Hello people of FanFiction! I had to start writing right after chapter two because I had so many ideas with it out of the way. My mind was just grabbing these ideas out of thin air.
So here is chapter 3 of "I Miss You"
You'll Think of Me
Fang's POV
Friday Night… nights I would usually spend with Max, but that was months ago. It was six o'clock at night and I had to get going. Going where you may ask? Well I had a gig to play at a local café. Usually I'd be there about half an hour ago, but I slumped on my bed after classes and haven't gotten up since. Jeb has tried to help me get over it but nothing can help me. I'm a hopeless sack of Fang.
Last Saturday was running through my head all week, and now might be the chance to forget it. Singing has always been my escape from the world. It calms me down. Just like Max danced to calm herself down. I can understand why, she's so graceful whenever she moves. She flies through the air as if she has wings. Her movements are so precise. She gets lost in her dancing just as I get lost in my music.
Without even knowing I was able to get to the café safely. Carrying only my guitar, I entered the glass doors of the café and took a seat on the small stage. I set down my guitar and ordered a cup of coffee. Numbers of people came in through the door. I always have a regular crowd in here. There's always at least thirty people who come see me do my thing. There were all kinds of people here. Single people wanting to find romance and couples who wants to have a night out
I plugged in my acoustic to the amp and started softly strumming like I usually would do. Closed my eyes and started to hum to the song I wanted to play. My strumming picked up as I started to hum louder and louder. Bobbing my head to the rhythm of the music made me feel good. My happy place was with my guitar, playing a song for everyone to hear. Smirking I opened my eyes and looked at everyone before I started singing.
I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but
Strumming to this song, singing about my feelings. This is MY living. The best thing in my life, that i could call my own
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories, I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So
My heart lightened up. I looked up from my guitar and saw a pair of deep brown eyes looking at me. Tears trapped in her eyes. Tears that refused to drip down her prominent cheek bones. Max with tears in her eyes made me feel bad, but once I saw Dylan Gunther enter the café that rage washed me over again and I started singing again, but with a different intensity to it.
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories, I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories, I don't need'em
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
A guitar solo I wanted to do came up as I thought:
Fang you need her with you. You can't just stop and lose. You don't lose. You're supposed to win. Win over her heart again. Apologize!
But I can't. She won't let me apologize to her. She's as stubborn as a mule. But she is so beautiful when she does that.
I looked down to think for a second. When I decided to put my head up, she walked right out of the door. My emotions poured over me like never before. My body ached as I saw her leave, with Dylan. I built an imaginary wall as I finished the song and tried to forget what had happened the past week.
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories, I don't need'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
Chocking down the emotions I was feeling as I imagined her with Dylan. Singing these last to verses were hard because I knew that these lines aren't true and will never be true between me and Max.
And you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday
As I finished, softly I said, in the mic "I'm sorry". No one heard, if they did they didn't acknowledge it. They clapped as I raised my guitar slightly. I shook the owner's hand and received my pay for the day and left, guitar in hand. On my way home I stopped by a stream and just sat there thinking and looking at the sky. I got up to leave, started my car and sat for another minute, just sitting there. Finally I made a decision. I am stopping by Max's house.
It was a five minute drive from the stream to her house. I parked beside her house and didn't see Dylan's car so I rang the bell. A few seconds later I heard Ms. Martinez yell
"I'll be down in a second". She opened the door with a smile, but when she saw my face, her expression turned deadly. "What do you want Nick"? she said with an icy tone.
"Hello Ms. Martinez, may I come in?" I said steadily
"I'd rather not you step foot in this house again." She said as she widened her stance, covering the door. "After what you did to Max, I'm surprised you had the nerve to even come close to this household" She crossed her arms and her face was annoyed. I knew this was going to be hard, but Ms. Martinez was being like a mother bear looking over her cubs, and she had every right to be pissed off at me.
"I understand Ms. Martinez, but when you see Max can you please tell her I'm sorry for everything I've done to her. That I know now that I am no good for her, on any level. I truly am sorry for any grief I have caused your family. Just please tell her I am truly sorry for my actions." I paused for a second to just think about what to say. Then without thinking I blurted out. "If you will, can you tell her to meet me at the park tomorrow, at 6 p.m., so I can apologize formally and not through a second source?"
Ms. Martinez dropped her stance for a second but drew it back up. "I'll tell her". She then closed the door on my face and I walked back to my car, hands in my black leather jacket to get my keys and for warmth. As I approached my car door I saw a window on the second floor light up and a figure behind it was leaning on the window sill. I knew it was Max's room because of previous times I stayed at her house.
Without thinking I put my hand up and waved to the figure, to Max. She must've seen me because she turned away in a flash and the lights turned off. I smirked a little and got in my car and drove away.
Knowing she acknowledged was good enough for me…for now at least.
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- Would you guys prefer me to alternate the POV's of Max and Fang, or should I just keep it as Fang's POV?
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