AN: Here it is! This chapter goes to I Swear This Time I Mean It by Mayday Parade, an amazing song and band! So go check it out, has a great vibe for this chapter! Okay, thank you for everything! Reviews, alerts, favorites, whatever! They're all amazing! ~Rinny

PS. The song Chad wrote will be featured in the next installment, so don't worry. I worked hard on the lyrics, so enjoy! :D

Chapter 12

CPOV

My watch reads two in the afternoon and I can only pray that'll be enough time. I sigh, wondering where to start. I have a plan, I remind myself, but even hours before I will see her, I already have butterflies. So I get up from my seat, hoping that if I prepare my butterflies will disappear. And I decide to start with the necessities.

2:15 PM

With my pencil clenched in my palm, I throw back my head. I had written it about a year ago and I only need to change a few words. And I have managed to perfect a few lines, but I have also managed to almost tear my hair out in the frustrating process. I sigh, trying not to give up, for I haven't thought this much since algebra class. But each time I want to drop the pencil, I remind myself something.

It's for Allison.

2:30 PM

And at this time, I finish it at last, holding up the two sheets of written on paper and smile, hoping for the best reaction from her. Well, I am hoping for her to even open her window in the first place. So I sit in my chair for a minute, deciding what to do next. I think out my plan in my mind, visualizing all possibilities, good and bad.

I realize what is to be done next and I hop out of my seat and run to the kitchen, grabbing my cell phone from the countertop. I lean against the fridge, the cold air making me shiver. I dial the number from memory and with a smile I hear the voice I had heard earlier today.

"Hello, this is Chase from Uncle Joe's. How may I help you?" asks the most likely pimple faced teenager running the cash register as I had.

"Hey, I'm Chad. I put in an order earlier today?" I ask, wondering if he would remember.

"Ah, yes. The one who's ordering delivery? To California. How can I help you?" he asks again, but in a harsh annoyed tone unlike the ignorant, bored attitude from before.

"Yeah," I begin to speak into the phone. "That's me. Where exactly is it at this time?" I question, getting straight to the point. He sighs heavily enough that it is clearly heard through the line. And I am almost certain that he is meaning to do that.

"In your private jet, man. It'll be there at seven all right?" he asks, even more frustrated than the previous expression. I sigh, nodding slightly.

"Thanks. It's just I'm trying to make this girl forgive me and-"

"Thank you for choosing Uncle's Joe's. Have a nice day," says the oily skinned teen, or so I imagine him as. And with no words to reply, the line goes dead and I roll my eyes as I place the phone down.

"Dumb kid," I whisper as I walk to my room, mentally scratching off things from my long to-do list. Why do I put up with this, I ask myself?

It's for Allison.

2:50 PM

I'm in my room with my guitar on my lap. I twist the small grey tabs on the head of the instrument. I remember taking lessons, I think to myself. I'm just hoping I remember how to play. I tune the guitar, testing every note I can remember and every string in sight. I look to the small notebook on the right of me and smile at the words I had just recently written, or at least revised. And here comes the practice.

"I miss her face, she changed her name," I begin to sing, strumming a bit, my fingers slipping already.

"I've lost my place and she's to blame," I sing, stopping the song. I look back at the paper and cross the last line out. I think of a better one almost instantly.

"I've lost my place, but I have my fame." Better, I compliment myself. I'll sing her a melody I plan in my mind. And hope to God she'll listen. I continue to sing a bit, fixing things I'm not happy with. And once I have the basic notes down, I go over to my dresser with my guitar face down on my bed. This is so much work, I complain.

It's for Allison.

4:05 PM

I feel like a girl by this point for the main fact that I just took more than an hour to choose my clothes. And the result is the most casual outfit in my closet, but looking in the mirror, I agree with my ego and think I look good. Wearing a striped green hooded sweatshirt and jeans, I grab a brush from my bedside table.

I brush my perfect hair into perfection and sigh, hoping it looks, well, perfect. Because I can only pray that tonight is amazing. I can only pray that tonight is the rebirth of it all. But I can only pray. And again with despair leaking into my thoughts, I remind myself a simple fact.

It's for Allison.

7:01 PM

The hours change so fast, moments after moments of wonder and hope. My stomach is knotted and twisted like I have never felt before. The food was supposed to be here at seven. I check my watch. It is about a minute after. I knew that pimple face would mess this up, I tell myself! Any second between time checking, I'm peering out the window, hoping to see a deliveryman from the airport step onto my lawn. And each time he's not there, the knot in my stomach becomes more and more like a pretzel.

It's for Allison. I just hope the food will get here.

7:10 PM

I hear a knock on my door after nearly falling asleep at the glass pane. But I rise up quickly, dashing to open the door. I yank on the knob and it comes open to reveal the man with a small cardboard box. I smile, thanking the man and giving him the money for the food and shipping.

I bring the cumbersome box to the coffee table and pull off the packing tape. I almost rip off the cardboard to get to the food inside. Opening it, I smell the familiar scent and a smile comes to my face. I pull out the cliché wings and bread and slip it into a small wooden basket. Then I leave the room to grab my guitar and slip on my shoes. I return to my living room with the guitar slung around my shoulder with a strap and the piece of equipment facing towards my back.

I grab the necklace and look closer at the jewelry. I pull it close to my face and see the rusty latch on the side of the pendant. I sigh, wondering to myself. I use my thumb to pop open the latch and look inside, seeing the note still there. And this makes me wonder. But I block the majority of my thoughts, attempting to focus on what mattered most.

It's for Allison.

8:00

I arrive at her house, finding the place from the records on the So Random fan page. I pray she'll hear me after all my mistakes. All I could hope was that my voice could make this right. If luck is on my side tonight. And I could hope to be her memories, bringing them back after she stowed them away. She could crush me, I remind myself. Please don't crush me, I beseech to the cold evening air.

I reach the base of the tall oak tree that lies outside her apartment. And through the window of the second story room is Allison. My Alli Gator was only a tough climb away. And I'm nearly positive that she is crying, but I can barely see her past the dirty pane of glass.

And I swear this time I mean it, I conclude. It isn't like an apology stuffed in a necklace or an excuse for passing time. It is true and I hope she believes that as well. But I'm such a dreamer, I think to myself as I begin to climb the tree, stuffing the necklace in my pocket and pushing the basket to my forearm. I won't let her down, I tell myself, reaching for branch after branch.

It's for Allison.