The Comeback Song

"But I Don't"

A/N: Wow! I never expected for so much positive feedback with just a small prologue chapter! Thank you so much! Just to make it clear, this is a SIDE project, with my "Falling Warrior," (HTWF) being my main story that I'm working on. But be as it may, I hope that you continue to show support and like this story!

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It was packed.

Considering Cartson Falls wasn't all that big of a town, which made the fact that the small, and only stadium the town had, was able sell out and fill all of its 71,294 seating was impressive.

Also annoying because it was packed.

"Remind me how you talked me into this again?" I grumbled unhappily, my arms folded tightly against me to ward of the chill.

My cousin looked over her shoulder, grinning at me with her smile that was both endearing and cute. I hated that smile. The smile that I could never say no to which is precisely how I found myself trudging after my older cousin of five years, while simultaneously dodging excited bodies as we trekked our way up to the stadium where my least favorite band in the entire world was kicking off their world tour.

Distant Shadows.

The internationally known rock band that took over the music scene, winning over five Grammies in their first year and topping the billboard charts with every single they release. Their faces are plastered over billboards and magazines everywhere you went or look. It was almost impossible to not know who they were or to know their music.

That is, unless you're me.

I made it my mission to not give one iota of fucks about the dumb band Distant Shadows simply because he was in it.

He being the man I despise with a fiery passion. He is an asshole and I hate him.

"Oh my God, he's so sexy!" My cousin's squeal of excitement brought me out of my hate musing, and I looked up to see what she was looking at.

Ugh.

There, on the jumbo screen was him.

Video clips of him rocking out and singing with the band was playing continuously. Clips of him shredding on Gibson, strutting around the stage, doing flips and flashy tricks that only a rocker could do were the highlights. But it was when they showed the shots of him singing, pointing out at the crowd and smiling the smile that made him America's number one heartthrob and badboy.

That smile was the most panting dropping smile ever in existence—and it made me want to hurl.

"Ugh. He's not even cute, Cole." I said, rolling my eyes. I stopped mid-step, narrowly avoiding getting smacked in the face by my cousin's hair as she whirled around to face me, eyes huge and glaring.

"Not cute?" Cole shrieked, gaping at me, "how can you say that Ryder isn't cute? He's not cute, he's the sexiest man alive!" I winced at the shrill volume of her voice. Though she was kind of right, according to People's magazine.

"Geez, will you tone it down a bit?" I said, noticing that she was starting to draw attention to us. Great. Now I had other girls looking at me like a freak.

"How can you say that? Have you looked at him? I cream my panties just looking at his bare chest."

"Ew," I scrunched up my nose at that disturbing visual. "That's gross Cole."