Hi! So, usually I'm not one to prone to taking song requests. But, I loved 'Wish You Were' when I listened to it on YouTube. So, even though it might fit awkwardly into the story, I'm willing to try it. Thank you for suggesting the song, Abby22!
Nina
I sighed, and stared out the window of my limo that was cutting through traffic. People tried to peer in, to see what celebrity is in London now.
"Miss Martin, there is a roadblock up ahead, and massive traffic on the other street. Should I find some parking and escort you to home?" My chauffer asked. "No, that's not necessary. I'll just walk by myself," I said quickly. I hated travel by limo, and sometimes went out secretly. People can recognize me from the picture on my first album now, but without all the stage makeup some people couldn't tell.
My chauffer, whose name was Pierre, nodded uncertainly. "Are you sure that you'll-" "I'll give you fifty bucks to not tell Harris," I promised him. Harris was like my parent figure, what with my gran still in the hospital, and as much as I'd come to love him, it was getting annoying because he insisted on me traveling by limo. "If you are a star, why have an old sedan when you can travel in style?" Harris always argued.
I slipped Pierre the fifty bucks, which he swiftly pocketed. "Off you go now, Nina," he said, smiling. Even though we don't really get along, he liked me okay, and LOVED money.
I stepped out of the cab. At least I still look like myself, with my yellow Mickey Mouse graphic tee, jean shorts and black converse. I practically sprinted to my apartment building, wishing nobody could see me. I actually had a little bit of fans now. Not a club or anything, but there were some crazed lunatics who begged me to marry them.
I reached my apartment building successfully, and barely yelled 'hi' to the doorman, and didn't stop running until I was safely in the elevator. I sighed, and pressed the button that said '5'.
When I got to my door, I stuck my key in the lock, and opened the door to my home for now.
*Line Break*
Fabian
I was dumbstruck. Nina was a celebrity now. I could probably Google her and something would pop up. I stared at the rest of my housemates, who were all in various stages. Amber was smiling so big you'd think her mouth wouldn't be able to close again, Alfie was staring at the radio, and Mara was too. Joy was a mixture of shock and jealousy. Mick was using Joy's shock as a chance to hold hands with her, Jerome was laughing hard, Eddie looked extremely proud, and Patricia was just shaking her head.
I didn't know what to think. Was I happy for her? Yes. Was I disappointed? Yes. Did I miss her like all get out? YES.
I somehow ended up in my room, lying on my bed. I just stared at the ceiling, boring a hole in it.
In my peripheral vision, I saw a person move. I turned my head to see Joy standing there, biting her lip. "You," I said dully. Joy just stood there.
After about fifteen minutes of us staring at each other, I finally broke the silence. "Why did you send that text?" I asked. Joy sighed. "I just wanted you more than anything at that point. And…well, I thought Nina was okay. I was totally wrong, and now I can't fix things." I sighed. "Join the club."
*Line Break*
Nina
I stood in what was now my home. It was a small loft; a spiral staircase led directly upstairs, where my waterbed, a bookshelf, a nightstand, a mini fridge and a small bathroom were.
Downstairs, a gray sofa, a coffee table, and a flat screen TV. A kitchenette was directly underneath the loft, and a circular glass table with two chairs sat next to it. A washer and dryer stood in the corner, and the best feature of the loft was a hot tub in the farthest corner, with gigantic windows to enjoy the view of big ben.
I sighed, and slipped my keys onto the hook next to the doorway. Technically, a sixteen year old shouldn't be living on her own, but my guardian was in the hospital, and it hadn't been a year yet, so the child services weren't looking into it.
