Brodie's POV
Gorgeous. She's just gorgeous. I know I don't deserve her, but I absolutely love her. Life without her would be pointless. If I ever had to leave her or her leave me, God forbid, suicide would be the preferred option. I mean, I can't love anyone but her.
"Brodie? What do you think about that?" Ryan asked. Apparently he had played something on his guitar but I didn't hear it. When it comes to Darcy, there's really nothing you can do but cherish her when she's around and daydream about her when she's not.
"Play it again," I demanded. He shrugged and played some simple chords. "I love it. Where were you thinking we could use it?"
"I dunno. Song 2 maybe," he suggested. We hadn't named our songs yet, so for now numbers would have to suffice.
Darcy walked into my garage. My heart started beating faster and slower at the same time. She was wearing a Hellogoodbye shirt, loose jeans, and checkered classic slip-on Vans shoes. She looked amazing.
"Do you honestly want me to do some vocals for your band?" she asked skeptically. She came behind the drum set and kissed me tenderly before pulling up a chair beside Tyler at the table. Ty had somehow acquired tons of recording equipment and had it all conveniently hooked into his brand-spanking-new laptop.
"Darcy, you have an amazing voice and you'd sing for free. How could you not do vocals for us?" Torrey said. Darcy smiled.
"I don't know about my voice, but I'd definitely sing for free," she said. She winked at me. I grinned and picked up a small stack of papers. I gave them to Torrey, who passed them to Axel, who passed them to Tyler, who handed them to Darcy.
"It's the lyrics for the three songs we're working on," I explained. She scanned the pages, blushing and smiling at certain points. I bet I could guess what they were. I spent long nights and important class periods working on those lyrics, just for her. Hopeless romantic? Maybe. Successful romantic? You bet.
"They remind me a lot of Secondhand Serenade," she commented. "I love them. Did you write all these?" she asked me. I smiled sheepishly and nodded.
"Brodie, I love you," she said. Those words still make me shiver a little.
"Air kiss," I said and puckered. Acting like a complete idiot around her was not an issue. She followed suit.
"Okay, listen to this," Tyler said. He clicked around a few times and music flowed out of the speakers. It was Song 1. It needed some work, but it was good nonetheless. I started softly singing the words with the music.
"That sounds fantastic," Axel said.
"Ah, it could use a little touching up," Ryan said. I could see the glimmer in his eye. He was pleased.
"I think it's just great," I heard Hannah say. Hannah? Sure enough, she was at my garage door.
"Honey Bear!" Tyler said, holding out his arms.
"Teddy Bear!" Hannah said, sitting in his lap.
"I suppose we've done enough for today. Same time and place tomorrow?" I said. Some mumbled replies came from the band members as they rushed into my house, no doubt for food. Only Hannah, Tyler, and Darcy remained.
"I think there's a matinee waiting for us, Tyler," Hannah pouted. She tugged on his collar, giving him the hint.
"OH! Well, see ya later, Darcy. Bye, Brodie." He picked up his jacket and went out.
"And then there were two," Darcy said, throwing herself onto the old couch in my garage. Then it all flashed back to me in that brief moment she was falling.
Darcy walked into my house a year ago, as she always did after school. We had been meeting up for about four months, just as friends. We did homework, shared interests, gossiped about people we didn't like, just like friends did. For some reason, that day I noticed her flawlessness. Of course, she wasn't perfect; she isn't now. But she was what I was sure I wanted. I didn't want to ruin our friendship, in case it didn't work out, so I didn't tell her just yet. She fell back onto the couch, amazing brown hair following behind her…
At that moment, she was on the couch and the flashback ended.
"Stay here," I said. I pulled a guitar stool up to the couch.
"I definitely wasn't going to leave."
That made me smile. I turned to the stereo and put the new My Chemical Romance CD on.
"WHOA!" she said, sitting up. "This CD just came out today!"
"Yeah, well…" I said shrugging. She started singing along to Welcome To The Black Parade. For some reason, I thought of Jake and what he was missing.
"Do you ever think about Jake anymore?" I asked.
"Is that a trick question? Are you on a wire?" she asked.
"No, and no. Do you, though?"
"Occasionally. Just for a moment though. You interrupt all of my thoughts." She scowled playfully. I smiled. She laughed to herself. I kissed her and everything around us was gone.
Amanda stared at her sister with glowering eyes. Michelle had brought up Amanda's dark past in a conversation with her boyfriend.
"How do you expect me to live a normal life when you keep bringing back the past?" Amanda screamed.
"He's my boyfriend! You're my twin sister! I wouldn't talk about it to anyone I didn't trust with your secret!" Michelle yelled back.
"It's not much of a secret anymore, is it?" Amanda retorted and ran up the stairs to her room. She picked up her old sequined bag and emptied its contents on the floor. Razorblades and pocket knives were among them. She picked up a paper cutter and suicidal thoughts ran through her mind. I could end it all right now. She lifted the cutter to her wrist…
GASP! I'm leaving you hanging on that thought. Teehee.
Thanks for actually taking the time to read my bad story.