Over the next few months, I became very close with Alex and the rest of his band. We would hang out every night and I felt right at home with the guys. Alex's cast came off soon, and they didn't need me to practice with them anymore, but I loved their music and would hang around anyway. It might seem kind of strange the way Alex and I had connected so quickly, but I didn't know how else to explain it. It seemed we were born for this. My dad was happy I wasn't so mopey or sitting around the house as much, that I had found someone special in my life. I was just in a little, happy bubble.
It shattered when Justin called me.
"Hey, babe," he said effortlessly. It seemed like he had forgotten everything, the breakup, the shooting, everything.
"What the hell do you want?" I said, attempting the coldest voice I could.
"I want to take you out for an apology drink tonight. Come on, a few months ago, you would have jumped at this." He joked, even laughing at the end of his sentences. "I'll even take you home afterwards."
"What the hell is your problem? You SHOT my boyfriend. You broke up with me. You'll never take me home." I hung up in disgust.
In a fury, I ran outside into the rain. I got in my car and sped all the way down to Alex's rented house. I used the spare key and entered his dark hallway. I turned the light on and to my surprise, found a tall guy wearing black skinnies with his back to me, his hands all over another girl. His hood was up, and the girl looked like a total whore.
"ALEX," I shouted. The guy turned around. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was just Jack and another one-day girl.
Jack laughed. "You thought I was Alex? Damn, you crazy girl!"
I laughed as well and playfully punched him on the shoulder. "I'll let you get back to your whore," I whispered. He chuckled.
I shot up the stairs, still searching for Alex. I finally opened his bedroom door to see his back. He was sitting on his bed, playing an acoustic guitar. I smiled and crept onto the bed. I put my hands over his eyes and shouted "Guess who!"
He removed my hands, and grinning, kissed me. We pulled apart after a few seconds.
"Now, I know how much you like a certain female recording artist, so I decided to reproduce a song of hers on guitar. It's about how you feel about me," He said lazily.
I giggled. "Or how you think I feel about you,"
"Damn girl, you confuse me. I'm gonna play it," He began strumming the chords and I laughed.
Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep
I got a sick obsession, I'm seeing it in my dreams
I'm looking down every alley, I'm making those desperate calls
I'm staying up all night hoping, hitting my head against the wall!
What you got, boy, is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I'm all strung out, my heart is fried
I just can't get you off my mind
Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug!
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love, your love, is my drug!
Your love, your love, your love
Won't listen to any advice, Mama's telling me I should think twice
But left to my own devices I'm addicted it's a crisis
My friends think I've gone crazy, my judgment's getting kinda hazy
My skeaze is gonna be affected if I keep it up like a lovesick crackhead
What you got, boy, is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I'm all strung out, my heart is fried
I just can't get you off my mind
Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug!
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love, your love, is my drug!
Your love, your love, your love
I don't care what people say the rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you're with me but crash and crave you when you leave
Hey, so I got a question...
Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement?
Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum?
Is my love, your drug? Your drug? Your drug?
Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug!
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love, your love, is my drug!
Your love, your love, your love (x2)
Heyy. Heyyyy. Hehhe, sooooo... ahahhahaha
Your love, your love, your love, your love
(Is my drug)
I like your beard.
I collapsed on his bed, laughing and gasping for air. He knew I loved Ke$ha. "There's only one slight problem," I told Alex in a flirty voice.
"Oh? And what's that?" He smiled.
"You don't have a beard!" I shouted gleefully.
He swore and frowned. "I guess I have to grow one, then."
I suddenly remembered my anger. "Hand me that guitar, would you?" He threw me the guitar and I knew exactly what song I wanted to play.
You, you hit me with a break, and now you're back for more, your song's the same
Leave me with all the blame, I don't have time for another game.
I don't wanna dance, so don't you ask me babe
I don't wanna dance, you blew your chance to rock my night away
I want some fun, boy you're so not the one
I don't wanna dance, so let it go, you'll never take me home
Take me hoooooome (x2)
Talk to me without a sound 'cause you were such a tool, who's sorry now?
You, you're shaking on the floor...watch me walking out the door.
I don't wanna dance, so don't you ask me babe
I don't wanna dance, you blew your chance to rock my night away
I want some fun, boy you're so not the one
I don't wanna dance, so let it go, you'll never take me home
Take me hoooooome (x2)
Don't tell the DJ to hit rewind
Tonight, there's no you and me
Don't play that record, don't waste your time
You, you threw it all away
I don't wanna dance, so don't you ask me babe
I don't wanna dance, you blew your chance to rock my night away
I want some fun, boy you're so not the one
I don't wanna dance, so let it go, you'll never take me home
Take me hoooooome (x4)
I laid down the guitar. Alex looked at me apologetically.
"Justin called today asking to go out tonight." I said angrily. Alex put his arms around me and I held onto his arms. He made me feel so safe.