I climbed up the spiral staircase, and from underneath my bed I produced an acoustic guitar. I also grabbed my songbook, and flipped to a random page. I played a tune on my guitar, and started singing:
Gone away are the golden days
Now just a page in my diary
So here I am a Utopian citizen
I'm still convinced there's no such thing as idealism
Oh, memories they're following me like a shadow now
And I'm dreamin'
'Cause I've already suffered the fever of disbelief, yeah
But I've seen your act, I know all the facts
I'm still in love with who I wish you were, yeah
And it ain't hard to see who you are underneath
But I'm still in love with who I wish you were
I wish you were here, yeah
I was true as the sky is blue
But I couldn't soon say the same for you, no, no
So now I find denial in my eyes
Mesmerized by the, the picture that's in my mind now
Tell me when I'll finally see your shallow heart
For what it is, yeah
'Cause I don't wanna keep on believin' in illusions, no, no, no
'Cause I've seen your act and I know all the facts
I'm still in love with who I wish you were, yeah
And it ain't hard to see who you are underneath
I'm still in love with who I wish you were
I wish you were here
Sometimes I can't explain, and I'm so sorry that I can't
I'll try to concentrate on your true identity
'Cause I've seen your act and I know all the facts
I'm still in love with who I wish you were, yeah
And it ain't hard to see who you are underneath
I'm still in love with who I wish you were
I've seen your act and I know all the facts
I'm still in love with who I wish you were, yeah
And it ain't hard to see who you are underneath
I'm still in love with who I wish you were
Now I wish you were here
I wish you were here
Wish you were here
I wish you were here, yeah
I wish you were here
I finished, and looked at the song. I'd written it right after I'd gotten here. It was obviously about Fabian…I dug out my phone, and stared at it. I'd missed a call from Fabian. I bit my lip, and hit redial. It started calling Fabian's phone. Halfway through the first ring, though, I stopped the call.
I'd done that all summer long. Fabian probably thought that I didn't want to talk to him…but I did. I wanted so badly to call him up and spill out my heart to him, to cry on his shoulder (metaphorically). That was the problem. I went with Harris so that I could get away from everybody, but I still wanted to go back.
My phone started ringing again. I glanced at it, half hopeful it was Fabian. Instead, it was Harris. "We have an awesome song that just came in!" He exclaimed as soon as I picked up the phone. "Really? Harris, this is supposed to be my week off-" "I know, but can you at least sing a demo version of it? It'll take sixty minutes, tops, and then you'll be off again. By the way, how is your grandmother?" "They say she's getting better, but she looked so frail the last time I saw her. Can you send more money for her medical bill?" I asked, scared. "Of course, Nina," Harris promised gently. He was beginning to grow on me.
*Line Break*
"Great, you're here. You'll love this," he said. He handed me a sheet of paper, and I glanced at the top of it. "'Taking Chances'? Harris, you know I like to do originals," I complained. "Yes and your songs are great. But I love this song. We'll play you the music, and have you sing along to it, and then we'll kick your-I mean, push your back into there." He said. He was a bit hyperactive.
By the time the song was done, he was right-I loved it. I stepped into the recording studio, slipped on the headphones, and gave him a thumbs-up signal. Harris hit the music.
Don't know much about your life.
Don't know much about your world, but
Don't want to be alone tonight,
On this planet they call earth.
You don't know about my past, and
I don't have a future figured out.
And maybe this is going too fast.
And maybe it's not meant to last,
But what do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?
I just want to start again,
And maybe you could show me how to try,
And maybe you could take me in,
Somewhere underneath your skin?
What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?
And I had my heart beaten down,
But I always come back for more, yeah.
There's nothing like love to pull you up,
When you're laying down on the floor there.
So talk to me, talk to me,
Like lovers do.
Yeah walk with me, walk with me,
Like lovers do,
Like lovers do.
What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?
Don't know much about your life
And I don't know much about your world.
After I finished, I realized something. The person who wrote the song was right; I had to take chances in love. Like, for instance, forgiving the people you love.
Harris's voice came over the headphones. "That…was…AWESOME!" I smiled, not only because of his praise, but because I knew now what to do. Get ready, House of Anubis. I'm coming back.
So, what do you think? Oh, and imagine Lea Michele singing the last song, or look it up online.
~ChocoAwesomeness~