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Disclaimer: I don't own HTR or She's the Man or "Things Aren't Always What They Seem" by Max Schneider and Keke Palmer
Zander POV
I raced back to school and into the band room because I had ditched all of my belongings to find Stevie. Kacey, Nelson, and Kevin were sitting in there still.
"Hey where have you been!?" Kacey asked.
"What are you talking about?" I was confused. Since when did Kacey care where I have been?
"We have practice, duh! And where's Stevie!? That girl missed two months of rehearsals!"
"Hey back off of Stevie! She wouldn't be saying things like that if your brother had just died!" I defended her. They have no idea just how depressed Stevie is.
"You're right, you're right. I'm just frustrated. Whatever, forget it. We'll have practice later." She walked out of the room. Well, more like stormed. Nelson and Kevin followed, for she was their ride home.
I grabbed my things and went to my car. I checked my phone to see if Stevie had tried to reach me. She had texted me a few times, but she was just asking if I wanted to have a movie night with her tonight. I texted he back saying yes and drove to her house. She was out on her porch.
"Hey Steves." I walked up to her.
"Hey Z. thanks for coming over. I just don't want to be alone right now."
"I get it. I told you, I'm always here for you."
"Thank you. Come on, let's go inside." She grabbed my hand and took me inside. "My parents are staying at my grandma's house so we'll have the house to ourselves tonight."
"Sounds good."
"So what movie do you want to watch?"
"Okay well I'm in the need for something funny, so how about She's the Man?"
"That works."
We put in the DVD and sat on her couch. This wasn't really like normal though, because she normally laughs almost every five minutes of this movie. Like, full on laughing. But now, she only chuckles. And only on the really funny parts. And she isn't talking to me. We always used to talk during movies. But now, silence. The movie ended, what felt like, really quickly.
"So what do we do know?" I asked trying to break the silence.
"I don't know. What do you wanna do?"
"Hmmm….eat?"
"Alright." She said with a little chuckle.
"I'm glad I can still make you chuckle." I nudged her a little.
"You'll always be able to make me chuckle." She walked up to the freezer and pulled a frozen pizza out. "This okay?"
"Steves, pizza is always okay."
"Okay Kevin" She joked. She sounded like herself again.
Stevie put the pizza in the oven. When it was done we ate it in record time. We didn't realize how hungry we were. As she was throwing everything away, I got an idea.
"Hey, you want to write a song?"
"What kind of song?" She asked intrigued.
"Any kind you want. Maybe it will help you get some closure." I suggested.
"Sure, I'll give it a try. But you'll help me right?"
"Always."
We walked up to her room and sat down.
"So what do you want this song to be about?" I asked.
"I don't know. But I'm thinking it should be a duet."
"Okay, well let's get writing."
We wrote for an hour. The song came together really easily. Stevie came up with most of the lyrics, which doesn't normally happen. But this song was really good.
"Steves?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have a piano in your house?"
"Yeah, in the basement. Why?"
"I feel like this song would sound better on the piano than the guitar."
"Cool, let's go try." We walked down to the basement and sat down at her piano. "I'll play."
"You play piano?" I swear Stevie plays every instrument in existence.
"Yeah um Cory taught me." She hesitated.
"Oh okay well lets play it!"
[Zander]
It's hard enough to find the time to sleep
It's easier to find the time to dream
Another night spent too far from the stars
Things aren't always what they seem
It hard enough to find my place at home
It's easier out here on my own
A father's love there's no such thing I know
Things aren't always what they seem
Oh things aren't always what they seem
Things aren't always what they seem to be
And I just hope your memory's proud of me
I might cry myself to sleep
And imagine that you're here with me
[Stevie]
Its hard enough to find someone to trust
Its easier to live life scared to love
A mother's touch is going way top soon
Things aren't always what they seem
Oh things aren't always what they seem
Things aren't always what they seem to be
And I just hope your memory's proud of me
I might cry myself to sleep
And imagine that you're here with me
You're not really that much different form me
[Zander]
Oh I've got everything it seems but what I need
[Both]
Oh won't you tell me what you see when you look at
When you look at me
No things aren't always what they seem
Things aren't always what they seem to be
And I just hope your memory's proud of me
I might cry myself to sleep
And imagine that you're here with me
I looked over at Stevie when she finished playing. Tears were falling from her eyes. I pulled her in for a hug.
"Zander, I want to write another one."
"Okay Steves, we can."
After about ten minutes Stevie kick me out and told me to go work on the music while she did the lyrics. I could tell it was because she didn't want to cry in front of me again. As soon as I closed the door I heard loud sobs. Sobs that could only belong to Stevie. As much as I wanted to go in and help her, I knew I should just let her be. So I went to the living room and stated figuring out some chords.
It had been almost three hours and Stevie was still upstairs in her room. I had finished the song an hour ago and was just sitting in her couch waiting for her to come down. But since she hadn't yet, I decided to go and check on her.
I knocked on her door. No answer, so I tried again. Still nothing. I opened the door to find Stevie asleep, song book still in her hand. Her face was puffy, her eyes were red, and her face was stained with tear tracks. I walked over and took her songbook out of her hand. I will admit, I took a peek. Okay, I read everything on the page. She had finished the song and it was amazing. It was so heartfelt and pure, even tear marks were on the page.
I put the book down, gently picked up Stevie's legs and pulled her covers over top of her. I pulled them up to her chin bent down and kissed her on the forehead.
"Sweet dreams Steves."
The end! Well, for now! Please don't be a silent reader! Let me know what you think! Much love fellow Zevie Shippers!