One Shots

I'd give it all for you

By marisa407

People know the story of Romeo and Juliet; the theme of love, friendship, and betrayal. Love can be complicated, but rewarding. Friendship is close to becoming family, but with betrayal that is a different story. The worse type of betrayal is being blindsided.

Sierra's POV:
We rode on the tour bus from our last gig, we rocked the venue of course. My black bandana kept my sweaty red hair in place, preventing the last bit of sweat from dripping into my green eyes. I leaned my head on the window that was cold from the chilly October air, closing my eyes I remembered how the audience kept asking for encore after encore.
"Pirates Queen!" "Pirates Queen!" "Pirates Queen!"
I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt a large soft hand gently shake me.
"Sierra wake up. We finally arrived to the hotel. Everyone already checked in."
I fluttered my eyes trying to shake the sleepiness and tiredness away. I opened my eyes to have them focus on my fellow band member and boyfriend's face that resembled a Greek god with a chiseled jawline, nice full lips, a little round nose, but the feature that I have grown to love over the three years we've been together the most has to be his soft brown eyes that can melt all my worries away. I stretched my arms above my head hearing the kinks on back working themselves out. I looked out the window to see the sun begun to rise. I put my arms down and took a deep breath.
"Ramin look, the sun is coming up."
He plopped next to me and grabbed my hand. We sat at the edge of the bus's window sill and enjoyed the different assortments of red, orange, and yellow hues come to life while the array of blue hues slowly disappeared into inexistence.
"So much for going to sleep at night like normal people."
He smiled his patent smirk. I ran my hand throw his dark brown sweaty hair slicking it back.
"Well we aren't really normal people. We go on tours for a living. We live in hotels. When was the last we slept in our actual beds?"
He shrugged his shoulders and bit his lip. He grabbed my other hand and started to play with my tiny fingers in his large calloused hands that have seen the strings of his guitars to many times to count. After sitting in silence for God knows how long I cleared my throat.
"Ramin what's bothering you?" I wiggled my left hand out of his grasp to cup his cheek.
"You can tell me anything. I'm your girlfriend remember?" he chuckled at the last part.
"Yes Sie, I know you are my girlfriend, we've been dating for a little over three years." He brought my other hand to his lips and kissed the inside of my palm.
"Then what's wrong?"
He took breath and closed his eyes. He blurted out something incoherent, making it hard for me to understand what he said or attempted to say.
"What did you just say?"
I asked raising my eyebrow.
He stood up from the couch and paced the bus back and forth. He wiped his hands on his black jeans and straighten up making him look taller than he already is. I knew something was extremely bothering him. His jawline kept pulsating from him gritting his teeth, as while he kept gnawing on his bottom lip.
"Ramin just spit it out already."
He stopped in his tracks and looked at me. His jaw stopped pulsating. He staggered towards me and dropped to his knees. He put his head down sighing in defeat. For the years I have known him, he has never been like this. Why so sudden? I placed my index finger under his chin making him look at me, I wanted to see those soft, warm brown eyes that I have fallen in love with. Except this time his eyes showed a different emotion, they showed sorrow and tiredness.
"Ramin what did you say earlier?" I started to get annoyed with his antics.
"Sie I said that we should leave the band. Lets leave and start a new life together. You and me."
He grabbed my hands and placed them on his heart. I was exteremly baffled by his comment.
"Wait, what?" I shook my hands out of his and stood up.
"You're crazy Ramin, out of everyone in the band you were the one who never wanted to settle down and have a family. Why all of a sudden?" He stood up from the floor, his jaw begun to pulsate again.
"Because Sie, we aren't getting any younger. I'm 30 and you are 28, we already had our best years. We've been with the band for 5 years. I want to do more with my life than just tour life. Sierra I love you I really do, but I can't do this anymore. My eldest brother sent me a video of my niece taking her first steps, I saw the sparkle in his eye. I want that too. I want to have a little bundle of joy in my arms. Don't you?"
He said all of this with a straight face. I began to observe his facial muscles trying to detect if anything he said was a lie. I scanned his eyebrows stopping briefly to examine the large scar that from the end of his left eyebrow to the top of his cheek, I looked at his lips noticing they're closed shut, his golden brown skin glisten with sweat, the vein in his neck throbbed with anticipation to hear my answer. He ran his calloused fingers through his hair and sighed. I didn't know what to say, all I could do was keep my mouth shut.
