts was currently standing in her doorway with a nervous look on his face.
"Kenny, what's wrong?" she asked as he moved past her and into her apartment. "Come right in why don't you."
"Ally…I…I've been thinking…about…something," he sputtered, rubbing the back of his neck while looking at his shoes.
"Hey, my face isn't on your shoes, look at me Kennifer," she said smacking his arm gently.
"I…I…just…crap," he groaned still not able to get his words together.
"Hey, just take a breath, and then try to speak," Alana said taking his hands into hers, smiling at him softly.
Green eyes stared into hazel, which seemed to churn with greens, golds and blues he'd only see in his dreams. For the moment he kept staring into her colorful eyes his mouth went dry, the air evaporated from his lungs, and his heart was racing like a jack rabbit. He moved without thinking, pressing his lips to hers like he used to, not caring that Alana could push him away.
But she didn't push him away, only kissed him back feeling her heart beating so fast she was sure that he could hear it. Yet that didn't seem to matter at the moment, their hands fell away from each other, his moving to her waist, caressing her lower back ever so gently while her hands traveled upward to his neck then to his hair. Slowly she raked her fingers through his blond locks like she used to, like she sometimes would catch her herself thinking about.
Finally their lips parted, Kendall cupped her face in his hands looking for something it would seem in her eyes. She just looked back delight and confusion swimming around in her vibrant eyes.
"Is that what you wanted to tell me?" she asked breaking the silence, blinking her now wide eyes slowly.
"Not exactly," he breathed then pressed his lips against hers again, but pulled back before she could kiss him back. "I should…um…get going…"
"Yeah, your girlfriend's probably looking for you," she replied pulling from Kendall's grasp.
He didn't reply only moved around her and out the door, when the door slammed shut Alana slid to the floor her mind whirling at what had just happened. Her ex-boyfriend and her best friend had just kissed her despite the fact that he had a girlfriend. Sighing loudly she did her best to fight off the tears that welled up in her eyes.
"I'm not crying over him again," she said getting up from the floor and walking back to her bedroom.
Kendall stepped into the elevator, his heart still pounding behind his ribcage, his breaths still short and shallow. Why did he just kiss Alana like that? Despite having a dream or two (in fact he'd been having dreams about her every night) he didn't want to think or admit that he missed her lips and their taste, their fullness.
He could still feel her lips against his and taste them, strawberry his favorite, and something in him was glad that Jo didn't know that. His stomach tightened at the thought of his girlfriend who'd been getting more and more possessive over him.
"Kendall there you are," Jo's too sweet voice slithered into his ears as he stepped out of the elevator and into the Palm Woods lobby.
"You were looking for me?" he asked raising his brow, while the word clingy clanged in his head loudly.
"I was going to, but you're here now," she said it seemed as if she were trying to be sexy…or something.
He faked a smile letting her grab his hand and lead him to the pool where his friends were. The thoughts of Alana that he tried to shove to the back of his head kept sneaking into his thoughts. Silently he prayed that he and Alana wouldn't have to deal with any more awkward situations. Kendall also hoped that Jo would never find out that Alana was not only his ex but that he starting to miss her more than anything.
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