New Game, New Rules, right? 《5SOS fanfiction》

Prologue

When I say that things have changed, I'm not kidding. What seemed to be the best weeks of my life, is now six months ago. How I look back at it? It was a great memory. If it'll ever be like that again? I have no clue.

We've gone our separate ways, and it was for the best. We couldn't have been touring with those guys forever, and we had to work on our own band as well. Things have changed for us as band as well in those six months. We've grown bigger, more known.

Nothing has changed about our friendship, that's one thing I'm sure of. Maybe we have changed, as persons, but our friendship is still the same...

As I look into the distance with my notebook on my lap, I feel the sun shining on my back.

I shouldn't have worn this black shirt, it's too hot.

But I couldn't have known I would be sitting here right now, to write my thoughts down.

Ally told me to go here, because I was in another world, according to her. It's true, my thoughts were somewhere else, but that was just because the new song isn't going so well.

We were trying to make up the lyrics, but we were literally stuck. I don't know why, but I haven't felt that inspired lately. At least, not since...

Not since Ashton and I broke up. He was my source of inspiration, the meaning behind every lyric I wrote. Now I feel nothing but emptiness, like I'm not complete.

I saw it coming... The break-up I mean. We were both going our complete separate ways and we couldn't stand the distance. There were also some other factors that may have made it hard for us to keep on going. In the end we decided we were just not made for each other.

It was my call, and I know it was the right one.

I look down at the words I just wrote. It's all just bullcrap. I scrunch the paper into a perfect ball and aim it at the closest trash can. Since I'm not such a good aim, I miss. I get up and throw the little piece away, since I don't want to ruin the peace in this park.

It was a stupid idea, writing down my thoughts. I didn't help me at all, and now I'm recalling everything that happened in the past six months. It's been two months since I last spoke to him. Two months since I received the last good night and good bye text.

It was my call, and I know it was the right one.

I sigh and decide to go back to Alena's. There's not much inspiration coming in here anyway. I keep repeating those words again and again. Maybe I'm just trying to convince myself of their truth. Maybe I'm just trying to pretend they're true.

It was my call, and I know it was the right one.