Author's Note: Ok, so I made one change. Alex's stepfather/ Isabella's husband name is now Dominic not Micah. Thanks for the support and leave a comment, I enjoy all cristism. -Dri
Alex's POV
Today was just one of those days.
After getting back from the beach with Blake, I stopped by to meet the guys Marcus had rounded up to help us with the preformance. I'll admit being surrounded by so much musical talent was intimidating at first because back home I was always showing off what I could do. Now being around people, who really knew music and even more then myself. It wasn't long before we were all jamming out to Bruno's songs. In that moment I didn't realize how much I had missed being around other musicians, or people that loved music as much as me. It was the first time (in awhile for me) that I totally just lost myself, I put away all my worries and just did what I do best. Picked up my guitar and sang.
Even now as I lay in my room staring up at the ceiling, I can still feel the smile that was present not even an hour ago and my heart beating a mile a minute. I wish this was how I always felt and maybe I could, my mom has always pushed me towards music, especially after what happened to my d- step dad.
"Damn it." I swear softly. Moving from my bed I head to my tiny bathroom. I dont bother turning on the light as my hands feel for the facuet. The cold water cools down my skin, but it doesn't wash away my slip up. Though is it really? The man was all I knew for over 16 years, yet apart of me feels like ever since I learned the truth. That my real last name is Hernandez, not Lincolin I should give my birth father a chance. With that being said it still does not change the fact that regardless of DNA, Dominic will always be my dad. He was there for everything, granted my birth father doesnt know I even exist.
I wipe the water off my face and reach for the sweater hanging behind the door. Pulling it over my head I slip on my sneakers and head out to the fire escape. The cold LA air hitting my face as I take a seat on the first step. It's quite tonight. A good change from the normal sirens that are usually blaring at this time.
"I just don't know what to do." I speak. No one is around to hear my pleas but him. The moon. When I was a kid, my grandfather would drag me out of bed just so we could watch it for a few hours, especially when it was full phase in it's cycle. I never understood why until now. "Why won't she keep fighting? Why does she want me to be alone? Why is she so selfish? Why grandpa? Why?" I feel the hot tears once again stain my cheeks, as I stare up at the moon. It's white light luminating the dark sky. Even as I wipe away my tears it's still shines as bright as it did before.
Though my grandfather can't reply I feel my pleas were heard I feel my body begin to relax. I bow my head and whisper a soft pray, at the same time I pull out my necklaces from my jacket. Clucking them between my fingers I bring them to my lips, kissing them as I end the pray. In that moment I made a promise that no more tears will be shed over this.
I kept my promise. After that night on the fire escape I buried myself in getting ready for the performance. It paid off, we were a hit with everyone at the party. So much so that soon after myself and the guys, started recieving offers to play for other kids at the high school. We all declined the offers since we all had real jobs and the collabration was just a one time deal.
Liam's POV
"They lil panda you gotta watch this video."
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Lil Hernandez
Fanfiction"This is the last stop so get off kid." Calls the driver. I grab my guitar case and duffle bag. Shuffling down the aisle of the bus my legs start to get weak. I've been on this bus for over ten hours and before that a five and half hour flight. I ho...
