It Wasn't Supposed To End This Way (A Starkid Fan Fiction)

Chapter 42-Don't Make Everything Your Personal Battlefield

Chapter 42

We've been waiting half an hour now for whatever Dylan's waiting for. Selena took some pictures with us, talked to me for about twenty more minutes then she, James and Sammi left. More people went on and performed and then left. I check my phone again, hoping, praying that Clark, Nicki, Darren, someone will answer me. I don't like this feeling of isolation anymore. Isolation and being thrown aside are reasons I get depressed in the first place. I'm not saying it's their fault and feel pity for Alex Rose, but I really hate the way they're casting me aside right now.

At a quarter to ten, I feel myself getting tired and completely bored. I don't want to wait here anymore, I want to go back to the hotel and sleep. Dylan however, continues to look around for whatever it is he's waiting for and I roll my eyes. "Dylan," I whisper, my eyes half closed. "Please, can we just go back to the hotel? I'm exhausted."

"You told me you rolled out of bed at noon," Dylan says without looking down at me.

"Doesn't mean I slept," I grumble.

"You're talking to the insomniac, remember that," Dylan replies with a sneer.

"Whatever," I tell him, leaning against the couch backing. "I'm so tired your snarky, rude comments don't affect me anymore."

Dylan chuckles. "Oh damn," he says. "Now whatever will I do?"

I close my eyes. "I don't know."

I listen to the karaoke singer preform an Imagine Dragons song and slowly feel myself fall asleep. I'm just so exhausted, mostly mentally from waiting for forgiveness. I'd give anything to just see my friends smiling at me again, Clark's hand intertwined with mine, Nicki and her belly...

I shake my head, getting rid of the image and trying to keep myself awake. Dylan looks over at me with concern in his eyes. "Hey, hey, come on now. If you're that tired, I'll take you back to the hotel soon. But you gotta wait just a bit longer, okay?"

"Why?" I whine like a child.

Dylan smiles at me, and it makes me smile. "Just wait."

I must have dozed off after that because next thing I know I'm jolting in my seat. I just had a dream I was falling and--wait that's the typical nightmare. I check my phone, seeing I was only out for a few minutes thankfully. Dylan's not sitting next to me and I momentarily panic. Was he just trying to get rid of me and make a mad-dash for the hotel?

But when I see him at the bar getting a water and a beer, I relax.

He sits down with a grunt and holds the drink out for me with a smile. "Here," he says as I take the water from him. "Why are you so tired? It's only twenty after ten."

I take a sip and lean back further in the coach. "Ugh," I tell him, blinking the sleep from my eyes. "Stress and I don't exactly see eye to eye. When I'm under a lot of it, I don't sleep."

Dylan puts the beer down on the table and looks at me, pushing some of the hair out of my eyes. His hand brushes against my skin, barely touching it but the feeling is electrical once more and I slightly turn from Dylan.

"Look, Alex," Dylan says, playing with his hands in his lap when I look again. "You keep letting these things, stress, depression, secrets, everything take control. You don't have anything to run from anymore. You can just be who you are. Everyone will come around here, you don't have to let them stress you out, okay?" 

I look at his face, his confused but very adorable face. How many times have I looked at this face and just wished I could kiss it? And why doesn't it feel like that now, why can't I see it that way? He's looking back at me like the way I looked at him for so long.