2011- February 1st
Kristina's POV...
Three in the morning and I still have not fallen asleep. Why does he have to leave so soon. To be honest, he was the only one I really ever loved. I need to stop talking to myself and go to sleep! Just. Turn. Your. Mind. OFF. No? Fine.
I roll out of bed and fail to catch myself landing on the floor. Concrete is not soft, just a reminder. I take the three steps to my desk and grab my phone. I text Lucas a question. I then sit in my chair and spin around like a 5 year old until I get dizzy. Blooop! Lucas texted back. I grab the box by my door and my phone, then I put my sneakers on my the basement door. I sneak out with the box still in my hand. I rush down my driveway.
Headlights at three thirty in the morning pull in to the woods by the shack. I feel like a kid, just because I have this place that me and Lucas only know of. The door of the car slams shut. A pair of arms wrap around me tightly. "We are thinking of the name, 'Sell Me Out'. What do you think?" he asks.
Still holding on I reply, "It's not my band, I have no say in this."
We stand there attached to each other. I can't let go. I don't think I ever will let go. I let go and give him the box. I shuffles through the box and see's all of his things, even the shirt he gave me for my birthday. RED ALERT, RED ALERT! Here comes the waterworks. I try to contain myself from this but it is impossible.
"No, this shirt is yours," he says, "This was your birthday gift! Keep it missy!" he pauses, "Are you crying? Stop that!" He drops the box and I cry on his shoulder. He gives me a box with my name on it. I always gave him different albums to listen to. I smile at this bringing back the memories of these times. At the bottom of the box is a envelope. It has writing on it. It reads, Do NOT open until 2-3-2011. That was the day he was getting on a plane and flying halfway around the world. CONTAIN YOURSELF! Just kidding. I wrap my arms around him once again and cry, once again. "I should get home and try to sleep." He says, I nod.
"Yeah," I choke out, "Me too."
With that we go our separate ways and when I get into my driveway again, rain falls from the sky. I walk to my room with wet socks and squishy feet. Rain falls from my face along with tears. Barely being able to see I finally make it to my room. I have one day, one day to make it up with Adrienne fully. WHY?
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