As soon as we got home, I fell asleep next to Gerard on my bed. I dreamt that my family and I got into a wreck. I was the driver and I didn't have my seatbelt on, I wasn't even holding the steering wheel.
The next morning, I woke up tired and sweaty. Gerard was awake, licking himself on my bed. I pet his little jelly-bean body and hugged him as he meowed.
" Time to learn how to hold a guitar... Do you think I can do it?" I asked.
He stared at me with blue-green eyes that reminded me of Carter's.
" Let's pretend you just said yes," I said as he meowed and rubbed his head on my hand. His fur made me long for a hundred Gerards to surround myself with.
He meowed again and I figured it was breakfast time. I carried him to the kitchen and fed him some kitty food and milk. While he ate, I went to my parent's room and saw my mom digging around in the closet.
" What's going on?" I asked.
" Your dad is in the attic," She said.
Our house was built so there was only one way to access the attic and that was through our closets.
" What is he doing?" I asked, hearing padded feet walking down the hall. I called Gerard into the room.
" Getting his old guitar from his Jimi Hendrix days," Mom said as Gerard walked in. I picked him up, holding in my laughter.
Jimi Hendrix.
" Looks like Gerard needs to poop..." I lied before leaving the room.
I ran back to mine and checked my phone which was filled with those silly Happy New Years messages. I logged onto Twitter and saw the tweet from our band account.
Due to the accident last night, we are sad to inform you guys that Drea's Last Words is on hiatus.
Sounds like something Phillip would say. I retweeted the little message and closed Twitter before reading our group messages.
Josh says he'll be released this afternoon, he declined therapy. - Aidan
Poor kid. - Carter
So we're on hiatus then? I'll go tweet it on the band acc... - Phillip
Yeah. We can't do this till Alexia learns to play the guitar, and/or we replace Josh, which is not going to happen. - Aidan.
Thanks for the pressure, I sent and waited for a reply.
Whatever. By the way, everyone wants to know what happened to Josh. Should he do like a live-stream? - Aidan.
I don't see why not. - Phillip
Okay. He says he's going to do a live-stream and explain what happened. He's going live in 15 minutes. - Aidan
I closed my messages and opened YouNow, getting ready for Josh to tell everyone that it was my fault. 17 agonizing minutes later, he came on, looking tired and red-eyed but the fans still called him hot.
Was I jealous of all the attention he was getting? Yes.
200 people were watching as he introduced himself. " ... So as you guys know, Drea's Last Words is on hold. I also heard from Aidan that Alexia is going to be our new guitarist. I'm going to teach her," He said, stopping to read the comments.
Does this mean you're leaving the band?
" No, I'm staying in the band. Some of you probably don't know this but I'm the singer, Alexia and Aidan can only do so much," He said.
How did you crash last night? Are you okay now? :(
I sucked in my breath as everyone probed for details about the accident.
" Um... I was going to dinner with my parents at a relative's house. I got a little distracted and the snow didn't help."
What were you thinking about?
" Chicken," He smiled, reading some of the comments. " Just kidding, I was thinking about a date I promised someone," He said.
I blushed, seeing people in the chat box congratulate him and ask if it was me.
" Well, she's very pretty, I'll tell you that. And she may or may not be in the band," He added.
After someone asked how he was doing, he moved the conversation away from us. I looked at my phone and saw Carter blowing up the group chat with exclamation points.
Too shy to reply, I thought about Josh's words. He said I was pretty. And he wasn't going to blame me for anything.
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Blackmailed Into The Band
Teen FictionWhat's it like to be the only girl in a punk rock band? My name is Alexia Morgan. I'm in a band with my friends and my boyfriend. Our beginning was rough and eventful, whether it was our unsupportive parents, the New Years tragedy, coming out or le...