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Chapter 3

Alaska's POV:

"We're going to go to my garage and practice a bit, you wanna join?" Ashton asks Calum. He just shakes his head. I don't really get what his problem is, he's so rude and unfriendly... We're just trying to be nice to him, but he seems so extremely uninterested. I mean, if he doesn't want to be with us that's okay, but he can at least try to be a little bit nice.

"Okay, just come out if you change your mind" Ash smiles as we get up. I think we all know he won't change his mind though.

We walk out into the garage. There's only band stuff in here, Ash managed to persuade his mom in to giving us the garage so that we could practice in here. His mom is so great; she has shown us so much support. All of our mothers have, really, they're just amazing.

"What was up with that Calum kid? He was kinda rude," Michael says as he's getting his guitar ready. The garage isn't very big, but we have just enough room for all of our instruments and stuff.

"Yeah, he was like that when we went to invite Carol over too," Ash says. All of our moms and Carol have been best friends for a long time now, and they always tell us to call them by their first names. They are just perfect for each other, and since their kids get along pretty well, we do all sorts of things together. Anything from dinners to vacations. It's great having these three dorks and a happy mother by my side all the time, I love it.

"Too bad he doesn't want to be a part of the band; we really need a bassist," Luke says as I turn on the microphones. I'm the only one in the band who doesn't play any instruments, I just sing. I know how to play the piano, but we don't need it in the band, so I just sing. I write songs too, but most of them I don't show to anyone. They're just too personal, I guess. Sometimes I just need to express my emotions, and I choose to do it through songs.

We tried a period where I played the bass, but I was so bad at it, I just gave up. We figured it would be easier to find someone else, preferably someone who already knows how to play, but we're not picky. We accept anyone, that's how desperate we are.

"I'm sure we'll find someone soon," I say.

"We've looked everywhere, literally no one's interested," Michael whines.

"Stop whining and start playing," I laugh and roll my eyes. He's so whiny sometimes, but hey, we still love him.

We play for maybe an hour before we wrap things up. As I'm turning off the microphones I start thinking about how this band means everything to me. Whenever I want to escape from everything, I call the boys and we come here and practice. We've been doing this for around a year and it just feels so good! It's great having a place to go when I want to escape, this is my haven.

We all go back into the house and say goodbye to everyone. Calum just walks right out and heads towards Carol's house without saying goodbye to anyone.

"I'm really sorry about him, he's going through a tough time right now, that's kind of why he's here. His mom just really wants him to get better, so she's trying everything..." Carol explains quietly once Calum has left. I thought he was just generally rude... Now I feel bad for thinking that he was kind of a douche...

"Oh, maybe you guys should let him hang out with you? Maybe that'll help?" Luke's mom smiles towards us.

"He's welcome to hang out with us if he wants to," Ash smiles. He's always so nice and positive, it's almost annoying sometimes. It's one of the best, yet worst things about him.

"That's great to hear, I'll let him know," Carol smiles before she says goodbye and leaves. My mom and I leave shortly after. We live so close by, we can just walk. We all live in the same neighborhood, so we get together a lot, even if it's just for our parents to have coffee together.

"Honey, you do remember that you have an appointment with your therapist tomorrow, right?" mom asks me once we're home.

"Yeah mom, I do," I just say before I go up to my room. I hate going to the therapist, it's such a waste of time, and I'm not a big fan of wasting time.

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"How are you feeling today Alaska?" my therapist smiles. That is always her first question.

"Good," I answer. That is always my first answer.

"Good! So, do you want to talk about it today?" she asks.

"There is nothing to talk to talk about. I don't even get why I have to come here," I mutter. I'm usually a cheery person, but not when I'm at the therapist. This place just drains all of my cheeriness right out of me.

"It's because you haven't talked about what happened once since it actually happened, and your mother is worried about you. It's not healthy Alaska, you can't just bottle it all up, you have to talk about it. Not necessarily with me, but you could talk about it with your friends. Have you talked to them about it?" she asks me.

"No, because I don't need to talk about it," I say calmly. I don't. I'm fine. I don't like talking about my problems, I'd rather just ignore them until they go away.

"No, you don't want to talk about it. I know it's hard, but you can't just ignore it, you'll never get better if you continue like this," she sighs.

"But I'm fine! I don't need to get better because I'm perfectly fine!" I say angrily and stand up.

"Alaska, please sit down again," she says calmly.

"No, we're done," I say. If anyone had heard me say this out of context, they would have guessed that I was breaking up with someone.

"Alaska-" I hear her say as I walk out of her office with my jaw clenched. I nearly slam the door to her office shut, and as I'm about to head towards the exit I get eye contact with someone who's sitting on one of the chairs in the waiting room.

Calum.

Okay guys, I just wanted to let you know that I'm planning on starting a new story soon calles Savages and I'm so excited, but I don't have any time to freaking write... Let's hope I get some time this weekend!

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