Broken Me

Daydream Away

"You're just a daydream away, wouldn't know what to say if I had you." ~ Daydream Away by All Time Low

     I held Alex close to my chest, gently bouncing her. Outside the sound of yelling and cabs honking filled the hair, even at two in the morning. Living in some run down apartment in the center of LA wasn't my ideal plan, but this was my home, at least for now. Alex was getting close to her terrible twos, and her light blond curls plucked at my heart strings. She had his hair and her ocean eyes.

     I had been raising my best friend Kylie's baby since Alex was a month old. By then Kylie had recovered enough from child birth to do the one thing she knew how to; she ran away. Kylie asked me to babysit one night so she could go to the movies with one of her friends and never came home. It wasn't until I discovered the note she left on one of Alex's bottles saying she needed space. That she needed time to understand she was a mother.

     Being Alex's godmother, I stepped up to being the guardian. Both Oliver and Kylie's parents didn't deserve to be forced into raising their grandchild. So here I was, living in the middle of LA with my wonderful roommate Sam. He was one of those gay guys who wasn't overly flamboyant and had a level head. Lately his voice had replaced my old PE coach's as my conscious.

     Alex's breathing became slower, her warm breath on my neck as she drifted off into another calm slumber. Her little hands looked like ivory in the moonlight as she gripped my baggy sweat shirt. The breeze outside would be nice, but the yells of a bustling city were muted heavily through glass, opening the windows would increase it by fifty percent. I sighed, tightening my grip on Alex slightly. I couldn't bear to wake her by placing her into my bed, so I settled for holding her in my arms and watching the lights dancing in the windows.

     "Now she won't buy my sex appeal. Just an east coast kid with a record deal. I play her song, she plays the field. That girl, that girl."  My alarm clock startled me, waking me up. Shaking my head slightly, I realized I had fallen asleep on my feet. With Alex in my arms, no doubt. Glancing down at her, she was already wide eyed and awake, wide eyes boring into mine. She broke the stare with a blink and a white smile.

     "Good morning Sunshine!" I greeted, smiling back and shifting her in my arms. Alex stopped smiling and soon made sounds of displeasure and pushing my arms away. I set her down on the tan carpet and off she went. I laughed, the girl went where ever she please. "Just like her mother," I thought, another laugh dying on my lips.

     I wrapped my armsaround myself instinctively. The memory was still fresh in my mind when I was told of Kylie's pregnancy.

*Flashback*

     "Kylie? Who's the father?" I asked softly, rubbing circles into my best friend's back as she sobbed. Her chocolate curls were a mess and her tan skin had a tint of green to it. Through deep shakey breathes, hiccups, and her hands covering her face I could barely make out her response.

     "Oliver!" she whispered, her voice hoarse and tired. She began to shake her head back and forth, like she was so disappointed in herself. I felt myself froze, my breath caught in my throat and tears began to form in my own eyes. I blinked them away and once again began to rub circles in my best friend's back.

     "Rose, you know I never! Rose, oh Rose!" Kylie sobbed with her whole body, shaking badly. I smoothed back her hair and she finally raised her blood shot blues to mine.

     "Shh, it'll be okay." I assured her, giving her the warmest smile I could while inside my heart was shattering. "She knew, she knew," was the only phrase ringing through my mind as I hugged her tightly. "Betrayed" was the only word to describe how I felt.

*End Of Flash Back*

     "Hey Rose, why did I find the tot wearing a pot on her head singing Wiggles songs?" Sam questioned, ruining the mood my mind had set with that memory. Now that I was out of it, I could hear Alex singing gibberish with the occasional intelligent word thrown in.

     "How can you tell it's a Wiggles song?" I responded, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. He just laughed and went back into the living room. I huffed and announced I was off to take a shower. I walked past the living room to see Sam throwing Cherios at Alex to catch in her mouth and the television an array of colors bright enough to give me a headache.

     The bathroom was somewhat, er, well, cramped. The shower was at least some what spacious, enough for two people, but the sink and toilet were practically side by side. I took a quick glance in the mirror, same old same old Rose. My brown eyes were still that same boring mud pie color and my hair was still that boring shade of brown. However, it currently had neon streaks of "electric" green through it, and there were tattoos of music notes on my hands, looking more like someone simply drew them on rather than inked me up. Other than those tinny tiny abnormalities, I looked like every other little white girl trying to make it in LA as a pianist. I yawned, stretching my arms over my head. A shower sounded like a really nice wake up.

     After showering and dressing myself in a simple, green floral sundress, I decided to fix myself a proper brunch. By now, Alex was in full blown toddler mode, running around in circles while Sam was passed out on the couch. I shot him daggers, hoping he would have a nightmare. Some babysitter he was. His black hair was stuck up in every which direction with pink clips Alex adored, red lipstick in a thick line across his nose, and a teddy bear tucked under his square jaw. His grey eyes were moving beneath his lids in what seemed like a crazed manner.

     I ran a hand through my wet hair and grabbed a banana off the marble counter, twisting it off the bunch with ease. Alex, somehow able to hear the sound of her favorite fruit over the TV snapped around. I smiled, motioning her to come to me.

     "Want half?" I asked softly and she nodded rapidly. I broke the banana in half, handing her the smaller half.

     "Go nuts!" Alex exclaimed, beating me to my favorite phrase. I laugh as she took off as the comerical break ended to go watch more mind numb shows. The land line phone started ringing, something that doesn't happen often. I put a finger to my lips to get Alex to shush when I picked up.

     "Hello, Rosabella May Grant speaking?" I answered with thinking it might be my agent; who knows, maybe I missed her on my cell phone.

     "Rose? It's me Oliver" a voice I thought I'd never have to hear again spoke through the phone. I felt my breath catch in my throat, as I dropped the phone. As it clattered to the tile, taking the green holder with it, all I had built up without him came crashing down.

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AN: Woohoo, chapter two! :)