The Boy Who Called Me Songbird

Chapter 18~ Love the Way You Lie

Hello All!

I'm so sorry for not posting recently but I just haven't had time! Plus for some reason I've been going through a horrible case of writers block and it's been stunting my story ideas. I'm going to be making some changes to the story like in the part with the dresses so stay tuned!!

QUESTION FOR THE READERS: How do you think it should end?

I might take your ideas into consideration if I like them!! :D

Your fellow reader and writer,

Laura

Ferrior's POV

We all got back from the dance at around two in the morning. I've never been one for dancing, but that night was a lot of fun.

After the dance, everyone else went home and Willy and I went over to the gazebo and we looked up at the stars. We talked for a long time about anything that came to our minds, our hopes and dreams and wishes. She wished that she could some day find a way to use her voice and her music to support her mom and her Aunt, I secretly wished that I could use my voice and my music to support her, but I didn't tell her that.

She held my hand and rested her head on my shoulder. After a while she fell asleep and I carried her back to her cabin. She woke up when we got there and she kissed my cheek before she went inside, leaving me feeling all fuzzy inside.

I walked into my cabin and crashed into my bed, not bothering to change my clothes. I was to tired to think, but I was too happy to care.

I'd never had so much fun in my life.

When I woke up in the morning, Chris looked over at me and smiled. He me somewhat of the Mad Hatter from Alice in wonderland. There were puffy bags under his dilated eyes, his hair was in a complete disarray, and a permanent smile was plastered across his face. I probably just as bad.

"Man," he looked me over and laughed, "You look soooo messed up."

"You look like you just got hit by a bus," I replied, getting out of bed and heading over to the bathroom.

I looked into the mirror and I was surprised that the mirror didn't shatter I looked that bad. I looked like I had stuck my fingers in an electrical socket and then gotten two black eyes in a fist fight.

I splashed water on my face and wet my hair so that it wouldn't stick up before grabbing a towel, my shoes, and a change of clothes and heading for the showers. It was a cooler morning but the sun was shining and a couple of people were already out and about.

I washed the hot water over my head and sighed with relief. After all of the noise and blaring music from last night, the quiet felt brilliant.

I walked out of the shower and I went to get my clothes and my shirt was gone.

"What the-" I looked around the shower room, "Chris! Give me my shirt back!"

There was no reply.

"Chris?"

I decided to go outside and just go back to my cabin. The shirt would show up. Yeah, I was a little ticked that my second favorite Switchfoot t-shirt is gone but I really didn't care. I'd probably just dropped it or something on the way to the showers.

I went outside and found myself surrounded by a group of six guys with water guns. It was Brian Master's groupies.

"Well look who it is!" sneered the master of roaches himself, "We were looking for Chris but you'll do just fine. Sick 'em boys!"

"Oh shit."

They shoved me to the ground and sprayed me with some thick-ish purple liquid that smelled strongly of hair dye.