𝑅𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑|| 𝑗.ℎ

Alternative ending

*the beginning is the same, skip down to where her speech ends and you can start from there if you don't want to read this all over again:)*

"Looks like someone didn't do what she was suppose to do." The familiar voice rang through my ears. Looking up from my journal Micheal sits across from me in the booth.

"No, I'm just writing because I can. I writing what come natural to me. I don't know maybe it will inspire my next painting."

"Yeah the world-famous Emilia Allen, getting inspiration from her bestfriend. I can already see it on billboards."

"Shut up nimrod." I scoff. He sends me a sheepish smile before pulling out his phone and checking his emails

I'm now 23 and have a job one of the top painting industry in the country. I sometimes paint for them however most of the time it's just me seeing how good a painting is. So all this world-famous painter shit is a load of bull. I'm content with what I do.

These last 6 years have been hard, especially the first year or so but in the end, I've gotten to where I want to be.

I moved to Michigan actually, no where near where Lily is from, more up north near Michigan University. Micheal offered for me to move into his apartment is second year of College and I took the offer and haven't left since. I miss the old ground of Tennessee but Michigan isn't too bad and it's insanely pretty here.

Micheal works as a coach now for college football at the university and he loves his job. He wanted to stop playing football after college but wanted to still stay in contact with the sport. Michigan had a job open right after he graduated and he got in. He loves what he does and I always make fun of him at mad he gets at his players on game day, he's a whole new level of mean.

Besides all of that, lifes been okay. I see a therapist every week. I'm still working out something, it's not like these things can just go away. I don't talk to anyone from my past expect from Micheal, we've became extremely close. I haven't bothered trying to find anything to do with my family. They are dead to me. I still have nightmares, some nights Michael will coax me through them but he hasn't mastered the way Jaden use to and that's okay.

I haven't heard a word from him since that day he called me and I think i'm okay with that. He still lives in LA and has some music out. He's doing pretty good but that is just what the media portrays. I just hope he is still the guy I knew somewhere down there.

Micheal has talked to him and still talks to him every once an awhile but never has he once brought me into any conversation and neither has Jaden so to say the least, we both are happy living our own lives.

"So what are you writing exactly?" Micheal butts into my thoughts. I shrug my shoulders looking down at my paper.

"Remember that one day in highschool I was working on a project I had and I was stuck on writing it?" He shakes his head. "Well the rough draft I kept for some reason and I was thinking of finishing it. I have a speech coming up for work that my boss wants to present in the next showing so I'm also trying to figure that out."

"You seem busy. Ew" We both let out a soft chuckle before we dive into how our days were.

-

Walking out onto the small platform, I take notice of how many people are actually here,I never expect these many people, especially due to the fact it's an art convention. When they all notice my presence, the room falls silent and all eyes go onto me.

You can do this.

"Good afternoon, I hope you all are doing well."

"I guess you are expecting a speech, well I'm going to be honest with you. I haven't written one." Confused glares spread throughout the crowd. There at least has to be over a 2,000  people here.