A Wish Upon A Shooting Star

What'll I Do

Well, that's the last time I get sleepy and publish before I proof read. My God at all the mistakes! But there fixed now, so we can continue. On with the show!

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AMANDA'S POV:

I awoke around noon with a little tune stuck in my head; it's an old old song that I would hear my mom hum when she was sad.

It's called 'What'll I Do' by Irving Berlin. The lyrics go something like this:

Gone is the romance that was so divine.

'tis broken and cannot be mended.

You must go your way,

and I must go mine.

But now that our love dreams have ended...

What'll I do,

When you are far away

and I am blue.

What'll I do?

What'll I do,

When I am wond'ring who

is kissing you.

What'll I do?

What'll I do with just a photograph

to tell my troubles to?

When I'm alone

with only dreams of you,

That won't come true.

What'll I do?

God help me, the song is beautiful but SO DEPRESSING! And that's basically how I feel right now.

I turned my phone on and of course Andy had blown it up: 76 missed calls and just as many text. I hit [delete all] and threw it to the other side of the couch.

Aiden began to cry and for once I just couldn't function, not feeling like this.

I grabbed my phone again and called Kat; I begged her to let Aiden spend the night with her. She agreed and when she showed up, one look at me was all it took, "Oh sweetie, what's wrong?".

"Andy", I sighed and shrugged a little.

"You want to talk about it?", she asked with a sympathetic smile.

"Not really.", I answered. "Thanks for taking Aiden tonight, I just need some time to think."

"Anytime, you know that! And you call me if you need me, ok?"

"I will.", I agreed then went to Aiden's room to get all his things together. I kissed him goodbye and a few minutes later they left.

I grabbed my keys and drove to the liquor store; I got two bottles of my favorite cheap vodka or 'rotgut' as I like to call it.

I returned home, made a big jug of Tang, (Yes. Tang. I like cheap ass screwdrivers. Don't judge me!) and grabbed a super large glass of ice. I deposited it all on the coffee table in front of me, turned the lights off and started drinking. (Using my phone for light when I needed it)

I kept replaying the scene over and over in my mind... Jewels smiling at me as she opened the door, Andy just standing there dumbfounded, and how sick it all made me.

As I tried to figure it out, the more confused I became; the things that I thought were the truth, now seemed like lies.

A few hours later, my brain was on the verge of exploding when Sammi called, "Amanda?"

Why is she echoing... "Mmmhmm.", I answered.

She giggled, "Mandy, are you drunk?".

"Fuck yeah!", I chuckled.

"Sweetie, where's Aiden?"

"Staying the night with Kat."

"Oh, well, that's good! You alone?"

"Yep, for the rest of my life!", I laughed popping the 'p' at the end. "Damn! What's with all the questions?", I finished getting a little irritated with her.

"Sor-ry! I was just wondering if you were okay?"

"It's alright Sam...OWW! SHIT!", I screamed in her ear.

Sammi heard the breaking glass in the background, "What was that?".

"Ohhh, I cut myself on a broken glass, at least it wasn't my bottle or I'd be pissed!", I took another big gulp. "Sam, I gotta go!", then I hung up on her.

I finished the first bottle and now my head was swimming; I laid down on the couch and drifted in and out of sleep.

I don't know if it had been five minutes or five hours, but my phone ringing again caused me to stir a little. I didn't check to see who it was I just assumed it was Sammi again; I hit speaker and slurred the words, "Sam, What the fuck do you want know?".

No one answered and I dozed off again, this time I was dreaming. I heard Andy's deep voice softly talking to me, "Amanda baby. I love you so much. Do you hear me babe? I love you!"

I answered him in my sleep, "I love you too Andy.", then I jumped out of my skin "ANDY!". I looked around and saw no one but noticed my phone was on; I looked at it and realized who was on the other end.

I started to bawl uncontrollably and hung up; he tried to call back but I didn't answer. I just turned it off and cried myself back to sleep.

ANDY'S POV:

I've tried everything to get Amanda to talk to me and nothing has worked. I needed to know if she was alright.

I figured she might answer if Sammi called and I was right; she put it on speaker so I could hear.

Amanda was drunk off her ass and it worried me, I didn't hear anything else after she answered the 'are you alone?' question. How sad her voice sounded just rang in my ears.

I heard the glass break and jumped to my feet, she explained what happened then hung up. I began to pace the floor, "I wish I could go home!".

Sammi started rationalizing it to me, "Andy, she's pissed off. She's drowning the pain in a bottle, that's all. You've done it! Hell, we've all done it! It'll be alright. I promise".

"I know, I just want to be there!", I said frustrated.

I returned to my room and laid on the bed thinking about how I could make things right. About an hour later I tried calling her again; I knew it was futile but I don't give up that easily.

It rang a few times and I was about to hang up when I heard, "Sam, what the fuck do you want now?".

My God she answered! I sat up in the bed afraid to speak, only a few seconds later I heard faint snoring. Amanda had fallen back to sleep.

I laid back down and listened for what seemed like hours before I got up the nerve to speak, "Amanda baby". I started slow and quietly, "I love you so much. Do you hear me babe? I love you!".

I heard a faint rustling noise from her side then, "I love you too Andy". I closed my eyes and smiled. She still loves me!

"ANDY!", she yelled. I bolted upright and stayed quiet. She started crying loudly and then the phone went silent.

"Amanda? Amanda baby?", I asked but she had hung up. I tried calling back but it was useless.

It was around 3 p.m. when I woke up. We have a show tonight and I need to get ready. I glanced at my phone and saw a text from Amanda.

I was ecstatic until I read it... [Stop calling me! Stop texting me! I'll be here when you get home!]

Well, at least I know she'll be there. It's better than nothing, I guess. I threw my phone on the bed and went to take my shower.

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The story already gave away this chappy's title. Give it a listen and expand your musical knowledge. :)