I wrote the song in this chapter. It was originally a poem about one of my brothers and his first boyfriend *gasp*, so please don't hate it.
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I came down the stairs, laughing at Charlie and Edward. They were having some strange dad-boyfriend version of a stare down. I couldn't help but wonder what was going thru Charlie's mind and what Edward thought of it.
"Your friends are outside," Charlie said, simply. "Be back before these two, okay?"
Each one of the guys was wearing a vest and jacket. No shirt. I wanted to make some comment about how many push-ups Grant did to look like that, but decided against it. "Hey, dudes." The over-sized boy was probably sensitive. His type usually are.
Now, that I think about it, I really didn't know anyone in Forks well. Even myself. I guess I was too busy trying to figure Edward out to make any friends. Unlike Bella, who had more friends than I could count. I had a whole summer to catch up.
"Hot as ever," Nate said in way of greeting. He was wearing the lightest shade of blue, like the color at my feet. Almost white.
Grant was in the middle shade. "What up, Ducky?" He had a set of drumsticks in his back pocket.
"The sky," I replied. Does that boy take his drumsticks with him everywhere? I shrugged off the thought. Whatever. I'll ask him later.
Titus, in the darkest shade, took my hand. "Your hands are better," he whispered. "Thank goodness." He traced the moon-shaped scar with a finger.
"Come on!" Nate called, getting in the back seat of the Metro. "We've got a surprise for you!"
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"Hell no!" I said. "I'm not going up there!" All of the instruments from Grant's garage were up on the stage, next to the DJ booth.
"Look, I heard Eric mention he wished we could get live music. We're just doing one song about half-way through." Titus gasped my hand again. "Hate me if you want." He looked down.
"I can't hate you," I replied, kissing his cheek. "Which song?"
"We were hoping one of yours. The new one," Nate said.
I nearly growled in anger. That song was very raw and very emotional. Not the kind of thing you play at proms. Especially not with the subject of the song in the room. "Absolutely not." I pulled my hand away. Stupid boy… I thought.
Nate pulled me into a private corner. "Look, Liza, I know Nate's a little immature. But he's a Green. Whatcha expect?"
I didn't know anyone named Green except Nate. Really, was I more in the loop in Phoenix? How could I be so clueless? My life in Forks just seemed so fast, rushed almost. I couldn't remember when I fell for Titus. Funny, I always imagined myself spending the rest of my life with Jake-Jake…
Speak of the devil. "Hey, May, what's up?"
I knew Jake went to school on the reservation. "OMG, are you crashing the prom?" Oh, so like him. I resisted the urge to hug him. "This is my boyfriend—" WHAT? Why am I using that word? My words were like reading a script. I shut my mouth. The embarrassment flooded my face.
"Titus Lyons," he said, reaching out to shake Jake's hand. "You are?" I couldn't read the look on Titus' face. Hate?
"Jacob Black. Eliza and I have known each other for years." I heard something distinct in Jake's voice. Pride? No. Jealousy. What? Since when…
My thoughts were interrupted by Nate. "LIZA! TITUS!" he screamed above the noise. "WE'RE ON!"
Titus jumped on stage and pulled me up. "Come on," he whispered. "You're up."
With a silent gulp, stepped up to the mike. "Hey, um, we're MisFire. I'm Liza. This is Titus, Grant, and Nate." I gulped again. Oh no, I'm going to lose my voice. "And I guess we're going to perform I song I wrote myself. Here it is: No Replacement."
Your eyes glow when you look it at him,
It leaves me at a loss for words
You think I just don't get it.
But the problem is I understand
That
There's no replacement for true love
No replacement for the one
I just wish you'd realize
There's no replacing you.
Some may call me jealous
Other might try afraid
But I guess they didn't see
What you looked like on that day.
So attached
So unashamed
Now you'll never be the same
Because
There's no replacement for true love
No replacement for the one
I just wish you'd realize
There's no replacing you.
Please don't take this wrong but
(Ifthis were real, the band would stop and Liza would speak the last line)
There's no replacing you.
I stepped off the stage, ignoring the people around me. With a deep breath, I stepped outside. I'm so confused. Who have I become? Has my new day begun without me? This is so surreal…
I shrugged. Oh, well, I've got all summer to figure this one out.
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The end of story #1. Story #2: High Noon will be up shortly. I'm still trying to write a summary… See you later!
Anna