Today was a slow day. This was one of the few days where we weren't going to the studio. Was it wrong for me to be hoping that I'd get a call from Mark or Glen saying that they'd like to go to the studio because they had an idea for a new song. We had the whole album done and recorded, just setting up a release date with the label, but there was never anything wrong with having extra tracks to either table for the next album or to feature as a bonus track on the deluxe edition of the album, the latter more likely to happen.
My phone was on the palm of my hand resting upon the table I had situated myself at what seemed like hours ago. Ever since I had sat down I had been staring at a blank Twitter DM message box, the only thing making it differ from a freshly pulled page would be that it was address to Bo. I've been staring at it for ages trying to think of the right words to say, how to put my many thoughts into a mere 140 characters. Twitter was great for those of us who were almost always on mobile, but it was just as good at restricting people from putting all their thoughts out.
I decided to take a break and check what was going on out in the Twitterverse and I wasn't met with good things. I had more incoming tweets than usual, they were all pertaining to the interview I had with Edith a few days ago that had been published today. They didn't believe that I was telling the truth about Bo and I. This lie that I felt that I needed to stick to seems to be more trouble than it's worth.
Why are you lying to us??
A lot of the tweets said. What was I going to do about this? I had no idea how to respond to these cries for the truth.
Tell us the truth already
I started to question how readers would know if I was lying based on the words on paper, there's no emotion or anything to give it away on those pages, I then remembered that there was a code to watch the interview online. Fuck... What am I supposed to do now?
Seeing all those tweets about them knowing that I was lying gave me the muse and determination to send Bo a message. You wouldn't believe how much I just wanted to see her and to talk to her again. It's been forever since we've shared a few words and glances. The last time we talked was when we were writing Alive.
Knew that I adored you the moment that I saw you just terrified you'd push me away...
That's how I felt. Scared. Afraid. I was afraid that if I opened up to her and told her how I felt that I'd just get pushed away. She had too much on her plate with the show and what was going on with her mother. I was scared and afraid of betrayal. What would happen if my heart had been crushed by someone I had to work with until they were voted off? That wouldn't be good, so I guess that's another reason why I didn't tell her sooner.
I don't have regrets just things I never said to you...
I had so many things I'd like to tell her, that I wish I had the guts to tell her, and the time to get her to hear me out. To be open minded and just listen to what I had to say and not think of me as an idiot for thinking and feeling what I do when it comes to her.
I know it's been a long time since we talked to each other and that we've drifted apart. I'd really like to chat with you sometime.
I typed this into the message box and blindly hit send without rereading, but I also thought that if I did I'd rethink all of this and be cowardice. No, not again.
I went back onto my home screen and tweeted what seemed stupid and as a thing to prove that I saw what people were saying but wasn't reacting to them until I could think of something worthwhile to say, if I said anything.
Isn't it funny how lyrics seem to mean more to you after you write them?
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Here's the second chapter, hope it's satisfactory. I wasn't exactly sure how to go about it so I wrote what came to mind and hoped that it's good enough. This chapter's dedicated to a good Wattpad friend of my TheScriptCharlie because she helped me out with the base of this chapter and I at least owe her a dedication. Tell me what you think by commenting, inboxing me or posting on my wall. I really don't care how you go about it.
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