I Want You All To Myself

Four

Josh's POV 

Matt and I hung around the back of the crowd, eating our hotdogs happily under the shading tents. We were planning on making our way to the front of the main stage a bit later, but for now we were taking a break to fuel up a bit. 

"Thish ish shuh besht hawg-gog I'ph epha tashted," Matt said between two huge bites. 

I laughed, covering my mouth to keep from spilling all the chewed-up hotdog on the ground. Eeew. I gulped it down quickly and said, "I agree, French girls ARE hot when they're wasted." 

Matt frowned. "Huh? I said-" 

"I know what you said, you idiot!" Matt's confused expression was absolutely priceless. I waved it off and took another bite. Man, that moron was right, this was one good fucking hotdog.  

While we were eating and messing around, the bands switched up. I watched as the new guys took their places on the stage. They all looked the same from a distance. The singer asked the crowd how they were doing in an oddly familiar female voice. 

"Wow, that chick is hot," Matt muttered absently. 

I shot him a bewildered glance. "How do you even know what she looks like?" As if on cue, the cameras locked on her then and she appeared on the huge screens, her warm smile seeming to light up the already bright sky.  

And then it hit me. Like a hundred bricks.  

I choked and coughed as I tried to make sense of what was happening to me. This wasn't possible. I was dreaming. She was gone. Forever. She wasn't supposed to come back. ...  

She wasn't supposed to come back! 

"You ok, man?" Matt asked in a concerned voice.  

I nodded quickly, but it was a lie. Fuck. I couldn't believe it. I looked back at the screens to make sure it hadn't just been an illusion. Just as I did so, the beautiful girl opened her mouth to sing, and what came out was unmistakably Hayley's voice. I would never forget that voice. She was magnificent, her wild hair flying in every direction, her small tank top clinging to her perfect curves... Wow, she had grown up so much. But her smile hadn't changed. It was still so wide, so welcoming, so contagious and... so... beautiful... 

"Wow, somebody's got a crush on the sexy vocalist," Matt taunted. 

I snapped out of it immediately and shot him a distraught glare. "I do NOT." 

"Dude, you were practically drooling." He chuckled and patted my back lightly. "Don't worry man, your secret's safe with me."  

I rolled my eyes. He couldn't understand-obviously, since I hadn't even explained it to him. I wasn't planning on doing it anyway. It was just too fucked up and complicated. Sadly, I realised there was a huge part of me who wished she'd never showed up. It was just too much. I had barely managed to let go of her and now THIS?  

"We are Paramore!" she shouted into the microphone. Paramore? Huh. Cool name. 

I sighed thoughtfully. I couldn't believe she had already made it so far. While I was being a dumb fucker smoking heroin she was building up her path to fame and glory, and now look at her. Standing on top of the stage proudly, reaching her arms out to thousands of people... My stomach knotted painfully as I realised I would never be there, in that magical place she practically already owned. 

I looked away, trying to ignore her perfection until she vanished again. "Give it up for Jeremy, Zac and Josh!" she yelled happily while everybody clapped and cheered. My head snapped up and I looked at her again despite myself. She had... actually... said my name.