If We Ever Meet Again [Ft. Synyster Gates]

Six

Brian's P.O.V

"Shit! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" I yelled out in frustration as I tried playing a simple as chord for a new song I'd been pondering on. Fuck I couldn't get her out of my head, because of her these past days have been hell.

Since that night, when I walked into Johnny's with Michelle's hand in mine and saw her, with her beautiful green, mesmerizing eyes I've been going nuts. Three years ago, the last time I saw her was probably the most difficult thing I've even done. It hurt that I needed to do this for myself, I felt selfish because Ashleigh had been there through everything for me.

When my uncle, ,who'd practically been like a second father to me passed away, she drove all the way from fucking San Francisco at 3 a.m. Just like a true friend. She even missed huge opportunity to meet Jack Nicholson and getting acting advice from him, as well as a 50% chance to get a huge scene in one of his upcoming flicks. That was a huge thing for her to sacrifice, I never really understood that but after that I realised how much she worked, having two jobs as well as studying. It was draining her. She fought to become what she wanted, hell she was always so stubborn when she drove her really old, beaten up Chevy Lumina.

She always had a strong mind, and when she wanted something she was dead set on getting it. Hell, Ash never backed down from any bets just to prove herself right. That thought made me think of the first time I met Ashleigh.

I blew the smoke that I inhaled from my lips as I leaned against the wall hearing the bass of horrible dance music beat. Jimmy had a huge ass party, more like house-warming party and it was getting out of control. I think he invited everyone from our previous school and they brought along their fair share of people. Jimmy never had a limit, he just knew that you should live everyday as if it was your last and he didn't care how crazy he was. Fucking amazing.

My thoughts were interrupted by cussing and swearing as well as somebody groaning loudly. My eyes averted from the scene of the ocean to a brown haired girl, sitting on the pavement.

"Uh,you alright?" I wondered, making sure that she wasn't upset or anything. Not that I usually cared about those things but I had a gut feeling about her.

The girl jumped and placed a hand over her chest, I guess I scared her. "Sorry I didn't know anybody else was here and my fucking heels are a bitch. Never going to bet on something stupid ass heels again, motherfucking shoes killing my god damn feet might as well die instead..." I tuned out as she continued her rant whilst unlacing her heels. She was beautiful. As soon as she had turned to look at me I was floored.

Her green eyes were the thing that caught my attention the most, there was a slight twinkle in them and it made her so gorgeous. She looked young though as her face screamed the whole innocent look. She had plump but yet thin pink lips in a pout and her cheeks were slightly flushed, my guess from the alcohol.

Out of nowhere she brought up a pair of Converse sneakers and put them on. I gave her a weird look.

"Hey, why don't you try walking around in fucking heels all day and not complain" she glared at me playfully. I shook my head, chuckling as I let go of my cigarette and stomped on it.

"Don't worry I'll take your word for it."

She looked up at me with a sweet smile, "Help me up please?"

I smiled back and grabbed her hand pulling her up a bit to strongly since she came crashing down on my chest. That's when I noticed how short she was, she couldn't be more than 5'2.

Her face was flushed I noticed right after she pulled away. She brushed of her hands on her jeans and then offered me one.

"Ashleigh"

"Brian"

I smiled as I noticed she had popcorn in her long wavy her.

"You have uhm..." I pointed to her hair. "...popcorn in your hair"

She took the pieces of popcorn out and popped them into her mouth.

"Crazy party and awesome popcorn!"

The night wasn't over there, we sat outside on the edge of the pool talking about everything. She was 19 at the time and I was 21, but hell she swore a lot more than me and wasn't afraid to speak her opinion.

We started texting a lot after Jimmy had bounced out and made us all switch numbers with each other so that he could text us party-invitations. Since then we got closer and decided to meet up for coffee, sometimes surfing which I may add she was horrible at.

Seven years of friendship, caused us to know more about each other than ourselves. We would ask each other for advice, knowing that the other would give a proper answer. She even was honest with me that there was something off with Michelle in the beginning but if I was happy than so was she.

I missed having her in my life, I gave my other half best friend up for a life I still haven't got. Sure me and Michelle are still engaged but I expected us to be married now and maybe have a kid on the way, since she rushed the thing with Ashleigh. It hurts knowing that Ashleigh still could be in my life if it wasn't for this but Michelle just kept pushing the wedding up and then a week ago she suddenly decided the date of our wedding. Just out of the blue like that.

These past three years I kept thinking about what if we ever meet again , what would happen? Slap in the face? Tears? Yelling? Mean glare? Ignoring me? No, she just acted like I didn't exist. She locked eyes with me for a split second that night at Johnny's then just looked away like I was no one, like I've had no part in her life. It burned, more than when you get alcohol in your eye. The only thing that was important for her seemed to be that Thor dude that she kept kissing and holding hands with all the time, you could tell by their twinkle in their eyes that they really loved each other. Something I felt like I hadn't had in a while, I wasn't happy like they were. Things were just going down.

My phone's ringtone went off and I quickly picked it up, seeing Johnny's number on the screen.

"S'up man?" I asked.

"Not much, just me and the guys thought we'd go to the beach and chill... You in?"

I put the guitar on the sofa as I answered, "Sure, I'll be there in 10."

"Hey, can you pick up Jimmy? His car's fucked up"

"Yeah whatever" I mumbled, hanging up. Before I went up to the bedroom to change to trunks I sent Jimmy a quick text letting him know that I would be there in 5 minutes since we lived relatively close to each other.

"So, Gates how's it going? Any new song ideas floating round that empty head of yours?" Matt laughed.

"Nah, just stuff's been going to he-" Jimmy interrupted. "Isn't that Ash and Chris-Whis?"

Yes, Jimmy gave Chris a nickname... A weird one thank god.

We all looked to the left and heard a female voice squeal, as she ran with a blonde man behind her. He caught her from behind, twirling around in the sand with her in his arms. I could recognize that girl anywhere, especially because of that tattoo on her ankle, portraying theatre-masks. They looked happy.

He set her down, turned her around and then she looked like she licked something off his nose. After that a make-out session began and I my gut couldn't take it.

"I'm gonna catch some waves" I informed them as I grabbed my ebony coloured board and rushed off into the water. I felt guilt, sadness, anger and regret as I swam further out, to the big waves. Mostly I felt regret, knowing what I had lost.