Fly Away With Me (Alex Gaskarth Fanfiction)

Chapter 11

Three months later…

“Lyric Manning, so help me God if you do not come out of that room right now I will come in there and rip your vocal chords right out of your damn mouth,” Ali threatened, her fist pounding on the door like a madwoman.

Not much had changed in three months.

“I’m telling you, it fits, now can we please just put it away? I’m not a fucking model and you’ll see it in two days when you get married. Okay? Okay,” I growled back.

Suddenly the door burst open and there she was, standing in all her bridezilla glory—teeth bared and ready to pounce, but when she looked down at the knee length purple dress I had managed to wrangle myself into she softened a bit. A smile tugged at her lips, “Now that’s not so bad is it? You look gorgeous.”

“Did you take your fucking crazy pills today?”

“That’s what I asked her this morning before I got a heel to the face,” a deeper voice carried into the bathroom, peeking his head around the corner. Eric was your run of the mill rich kid—born of his parents fortune, clean cut dark brown hair, kind green eyes, and had more manners than anyone around him knew what to do with. “Just think,” he winked, “only two more days and then no more wedding preparations.”

Ali rolled her eyes, “Like you prepared anything.”

“I signed the checks, doesn’t that count?” he asked.

“Of course it does, baby,” Ali leaned over to kiss him softly, “You’ve done a lovely job.”

I fingered the hem of my dress uncomfortably, avoiding the mirror at all costs, when it dawned on me that Lulu was missing from this fun little excursion—and by fun, I mean teeth pulling kind of fun.

“Where is Lulu anyway?” I asked, “Isn’t she your other maid of honor? I’m pretty sure trying on dresses alone isn’t in my list of maiden duties.”

Ali and Eric exchanged a glance before she exclaimed, “Look at the time! Didn’t Alex say he’d be picking you up at six? Time flies when you’re having fun I guess, looks like you got out of helping me color coordinate my lips and nail polish.”

“What a shame,” I murmured, “just let me get re-dressed and I’ll be out of here.”

Ali smirked as she pulled the door shut behind her. I began unzipping my dress, letting it pool at my feet on the floor. As miserable as that dress made me, I couldn’t believe we were already here—with only the rehearsal dinner standing between now and Ali’s big day. The past three months had flown by, especially without Darren lurking around every corner. The last I heard, he was touring with Kickstart Heart somewhere in the Midwest.

I was still living with Alex, slowly but surely starting to get comfortable in my own room. The once bare walls were still bare, but I managed to put a picture of my brother on the side table, which was a huge step. I’m not sure in which direction, but it was a huge step. I also went back to work at Ray’s in hopes of at least contributing as a roommate, but the apartment search was so difficult in this city and I didn’t have quite the heart to think about moving out yet. One change at a time.

Alex and I had even started to work on some music. It wasn’t much but I’d find him down in the studio every once in a while, plucking away at a new tune for their album and next thing I know we’re halfway through a song. He asked a couple times about working on my music, but I still had some reserves about it so instead of letting him help, I crept down to the studio after everyone fell asleep and played around a bit. Nothing substantial had come of it, but it was a notebook full of scribbles and a pile of crumpled paper better than any previous attempt I had made before I met Alex.