3,000 Miles

Chapter 17

(Wesley's POV)

After the Accident at the concert yesterday There's only one thing on my mind. I've got to find Anna, I've got to see her. We still had one day at home before we flew off to our next tour destination in Chicago.

The other boys said they were going out on the town, but I wanted to go home. we said goodbye and I headed back to my house, well actually I was headed to her house. I wasn't sure how she'd react when she saw me, but I didn't care. I pulled into her drive was and walked up to her front door. I rang the doorbell and swayed back in forth waiting for it to open. Much to my surprise Anna's dad opened the door.

"Wesley! hey man, how it been?" he asked shaking my hand.

"Pretty good, say, is Anna home?" I responded, trying to get right to the point, and avoid the small talk.

"Can't say that she is, sorry. She went somewhere, maybe the library, check there?

"Thanks I will, nice seeing ya." I waved and walked back down off her porch. 'of course' I thought, she's always at the library.

I drove to the library, with my hands tight on the steering wheel. I went over what I was going to say to her about a thousand times, but nothing sounded right. What do I say to the girl I basically fell apart in front of last night? I pulled into the library Parking lot and unbuckled my seatbelt, but I didn't move. I sighed deep and went over my conversation one more time. I finally worked up the courage and went inside. I found a little lady sitting behind the front desk. She looked tired, and bored. Her long grey hair was pinned into a neat bun.

"Excuse me, is Anna here?" I asked.

"Hmm" she said looking down at her watch. "no, she's actually twenty minutes late, very unlike her."

Why was she late,I thought. I gave my thanks to the lady and ran back to my car. I pulled out my phone and began to search for her contact, I hadn't used it in so long it was at the bottom of my list. I dialed it and waited impatiently as it rang.

"Come on Ann, pick up the phone." I pleaded.

(Anna's POV)

After the concert I ran home and cried. I cried enough tears to fill three oceans. I cried until I ran out of tears. I screamed into my pillow and pounded my back board with my fists. I eventually gave out and fell asleep. I was startled the next morning by a knock on the front door. I heard my dad answer it and he called up to me

"Ann, it's your friend...um what's your name again...Landon, it's your friend Landon!" I rubbed my tired eyes and threw on some swearpants and Walked to the top of the stairs.

"Hey sleeping beauty." he giggled. I realized then I hadn't washed my face after my late night crying session and it was now covered in dark streaked of dried mascara.

"How'd you like to come to my house today? we can talk about what happened last night." he offered.

"Landon, I don't know.."

"I've got movies and candy" he said raising one eyebrow, making it impossible to say no.

"Fine." I said rolling my eyes, "I'll be down In a minute."

I washed my face, but left my pajamas on, it was just Landon so I didn't care. I brushed my teeth and ran down the stairs to him.

"Wait. stupid me." I said slapping my forehead. "I have work today, I'm sorry Landon I completely forgot." I sighed.

"Call and take a sick day, you deserve it." he smiled.

"Ooooo playing hooky, I like it." I laughed and followed him outside. We got into his car and headed toward his house. On the way I called the library and told them I wasn't coming in today, they didn't care, considering there was never any business anyways.

Landon didn't live very far away, so it only took a couple of minutes to get there.

I walked inside and plopped down on Landon's couch and wrapped up in a blanket.

"Mean girls, or Little Manhattan?" He asked. Holding up both movies.

"Mean girls." I answered almost instantly.

he smiled and nodded

"That's what I thought."

He put in the movie and took his spot on the couch next to me.

"Are you ok?" He asked

"I'm fine, really" I have him a reassuring smile. I snuggled into the blanket and focused on the movie.

Right as I got comfortable I felt my phone buzz. I turned it on and smiling back at me was Wesley's picture. Why was he calling me?

"Something wrong?" asked Landon.

"It's Wesley he's calling me." I muttered. I held my phone, my finger lingering over the answer button.

But I didn't answer it, after the way he acted last night, I was scared to talk to him. I declined the call and looked at Landon and he gave me a disappointed frown.

"You've gotta talk to him eventually" he said with judgmental eyes.

"Landon, I can't live like that. I can't live knowing the person I love is miles away." I mumbled.

"Why not." he asked "you already are. You love him and you know it, so why not let him love you back?" he barked. "Your just making it difficult for yourself, just tell him you love him, and work it out, please I don't like watching my two bestfriends hate each other."

"Where do I even start?" I asked.

"Find him. Go to him." he insisted.

I would. I decided, Even after everything he put me through, I don't hate him, and I never will. which is sad, but I love him and I always will.

(Wesley's POV)

She doesn't answer. I hit the steering wheel hard. I feel around in my pocket and pull out the necklace she put in my hand last night. I turned it over in my hands, looking it over. I was such a fool, I probably scared her to death last night. I didn't mean to blow up on her, she just makes me so mad. I love her, and she loves me, it just seems so simple. Where was she? Maybe she was a avoiding me again, but I can't stay here anymore. I took her necklace and dangled it from my rearview mirror. I put the car in reverse and pulled out of the parking lot. I got out my phone and shot Carter a text.

"I'm gonna catch an early flight to Chicago, I'll see you boys there."

I sent the text and started driving to the airport. This town was bringing back to many memories, I needed to drive and clear my mind.

When I pulled up to the airport, I took a breath and laid my head on the steering wheel. I was exhausted from everything that had happened the past few days. I jumped out of the car and went to get my things out of the trunk. I tugged hard on my suitcase but it was stuck on something. I gave it one last tug, and it came undone, but it went flying. my suitcase and everything in it was now scattered all over the parking lot. Just my luck. I shamefully gathered my things as on lookers pointed and laughed. when I had cleaned up all the things I zipped up my suitcase and closed my trunk and began to walk inside.

"Excuse me sir, you dropped this." an elderly man said handing my a piece of folded paper. I nodded and took it from him.

I unfolded the paper to see what it was. My eyes widened when I read it. This was it, this was how I was gonna get her back, for on that piece of tear stained paper was lyrics. lyrics to the song I wrote, for her.