(2) Overnight Sensation: An All Time Low Fanfiction Romance

Chapter 38: Remembering Sunday

        "I'm going to throw up," I whispered, swallowing my spit and clinging to the bottle that was in my hands.

        I wasn't speaking to anyone in particular as I stood at the edge of the stage during the last few minutes of my sixth block class. Shadows were cast over the corners of the stage, just a spot light on the performing pair. They decided to do the showcase during school, with students and administration scattered throughout to examine and make their decision about the classes.

        I ran my fingers over my face, glancing to the guitar that I'd set to the side for our performance. We were next, and the kids in front of us were setting up the piano and guitar they were using. I felt bad that I never really learned their names.

        "You're shaking like a leaf," Alex chuckled from behind me. His hand slid into my back pocket, like he was reassuring me that he was there. I leaned my back against his chest and shook my head, breath heavy.

        "I'm really not in the mood for jokes," I muttered, looking at his face at an awkward angle. He glanced down at me and laughed once.

        "Who said I was kidding? I mean it," his face fell, becoming serious. I rolled my eyes, not in the mood for his antics. I wasn't in the mood for anything really, except maybe to go home and sleep. That sounded phenomenal.

        "I don't understand how this is fun for you," I started incredulously pointing to the stage. He kissed the back of my hair while shrugging and letting out his breath.

       "You'll see once we get off stage why I like it," I could hear the smile on his mouth. I didn't bother asking why, because I already knew I wouldn't get any answers. He would just tell me that I 'needed to wait and see'.

        "I'm going to screw up," I decided, breathing becoming heavier, "and then I'm going to fail this final, and get a bad grade in the class. Then when I get to college they're going to think I'm a screw up and fail me out of my classes.."

        "Whoa there, cowgirl," Alex spun me around by my shoulders. He was trying not to laugh at my melt down, but I was frustrated with him so I gritted my teeth and crossed my arms over my chest.

        "Shut up Alex," I muttered, looking away from his eyes. He wiped the smile off his face, the fingers of his fractured hand to my chin. I glared at him whlie I let out a breath, now frustrated with myself.

        "Will you calm down, please? You're going to be fine, they aren't going to fail you out of college, and you're not going to fail the class. Hav ea little bit of faith in yourself, El, Christ," he sighed, fingers running down my arms. I shook my head, wiping the irritated tears from my eyes. He smiled slightly, mouth twitching up at the corners.

        "Sorry," I mumbled, smiling at him weakly while he laughed at me once. He pulled me into his chest, kissing my hair once and wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I pulled my hands around his waist, tugging on his small frame. I loved how his back was muscular, how steady he felt when I hugged him.

        "Keep your eyes on me when you open them. You won't be able to see anyone under the lights. Everything will be fine."

        "And up next," I heard Mr. Moore's voice over the microphone, "we have Stella Harrison and Alex Gaskarth," I heard the applause from the other students, and Alex picke dup the acoustic in his good hand, holding it out to me as I gripped it tightly.

        We both wandered onto the stage where I was blinded by the bright lights. They were hot, which made me uncomfortable. I already practiced this. I knew all the words, and I knew all the chords. I've practiced them for a week straight, almost every second I got.