Eyelids Alex Babinski FF

Chapter Fourteen

I was standing in the kitchen, Caden was over along with Brian and Justin. I didn't want to invite Alex over because I was still trying to figure out what to say to him. It's been three weeks since I've spoke to him, I've ignored his text messages and calls. Brian's tried talking to me about it, but I couldn't bring myself up to talk to him about it. I couldn't even look at Caden without feeling guilty and she wasn't even with Alex anymore.

As I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I took it out to look at the ID. It was one of my managers.

"Hello, Matt." I held the phone between my ear and shoulder as I sorted out the drinks.

"Lyndsey, you and Babinski have an acoustic show today." I mentally started to kick myself.

"Do we have to do it?" I kicked myself harder as Matt told me that I had to go and that he'd be over in an hour to pick me up.

After saying our goodbyes, I hung up and took the drinks into the living room. "Sorry guys, I need to leave in an hour for a small acoustic show with Alex." I saw Angel grimace.

"I'll come and watch you." Angel spoke up, giving me a smile. Times like this, I was thankful to have Angel as my best friend.

We rushed everyone out at the last minute as Matt pulled up in his car, Alex wasn't anywhere to be seen. I got in the passenger seat while Angel climbed into the back.

"Alex is meeting us there. His mom wanted to take him." I nodded and watched as the trees went by, it wasn't long until we were at the small building that I was soon having to face, Alex.

I walked arm in arm with Angel, taking the stairs up to the second floor. A small group of fans were already gathered around, watching where the guitar and microphone were.

I spotted Alex walking on to sort his guitar out, he was walking with a slight limp and he wasn't using his crutches that the hospital had given him. I felt a light shove on my back, silently telling me to make my way to where I was supposed to be.

When I reached the seat that was mine, I adjusted the microphone to my height. Alex didn't say hi to me or even look in my direction.

"Um hey guys, I'm Lynn. Um this is our song called My House." Alex began to play the chords, much more softer than usual. I sang in time, bouncing my knee in time with his strumming.

We played a couple of more songs, I took a swig of my water before I asked the crowd. "Are you all enjoying yourselves?" A chorus of 'yes' were quiet.

"I want to dedicate this song to a friend of mine, who I've treated like shit for a while now. This next song is called Ghosts." I glanced over at Alex, his head bopping in time with his strumming.

" I'm the one with the ghosts in my bed, but they only come alive at night.

Stuck in my sheets, an accustomed coffin. I swear I'll be fine, I'll be fine in the daylight.

If I change, I start to fade. All of the green in my eyes desaturate, it's my head not my heart that's strayed. I'm sorry I keep pushing you away. "

I looked over at Alex, not once did he look my way. He didn't acknowledge me, I deserved this. This was my fault, he was getting me back, he was making me suffer like how I was making him suffer.

As I sang the next lines, I stared at the crowd. My chest hurt, I was feeling hollow inside and I was feeling hated by the one person I would have considered as my best friend. Before I knew it, the acoustic show was over and I was rushing outside for fresh air.