"No matter how hard they try, they will never know me. Why can't they see that?"
As Jackson's health rapidly deteriorates, so does his brother's happiness. Only a few months earlier, Shane Walter was on top of the world...literally. His band, Skyline, sent teenage girls around the world into a frenzy with every breath they took, Hollywood's most loved group since The Beatles had a fanbase bigger than the world could handle.
A forced smile fools a lot of people. Shane learned that pretty quickly.
But as his brother's health crumbles, so does Shane's smile, no matter how forced it was before. Things stopped having any meaning to him. The fans? Music? Life in general? Jackson came before them all. It didn't matter to Shane that he was neglecting the people that could help him, bring him back from his grief. It didn't matter that if he lost them, he would have nothing. Nothing mattered except forgetting.
After yet another of Shane's infamous temper tantrums, a plan was formed to bring back the boy he used to be:
One month. No fame. No fortune. No nothing.
Nothing mattered, and so they would give him nothing.
Tessa Cate, on the other hand, had everything she needed: her family, her friends, and an addiction to excitement. She didn't want or need anything else - even in a town as small as Cundles, Texas, there was an adventure to have, mischief to find, and trouble to get into. Part of a fostering family in a home with the doors open to anyone who needed it, Tessa didn't want the lights, the flashing signs, the fame; she didn't need any part of Hollywood, no matter how small.
So, of course, she got the biggest part the world had to offer, a member of the world's most famous band.
A bratty, spoiled band member, at that.
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Previously written on the account @music_in_the_air.
Trailer by @ari_forev
A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy.
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"If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him.
"No" I shook my head bravely.
"If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always.
"Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me.
The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone.
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!!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc.
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