I'm Not Alone Part 2

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-Same Day, Same Place- -Christine-

"You'll see," he said. "oh and Christine," he spoke facing me.

"Yes?" I said with a lump in my throat.

"I hope you enjoy our time together. It has been so long and our band has come to play a song for us, since I am sick they came here to wish me to get better. And I have a question of my own to ask you." He said.

Before I got to respond ATL started to play and Anthony, though sick as he was sang with them. The song was all too familiar.

You told me I was lucky,

To have my chance with you.

Now last year's summer romance,

Is this year's winter blues.

I treated you so nicely,

To jewelry, and champagne,

But you left me empty handed,

Yeah, you left me feeling

Play-ay-ayed

Now I hope you're happy with yourself,

'Cause I'm not laughing

Don't you think it's kind of crappy

What you did this holiday?

When I gave you my heart,

You ripped it apart

Like wrapping paper trash

So I wrote you a song,

Hope that you sing along

And it goes,

"Merry Christmas, kiss my ass!"

They say I'm losing my mind,

I thought that for a while,

I tear down decorations

They remind me of your smile.

I hate that mistletoe,

It makes me think of our first kiss,

You bit my lip, you pulled me close,

And then you taught me how to quit.

Now I hope you're happy with yourself,

'Cause I'm not laughing

Don't you think it's kind of crappy

What you did this holiday?

When I gave you my heart,

You ripped it apart

Like wrapping paper trash.

So I wrote you a song,

Hope that you sing along,

And it goes,

"Merry Christmas, kiss my ass"

So sick of calling,

You won't telephone me,

No, fuck you girl, I'm going out.

I gave you my all,

But our love hit a wall, now,

I'm jingle belling,

And everyone's yelling,

We'll drink 'til the bars shut us down.

Ain't that just what Christmas is all about?

And I hope, hope you're happy with yourself,

'Cause I'm not laughing, (not laughing)

Don't you think it's so damn trashy

What you did this holiday?

(So trashy)

I gave you my heart, (heart)

You ripped it apart

Like the wrapping paper trash (wrapping paper trash)

So I wrote you a song,

Hope that you sing along,

Here it goes,

"Merry Christmas, (bitch), kiss my ass."

It was the greatest thing. It is like he read my mind. I was in tears as they finished the song. Then Anthony began to speak again.

"Christine I have a confession..." Anthony said with nervousness,

"I have always liked you since the seventh grade. That letter I gave you when you moved, was a silent confession to my longing for you to be in my arms." He said with his ears and cheeks turning a bright red.

"I-I didn't know that... I too have a confession. I love you. In our phone calls it was as if we dated for those years," I said blushing worse than before.

All of a sudden Jack Barakat ran up to us, with mistletoe on a twig he had found.

"Gotcha lovebirds! KISS!KISS! COME ON EVERYBODY CHANT WITH ME! KISS! KISS! KISS!" Barakat pulled us onto the makeshift stage with mistletoe over our heads.

Anthony was shaking where he stood for a while, and then he brushed my hair away from my face exposing my blushing face. And then he planted his lips on mine. They were soft, smooth, and addictive! I kissed him back with passion and went on and on. The crowd going wild. At least THEY don't find him ugly like our high school does. But to me he is the most handsome guy I ever met. If only this kiss could last forever. I thought as we exchanged one last kiss before Jack withdrew the mistletoe(Kiss Count: 24).

"Give these two love doves a hand everyone! Now Anthony you have a question to ask Christine?" Barakat implied.

"Christine," Anthony said, holding my hand in his, "Will you go to Prom with me?"

"SAY YES! SAY YES! SAY YES!" the crowd chanted, including All Time Low.

"Yes!" I replied renewing the tear flow coming down and freezing as it touched the ground.

A/N: Are you ready for the last two chapters? Well I hate to keep you guys waiting... but the last two chapters will be submitted to you, fellow readers on the following days:

December 24, 2014 and December 25, 2014. I want to give myself some time to perfect the book and these last two chapters before ending the story. As always like, comment, and follow please.

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