Love, Aubrey

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David's P.O.V

"When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When your so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

When tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone and it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you".

I threw down my guitar in frustration. How had everything gone so wrong? Aubrey was so different than any other girl. The girls I had meet through my band were all the same. And none of them I liked. I wanted to be with Aubrey, that's it, now I wasn't sure what was going to happen.

I punched my pillow. My rage faded as quickly as it had come and I fell back on to my bed. I pulled out my phone and pulled up YouTube. You know how you get into that mood where you just have to watch that music video? I had to watch that music video.

I clicked the search button and started typing but then I searched something else. I searched: Aubrey Parker.

I expected to see nothing, but instead I saw multiple videos. They were videos of her singing, playing piano and playing guitar. They were all every old, from when she was like six.

She looked and sang just as beautiful as she did now. I missed her already. I couldn't do this for much longer.

I knew she didn't mean what she had said. She...got nervous and she was afraid. It's hard to love and fear at the same time.

I clicked on one of her videos and placed my hands behind my head. Then I closed my eyes and thought of her.

I wondered how it was to live with anxiety. I feel like it would be very difficult. But, Aubrey is such an amazing person, even with her anxiety.

I was starting to get a headache, thinking about her. I missed her. I hadn't even been away from her. But, she felt far away.

I wanted to hurry and finish so I could go to sleep. So I grabbed my computer to do my homework. I knew if I hurried and went to sleep the sooner morning would come.

As I quickly checked my email, I noticed an email from Riley. She never emailed me. I clicked on it nervously.

Then began to read: Dear Way Out, we have began to listen to your music and have decided to offer you a record deal. If you would like to accept this offer, please email us back and be prepared to go on a trip to Chicago in two weeks. -Indiana Arts Records.

I leaped up from my bed. This was amazing news. But... I would have to leave. I would have to leave Aubrey. I would have to tell her.

Suddenly my phone ran:

"Hello? Aubrey?," I cried worriedly.

"I was wrong," she cried.

"No I was wrong. I should have been more understanding."

"No I got upset over nothing."

"Are you okay Aubrey?"

"Y-yes," she shuttered. "I didn't mean to freak out or anything."

"It's okay. I like you Aubrey," I whispered into the phone.