My Love Is Never Ending(Chris "Motionless" Cerulli Love Story #4)

Chapter 21: Hold On To Me

~*Alexandria's P. O. V*~

The drive to Chris' house was horribly awkward. I don't think I've ever felt more tension in one place than right here.

"Did you tell the guys about yesterday?" I asked.

I hope he didn't. I don't want them all worrying about me. His head titled down slightly and he bit his lip.

"Chris," I whined, leaning my head back against the head rest.

"Alexandria, I had to," he stated.

"Why?"

"They deserve to know, Alex. We all care about you so much. We want to be the ones here to comfort you, not a piece of metal," he answered.

I hung my head down, guilt building up in my conscious. He reached over and placed his hand on mine.

"I didn't mean to make you feel bad."

"You're right. Thank you for telling them," I said.

He held my hand tighter as he pulled in to his driveway. Instantly when we stepped in the door, five teenage boys ran up the basement stairs and yanked me into a massive group hug.

"Guys, can't breathe," I gasped.

They released me then Angelo placed his hands on my shoulders,"Please talk to me or any of us next time, okay, Alex? Don't ever do that again," he pleaded.

I pulled him into my arms and hugged him tightly.

"I wont, I promise."

After giving each of them a single hug, I followed them down to the basement to watch them practice. I watched them all plug in their instruments and tune up while I sat on the old sofa against the wall. A notebook on one of the speakers caught my eye. I stood up and approached the amplifier, scooping up the notepad. I flipped through it, it was Chris' lyric book. I recognized most of it. She Never Made It To the Emergency Room, Bleed in Black and White, Trace Out the Heart, When Love Met Destruction, and countless others. That was when a filled page with no heading came to my attention. Before I could begin reading it, Chris said,"It's not finished yet, I don't want you seeing it."

He usually lets me see his unfinished work, why was this song so different? Well, he has a reason.

"Sorry."

"It's fine, we're about to play. Care to watch?" he questioned, smirking at me.

"I'd be honored," I responded, taking my place back on the couch.

~*Chris' P. O. V*~

Practice went as it usually did, we played a few songs, Alex cheered and clapped after every single one. She motivates us all to play the next song better. When all our gear and equipment was packed up, we went back up stairs to the living room. My brother was watching TV and my Mom was in the kitchen.

"Hey boys, hi Alex," my Mom greeted.

"Hi Mrs. Cerulli," Alex smiled toward her.

"How did it go?" she asked.

"Ask our audience," Ricky gestured toward Alex.

"Fantastic, as always," she informed.

Her and my Mom stood in the kitchen talking while the guys and I sat around at the bar stools around the island.

"Why didn't you want Alex seeing the song?" TJ whispered to me.

"I want to put instruments to it first. If it's any good, I want to play it for her at the show."

"Dude, could we do that in a week?"

Balz piped in.

"We can, I know we can," I assured.

"Boys, are you hungry? I can make you guys some snacks," my Mom said.

"*WE* can," Alex restated.

My Mom and her smiled at each other, I swear my Mother is her best friends.

"Yes please," Ryan answered.

Her and Alex began digging through the cabnets and fridge, scavenging for food. They pulled out two bags of chips, six water bottles, made cheese and crackers, and popped a few pizza rolls in the microwave. We all practically attacked everything they set out for us. After around twenty minutes, everything was devoured and we leaned back in our chairs, fully satisfied with our snacks.

"Thanks Mrs. Cerulli, thanks Alex," TJ said.

"You're welcome," they retaliated in unison.

As they cleaned off the counter top, Balz said,"I'm about ready to take a nap. I'm going to head home, catch you guys later," then hopped off his chair.

"I agree," Ryan added.

"I guess we're all going get out of here," Ricky noted.

"Alright, later guys," I said.

A cluster of "byes" and "laters" came from all the guys as they walked out the door.

"Then there were two," Alex said behind me.

I turned to look at her, she stared up at me. Her eyes were happy, at least happier than I've seen in a while.

"What do you want to do?" I asked her.

She shrugged.

"Very helpful," I stated sarcastically.

"Want to just go up to your room?" she suggested.

"Sure."

I followed her up the stairs to my bedroom. I sat down on the middle of my bed and let out a massive breath.

"Are you going to play that new song at the Dome?" Alex asked as she sat on my futon.

"I hope. I'm going to try and put some guitar parts to it and see if I can get a melody out of it."

"It'll be amazing, as always," she complimented.

"You really have faith in us," I pointed out.

"Of course I do, Chris. I've seen what success looks like, you guys are defiantly going far."

I smiled only for it to fall when my back started hurting a bit.

"God damn, I didn't think sleeping at a desk would hurt my back so much," I groaned in pain.

"Let me help," Alex insisted.

She got off the small leather sofa and stood by my side.

"Lay down on your stomach," she instructed.

I did as she asked and laid down, my face turned to the side against my pillow. I felt her hover over me then small hands began putting pressure along my spine. Every time she popped a different spot on my back, a soft moan would slip out. Eventually though, it became more relaxing and I fell asleep when she started massaging my shoulder blades.