I love playing shows. Seeing all those fans, happy, singing along. We had just finished the last date on the tour and I was ready to go home and eat Cheerios. Mhm. Just plain Cheerios. Yum. I put my bass down and got into the bus. We stopped at a 7 11 for a bit. I looked around and noticed a bridge. There was a girl standing on it. On the other side of the railing. Right on the edge. I recognized her. She was in the front row of the show. Fear shot through me and I sprinted in her direction. "Stop!" I yelled. She turned her head. She was gorgeous. My age too. "Please don't do this." I said when I caught up to her. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked down at her hands. They where covered in blood. Five shallow cuts on each wrist. "A-Aaron. You don't understand. I have to." She whispered. I was right. She is the girl from the concert. "Tell me what happened." I said, helping her over the railing to safety. "They told me too." She said simply. I gave he a quizzical look. "My parents. They hate me." She sobbed. I pulled her into a big hug, her tears soaked into my shirt. "Come with us. You can stay with me." I whispered in her ear.
"Thank you. My name is Y/N." she said quietly. I kissed her temple and said "That's a pretty name." And I helped her back to the bus.
2 years later.
"Y/N!" I called into the house. "C'mon!"
"Calm yo tits!" She shouted and ran down the stairs.
We got in my car and I drove us to the beach. The sun was setting and it was perfect. we stood on the beach and watched the sky. I kneeled down and pulled out the box. "Aaron? What are you doing?" She said.
"Y/N. Would you do me the honour of being Mrs. Pauley?" I asked, my voice surprisingly steady. Suddenly she tackled me. Smashing her lips onto mine. "I take it that's a yes?" I mumbled into her lips.
"No." She said. My hear almost stopped. She pulled away.
"It's a definitely." She said and kissed me again.
