Jones ( A Jaden and Willow Story )

Chapter Nine

POV- Willow

The lights dim to a party type ambiance. My stomach was dancing just like the colorful lights, and I'm not fond of the feeling. Feeling queasy, I sit on the seat in front of my mirror. My heart is moving too fast to be good for me, and I need to calm down. Why couldn't I just have been born pretty or confident? Why do I ruin everything? I can't go out there. What was I thinking? They don't want me. They want Willow Smith. I'm so stupid. I search frantically for a trash can. I think I'm gonna be sick. If there was ever a time I needed Jaden, its now. He's the only one who understands me. He may not know about everything that I've been through, but he's been through things himself, and he gets it. I sigh. I gotta get out there. It has to be done. There's no way out. The host calls my name. Trembling, I step out to the stage. The vast crowd roared and auplauded. My legs feel like jelly. How am I standing? Sweat starts to drip down my forehead. I take off my hat. The crowd goes silent. Quiet. It's so still I can hear the man in the front row weezing. They are taking in my appearance. One girl in the back whispers to her friend. They both giggle.

" Wow willow! You look... uh, different? " the host says, trying to break the silence, yet stunned himself.

I don't answer him. I'm frozen in my spot. Blinded by the lights that direct all eyes to my hideous appearance, and stuck on the stage that raises me above all others so I stand out. All my life I wanted to stand out for my beauty and my music. Right now though, I wanted nothing more than to disappear. The music begins for the song.

All this time we have been rehearsing this song and suddenly my mind goes blank. I could recite the lyrics to this song without thinking, but right now, all memories of the words have disappeared, vanished, gone to thin air.

"BOO! What's wrong with you?"

" omg she forgot the words!"

" no one wanted to hear her anyways." random people from the crowd rant.

" ugh. Where's her hair?" a girl asks.

Someone throws a soda bottle at me. This is it. I've reached my breaking point. All I can think of is middle school. Kids spitting at me and shoving me mercilessly into lockers and doors. Girls who sneered and boys who teased and made fun. All I ever wanted was to have friends and to be accepted. Now I've lost my only friend and all respect from anyone. Junny's mom, my manager, shakes her head at me. Why didn't I listen to her? I feel tears start to flow and run quickly from the stage. Dad always said never let your criticizer see you cry at his doing. If there's anything I learned from this, it's to listen because I likely will ruin things if I try myself. Mom and dad call after me. I ignore them and run home. I plop on my bed and break down into all the sobs I've been holding in for the last 5 years. As much as it hurt, it felt good to let it out.

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POV- Jaden

OH GENTLE BRUTE

OH FIENDISH ANGEL

OH SUNNY FROST

AND SWEET SALTINESS

YOU CONTRADICT

LIVING PARADOX

SO GOOD

SO EVIL

SO WRONG

SO RIGHT

YOUR MY SAFETY

IM YOUR DANGER

COLD CALLS FOR WARMTH

OCEAN CALLS FOR LAND

I CALL FOR YOU

MY LOVE

GROW MY GARDEN

WITH YOUR SOFT SOILED EYES

PURIFY MY WATERS WITH YOUR CRYSTALLINE TOUCH OF GOLD

BRIGHTEN MY STARS WITH YOUR SMILE OF SMOOTHNESS

ENLIVEN MY WIND WITH YOUR WHISPERING VOICE OF BELLES

THE EFFECT DANGEROUS

FEELING DELIGHT

OH DEAD BEATING HEART

AWAKEN

MY HEARTBEATS BEEN FOUND IN THE HEART OF MY GRAVE

ONE DAY MY LOVE

PARADOX WILL END

CONFUSION NO MORE

UNDERSTANDING WILL FIND YOU

MY DREAMS TOLD ME

AND NOW I TELL YOU

I had a dream last night. Ive been having a lot of dreams lately though. This one, this dream I've been having for days now, is different. Though different every time, its the same. I'm dreaming the same dream a different way every night, from different perspectives. I feel as if it's a warning. From what or who? I don't know. I close my poetry book and scoot away from the desk. I pick up the book from my bed. It's a play really. It's called Romeo and Juliet. It's Jones' favorite play. I like Shakespeare, but everyone knows the storyline to this book so I never felt the need to read it. It's really good though. I don't like that Mercutio guy though. He's too unpredictable and I feel it will cost him one day. Either way, I feel worried. I'm a bit agitated because Willow hasn't come out of her room lately. She won't even let me in. I also noticed that her friend Junny hasn't been around lately. Maybe that has something to do with it. If she hurtmy sister... A couple of ideas pop into my head of what I'll do to her. Sometimes i wonder if I'm really as sane as I think I am. To be honest though, I never liked Junny. She just bothers my nerves. Hanging out with her could send me into a fit. If Willow needs support, I'll help her. But for now i think she needs space. I head outside. I should get out more than just at night watching Jones. Where's Samya? She hasn't been around lately either. I really really miss her. My skin prickles at the remembrance of her touch last time she was here. There's a difference though between her and Jones. The feelings confuse me and I'd rather not think of them at all. I decide to head to samyas house, and see her through her downstairs window. It's still early morning, only 6:30. Shed be just waking up. I come closer and am very surprised at the image before me. The words will ring in my ears for a long long time...

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CLIFF HANGER! WHAT DO YOU THINK HE HEARD, OR SAW? WHAT ABOUT WILLOW AND HER FANS? WILL WILLOW EVER MAKE UP WITH JUNNY? KEEP READING MY LOVELIES AND THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT! I LOVE YOU GUYS! BY THE WAY I WOULD LOVE IT IF YOU COMMENTED. EVEN A SIMPLE I LIKE YOUR STORY WOULD BE SUFFICE. MY GOAL IS THREE COMMENTS. ITS SUPER LOW SO I HOPE I CAN REACH IT IF NOT THAT'S JUST PITIFUL. ANYWAYS NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UPLOADED WHEN I REACH THAT GOAL!