Fly Away With Me (Alex Gaskarth Fanfiction)

Chapter 14

Four Months Later

“I told you, I’m not going to back out this time—“ I smiled into the phone, making my way down the sidewalk, folders of sheet music clutched in my free arm, “I’m serious, Ali – I’ve got like at least two new songs finished.”

“Two songs? You’ve got a whole set tonight! How the hell are you gonna fill an hour and a half with only two songs finished?” Ali barked back.

I shrugged, “It’s a mystery.”

“Not funny.”

“I’ll have it ready, Ali,” I reassured her, “I’m on my way to the studio right now.”

There was a string of beeps and I pulled my phone away to see two missed texts and Alex on the other line. I pulled the phone back quickly, “I’ll call you back, my muse is calling,” I hear her audibly gag, “I’ll be ready by tonight. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

Click.

“Hey babe,” I smiled at the way the words felt on the tip of my tongue.

“You are a difficult woman to reach, you know that right?” Alex’s laugh reverberated over the line, “I was just calling to make sure you were still standing by your crazy decision to not let me anywhere near the studio this afternoon.”

“Yup,” I smirked, “Still the plan.”

“Lyric Manning, every single time I think I’ve got you figured out you find new ways to surprise me,” he chuckled, “Are you nervous about tonight?”

I rolled my eyes, “What is there to be nervous about? I bet three people will show up.”

“Well, I think by default you’ve got me – even though I’m feeling a little less than appreciated at the moment – Rian, Jack, Lulu, Ali, Zack and Ray. Oh and I’m sure Jeremy is probably already drunk and on the jukebox. So that’s an overwhelming eight.”

“I am hanging up on you now,” I said.

“I am falling in love with your calm and warm demeanor all over again.”

Click.

I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face as I looked down at my phone screen. Almost immediately, a message lit up on the screen from Alex: What if that was our last conversation ever? Brb being frozen in carbonite.

I laughed so loud that the other people on the street began eyeing me suspiciously.

I love you, I typed quickly.

Within seconds a response came through: I know.

My entire face warmed into a pink blush at the absolute stupidity that was our relationship. We were built on cheesy Star Wars quotes (which he’d quiz me on daily since my first official viewing a few weeks into our relationship) and witty banter.

“Took you long enough,” Rian’s voice echoed through the doorway as I pushed my way into the studio butt first – arms still full of papers.

“Oh no, don’t worry about it,” I grunted, throwing the folders down on the table, “I’ve got it, Rian. Thanks for the offer.”

He smiled, “Someone’s stressed out about tonight.”

“I’m not stressed out, I’m just worried—“ I shook my head, “How the fuck am I supposed to play a great set if I’ve only got two mediocre songs?”

“They’re not mediocre.”

“They’re bad, Rian,” I eyed him, “Really bad.”

He walked up to me and placed his hand on my shoulder, “Stella, no one expects you to have a complete all-original set. They just want to hear you. You’re the one who’s making this into a big deal.”