Rockin' Tunes (Grojband Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight: Heartbreak

The Ferris wheel jolted forward, and I leaned back, embarrassed. We stopped and got off. Helen ran up and squeezed Cor in a hug. He glanced over at me, but I masked the sadness welling up inside me. I just gave a small smile and walked away. I sat under an old oak tree and looked up at the stars. Corey eventually caught up and sat with me.

"I didn't know you were with Helen," I said quietly.

"Because I'm not," he said.

"Cor, it's alright if your going out with her. You're not hurting anyone's feelings," I said.

"Strum, I'm not seeing her. And I think I would hurt someone's feelings," he said, looking at me.

"What, me? Cor, we're just friends. Besides, after Lenny relationships were kind of spoiled for me. I'm done with broken hearts. So who are you talking about?" I said.

Corey rolled his eyes and grinned at me.

"C'mon Strum, I know you like me. It's alright, because-" he started.

No, I had to stop him. I didn't want another relationship. It was just too much. I thought of Ricky.

"Because I don't like you. Listen, I've gotta go," I said, getting up.

I stood up and walked away, feeling alone.

"Strum, wait!" Corey called.

I walked faster, not wanting him to see the tears welling in my eyes.

"Corey, stop. Just go have fun with Helen. I know she likes you, and think of how many people she'll talk to about your band. Corey, I've gotta go," I said without looking back.

"Listen to me! Just because of one bad relationship doesn't mean they're all bad. Just listen, I need to tell you that I-" he said, but I took off, covering my ears.

I needed to get away, I didn't want to hear him say it. I knew he would say he liked me, by I didn't want him to. No more heart breaking, no more suffering. I think I've had enough for ten years. I uncovered my ears and ran away, leaving the carnival. My heart was pounding as I ran towards my house. It was almost a mile away, but I didn't care. I ran the whole way. About halfway there I heard Corey stop following me. When my house came in sight I sped up, feet aching, begging for rest.

I ran inside and upstairs, slamming my door shut and landing on my bed. I tried to calm myself down, but by the time my breathing was normal I broke down crying. I was an idiot. I liked him, I knew he felt the same, but I pushed him away. I buried my face in my pillow and sobbed until I couldn't cry anymore. Then I just stared at the ceiling, my mind blank. I sat upright when my door opened. It was Trina. I wiped my eyes and looked down.

"What do you want?" I asked miserably.

She sat down on the bed next to me. She put her arm around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze. We sat in silence.

"He likes you, you know," she said after a while.

I nodded and sniffled.

"Well why don't you date him?" she asked.

I hugged my knees to my chest.

"I'm done with relationships. My first one ended in a ball of flame, I broke Ricky's heart, and now I think I just lost a close friend," I explained.

"Just apologize to Corey, he's understanding. After years of living with him, I can tell when he likes a girl. I used to think he liked some other girl, but then I saw him look at Lanes. But with you, it's different. He actually talks to me about you. He tells me every good time you have, the way you laugh, and he even admitted he liked you. I know you like him. He's different from the others," she assured me.

"But I'll never be good enough for him, for anyone," I whispered.

"Of course you will. You are good enough. He'd be lucky to have you, just like any other guy. Now buck up and pull on your big girl panties. Stop running away and face it. Just fight through it, and you can be happy. Just think about it," she said.

She got up and left, shutting the door behind her. I was surprised Trina could be like that. I thought about what she said. Then I realized the ball wasn't that far away. I decided if this didn't come up with lyrics, nothing would. I grabbed a pen and paper, writing how I felt and what was happening.

I translated it to lyrics and perked up a bit. This just might work. Trina was right. I memorized it and practiced it. School was out until the ball because most students were helping decorate and others were busy looking at clothes. I grabbed my guitar and ran to Ricky's house, texting everyone for a meeting. I ran into the garage and sat on my counter, waiting. They were probably still at the carnival.

I was strumming on the guitar when the guys walked in. I noted with relief Cor wasn't with them. I got up and ran up to them. Craig looked me up and down.

"Are you okay? Corey told us what happened, and we were worried about you," he said.

My face was probably still tear stained, but I didn't care. I just smiled and nodded.

"I'm fine, just got upset. I wrote some wicked lyrics though. Let's do this, I know we can before the ball," I said.

I rushed them all to their places so we could practice. We practiced until we were sore. I just hoped this would work.