Be You're Own Hero (Ahren Stringer Fanfic)

*Ahrens P.O.V* (Chapter 18)

       I know how Emily felt when I sang her that song. I felt as though it described the way we felt. I know I love this girl, and I know she loves me, but there's still so much to learn about each other. I wanted to learn more about her. About her life before me and what she thinks her life will be like in the future. I want to see her graduation pictures and I want her to tell me stories about the people she met and the things she did in high school. I wanted her to know what my life was like before the band. There was just so many things about her and so many things about me that we needed to learn.
       I gently grabbed her face and kissed her lips. Using a light touch, I wiped away her tears.

"What was it like?" I asked.

"What was what like baby?" She responded.

"What was your life like? Before me. Before this. What's your earliest memory? What's your favorite memory? What was your high-school like? What was your mom like? Do you remember her? I just want to know everything about you babe." I explained to her.

"My life was a mixture of emotions. Before you? Well before you, you know I was just living with my dad. Trying to finish high-school. My earliest memory is my favorite teacher, Mrs. Mason, I don't remember her that much. I just know I really loved her. I still have the memory box that we made in preK under our bed. My favorite memory probably has to be my first dog, Angel. She died a year before mom did. That was my best friend. And mom? Yeah I remember her. I remember that she was the perfect mom. The mom that woke you up in the morning for school and made you your favorite breakfast. Dad was really good when she was around too. We used to sit on the couch at night and watch Metal Mania. That's where I got my love of music. Him and I were very close. Mom was a really good lady. She always took up for me when dad got drunk and would say mean shit."

       I watched her as she talked, processing what she was saying. "What was high school like?" I asked.

       "It was okay. When I moved to the town during freshmen year, I dressed very goth to keep people away from me. It's a small town where all the yeeyee cousins went and they didn't 'accept my kind' around there so I was an outcast. Eventually I made a couple friends and started being myself and not warding people off. Devon became my best friend, but you know, everyone leaves you. I sometimes miss all the people and the friends that I made but it was tough, especially senior year. I loved biology more than anything and I still do. It's an amazing subject to learn about. My math teacher was amazing. I took DE math and it really helped my TOPS score. I had a computer class that I did nothing in. My English teacher was really depressed so she didn't teach much and it was boring and hard. My Spanish teacher was the fakest bitch I've ever met and it was a tough class. I took a law studies class that was taught by a basketball coach who didn't do anything. And then I had world history, my teacher in there was a very sweet young lady. She's amazing. We still talk sometimes, texting every now and then and catching up. She was one of my good friends in high school - - yeah, I was that kid that was best friends with a teacher. But I got through it."

       I continued looking at her and thinking about what she was saying. I wish we could go more into detail about it but I know there's stuff that she's avoiding that she doesn't want to talk about right now.

        "What was high school like for you?" Emily asked.

"High school was a lot of things. Freshman year is when I really started learning about myself and who I really was. I started learning more about my music taste and I started playing my guitar and drums more. I had some pretty good friends and all but it was mostly just me and the music, not that my friends weren't amazing, because they were, but I just liked being alone I guess. Then my junior year I started hanging out with some people that probably weren't very good influences on me. They would take me to a lot of parties and just get me shitfaced drunk and throw pills at me and make me rip bongs and stuff. I met this girl at a party. Her name was Julian. I told you some stuff about her. She was the one who took my virginity that night. It was shot after shot after shot and she just kept pushing herself on me. It wasn't a good experience. She took something from me that I didn't want to give her. I just have really bad trust issues with that type of stuff." I stated slightly harshly. I didn't mean for it to come out so cold but my feelings just got to me.