High Hopes (Chris Motionless)

Schedule My Sadness Would You

Arabella POV

Never have I ever felt so down and sad in my life. Devin insisted him and I should go out sometime but I'm not up for it. I'm not up for anything.

Max, Ronnie and I have gotten a lot closer in the past week. They might even be my best friends.

"Ouch!" I yell laughing. "You sat on my fucking leg you doofus,"

"I'm sorry your majesty," Max bows. "Can I get you anything?"

I shake my head. I lay my head down on his shoulder. "Just a shoulder to cry on,"

"Why the tears, love?"

"It's complicated," I sigh.

"Let me guess...boy drama,"

I nod. "Yeah, I don't want to talk about it though,"

I straighten my hair with my fingers and sit back on his couch, pulling my knees closer to me.

"Sooooo what do you want to do? We can go out somewhere if you want. To keep your mind off things," he suggests.

"Sure,"

He gets his car keys and locks up his house.

***

It's half way through the year, the school year. A week after Christmas to be exact. Andy began to form his own band while Chris began to write music for his band. Arabella on the other hand is one hundred percent ready for college. Her grades are up to par, tuition already paid for.

School starts on Monday. Midterms are a week away, and Chris is totally unprepared. Andy could honestly care less. Although he is a pretty intelligent guy, he doesn't care for the increased school knowledge, for he already knew he wasn't going to use that information for his future.

Andy insisted that he drop out of school but Arabella wouldn't let him. She knew his goals were to travel to California to form his band. He only stayed because of her. He didn't care for school.

***

Chris POV

"Bells!" I yelled walking up the stairs. "Why don't you ever answer me!?"

Her hair was up in a loose but elegant bun. Her feet were bare but she wore a black dress with lace sleeves that was mid thigh. She was applying minimal makeup.

"Where ya going?" I ask leaning on the door frame.

"How'd you get in here?"

"Devin,"

"Out. I'm going out with Andy,"

"To?"

"Why so many questions?"

"Just incase something happens, I can know where you are and come and get you. It's for your safety. Gotta know if the love of my life is safe,"

She stands up pressing out her dress with her hands. "How do you look?"

"Honestly, you look amazing. The most beautiful girl a guy could ever ask for. Andy is a lucky guy. I was once that lucky, but shit happens,"

"Thank you,"

The doorbell rings. "I'll get the door,"

I open the door revealing a fancied up Andy with a single rose.

"Is that for me?" I smirk at him.

"Just because we're friends now doesn't mean you can actually talk to me,"

He shoves me to the side and I close the door. "She's upstairs?"

"Uh, duh,"

I walk with him up the stairs and see Bella putting on her Louis Vuitton black pumps and her dark blue Calvin Klien coat that stopped just above her knees.

"You look amazing, baby. Twirl for me," he says making me gag. "All mine,"

Fuck you, I say internally. "Thanks baby, we should go. Chris you can stay if you want, but don't wait up," they leave and I sit on her bed, huffing and puffing.

"Some one looks jealous," Devin says leaning on the doorway, arm crossed. "You should get out more. Find a girl or something,"

I let out a soft chuckle. "I could say the same to you,"

"What was the occasion?"

"For them going out? I have no idea. I don't really are either,"

"Sure you don't," Devin murmurs. He goes back to his room, I could hear the door shut quietly.