AN:
Me: I own my uncompleted English homework.
English Homework: Another detention for Gloria unfortunately.
English Teacher: Ms. Barrientos-Sanchez! Why don't you have your homework! I swear, if u did as much writing in that little journal of creative writing as you did for this class, you'll have an A+!
Me: (groans) not another detention.. Oh well.. Well, I own my fan-fiction account.
Fan fiction account: Uh-huh. . oh yeah! Gloria created me.. Uh-huh.. OH YEAH!!
Twilight: You'll never own me !! BWA-HA-HA!!
ME: who knew Twilight could be so protective of their copyrights …
Chapter 6- Soulmates and the truth
"Ok, so we need a nice song for graduation. Not too punky, a bit soft .I could play my piano." I said to Nixon.
"Yeah. Something nice." Nixon said. We (ME) were writing a song for graduation.
I chewed on my Constantine pen (limited edition from the film given to me by Hunter). Ok. End of high school. When a chapter of your life ends, and when another beginning. The end of the end. The beginning of the end. When you're searching for stability and success… And someone to love. A soulmate. Soulmates are what many people find in their college years, maybe even high school years.
Psh. Forever he said. Bitter forever for me now. I silently thought.
"Nixon? What about soulmates?" I yelled, since Nixon had chosen to take refuge in the band room. She came out, dressed?
"Great! Now, I just got a text from Jared and Elliot. Something about a new café called Black Angels and booking a gig there. You ok alone?" She said, slipping on her white hoody. (PICTURE ON PROFILE)
"I'm good. Go ahead. Tell them I said hi." I said, words flowing in my head. A song unraveling in my head. Write, Izzy, write.
-* - 6 hour later -*-
"Done!" I exclaimed. I picked up the sheets of paper where I had the lyrics for the song, as well where I had the notes for the instruments. I picked out the lyrics, and the piano note sheet, and went to the band room.
The band room was a separate room, connected to our room, like our bathrooms. (I know. Tuition must be hell. It is. Good thing they gave me a late scholarship. The rest of the band is also here on scholarships.) Nixon's drums were in it, as well as my piano and back up mic. The room was beautiful, like all the other rooms here. It was grey and white. It had some couches, a table or two, and was just beautiful. It sometimes reminded me of the Cullen's home back in Forks, with the neutral colors that Esme always used. I cringed internally, remembering the place i used to call home, my safe haven other than Charlie's house.
Time to practice. Ok. I started playing my piano. Here goes nothing. (AN- Soulmate by Natasha Bedingfield)
"Incompatible, it don't matter though
'cause someones bound to hear my cry
Speak out if you do
You're not easy to find
Is it possible Mr. Loveable
Is already in my life?
Right in front of me
Or maybe you're in disguise
Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone
Here we are again, circles never end
How do I find the perfect fit
There's enough for everyone
But I'm still waiting in line
Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone
If there's a soulmate for everyone
Most relationships seem so transitory
They're all good but not the permanent one
Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Oh, somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone
Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone
If there's a soulmate for everyone"
I stopped. I was crying. No, screw that. I was straight up blubbering. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. My hands lay lightly on the piano, making no sound. My eyes were all bleary.
"Shh. It's okay, Izzy. Come on."
It was Hunter. I must've left the room and band room door open..
"I can't. I mean.." I said. Or tried to, anyways. I just blubbered out "I ban't. I ean…"
"It's okay Izzy." Hunter said, hugging me. They all knew what happened. The edited version. I need to tell them. The real story. The truth.
"Hunter call the others please." I said. Tried, really. I just blubbed out "Under, all e otters lease." He must've understood though, cause he stepped out, talking to Elliot over his cell. I took a deep breath. This is gonna be a long day.
"Iz? What's wrong?" Nixon said when she came in the room with Jared and Elliot. She shot accusing looks at Hunter, but Hunter just shrugged them off. Guess she saw my watery eyes and ruined make up. Oh God. I must look like a raccoon..
I just kept on crying. I guess Hunter showed her the lyrics, since she turned into my mini-me but worse. I swear, I didn't even know she even half of those words. Elliot and Jared must've seen them too, since they started talking about different ways of torture for Edward.
"You couldn't." I whispered.
"COULDN'T! I could crush his damn skull with Mabel if I wanted to!" Elliot scoffed.
"You really couldn't.. He's…" I whispered, trailing off. Damn you Edward Cullen. You led me on. Made me think you actually cared and gave a damn about me. Had your family lead on the whole charade. Then, you guys, you especially, went away. After your promise in Phoenix. After all we, me and you, had been through. But, I was too deep in when you gave up, when you went away. I still am.
"He's.. He's.. He's a vampire." I said. It was quiet for a minute, and then all hell broke loose.
"Nixon, get me my medical bag."
"What the hell? Is she on crack?"
"Iz, are you ok?"
"MY PIRATE HAS SCURVY!" (A/N guess who said what. XD)
"I'm perfectly fine. He is a.. Err… Vampire." I said. For the next two hours, I told them everything from Biology to James, to Phoenix, to the woods, to now.
"Holy shit." Elliot said, packing his medical gear away on Nixon's bed.
"Oh my damn" Nixon said.
"You took the words out of my mouth, twin." Jared said.
Hunter, being Hunter, whistled on my bed. We had moved to the bedroom after the whole my ex-boyfriend is an eternal demon from hell AKA a vampire .
I looked down. My eyes still brimmed with tears. My make up of course making me look like a raccoon.
"Izzy, if this is true.." Jared said.
"Then, damn, you're ex NEEDS an ass whooping!" Nixon said.
I laughed. I couldn't help it. An image of Nixon giving Edward rope burn, I mean carpet burn, was hilarious.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys the whole thing. I mean…" I croaked out, my voice hoarse.
They all hugged me.
"It's ok." Nixon whispered into my ear.
That's when I let it all out. The unshed tears bursting to get out. The sobs that always whimpered in me. The cries that always haunted me. The feeling from my memories that threatened my sanity. The words that were always whispering in my head.
It will be as if I'd never existed.
All let out loose. For the first time.
My family. My band. My friends. All in one. They're my rock. Always.
Well thats the 6th chapter of Musical Closure. Special Thanks to those who have me on story alert or who review! I love you guys! Remember, im looking for a beta! if anyone wants to do it, PM me. Ull be the first to see the transcript! ooh la la! XD so yeah. ill try to get chp 7, Graduation? Already!?up by maybe sunday. idk yet. the latest at monday night. Ciao, me amigas.
- Victoria ( i was doing spanish hw earlier XD)
PS- Should I collaborate the sequel with this, or make it another story as originally planned, aka To Hell with Fate. Tell me por favor!