"I guess that's your answer. You're just not going to say anything. Fine, I'll be in my own hotel room."
He grabbed his leather jacket and walked out of the bus. I wanted to chase after him, but my feet wouldn't move. I wiped the stray tears away and grabbed my cardigan. I opened the door to be greeted by Texas chilly air, I wrapped my cardigan tightly around my petite body and walked to my hotel room: alone.
Sierra's POV
That was the last time I saw him. Two years since I saw the love of my life. The following morning I woke to find a note on my pillow from Ramin saying that he left and isn't coming back. My heart broke in a million pieces. Have you ever loved someone or something so much, that when it disappears you have a non-fillable void where your heart should be? That's how I felt when I saw the note. My heart vanished. My love vanished. My Ramin vanished.
I must've read that note a million times trying to digest this shocking news. I tried to call him, but his phone would go straight to voice mail. I told the managers about Ramin and they went ballistic trying to track him down but no luck. The managers made us still perform, they told fans that Ramin came down with the flu and wouldn't be with us. Sadly, after searching for a week they gave up and I have given up on hearing from him again. We announced Ramin's exit for Pirates Queen making our fans go nuts. The five band group dropped to four, we no longer had a lead guitarist, we no longer had the yearning to perform, and we no longer had the strength to perform. As cliché as it sounds but Ramin was the glue that stuck us together he motivated us, he brought laughter and joy in the band but when he left we gave up. Our band slowly started to decrease, in the end I was the only left standing. Will, our drummer, left then it was Laird, our other guitarist, left and, lastly Andrew, our bassist, left on the last day of our tour. Pirates Queen ended after being together for five years just because Ramin left. Just because the hole in my chest disappeared. My everything left.
The rest of the band members were angry with him, but not me I missed him too much to be angry. After our last gig I packed up all my stuff and moved to New York, this was mine and Ramin's dream going to New York together to try to make a career on Broadway,but sadly I'm all alone. I just wish I knew what he was doing with his life. I hoped he is following his dreams just like I am.
"Sierra, darling. There is an Andrew on line, he said that he is a friend of yours."
I felt my body jolt when Jesse, my manger, stormed into my dressing room informing me about a random fellow named Andrew.
"Good Morning Jesse, nice to see you. No I wasn't trying to enjoy my one Saturday off for the first time in months."
I've been in a production of Phantom of The Opera and I finally got a Saturday off. When I arrived to New York, Jesse was the first person I met and the first friend I had since the band. If it wasn't for Jesse I wouldn't be in this cozy apartment in he middle of November. Jesse heard me sing one day which caused him to set up an addition to play the Lead in the production and I got it, they hired me on the spot. I stracthed the back of head recounting the memories that Jesse helped me create and the memories that I would never be able to share with Ramin. Nonetheless Jesse is my friend which apparently gives him the obligation to barge into my room when I want to sleep.
He completely ignored my remarks about wanting to sleep in. He walked to my patio doors to open the blinds, the morning rays attacked my eyes. I put my hand up in attempt to shield my sensitive eyes. After my eyes adjust, I looked at the beautiful sky. The sunrise is saying hi, I blinked back the tears, and clutched my chest. Each sunrise breaks me more. The most beautiful sunrise was that last time I saw Ramin. The sunrises after are filled with pain instead of happiness. I closed my eyes and regained my composer.
"Really Jesse?" I said annoyed.
"What? You need to get up. Sierra, I might be your friend but I'm also your Manager. Now get up and talk to your friend Andrew."
"Kober?" I asked while yawning. I am personally hoping it's Andrew from Pirates Queen, the last time I heard from him was two years ago when the band broke up.
"Excuse me?"
"I said is it Andrew Kober."
He mouth formed into an "O" shape, he never asked for the last name.
"Uh, one moment I'll ask."
He rushed out the room, shaking my head I hoped out of bed. I slipped on my slippers, raked my hands through my red hair trying to unknot my curls, I walked to the restroom and did my morning routine, turning off the light from the bathroom I hear Jesse.
"It's Kober." I jumped back to see Jesse sitting on my bed texting away on his phone.
"You need to stop doing that."
He shrugged his shoulder and handed me the phone. I waved him to leave. Please don't let it
about Ramin.
"Hello? Andrew?"