My Brothers Best Friend-A BajanCanadian Fan Fic

Chapter 15-Realisation

Chapter 15-Realisation

Up until that point I was fine it just felt like any other day. That was when Jerome said that he was going to go and see Josh for a while, he asked if I was going to be ok, I said yes because I thought I would but as soon as he walked out of the door it hit me. Mitch was gone. He wasn't coming back. For a long time at least, and the thought of it made my eyes well up. I fanned my face with my hands and breathed quickly trying not to cry. I had to do something to occupy myself so I decided to go online. But everything I did made it worse. On twitter his tweets filled my feed on tumblr all I could see was Mitch, Mitch, BajanCanadian, Mitch and on Instagram most of the pictures were of him. I slammed my laptop shut an threw myself onto my bed. I couldn't live like this I had to do something. Then I thought. I ran into Jerome's room and got his guitar. I told him that back in the UK I used to play all the time and he said that if I ever wanted to use his guitar I could.
I didn't have any sheet music with me and all the songs I knew off the top of my head were all really basic and boring so I decided to try and write my own song. I got one of my old note pads and a pen then started writing out some lyrics.
After about 2 hours of trying out different cords with the words I had a rough idea of how the song would go:

*Song: Summer Love (One Direction)*

Can't believe you're packing your bags,
Trying so hard not to cry,
Had the best time and now it's the worst time,
But we have to say goodbye,

Don't promise that you're gonna write,
Don't promise that you'll call,
Just promise that you won't forget we had it all,

'Cause you were mine for the summer,
Now we know it's nearly over,
Feels like snow in September,
But I always will remember,
You were my summer love,
You always will be my summer love,

Wish that we could be alone now,
We could find some place to hide,
Make the last time just like the first time,
Push a button and rewind,

Don't say the word that's on your lips,
Don't look at me that way,
Just promise you'll remember,
When the sky is grey,

'Cause you were mine for the summer,
Now we know it's nearly over,
Feels like snow in September,
But I always will remember,
You were my summer love,
You always will be my summer love,

So please don't make this any harder,
We can't take this any farther,
And I know there's nothing that I wanna change, change

'Cause you were mine for the summer,
Now we know it's nearly over,
Feels like snow in September,
But I always will remember,
You were my summer love,
You always will be my summer love,
You always will be my summer love,
You always will be my summer love.

I put the guitar down and sighed. This had honestly been the best summer in a while, well... more the best end to summer really. Mitch had changed my life, I had always been a kind of shy person. I say kind of because I mean that I am only shy when it comes to talking to new people but when it comes to... 'other things' I wasn't shy at all in fact I'm actually quite confident. And by 'other things' I mean my job I work for a modelling/performing agency which is based in the UK but has separate branches in America as well one of which is only about half and hours drive from Jerome's house. I'm not the kind of model that prances up and down the cat walk all day, every day, I am the kind of model that, if a company wants someone to either be in an advert (commercial) or to pose for a magazine or be a back up dancer for a performer then they can call my agency and they can look at the girls available then choose who they want. One of which could be me. Jerome knows but he told me not to mention it to any of his friends because he said that they might go looking for some of my past photo shoot pictures (in some of which I'm only wearing some underwear that the company gave me) so I didn't.
Since I have been in New Jersey I have had 3 job offers 2 from make up companies asking me to model their new product and one from an american magazine. I could only accept one of the make up ones because the other 2 were when Mitch and Mat were still here.
I don't know when (or if) I an going to tell Mitch about my job, but I guess I'll have to at some point.

I was just putting my notepad back into my room when I heard the door unlock. Jerome was home.

"I'm ho-ome" he chanted,

"Coming!" I shouted rushing out

"What were you doing in there?" he asked

"I was having a go at your guitar, it's a really nice model" I said

"Cool, what did you play?" he said throwing his keys and phone onto the sofa

"Uh..." my mind went completely blank, I didn't want to tell him that I wrote a song, it was too embarrassing.
"Uhh..." he looked at me and raised his eyebrows,

"I didn't play anything I just messed around with some cords" I said smiling.
He laughed and walked slowly towards me before snatching my note pad from behind my back.

"What's this then" he said holding it out of my reach.

"No Jerome, please don't!" I shouted jumping up trying to grab it, but it was useless. He opened it and began to read through it.

"Did you seriously write this?" he said, I nodded, "It's really good, can you play it for me?" he smiled handing me it back.

"Do I have to" I whined,

"Yeazz" he said laughing

"Fine" I sulked shuffling into his room and getting the guitar.
I sat down on the bed and he sat down next to me.

*Skipping the whole song again*

"Wow Pais that was so good" he said putting his arm around me and nuzzling my messy blonde waves.

"Don't humour me it was my first attempt I need constructive criticism" I tried to push him away but he had a tight grip.

"You should Skype Mitch and play it to him" he said

"No, why would I"
"Because it's about him and it's really cute"

"Yeh really cute, more like really pathetic. He was here for like 3 days and I played it like he had been here all summer and he's only been gone for a day and I wrote a song about how sad I am...I'm pathetic and there's nothing I can do to make these feelings go away. I hate it" I started crying into my jumper

"No, no, no. No crying allowed. Please dood stahp" Jerome said putting his arms round me. The sound of his silly voice made me giggle. "Yay" he laughed "Now let's go and Skype Mitch" he grabbed my wrist and dragged me into my room,

"Jerome no!" I shouted

"Text him and see if he's back then go on Skype and talk to him, you'll feel better once you do. You don't have to show him the song but if you want to you can"

"Ok" I smiled up at him my green eyes still sparkling with tears.