Chapter Eight

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 I never believed in my brothers dream to become famous. There were so much people moving to LA each year, all with the same wish.

It wasn't that I found his music awful or thought that he was untalented, not at all. The thing was: Alec always had his dreams, a lot of them... First he wanted to be an archeologist, than he wanted to start up his own fashion label, than to travel around the world as a journalist. When he came up with the idea to "break through as a DJ ", me and my mother weren't as positive about it as he was. 'I almost can't believe it...' 

How could I not know about this? 'Now the next question', he glances at me, 'do you know who I am?' God, was he serious about this? 'Don't tell me you're famous too.' I stated, afraid to know the answer. 'I have an idea.' He stops at the side of the road and connects his phone with the speakers of his car, an amazing song starts playing, overwhelming me with different kind of emotions. I always thought Adam was my true love, that he was the only person that could make me feel alive. He had shattered my heart into a thousand pieces and I had been lost without him. But now I heard this song again...

It remembered me of that feeling, of freedom, happiness and love. Of eating ice-cream on the beach, surfing on high waves and other amazing things. And just when I want to say something to him, I hear his voice. 'This–' I can't even find the words to finish my sentence. 'Yeah.' He gives me the most amazing smile ever, 'this is my song.' This would be the perfect moment for me to wake up out of this crazy dream. But that doesn't happen, because this is real, everything of it.

 Apparently, my brother was a fucking amazing DJ and one of his best friends was the famous rock star "J", also known as Jay Steele. F-U-C-K-M-Y-L-I-F-E. 'That you really didn't now', he chuckles and I can guess what he is thinking: what a stupid little girl. 'Or was it all an act?' I know he means it sarcastic, but I can't resist to answer.

 'Of course it wasn't!' I practically yell at him in frustration. 'I believe you and otherwise you could win an award for being the best actress in the world.' I don't want to smile, I really don't want to. Something that's harder to persist than I thought it would.

 'Do you want to hear another song?' He asks and hands me over his phone so I can choose one myself. 'Is Today the song you sang on the beach?' His eyes are focused on the road before us when he nods in reply. 'Do you like it?'

 That he had to ask that to me... How could someone not like his songs? They were absolutely fantastic! 'If I have to be honest with you... I hate it, all of your songs are awful. I can't believe people want to listen to it–' I want to go on, but he shuts my mouth almost immediately. 'Enough, enough!' He laughs, 'please, I can't handle so much honesty.' We both have a smirk on our face. 'To be true, I love it, especially this song.' That took him by surprise, like he didn't suspected that answer of me. 'Why? It's not even one of my popular songs.'

'Does something has to be popular to be amazing?' Today was real, had emotion in it.
Today was like life itself. It wasn't perfect, but it didn't had to be. Everyone and everything had its flaws and that made it beautiful, made it unique.
'You amaze me Reighley King.' It sounded like he said it more to himself than to me.

 'Why is that?'

He turns his head a little, so he can look me in the eye. 'Because you are different.' I laugh because of the choice of his words, it sounded so cliché, like we were in some kind of love story, which wasn't the case of course. He raises his eyebrow, 'what's so funny about that?' He wants to know. 'You wouldn't understand.' And I'm afraid you would laugh about it when I tell you.
'Are we almost there?' I ask in an attempt to talk about another topic. 'Yeah', he probably got the hint. 'Do you see those lights in the distance?' He points at a bright spot in a sea of darkness, 'there's the party Alec talked about earlier.'  

Jay's album

Gosh Jay is such a hottie

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Gosh Jay is such a hottie... AND A FAMOUS ROCKSTAR OMG! Tell me what's through your mind now and don't forget to vote/comment/follow me! XOXO

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