Chapter 5. Snuffleupagus Can Feel The Pressure
(She now looks almost exacally like Hayley Williams but has long black hair. An she sings like that too)
"Try it again. Don't worry, Iz. You can do this." We were at the studio. Recording my Demo for Decaydance recs.
"Fine. One more time, and if I get it right, Can we go home?"
"Definatly. Just try it again." I started to play the acoustic guitar.
"Tell
me where our time went
And if it was time well spent
Just don't
let me fall asleep
Feeling empty again.
Cause I fear I
might break.
and I fear I can't take it,
Tonight I'll lie awake
feeling empty
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer
now
We're better off without you
I can feel the pressure
It's
getting closer now
We're better off without you
Now that
I'm losing hope
And there's nothing else to show
For all of the
days that we spent
Carried away from home
Some things I'll
never know
And I had to let them go
I'm sitting all alone
feeling empty
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer
now
We're better off without you
I can feel the pressure
It's
getting closer now
We're better off without you
Without you
Some things I'll never know
And I had to let them
go
Some things I'll never know
And I had to let them go
I'm
sitting all alone feeling empty
I can feel the pressure
It's
getting closer now
We're better off without you
Feel the
pressure
It's getting closer now
You're better off without me."
I ended the song. I did it right. I was so happy. I looked up at my
dad. He was smiling.
"Now. That's how Bella sings." He said. In the last ones, I really didn't want to be there, so I didn't really try.
"Can we go?"
"Yes! Man…." He said.
Now it all goes wrong.
I'm glad I didn't go to the party. I heard it was shut down by the cops. I also heard that the punch was spiked. I felt eternally bad for everyone who was there. The morning after, I decided to go check on Nick and Joe.
They went.
I walked into the Jonas house.
"JOE? KEV? NICK? Anyone?" Nobody responded. I walked up to Nick's room. I opened the door. It was dark and cold.
"Nick?"
"I can't believe this….." I heard someone mumble under his breath. It sounded like Nick. It sounded like he was crying.
"Nick, is that you?"
"Uhg,…." He groaned. I looked to the bed. There was a dark figure under the covers. I slapped my hand at the light switch. Nick groaned again.
"What are you a vampire?" I said. I went over and sat down on the end of his bed.
"Uhg……." He said again. I heard sniffles. I pulled the cover's off of him. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers. I didn't care. He looked terrible. Like he hadn't slept, he hadn't eaten, and he had been crying for hours.
"Nick… what happened to you?" I asked. He pulled the blanket from my grasp.
"Go away." He said.
"Nick, seriously. What happened to make you like this?"
"I made a mistake. A bad one I can't take back. I need tot be alone."
"I just.."
"Izzy. Seriously." I nodded and left. I wanted to know what happened. But I also didn't want to lose one of my best friends for pushing him. I walked into Joe's room. He too was asleep. I went to his head.
"WAKE UP!" I screamed his ear. He jumped, almost hitting me.
"WHAT THE he….." He trailed off.
"Are you awake?"
"Yes. And officially afraid of you. Why are you here so early?"
'Joe, its 3 in the afternoon." He jumped again.
"Holy crap! Why didn't Nick wake me?"
"Somethings wrong with Nick."
"Yeah. He didn't wake me--"
"Joe. Seriously. You need to go talk to him. He was crying."
"Oh… Hold on." He got up and walked to Nick's door. He knocked. "Nick? Dude, you Ok?"
"GO THE FUCK AWAY!" There was a pound on the door and then I heard it be locked.
I was sitting in my living room with my dog, Hemingway. Yes, He's mine. My dad gave him to me when I was 8, but my mom was allergic to dogs, so he had to keep it at his house.
I heard a knock at the door. Which, was weird, cause we did have a doorbell.
I walked over to it, opening it in the process. It was Nick. He push through the door and walked up my stairs. I followed him. When I came to my room, he was on my bed his face buried in my pillow.
"Erm… Nick. Wanna talk?" I asked.
"You know how there are some people, when you meet them, things just click? Like, your immediately best friends, no matter how much you don't or do have in common?" He asked, his voice muffled a bit from the pillow. I sat down in my bean bag chair.
"Yes."
"Your that with me."
"Oh."
"I messed up last night. So bad you have no idea."
"Try me." I said. He sat up.
"See, me and my brothers, we have these rings. They're purity rings. It means we've promised to keep ourselves til' marriage." I nodded. "And… last night at the party…. I…. had some punch…. I don't exactly know why.."
"The punch was spiked."
"Oh… and this random girl and I were making out and she was pushing me… and I…. I…."
"Oh, my god, Nick." I went over and hugged him."
"I just….. I can't believe that I …."
"Don't. Its ok. I won't tell anyone."
"Thanks."
"You know what's worse?" I shook my head. "I don't even know who it was."
"Empty your pockets." I said. I pulled everything out of my pocket.
A piece of scrap paper, a SD card, a small charm ( a mini sesame street sign) that fell off my bracelet and a Tokio Hotel concert coin.
I grabbed two loose metal chains I wasn't using from my jewelry box and a screwdriver. (don't ask why that was in my room.)
"Hold out your hand." He had one of those metal can openers that you pull off of soda cans, a guitar pick, and a penny. I grabbed the can opener and the guitar pick. I drilled a hole in the pick and then put both on one of the chains. Then I drilled a hole in the TH coin and put it on the other chain along with the sesame street charm. I handed it to Nick.
"What's this?"
"it's a promise."
"Of what?"
"That we'll always be best friends. No matter what." He smiled. I put the chain around my neck and smiled at him. He put his on too. It was paired with another chair with a dogtag.
"Whats that?" I asked, pointing to it.
"Oh, it's a medical dogtag. It says my name and Diabetes. I have it."
"You're kidding." I said.
"No… I do." I pulled out my dogtag.
"I do too." I showed it to him.
"Wow…. If we had kids… they'd be screwed…"
We both started laughing.
